Master Me, Please (Miami Masters Book 2)

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by BJ Wane


  Those laser green eyes cut to her face so fast she reared back. “I believe my sub is anxious to be seen to, Master Sean. You ready?”

  With all eyes on them as they rose, a heated flush crept over her face. She’d never been so bold with a Master before, but didn’t regret pushing him. At least, not yet.

  Chapter 11

  Dax’s invitation to Sean to join them in the playroom disappointed Krista. She couldn’t deny the heady pleasure of having both men’s attention—and hands—on her, but wanted Master Dax all to herself, yearned to please just him. Maybe it was for the best, she tried telling herself as they entered the enclosed space on the main tier of the yacht. Her feelings for Dax were growing at a steady pace, regardless of her intentions when planning to reenter the lifestyle to put her needs first before a Dom’s, and she doubted they were reciprocated.

  When she’d been here last week, she’d only caught a glimpse of the set-up in this room, and as he directed her over to the two poles in the center, that was all she had a chance for this time. Even though she would’ve preferred being with just Master Dax now, she couldn’t suppress a shiver of excitement as Master Sean helped secure her between the poles, cuffing her arms stretched in a wide V above her as Master Dax knelt, stripped off her thong, and bound her ankles.

  Looking up at her from his crouched position, he slicked one finger up her seam then stood and licked off the shiny proof of her arousal. “You’ll wait, understood?”

  “Yes, Sir,” she responded without pause, but prayed he wouldn’t make her wait too long. When he turned from her, she was left standing with her arms and legs spread wide, resembling a human X, and the vulnerability of her pose washed over her. Krista barely took note of the others coming in and moving around the room as she only had eyes for Dax. With his face drawn in concentration, she was left to wonder and anticipate what he had in store for her as he strode to a small cabinet under the curved sofa.

  “Hang tight, Krista,” Sean instructed from behind her before she felt him move away also.

  Someone flipped a switch and the lights dimmed, followed by Nine Inch Nails providing background music with Meet Your Master.

  How appropriate, Krista mused, watching the couples disperse around the room, the women losing whatever garments they’d still been wearing. Then Dax headed back toward her, holding several objects that turned her mouth dry and skyrocketed her pulse. Her entire body shuddered with a ripple of unease when he set the flexible bamboo crop sporting a small, rubber spanker on one end on the carpet between her feet.

  “You have permission to close your eyes for now, little one. I’ll tell you when I want them on me.”

  Thinking it best to shut out what they were doing for now, she slammed her eyes shut, drawing his amused chuckle and Sean’s observant, “I don’t think she trusts us.”

  “Mmm, I wonder why?” Gripping her hair, Dax tilted her face up to meet his mouth. As soon as she melted against him, he pulled back and strummed a nipple with his thumb. “So pretty. Let’s see if I can make them even prettier.”

  Krista moaned at the pressure covering her right nipple, and daring a peek down, she saw he’d clamped a flower shaped nipple vibrator over the tender bud. She closed her eyes again when he added one to the left, the pressure alone enough to stir her toward that climax she was told had to wait. His warm breath wafted over her bare labia as he spread her folds and pressed a rubber piece against her clit. Shit, not the butterfly. She’d never be able to hold back long if he ramped up the pulses in that devious, pleasurable toy.

  The light stroke of feathers down Krista’s spine then over her quivering buttocks distracted her from the other toys. Neither man spoke as Master Dax flicked the rubber end of the crop on the fleshy underside of one breast, just hard enough to warm that spot before touching upon another, then another. Body movement preceded the brush of feathers over those small areas, the softer caresses enhancing the tingling warmth. Her tension eased as they worked side-by-side down her body, small, warming taps from the two-inch by two-inch rubber flap followed by soft feather teases. The music, sounds of slapping flesh and feminine cries soon went unheard as the slow rocking of the yacht and soft pulses against her nipples and clit, combined with the light torment from her Doms, lulled Krista onto a soft cloud of bliss.

  “I think our sub is falling asleep.” The amusement lacing Sean’s voice barely penetrated her foggy senses.

  “We can’t have that,” Dax drawled.

  Krista jerked, her eyes flying open at the sudden increase in pulses from the vibrators. They gave her no time to adjust to the bombardment of sensations before flesh stinging pain blossomed over the tender skin of her labia from the sharp swat Master Dax delivered. “Oh!”

  “I thought that might get your attention.” Dax smirked, loving the glazed look in her eyes and the flush spreading up her neck. He struck her folds again, the vivid red mark soothed by Sean’s feather stroke. Moving to the insides of her thighs, he snapped the miniature rubber spanker right next to the crease where thigh met crotch, then struck the other side. Her hips thrust toward them, whether from a spontaneous jerk of discomfort or a silent plea for more, he couldn’t tell.

  He traveled back up her abdomen, leaving behind small red patches on his way to her breasts that stood out against her lightly tanned skin. By the time he’d finished flicking the fleshy undersides, there wasn’t a white spot left on the soft mounds and Krista had closed her eyes again.

  That was probably for the best, since every time he looked into those expressive blue orbs, his heart stuttered and his resolve to stay aloof in preparation of walking away soon crumbled a little more. Circling around the poles, he and Sean moved behind her and he turned the crop around in his hand. Mindful of her tender skin, he snapped it across her buttocks, showing her the difference between his use of a potentially harmful instrument and the last Dom who had used a cane on her. A red stripe bloomed then quickly faded as Sean ran the long feather over it. Dax delivered two more, hard enough to draw a gasp from her before dropping it and picking up the Wartenberg wheel. He’d had a lot of fun over the years testing medical tools on subs for sensory play, and the spiked pinwheel with the long, stainless steel handle had proven to be a favorite.

  Waiting for Sean to remove the butterfly from her clit, Dax then bent to Krista’s ear, using his free hand to spread her buttocks as he whispered, “Time for round two. Give me a color.”

  “Green, Sir. I-I’m good.”

  “Excellent. Deep breath.”

  She obeyed quickly, which was good because Sean wasted no time inserting the row of vibrating anal beads, then it was him asking her, “Still green, Krista?”

  “Yes, Sir,” Krista puffed out as she released her breath. She’d been bereft when the butterfly had been removed, hoping they would up the ante and allow her some relief. Every place Master Dax struck her burned and throbbed, the feather strokes Master Sean applied adding to the building pleasure that had her shaking in the bonds.

  “Keep your eyes closed, Krista,” Dax instructed, his hard tone conveying how serious he was. Since she didn’t want to watch, she thought she’d have no trouble complying, but the first pinpricks rolling up the back of her leg startled her into disobeying. The first thing she saw was Master Sean’s scowl, the second, the vibrating wand in his hand.

  With a move so fast it didn’t register until he struck, he landed a blistering smack on her mound, the pain rivaling that of the increased pressure from what she was sure was a medical neurological pinwheel. Picturing the instrument with its row of sharp prongs rolling up her leg triggered a shuddering breath and she squeezed her eyes shut with a whispered apology. “I’m sorry, Sir.”

  “You’re forgiven,” Master Sean said right before she felt his lips skim over her breasts and the pulses increase over her nipples.

  He rubbed the vibrating wand between her legs as Master Dax exerted more pressure on the pinwheel over her buttocks, leaving behind stabbing needle pains in its wa
ke to fight for her attention over the pleasure the wand induced. Master Sean rubbed between her folds, pressing the vibrations against sensitive tissues. With a small push, the wand slid inside, the instant heated pleasure drawing her cry. The trail of the pinwheel was now over her breasts, the painful pricks clashing with the pleasant throbbing of her nipples. Her body undulated under their hands, she was unsure whether she was striving for more or backing away. Perspiration coated her skin, but she shivered with goosebumps. Her vagina swelled, slickened around the phallus as her abs clenched under the pinwheel now rolling over her stomach.

  “Oh, God, I-I can’t!” Krista gasped, throwing her head back when her rectum erupted in pulsations from the anal beads that could be felt in her sheath.

  “Not yet, Krista.”

  She swallowed back a whimper of protest against Master Dax’s order and tightened her hands into fists. Her mind blurred with the overflow of sensation, her pussy filling with liquid heat, ready, needing more. The wand was drawn back and she could finally inhale a deep breath before it was aimed directly on her clit and she heard the words she’d been waiting for.

  “Now, Krista,” Master Dax commanded, right before his mouth swallowed her exultant cry of release. Writhing between the poles, her body exploded in ecstasy, the pleasure sweeping her from head to toe and robbing her of all cognizant awareness. Krista clung to his mouth, needing his possession to keep a grip on her sanity. By the time she came floating back to full awareness, the wand, beads and nipple vibrators had been removed and she hung in the restraints like a limp noodle.

  The room spun when they released her and she fell against Dax, his hard arms coming around her to hold her close as she continued to shake from her explosive response. He waited until her breathing calmed then palmed her shoulders and gently pushed her to her knees while Master Sean left quietly.

  Disappointment lay like a lead weight cramping her abdomen when Dax released his cock and fisted his erection in front of her mouth. As much as Krista loved bringing a Master pleasure with her mouth, she’d been hoping—counting—on his full possession tonight. She needed that long-denied ache assuaged in the worst way, and for some reason her body pined for just Master Dax. Looking up, she opened her mouth to question him, but he stopped her by rimming her lips with the smooth, mushroom cap.

  “Suck me, Krista, and keep your eyes open, on me.”

  Opening her mouth, Krista did something she’d never done with a Master since first acknowledging her sexual, submissive nature; she disobeyed a direct order. Unable to bear watching him, knowing he didn’t want her, she closed her eyes and worked the hard stalk of his flesh with her tongue and lips.

  Dax gripped her shoulders, tightening his hands and gritting his teeth with first astonishment, then anger. He couldn’t believe she’d openly defy him, nor could he fathom why. “I said to keep your eyes on me,” he ground out, the pleasure her talented mouth evoked hard to ignore despite her disobedience. She answered with a quick shake of her head and a deep, suctioning draw up his rigid length to lave attention on his cock head. “Last warning, Krista.” He couldn’t, wouldn’t let her get away with this open defiance, no matter the disappointment he’d noticed in her blue eyes before she’d closed them against his orders.

  Ignoring the dictate, she reached up and gripped the base of his erection in one soft hand and squeezed as she cupped his sac in the palm of the other. Forced to suck in a deep breath for fortitude, he pulled his belt from the waist of his shorts and dangled the tip over her nipples, making sure she knew what consequences were forthcoming.

  “I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but you know I won’t let it stand.” She visibly trembled, a delicate shiver, but didn’t lift her lids. Her lips tightened around his cock, her tongue sweeping under the rim before tracing over the thick veins pulsing with his increased blood flow. Drawing on his control, he kept hold of one shoulder and snapped the end of the belt on her right buttock then followed with another lash on the left.

  “I never knew you were so stubborn,” he bit out, hating to inflict more pain on her ass but left with no choice. He continued to lash her buttocks, hard enough to hurt, but not enough to risk anything more than a few small bruises when heaped upon the abuse he’d already delivered. After snapping a few more licks, the last one falling between her legs on her slit, he dropped the belt, cupped her face, and spewed his cum down her convulsing throat. Her low moan vibrated up his shaft and increased the pleasure swamping his senses.

  Dax got himself under control in record time then snatched up her clothes. “Why did you defy me?” he demanded as he helped her dress. Krista remained quiet, just shook her head when he opened his mouth again to demand an explanation. Exasperated, he settled her on the sofa before striding over to the corner bar and snatching a bottled water from the fridge. Handing it to her, he stated coolly, “Drink the whole thing and don’t even think about defying me. We’re headed back in now. I’ll be back to get you when we dock.”

  Dax had to get away from her, from the hurt and disappointment in her eyes, from the temptation to cave and fuck her like he wanted to. Was that why she was put out with him, because he’d opted for an oral release instead of vaginal? Hell if he knew, but it didn’t matter. Joining Zach at the helm, he asked Sandie, “Would you mind keeping Krista company until we dock?”

  “Sure.”

  “Thank you.” Ignoring her questioning look, he took her co-captain’s seat and released a pent-up sigh of frustration as he ran his fingers through his hair.

  Zach, who never pried, surprised him when he asked a few minutes later, “How long are you going to hold out?”

  Dax frowned. “From?”

  Zach’s rude snort scorned his evasive reply. “From fucking your girl, as if you didn’t know.”

  “She’s not my girl. I’m helping a friend.” The denial came fast; it had to.

  “Uh huh, if you say so.”

  “I do, now get us back to port. I’m tired.” Which was a lie, but what the hell. He could add it to his other sins and pay for them all at once.

  “Ten minutes, can you last that long?”

  “You’re such an ass,” Dax replied, smiling in spite of his annoyance.

  “You bet.”

  Dax wondered how he’d gotten along without his friends while overseas. Without them around to have his back, poke and prod him when he needed it and lend silent support when warranted, this situation with Krista would be a lot more difficult to deal with. He needed to put it to bed before she discovered the truth and the disappointment lurking in those striking eyes tonight switched to cold hatred.

  Master Kurt released her from his comforting embrace on his lap and pushed her to kneel between his legs on the floor in front of him, one of her favorite places to be. Movement behind her followed by another pair of hands running down her back to cup her buttocks. Dr. Hayes… no, not tonight… Master Dax was in their home tonight, adding to her pleasure with his skilled surgical hands. Those wicked hands pushed her legs further apart and she held her breath, anticipating being taken over a second time by them.

  She bent her head to lave attention on her husband’s cock, loving the gentle throbbing still lingering in her rectum from his earlier penetration, the telltale soreness along her jaw from pleasing his friend with her mouth. This was turning out to be the best birthday present Master Kurt had ever given her, one she would treasure for a long time.

  Hands cupped her dangling breasts, and Krista lifted her eyes to Kurt and caught a strange look in his eyes as he gazed at his friend. Both sorrow and anticipation crossed his features before he wrapped her hair in his hands and urged her mouth forward. “You have permission to come as many times as you want, Krista.” Another boon. What did she do to deserve such a wonderful Master and husband?

  “Since you’re being so generous, I’ll do my best to wring several out of her.”

  Master Dax’s deep voice and erotic promise evoked a shivering thrill down her bowed spine. “T
hank you, Sirs,” she whispered before engulfing her Master’s flesh. Concentrating on pleasuring Kurt had never been difficult. Until tonight, until the doctor she’d struck up an instant rapport with put his hands on her and his cock in her mouth. She moaned around Kurt’s penis as Dax teased her clit, the tug on the engorged piece of flesh eliciting a spate of juices she could feel dripping from her core.

  “She’s so fucking tight, and wet. You’re a lucky son-of-a-bitch,” Master Dax growled, replacing his fingers with the slow insertion of his latex-covered cock.

  “Believe me, I know. Right now, she needs a reminder this isn’t all about her. Suck harder, baby.”

  Whack! Pain covered one buttock as she discovered another talented use of Master Dax’s hands. Drawing deep on his cock, she braced for Dax’s reprimand. Then he was filling her, stretching her and… God, he was big! The sting didn’t distract from the discomfort of his possession, or how much she enjoyed it. Slap, thrust, retreat, slap thrust, retreat. The steady bombardment on her senses threatened her concentration, which brought tears to her eyes. She labored to please her husband, to set aside her growing pleasure for his.

  Then a finger joined the invading, pummeling cock and pressed her clit against the rigid flesh. Brilliant lights of color exploded behind her closed eyes with an orgasm that erupted without warning. Her startled, euphoric cry was muffled in Kurt’s lap as pleasure tore through her body and filled her head. As soon as she could grasp a second of reality, she strove to please Kurt by concentrating on the areas she knew were most sensitive, especially the perineum, that small spot between his sac and rectum. Master Dax continued to plough her from behind, each forceful thrust pushing her forward, smashing her mouth on Kurt’s cock, pushing it deeper down her throat.

 

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