“What’s your safe word?”
“R-romeo.”
“Very good. Strip and hand your robe to Master Xander."
She’d known this command was coming, yet it startled her.
Still, hesitation wasn’t going to accomplish anything, so she forced herself
past her nerves and unbelted the little silk garment, shrugging it off her
shoulders, down her arms. When Xander held out her hand, she gave it to him,
not surprised to find that she was trembling.
Logan nodded, his expression full of approval. “Face the
wall and kneel here.” He pointed to the ottoman.
Tara fought the urge to glare at Logan and instead looked at
the padded cube like it was a snake. Once she complied, everyone would see her
abundant ass. But her insecurities weren’t the issue. Submission was. She could
do this for Darcy, for her own sense of success. And she would make Logan
proud.
Facing the wall, she settled one knee down on the black vinyl,
then another…The surface was cool, but soon warmed under her skin. But those
shackles dangled just above eye level, and Xander turned a crank to raise them,
they clinked against the wall, stirring up a whole new batch of fears.
Logan reached one and pried it open. “Give me your wrist.”
Oh God, oh God, oh
God. She forced down nausea, forced
herself to forget that people were watching. She couldn’t see them, and they’d
gone silent. She knew from her research, from being restrained earlier while
Xander watched, that the best coping mechanism she had was to focus on Logan.
Finally, she drew in a rattling breath, then held out her
wrist to him. He snapped it into the cuff just above her head, and she was
started to find that the snug way it hugged her skin was almost comforting.
“Another hesitation will cost you, slave.”
A few feet away, Xander picked up the paddle from the nearby
table and smacked it lustily against his hand with a grin. A part of her feared
something that solid against her rear, having everyone watch her punishment.
But some other part of her must like because moisture gushed from her slit.
Shocked, she gasped.
Logan sent her a secretive little smile. “Your other wrist.”
This time, she didn’t dither. Logan’s touch calmed her even
more as he settled her into the next shackle, then he squeezed her fingers
before releasing her and walking over to the little table in the shadows.
Her belly clenched and turned again.
He took a long moment, then selected something. Tara
couldn’t see what, since his body blocked her view. But once he had an
instrument in hand, he walked behind her and caressed his way down her back,
over her ass, lingering on one cheek.
“Bend at the waist.”
Tara sucked in a deep breath. Okay, he was going to spank
her.
She’d managed this before, but tonight he was adding
something new into the mix. The thought of that whip scared the hell out of
her. She tensed, but complied as much she could, until her arms dangled from
the shackles, pulling at her shoulders. The sensation felt foreign, but so
submissive that it around something in her. Then she realized that, as she’d
bent, she’d given the audience a perfect view of her pussy.
More embarrassment swirled with arousal through her body. A
fresh flush crawled up her skin. Additional moisture coated her folds.
Circling her again, Logan fused his gaze to hers and cupped
her breast. Though her back faced the audience, no one would have any doubt
that he was fondling her in public. That should bother her….but any time Logan
touched her, it felt so damn good. When he pinched her nipple, rubbing it
between his thumb and forefinger, nothing but sensation and his touch mattered.
Unable to stop the sound, she moaned.
Logan scraped a thumbnail gently across her erect nipple.
“Nice.”
Then he withdrew a pair of clamps from his pocket, attached
to one another by a chain. Each end had two plastic balls attached that looked
like…cherries? She glanced back up at him.
“There are weights at each end. And yes, I bought these just
for you.”
It seemed silly to think that she welcomed nipple clamps
because he’d been thinking of her when he purchased them, but she did. Of
course, when he secured the first, it pinched and burned – for a moment. Just
as it settled into a mellow numb haze, he repeated the process with the other
nipple.
Heat rolled through her, and the ache behind her clit began
to pulse in demand. No denying how wet she was now. Her labia felt slick,
unbearably swollen. No doubt, everyone in the audience could see, but somehow
that only aroused her more. She whimpered.
“Quiet,” he demanded.
Not a second later, she heard a whossh, then felt the tails of the flogger, almost like soft
leather fringe, striking her ass. The sensation wasn’t pain exactly; it was too
diffused for that. Instead, it felt more like a dozen fingers firmly caressing
her, heating her skin. No way could she bruise from this, only catch fire.
Tara found herself arching, sticking her ass back for more.
Logan splayed his palm in the middle of her spine and pressed gently, raising
her backside another inch. Then he struck her with the flogger again, a bit
harder than before. Still, it was pleasant, and she felt her mind begin to
float away.
Smacks three and four each hit one of her cheeks. With her
skin already sensitive, the burn kindled into a blaze. That heat spread
outward, seeping into her bones. Her pussy clenched in protest against the
emptiness that ratcheted up her hunger. And as he dragged the soft leather
strips across her ass, fire burned under her skin, topped by a sweet sting that
soon eased into a gentle tingle.
Closing her eyes, she gave more of herself to Logan, letting
the shackles assume more of her weight. Her blood hummed as she awaited another
smack with the flogger.
It never came.
Instead, he circled in front of her once more. “Look at me.”
She did, and the electric need in his eyes created an
answering ping in her body. Whatever he wanted, yes. Tara knew she would give
it to him, no questions asked.
“Good girl. Straighten up and spread your knees as wide as
the pedestal allows.”
Pleasure and the sharp pang of want made her brain sluggish.
It took her a second to process his command, but she complied finally. He
nodded in approval, then tugged on the little weights one at a time. Fresh heat
jolted down to her pussy. Her entire body tensed in need, and she whimpered.
“You look beautiful,” he murmured, his low, velvety tone
warming her.
The, with a flick of his wrist, he unleashed the flogger’s
supple leather. The ends landed with a gentle slap right on her mound. The ache
expanded, rocketing upward, outward until she swore that every nerve in her
body was wired straight to her swollen clit. But it wasn’t quite enough to push
her over the edge.
Tara tossed her head back and cried out, forcing herself to
hold back a plea. She needed him inside her. She’d wanted him last night
and this morning, but this ache was a living, breathing entity taking over her
whole being, suppressing all but the desperate craving to feel Logan filling up
every empty bit of her with every hard inch of him.
His burning blue eyes told her he knew that.
“Are you wet, slave?” he asked loudly. He wanted the
audience to hear.
“Yes, Logan.”
“You’ve been very good. I’ll reward you soon.”
He dropped the flogger and stepped forward, wraping one hand
around her waist, anchoring the other in her hair. His mouth covered hers, his
tongue demanding entrance, seducing her submission.
Feminine gasps erupted around the room. They confused Tara
until she remembered Xander saying that not only did Logan never have sex with
the subs, he never kissed them. And suddenly, she understood: Logan wasn’t just
having her publicly submit. He was explicitly staking his claim.
Something warm erupted inside her. Though she couldn’t touch
him with her hands because of the shackles, she met every nuance of the kiss
with her own delight and need, showing him – and everyone – how totally she
accepted him in this moment as the master of her body. He pulled her against
every hard inch of his frame, her clamped nipples rasping against his bare
chest. And she melted.
When Logan pulled back and searched her eyes with curiosity
and wonder, he was panting. Tara wanted nothing more then to sink back down
into that endless kiss and join with him forever, but he caressed her face,
then stepped away. Every part of her ached for him, so focused on his actions,
on pleasing him.
Then Xander stepped forward.
Tara sucked in a breath. He was going to touch her? In
public?
“Accept his touch because I demand it of you, slave,”
Logan’s voice rang harsh in the air, but his blue eyes scanned her, concerned
and checking her response.
“Yes, Logan.” The words slipped out automatically.
With a wicked grin, Xander approached, trailing a finger in
the valley between her breasts, caressing the under swell of one. Then he
disappeared behind her and breathed kisses along her shoulders. Her skin
tingled; she shuddered. Her belly knotted.
“If Logan gave me the chance, I’d fuck you here,” he
whispered, caressing her ass. “I’d sink
my cock so deep inside you while Logan plundered your sweet pussy. It is sweet,
right?”
She whimpered. Her body craved Logan’s, answered to him, but
this man skewed her system in some odd way. Maybe it was because Logan watched
with a hot gaze. Had he overheard? Did he want to possess her pussy while
Xander plunged his cock into her backside?
His sizzling words played in her head while he glided gentle
fingertips over her body. A surge of passion from the audience swelled around
her, nearly overcoming her. She could almost feel them holding their collective
breath. But nothing affected her more than the need in Logan’s eyes. She swayed
closer to him.
With his signature musky heat surrounding her, he
approached, all business – and all man. He uncrossed his arms from his chest
and settled his fingers over her clit, fondling her without hurry, for no other
purpose than to jack up her need and watch her twist. Pleasure jackknifed
through her body, a spike of need she found impossible to ignore.
“Is Xander whispering naughty suggestions to you?” He
gripped her chin and forced her to meet his gaze.
“Yes, Logan.”
“Every time you say that, Cherry, it goes straight to my
cock. You like his suggestions?”
“I’m not sure.” Her breath hitched.
“Let’s experiment,”
Xander murmured for her ears only. “I’d love to lick your creamy little
pussy while I watch you suck his cock. Would you like that?”
“Whatever you said,” Logan directed at Xander, “she just got
a whole bunch wetter.”
“You’ve got a dirty girl.”
Logan nodded and released her with a wicked smile, and Tara
caught her breath. “Let’s see how dirty.”
A moment later, she felt Xander’s finger’s on her pussy,
searching, sinking deep, before circling her clit in lip-biting little circles.
“Do you want to come for us, baby?” Logan murmured,
spreading kisses across her face, down her neck, then bending to trace his
tongue around her clamped nipples.
Her breath caught, froze, at the exquisite sensations racing
between her breasts and wet sex. “Yes, Logan. Please…”
“Aww,” Xander crooned as he speared her pussy with two
fingers. “She even said please. How sweet.” Then, with a mischievous smile, he
withdrew his fingers from her slit and licked them with a groan. “Very, very
sweet.”
She flushed all over, tension coiling up under the tight
knot of her clit until she thought she’d explode.
”Xander,” Logan growled in warning.
“Just checking.”
“Never,” Logan vowed. “Ever.”
Tara understood his message loud and clear, but he shot her
a warning, just in case – an emphatic declaration that, while he’d let Xander
touch her for training purposes, there was no fucking way that Logan would ever
let it go beyond his right now.
As hot as this scene as, that fact relieved her. Knowing he
had no further expectations of what she’d do with or for Xander allowed her to
simply relax and enjoy whatever came next.
“I know, I know…” Xander growled. “Just enjoying it while I
can.”
And he did, gliding his fingers back inside her. Instantly,
he found her G-spot and rubbed, his thumb still circling her clit.
As Logan caressed her sensitive breast, her body caught fire
again. It swept through her like a conflagration that she couldn’t control.
“Don’t come before I give you persmission,” he reminded her.
“I don’t wnt to have to spank you again tonight.
She drew in a deep breath, closing her eyes to focus inward.
“No. Look at me,” Logan barked. “Always at me.”
Tara opened her eyes, lashes fluttering. Logan grapsed her
chin and lifted her face to him for another deep, mad kiss – a tangle of
tongues and passion, breathes and desperation. And, God, the need that seized
her every muscle as he removed the first of her weighted clamps and the blood
roared back into her nipple.
Suddenly, he tore his mouth away and fastened it over the
throbbing little bud. A second later, he removed the other clamp, and suddenly
Xander’s mouth was there to breath more fire into the aching tips of her
breasts. Both men sucked gently on her nipples as Xander plucked at her aching
clit with lazy fingers and teased her mercilessly.
She groaned, clenching tight, trying to fight the lure of
the pleasure roaring inside her as her heartbeat boomed like a cannon in her
ears. With her gaze riveted to Logan’s and his thick-fringed blue eyes silently
shouting untold pleasure, Tara nearly lost her restraint.
“Cherry, come now!” he demanded.
Instantly, ecstasy bloomed inside her, expanding outward,
alighting every nerve ending in her body. Like a left in the wind, she swayed,
arched, but the pleasure kept bowling her over as the men sucked her nipples.
She jolted, and her clit pulsed again and again under Xander’s deft fingers.
