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He nodded once. “Lie back.”

Xavier positioned her so that she was on her back draped over the barrel. She grabbed each wrist with the opposite hand, letting her arms dangle.

“Bend your knees, spread your legs. I want everyone to have easy access to your pussy.”

With her legs bent, Xavier positioned her feet so they were on the very edges of the barrel. After a few other adjustments he crouched beside her. Mae lifted her head slightly so she wasn’t looking at him upside down.

“Now I’m going to bind you in place. I am not going to use safety restraints. I want you to experience true bondage.”

“Heavy bondage?” she asked, remembering that from the checklist.

Xavier’s lips kicked up into a devastating smile. “No. I wouldn’t call it heavy bondage. This one can count for light bondage. We’ll get to the heavy stuff, but you’re not ready yet.”

“Yes, Master.”

Xavier held up a handful of pale blue, flat rope. “This is nylon strapping. It’s the same weight and density of what’s used in shipping tie downs.” He took a small section and wrapped it around her already linked hands and wrists, leaving the tips of her fingers exposed. “I’m going to wrap it around each of your calves and thighs, just like this, then nail the strapping directly into the wood barrel. Do you understand?”

What she understood was that once he was done with her Mae wouldn’t be moving, wouldn’t be able to get away. She whimpered.

“Are you afraid or aroused?”

“Both, Master.”

“Good.”

A crowd gathered to watch as Xavier started weaving the strapping in a figure eight pattern around her thighs and ankles, starting at her thigh, then looping between her upper and lower leg to circle her calf, and crossing back to again wind around her thigh. When her legs were encased from mid-thigh to hip, and mid-calf to ankle, Xavier tied off the strapping with a simple knot, then nailed the trailing ends into the barrel. Mae jumped at the first ringing sound of hammer striking nail, and the barrel vibrated under her with each blow. She raised her head when he was done, looking at the elaborate bindings, which were expertly done, creating almost a woven pattern. With her legs spread the whole width of the barrel, her pussy was on complete display.

Master Xavier was examining her—bound and vulnerable, body exposed and accessible. He traced the outer lips of her sex, his eyes seeming to gleam behind the mask. The sight of him calmed her even as it heightened her arousal.

“How do you feel, Mae?”

“Scared, Master.”

He pinched the lips of her sex together and rubbed them over her clit. “Is that all?”

“No, Master,” she gasped. It was as if every nerve end in her pussy were extra sensitive. For one wild moment she thought she’d come from that simple touch alone.

“Are you ready to be serviced?”

“No, Master.” She didn’t think, just answered.

“No?” Xavier released her pussy lips and Mae whimpered. “Explain.”

She bit her lip. It would be easy to say that she hadn’t meant “no,” that she’d been confused or not really paying attention. If she did that the scene would continue. It was a white lie, meant to make life easy. If it had been any other Dom, any other situation, she would have done it without thinking. Instead she took a deep breath. “I don’t want them to touch me.”

“Are you refusing to complete the checklist item?”

Tears of frustration stung Mae’s eyes. She wanted to explain what she was feeling, wanted to express the conflicting desires that roared through her, but she didn’t know how.

“Master Xavier, if I may offer my assistance?” Master Anderson rose in one elegant motion, his slightly accented voice not nearly as compelling as Xavier’s, but containing the same easy confidence. He was a man who knew that when he spoke others would listen. The submissive kneeling beside his chair watched him with hungry, haunted eyes. He wore a stark black suit, with a white shirt open at the throat. His pale skin, dark hair and eyes so blue they seemed black completed the picture of a stark, debonair man.

“I do not need assistance.” Xavier’s voice was deeper than normal. He watched the other Master.

“Of course not, but I think perhaps I might know what your sub is trying to say.”

Master Anderson had a reputation, but unlike Xavier he was not known for hard physical play. Anyone who subbed for him had to be willing to let him in, not only to their body, but to their mind. Mae had seen subs break down sobbing from the emotional intensity of spending time with him. The Dom slipped his hand under her head, lifting it slightly. When he touched her, Xavier took a half step toward the other man, as if he were going to shove him back.

“Your name is Mae?”

Mae looked at Master Xavier. He didn’t intervene, so she answered, “Yes, Sir.”

“You’re desperate to come, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“But you don’t just want to come. You want your Master, and only him, to be the one to make you orgasm.”

Mae looked at Master Anderson, shocked that he’d so precisely put words to her feelings. “How did you—”

He laid one finger over her lips. “I did not invite comment. You will answer my question. Is your reluctance due to your desire to have your Master be the one to experience the gift of your pleasure?”

The way the other Dom phrased it kept it from sounding like her desire was another instance of her trying to top from the bottom. Mae looked at Master Xavier. “Yes, Sir. That’s it exactly.”

“Your Master wants you to be serviced by anyone who walks into the room. And what does that mean?”

Now Mae looked away from Xavier, staring at the ceiling. “I am Master Xavier’s to do with as he pleases.”

The other Dom lowered her head, his gold signet-style ring, embossed with a triangular Celtic symbol, catching the light. Mae blew out a long breath. She was relieved that she’d had a chance to express what she was feeling, and glad Master Anderson had reminded her of her place.

Some romantic part of her hoped that Xavier would be so moved that he’d undo the bindings, sweep her into his arms and carry her away to fuck her in privacy. He didn’t, and she hadn’t really thought he would. If he were the kind of Dom who’d do that, she wouldn’t care so much, wouldn’t feel the things she was feeling.

The heavy blindfold slid into place over her eyes. Her tension ratcheted up a notch, and without being able to see she had the strangest sense that she was falling off the barrel. Xavier pressed something soft between the tips of her fingers and her forearm. “I’m going to gag you. This takes the place of your safe word. Release the cloth and I’ll remove the gag so we can speak. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master.” Something brushed her cheek and Mae could smell the rubber of the ball gag. She twisted her head to the side, sudden panic taking hold of her. “Please, no.”

“I want you to open your mouth, Red.”

Mae’s lips trembled as she fought to push aside her fear and let her submissiveness rise up.

Xavier kissed her.

He cradled her head as his lips pressed over hers. The kiss felt odd, because she was upside down, but then he nipped her lower lip before pressing his tongue into her mouth. Her mind went quiet even as her body flushed with desire. When he pulled back, Mae parted her lips, ready for the gag.

“I could order that you don’t come.” He traced her lower lip with his thumb. “They would still touch you, play with you, but your orgasm would still be mine.”

His.
There’d be no relief for this intense ache that consumed her, but he would own another little piece of her.

“If it would please you, Master.”

She heard him take a deep breath. “You are so much more than you seem. A man could spend a lifetime exploring your submission.”

Mae’s heart thumped.

“And I regret that I cannot be that man.” The words were so low she could barely hear them, and before she had time to process what he’d said, Xavier pinched her chin, forced her mouth open, and pressed the ball gag into place.

She wanted to ask him what he meant by that. Wanted to push back against the implied idea that it was his choice alone whether he became a permanent part of her life, and remind him that he was only her Dom for the game—even if inside she was starting to feel like the parts of her Xavier owned she might never get back.

She struggled against the gag, trying to spit it out. Xavier cupped her jaw, forcing her to bite down on it. Mae’s struggle was short lived. When she stilled, Xavier buckled the straps behind her head, then tugged lightly on the safe word cloth, reminding her it was there.

Xavier examined his handiwork. It was one of his better setups, and yet he felt slightly ill at the thought of actually stepping back and letting everyone touch her.

Mine. Mine. Mine.

The word was a mantra in his mind. In less than a day Mae had invaded his mind and soul, making him want things he couldn’t have. The more submission she gave, the more drawn to her he was.

He needed to see others touching her, needed the emotional distance it would provide. She could use her safe word—if she did he’d end the scene, rather than just halting it—but he had a sinking feeling that she wouldn’t. Mae had yet to back down from a challenge.

Her pussy was lovely—wet and pink, begging to be pleasured. For someone like Mae, who wasn’t used to scenes that didn’t include sexual fulfillment, the past twenty hours must have been torture. He had no doubt that she was more than ready to come, no matter who it was who touched her.

Still her admission that she would rather continue to be denied pleasure and wait for his touch was like gasoline thrown on the fire of his desire for her.

Xavier laid his hand on her stomach. She tensed, then relaxed, almost as if she’d realized who was touching her.

That was the last straw. Xavier stepped away, leaving her alone and exposed in her bindings. He looked at the crowd of fifteen or so people who had gathered.

“Mae is available for you to enjoy. Fingers and mouths only. No fucking.” Mae made a strangled sound behind the gag. Xavier raised his voice, making sure everyone heard him. “She is not allowed to come.”

Several people chuckled. “What happens if she does come?” someone called out.

“If she orgasms then the breast whipping she has coming will be much more severe.” He put menace in the words, wanting to scare Mae, giving her the fear as a tool to help control her body’s reaction to what was about to happen.

She moaned, her hips lifting slightly.

Then again, if she was, as he suspected, deeply masochistic, the idea of a severe breast whipping might only arouse her further.

Several people stepped forward. When the Dom who’d helped Mae admit her desires pulled up a chair, positioning it so he could sit while playing with her pussy, Xavier tapped him on the shoulder. He smiled knowingly and silently gave up his seat.

A pretty female slave was kneeling by Mae’s head, kissing her neck just above the collar, while her owner fished an ice cube from his drink and ran it over Mae’s belly. Xavier had known that every inch of flesh he left exposed would be considered fair game, which is why he’d been sure to cover her breasts, saving those for himself.

Planting his hands on the barrel, he leaned forward and blew across her wet pussy lips, letting her know someone was there.

Mae was breathing heavily through her nose, and he watched her pussy clench. Xavier used two fingers to further part her outer labia. Her vagina was lovely, the soft folds swollen with arousal, begging to be touched and fucked.

Xavier doubted she’d be able to keep from coming. The mind could not always control the body, but he knew she’d fight the orgasm in an effort to obey. She’d fail, but he wanted to be the one to cause that failure. He wanted to feel her struggle for obedience.

Smiling, Xavier lowered his mouth to her clit.

*****

No. No. No.

Mae whimpered into the hated gag as fingers opened her pussy. She was doing her best to ignore the person kissing the sensitive skin of her neck and the cold brush of ice over her stomach, but she wouldn’t be able to ignore direct stimulation of her sex.

Something soft brushed her clit, the barest touch. She jumped, a spike of pleasure lancing through her. Clenching her belly muscles, she braced herself to try to stop from coming.

Another soft flick of her clit, and now a finger was stroking her inner labia in a smooth rhythm. Maybe if it continued like this she’d be able to fight it.

Lips pressed over her, a tongue stroked her clit, and Mae almost came.

Jerking her hips up, she sucked air in through her nose, gasping at the sudden, sharp pleasure. She’d moved enough to dislodge the person’s mouth, giving her a chance to regain control.

The reprieve from stimulation was brief. As soon as her ass hit the barrel the tongue was back on her clit. Again she tried to lift her hips and break contact, but didn’t have the leverage to hold the position for long. The hand running ice over her stomach applied pressure, keeping her in place.

Fingers toyed with her pussy lips, pinching and tugging them, then a finger circled the entrance to her body, pressing in just enough to remind her how achingly empty she was.

Something thick—it had to be at least two fingers—pressed against her entrance and Mae stiffened. She wanted to be filled, to be possessed in this primal way, but she wanted it to be Master Xavier who did it.

The tongue stroked her clit again, this time paired with a sudden thrust that filled her aching pussy.

Mae couldn’t hold back the orgasm. She screamed, her legs pulling against the straps, her hips arching up. She started to move her arms but the person kissing her neck held them down. Mae bit down on the ball as the orgasm continued to ripple through her.

The mouth and hands between her legs didn’t stop. They went to work on her clit in earnest, alternating flicks with long licks. The fingers inside her twisted, now rubbing her g-spot with each thrust. There were more hands and mouths on her—stroking the exposed lower curves of her breasts, nipping the soft skin of her hip and massaging her upper arms.