For the Sub (3 page)

Instead of the usual response where she would defer to his decision, she said, “Yes, please.”

The certainty in her voice stoked his craving for her.

He crossed to the wall and raised the hook, stretching her body taut, keeping her in place and wide open for him. “Comfortable?” he asked as he crossed the room to check her bonds and positioning. He knew erotic pain could trump real cramps, at least in the short-term. It was his responsibility to ensure she was free to enjoy his torture.

He walked around her, looking at her from every angle. “You’re a beautiful woman, Brandy.”

Her nipples were erect, as if begging for his touch. There was nothing clinical about the way he took hold of each and squeezed the pink flesh between his thumbs and forefingers. This was about her pleasure rather than for maximum effect.

With a soft sigh, she closed her eyes.

“Look at me,” he instructed.

She complied right away.

“Good,” he told her. “As much as possible, I want you looking at me. Talk to me, communicate with me. Scream, even.”

“I’m not much of a screamer, Sir.”

“Yet,” he countered.

“Challenge on, Sir.”

“Bratty sub.”

“You could have ordered me to be quiet.”

“No chance in hell.” He couldn’t remember anything this pleasurable in…perhaps years. “Any preference in floggers?”

“Thuddy, not stingy.”

“So I can beat you for a good, long time?”

“Yes, please, Sir.”

“It will be my pleasure.”

Her eyes were wide. He saw expectancy in the deep blue depths. He and Brandy were more alike than he might have thought. What they had done had merely whetted her appetite, as it had his.

Chapter Two

More.

Instead of being satiated, Brandy felt hungry, and she wanted more.

Master Niles had said he had no script, but her body had responded to him as if they’d done this a dozen times in the past. It wasn’t just the way he touched her, it was the relentless tone in his voice and his see-all expression. He’d pulled her tight, leaving little room to move. Her body arched towards him, stretched like a bow, seeking his attention, ready for him.

Earlier this evening, she’d opened the door for his arrival at the Den.

She hadn’t been prepared for her reaction to him. She’d inhaled his scent, that of power and prestige. He’d looked at her, and she’d thought his hazel eyes were haunted by loneliness.

She’d scolded herself for being fanciful. For the past two years, she’d forced herself to toughen up and be more practical even though it went against her heart’s demands.

Tonight, she hadn’t been able to shove aside the indelible image of the pain etched in his expression. It had tapped the nurturing instinct that life had taught her to quell, pitting her need for self-preservation against the urge to trail her fingertips across his brow.

As she’d performed her duties, greeting guests, fetching drinks and accepting jackets, she’d thought of Master Niles and recalled the way he’d so competently handled the situation on Ladies’ Night. There’d been no drama as he’d stalked over, grabbed the man who was starting to get rough with her and escorted him outside. No one had seen what had happened next, but the overenthusiastic newbie Dom had not returned.

Master Damien, Gregorio or a House Monitor would have stepped in the moment they realised something was wrong. But Master Niles had arrived first.

She knew she owed him nothing, but thanking him had seemed polite and an excellent way to open a conversation.

Until tonight, she hadn’t considered sceneing with him. Of course she would have been delighted to if he had ever requested her services, but to her knowledge, he hadn’t participated in any scenes since his wife had died.

Brandy had known the beautiful and elegant Eleanor. In addition to being a dutiful wife and sub, she’d had a prestigious law career. The woman embodied everything that Brandy was not.

Still, she was glad she’d gathered the courage to approach him. Even at the Den, there was a hierarchy amongst Doms. Master Damien owned the estate and commanded respect as a result. Because of the way he behaved, she had no doubt he was accorded that same attention anywhere he went.

Next on the list were long-time Doms who had earned Master Damien’s regard. He invited some of those to serve as House Monitors.

Tonight, as he did once a year, he hosted an invitation-only party for long-time members and friends.

Master Niles ran a production company. Of course she’d heard rumours that he was a skilled handler and kept things professional. He didn’t fuck any of the actresses, even if they offered. Now that she’d been with him, she didn’t blame them for trying. His motions, his lack of hesitation, no-nonsense tone and oozing confidence had already exceeded her expectations.

Feeling greedy, she licked her lower lip as he crossed to the wall and selected a flogger. The purple leather strands were wide, and she knew she’d feel its impact like a caress.

“Do you like to have your breasts whipped?” he asked when he turned towards her.

“Yes, Sir,” she said.

Master Niles stood there with a flogger in hand. His white shirtsleeves were turned back and he wore tailored trousers and stylish wingtip shoes. With his dark brown hair clipped in precise lines and the stern expression on his face, he was over six feet of pure dominant deliciousness.

Although he’d recently given her two orgasms, her pussy throbbed with anticipation. Many times, Doms wanted her to play a role. She might be a maid who’d forgotten to polish a piece of silver, or a schoolgirl who hadn’t done her homework. She had a locker at the Den, stuffed with different outfits and shoes.

She had a lot of duties—the uppermost was ensuring guests enjoyed themselves. Doms asked her to show their subs how to do certain tasks, and sometimes they just wanted to be served. She liked most of it. As with any job, there were days that sucked, times she felt tired and wanted to go home to the comforting craziness that greeted her.

But Master Niles was different. He hadn’t been focused on himself—he’d concentrated his attentions on her, giving her what she wanted, perhaps because she’d been the one to suggest they scene. Over the years, she’d been with dozens of Doms, enough to know this man had no equal.

With a flick of his wrist, he shook out the flogger. Brandy held her breath.

He walked around her, re-checking the restraints, running his fingers across her shoulders to ensure nothing was hyperextended. She forced herself to breathe instead of demanding he get on with it.

Stunning her, he wrapped his arms around her body, imprisoning her, one strong arm across her chest, the palm of his other hand pressing against her lower belly. The whip hung from one of his fingertips, the strands lying against her thigh. With the way she was tied and now held, she couldn’t move.

Her senses swam as he lowered a hand to cup her left breast. His touch was masterful, and she surrendered to it…to him.

He rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, his touch exquisite and light. He came in closer, and she felt his erection against her. She smiled at the proof he was as turned on as she was.

As he increased the pressure, he moved his other hand lower to cup her mound.

“You’re so wet, Brandy,” he said.

She closed her eyes so she could let herself go. “Yes, Sir.”

“Tell me what you want.”

“Rub my clit, Sir. Let me come.”

“I might prefer that you don’t orgasm so I can keep you on edge.”

“Of course, Sir.” She took a breath, a trick she’d learnt years ago at a class for new subs. It gave her a moment to sort through her thoughts and allowed her to not react without thinking. “Whatever pleases you, Master Niles.”

Against her ear, he laughed. “You’re a terrible liar.”

“Sir?” She opened her eyes and didn’t blink.

“Your leg muscles tensed. If you were a poker player, we’d call that a
tell
. What just came out of your mouth is in conflict with what you want.”

She froze. In less than half an hour together, this man had figured out her reactions, better than she knew them. Even she hadn’t realised she’d tightened her muscles.

“Relax,” he urged. “I’ll let you know what I expect.”

He moved two fingers between her labia, her dampness serving as the lubrication for him to glide across her most tender flesh.

Because his touch was so compelling, she had no choice but to do as he said. As much as possible in the strict bondage, she surrendered to him, leaning back. “This is so sexy, Sir,” she whispered. “Thank you.”

At first, he used the gentlest of motions. As she became moister, he began to rub her clit and press into her. She moaned, urging him on.

For a few moments, he indulged her, continuing to manipulate her nipple while stroking her pussy. She pressed her toes into the ground. And the moment she began to moan, he dropped his hands, and she heard him take a step back.

“Perfect,” he said.

What?
Her body vibrated with arousal. She sucked in a breath then forced it out from between her clenched teeth. She’d seen some of his videos. He was an expert in dragging multiple orgasms from his actresses. There was no faking the way he left them shattered, sweating and panting.

“Your body will be even more responsive to the flogger.”

“That’s not possible, Sir.”

“It is,” he assured her.

He came around to stand in front of her again, and he pressed his damp finger to her lips. Dutifully she opened her mouth.

“Stick out your tongue.”

When she did, he held up his finger, and she licked her essence from him. Their gazes were locked on one another’s.

His earlier expression had vanished, and now his hazel eyes were darkened by intensity. She sensed—knew—he was thinking of nothing but her.

He allowed her to suck for a few seconds before pulling back his finger.

Master Niles gathered her hair and arranged it so it hung down her back.

Brandy saw Gregorio at the window. “We have company, Sir.”

Gregorio opened the door and stepped inside. “Everything all right here?”

Both men looked to her for the answer. She appreciated that Master Niles hadn’t spoken on her behalf. It indicated a level of respect that not all Doms showed. “Everything is great,” she said. “Thank you.”

“Mind if I watch?”

“Yes,” Master Niles responded. “I want Brandy all to myself. Out, unless the lady says otherwise.”

“I don’t,” Brandy said, looking at her temporary Dom.

Gregorio grinned, and his silver earring reflected the light from overhead. “Was worth a try.”

“Waste of breath,” Master Niles corrected.

Once they were alone again, she wondered if they’d lost their momentum, but Master Niles continued as if they’d never been interrupted.

“Keep your head tipped back so I don’t catch your face with the flogger.”

Following that direction was easy when he laid the leather strands on her right shoulder. They felt sensuous against her flesh, yet she knew each throng was capable of a brutal bite. The contrast made her shudder.

He drew the flogger down her body, making her already-inflamed nerve endings tingle. He repeated the process from the left side, leaving behind a trail of desire. “Nice,” she murmured.

After taking a step back, he tantalised her with slow, measured flicks. He caressed her belly, her breasts and her pelvis with the thick strands.

He was masterful, and she allowed her body to go as slack as possible.

“You seem to enjoy this,” he said.

“Yes, Sir. Very much, Sir.”

Almost without her noticing, he increased the intensity of his strokes. They became harder and faster as he made a figure-eight motion with the handle.

Brandy moaned. She had applied for a position at the Den because she loved to serve and genuinely enjoyed sensual stimulation. She wasn’t a masochist, but the tactile feel of leather, rattan and even a wooden paddle against her skin turned her on.

As he’d instructed, she tipped her head back so her torso was exposed to him. She closed her eyes then bent her knees a bit, letting the hook above her take more of her weight.

Master Niles continued to flog her, catching her nipples with the blazing ends of the strands.

“Yes…”

“Are you still with me?”

“I’m liking this,” she whispered. It would take a lot for her to reach subspace. Even though Master Damien and Gregorio saw to everyone’s safety, she rarely trusted anyone enough to let go of her emotional defences to the point she could retreat inside her own mind and focus on absolute nothingness.

She had no idea how long he worked her, crisscrossing her body. Perspiration drenched her back. She had no doubt he landed every stroke precisely where he intended.

“Now your pussy,” he said.

“Oh,
yes,
please.”

He moved to the side for a different angle. Brandy tightened her muscles, but there was no need.

He wielded the flogger with precision, striking her pussy with tender leather kisses. He didn’t need to tell her to relax. Instead, he coaxed her into it.

As he had earlier, he flogged with the gentlest of touches. Within minutes, though, she was whimpering from the heady combination of pleasure and pain.

She was aware of him saying something, but she didn’t respond, content to enjoy the ever-increasing torment.

As soon as she arched towards him, he changed tempo.

He whipped her breasts, snapping at her nipples and viciously licking her cunt. Her pussy had moistened from the pain and she wanted more. “Sir, Sir…” she pleaded.

“Gorgeous girl.”

He dropped the whip and cupped her mons with his right hand.

“Bring me off, I beg you, Sir.”

“It’s my pleasure,” he said, pressing his thumb against her clit and fucking her with three fingers.

“Damn, damn, damn,” she said. His thrusts were relentless, his touch commanding.

“Ride me,” he said.

For as long as she could, she did as he instructed. But she was so on edge from the eroticism of the beating and the way he’d left her unfulfilled a while ago, she was already at the end of her ability to hold back.