Goal Line (The Dartmouth Cobras Book 7) (33 page)

Richter cleared his throat. “I’m here
because
neither Dominik nor Silver are comfortable with Landon touching you. If you’re going to be cheeky, we might discuss how a flogger doesn’t count.”

Sahara pressed her teeth into her bottom lip. “I’m sorry, Sir.”

Many Doms weren’t comfortable with other Masters disciplining their subs, but considering how often Dominik had dealt with Silver at the club as Dungeon Monitor, it seemed only fair. Besides, if he was going to bring Sahara to the club, she’d have to learn how to interact with the Masters there.

Thankfully, Richter seemed satisfied, so Dominik wouldn’t have to put his plans on hold to watch Sahara being flogged.

Instead, she could spend a few moments wondering what the hell he and the other two Doms were up to.

“Feeling better now, pet? I can put the gag back in and we can continue, or I can release you and—”

“No, Sir. I’m good, Sir. We can continue.” The edges of her lips were twitching, like she was trying very hard not to smile. “Please.”

Replacing the gag, Dominik ran his knuckles down her cheek to comfort her, then turned to Richter and Bower. They were speaking low and Bower laughed at something Richter said. He reached for Richter’s tie.

“If you think I’m sitting here half naked while you’re fully dressed, you’ve gotten too many pucks to the head, Landon.” Richter shoved Bower’s hands away and stood. “Lose the T-shirt.”

This should be interesting.
Dominik folded his arms over his chest and watched the big goalie peel off his black T-shirt. There was nothing submissive about the gesture, or the expectant look he gave Richter after tossing his shirt on the bed.

“Come on, Dean.” Bower hooked his thumbs into the pockets of his jeans. “Don’t be shy.”

“Fuck off.” Dean shook his head and sighed, loosening his tie. He muttered something to himself, then pulled it off and removed his black suit jacket. “I’ve never been on the receiving end of a demonstration. Do not rush me.”

“I’ve never asked you to be on the receiving end of anything other than a blow job. Play nice and maybe we can negotiate one for later.”

Both Richter and Sahara inhaled sharply. Dominik inspected the carpet near the foot of the bed. Sahara had missed a few spots when she vacuumed.

“We’ve got Mason blushing. Let’s get this over with. I can show him plenty with just your shirt off.” Bower set the large metal case he’d brought with him on the bed beside Richter as the other man removed his white dress shirt. “I have a fresh set of electrodes you can use, and there’s two different kinds of gel. We’ll stick with simple stimulation this time, but if you enjoy it, I’m doing a demo at the club this summer.”

Dominik nodded, relieved that they were getting to the actual instructions. He didn’t have issues with man-on-man action, but Richter was his boss, and he tried not to think too much about what he and the team’s star goalie did in the bedroom. Their interactions were making it difficult not to get a very clear mental picture.

“I won’t suck his dick in front of you, Mason. Don’t worry.” Bower slapped Dominik’s shoulder and grinned. “Now, see how hard his nipples are?”

Richter snorted and braced his hands behind him on the bed. “Landon, stop toying with the poor man. You’re edging on sadistic pleasure at his discomfort.”

“I am, aren’t I?” Bower picked up the gel and squirted it right on Richter’s chest. His lips slanted in a crooked smile when Richter cursed. “Putting the gel directly on the electrodes is less messy, but the reaction from the cold can be enjoyable.”

The lesson continued, first with nipple stimulation, which had Richter breathing hard and fisting his hands in the duvet. Bower explained all the safety rules as he raised the voltage. Once he’d reached a certain level, Richter’s back bowed and he yanked the electrodes off his chest and punched Bower in the stomach.

Not hard enough to do any damage, but enough to show his displeasure. He glared at the younger man. “You’re going to fucking pay for that. He doesn’t need a demonstration of how the TENS can be used for punishment.”

“Sorry, man. I got carried away.” Bower smirked, then shoved Richter onto his back on the bed. “I’ll be gentler.”

Dominik wasn’t sure if the two men would fight, or fuck, when they returned to their room, but he was damn eager to try the electric stimulation on Sahara. He checked on her as Bower unzipped Richter’s pants—despite the GM’s protests—and was pleased to see she was enjoying the auditory stimulus. Her cheeks were bright pink and she appeared to be paying very close attention to the two other men’s exchange.

Bower glanced over at Dominik, drawing his attention back to the demo. He had four electrodes set in a wide square on Richter’s pelvis. “Normally, with a man, I would suggest this formation on his ass, but I won’t push it. I like my balls where they are.” He chuckled when Richter grunted at him. “But if you remember what I said about how the electricity pulses in the muscles, you’ll find sensitive spots all over the body can be toyed with.”

This time, Bower kept the setting reasonably low, but it was still enough to make Richter’s muscles contract and release. Richter’s erection strained against his pants. He slammed his fist on the bed.

“Enough.” Richter inhaled roughly when Bower removed all the electrodes. “I hope this has been helpful, but I’m done. Come to the club demo. Silver will be the victim on display and she rather enjoys it. I don’t.”

Once Richter had his shirt back on and buttoned up, Dominik held out his hand. “I appreciate both your help. Thank you. And I’ll see you before the game tomorrow.”

Richter inclined his head as he shook Dominik’s hand. “Enjoy your night.”

The GM left without another word while Bower was still cleaning up his equipment. Dominik frowned when the other man handed him a pack of fresh electrodes.

“Hey, don’t worry. We’re good. He probably wishes I was a sub so he could beat my ass.” Bower stretched his arms over his head and cracked his knuckles. “But he’ll forgive me by the end of the night.”

“That’s good to hear.” Dominik latched on to Bower’s hand and pulled him in for a quick hug. “Thanks again. From both of us.”

After seeing Bower out, Dominik grabbed a chair from beside the small table and brought it to the bedroom. Placing it beside Sahara, he watched her from the corner of his eye, assessing whether or not she was prepared for the actual scene.

Her breathing was steady, her muscles were relaxed, and there was a peaceful expression on her face. She knew what was going to happen since she’d heard all of Bower’s instructions.

And she wasn’t worried.

Bower’s demonstration on how the TENS could be used for punishment was interesting, but Dominik wanted it to be a tool of pleasure with Sahara. He might spank her for discipline, but on the whole, he’d avoid pain as a penalty. Pain could add a nice edge to pleasure, and he hoped they could explore that at some point. But he’d have to be careful with his approach.

He attached the fresh electrodes and covered them with gel, one at a time. Once he’d laid them all on the chair, he placed his hands on Sahara’s sides, stroking her warm flesh as he kissed her shoulder. “We’re alone, sunshine. I’m going to take off your bra, then put the electrodes on you. They shouldn’t be too cold since the gel is already on them.”

She smiled and nodded.

“I will increase the voltage very, very slowly. Just for this, we’ll change what the squeaks mean. One tells me the bite of electricity is reaching your limit. Several means I’ve gone too far. Which shouldn’t happen.” He reached behind her to remove her bra. Then decided he was an idiot. He’d left it on to give her a sense of modesty in front of Bower and Richter, but stripping a cuffed sub wasn’t very practical.

Cutting the straps wasn’t an option, since she’d mentioned she only had two bras. He could simply lift her breasts out of the cups, but would that be comfortable?

He’d ask, but she was settled nicely into a passive headspace. He felt along the straps, then found a spot where the hook of the strap could be removed.

There we go. Not so difficult if you use your brain, Mason.

Fine, he felt like an idiot, but at least his fumbling hadn’t been noticed. Sahara wiggled as her bra came off, sticking out her chest as though aching to be touched.

He stroked both her breasts, eager to get started. But one thing still worried him.

The TENS would be a good tool to experiment with, but he had no idea of the sensation. He’d experienced the lick of the flogger and the whip. He’d been struck with a paddle and a cane. But he’d never had electricity used on him. Even for an injury. He’d been lucky.

“A few more minutes and we’ll begin, my sunny girl.” He picked up two of the pads, recalling Bower’s instructions, and placed them on his forearm. The gel had warmed to room temperature and the thumb-sized pads looked harmless.

He turned the knob on the TENS. Felt nothing.

A little more and there was a slight buzz. He watched the numbers as he increased the pulse. Then the voltage.

Finally, the pulse was high enough that his muscles tensed on their own. A bit more and his whole hand closed. More.

Too much. He ground his teeth and quickly lowered the voltage. The pain was different, like a sharp jolt which had made his muscles jerk. He left the electrodes on at a bearable level and checked the numbers on the display. Sahara might not be able to take even this much, but at least he had an idea of the sensation.

He put a fresh dab of gel on the pads and carefully placed them on either side of her nipples. Then he did the same with the other two pads.

Sahara twitched, even though the pulse wasn’t even turned on. His girl was a little nervous.

Grinning, he kissed her cheek.
This is going to be fun.

The tingles in Sahara’s nipples continued, long after the electrodes were moved. In the darkness behind the blindfold, she imagined she could see the sparks, even though the part of her mind that wasn’t lost in sensation told her that was impossible.

Several of the things she felt were impossible though. Still bound, she drifted in and out of the restraints. Not quite floating, but like she wasn’t quite solid. Only Dominik’s touch seemed to make her real. The slightest brush of his fingers and all her nerves flared to life.

“Where are we at, Sahara?” Dominik’s tone reached deep into the darkness, like the sun shining into the clear sea. “Open and close your empty hand if you’re ready to continue.”

Sahara took a minute to become aware of her body again. Her arms were a little sore from being up for so long, but not too bad yet. The gag wasn’t pleasant, and she couldn’t wait for it to come out—still, not worth stopping for.

She opened and closed the hand without the squeaky starfish.

“I can tell you considered your answer. Good girl.” Dominik brushed his knuckles down her cheek. “You’ll feel cold metal against you. Don’t be afraid.”

The metal touched her hip. A snip and the fabric of her panties parted. The same on the other side and they were pulled away.

Dominik slid two fingers down her belly, then over her slick pussy. He made a soft sound of pleasure as he circled her clit with his fingertips. “So wet. I won’t wait much longer to take you, pet.”

Tipping her head back, Sahara focused all her attention on his fingers as they dipped into her, teasing her until her knees trembled and she gasped around the gag. Between Dominik’s words and the nipple stimulation and now his fingers, she needed a release more than she needed air.

His fingers left her. The straps on her thighs tugged upward, lifting her off her feet, baring her to him completely.

He moved away from her. Returned and cool liquid spilled down over her exposed back hole. The blunt head of something smooth pressed against her. She pushed to let it in, swallowing back whimpers of discomfort as the form thickened, stretching her more and more before finally settling inside at the narrowed base.

“Almost done. Don’t forget to let me know if the charge is too high,” Dominik reminded her before placing small, sticky…electrodes. Four of them, two on each butt cheek. “Here we go.”

Rhythmic pulsing, reaching deep, flowing through her muscles and making them clench. The butt plug seemed to grow as her insides tightened around it. Her body swayed when she writhed with the sensation.

“Perfect.” Dominik moved between her thighs and slid the thick head of his dick up and down between her folds. He positioned himself at her center and sank in, an inch at a time. “Fuck, you feel good.”

Good didn’t begin to describe the feeling. She was so full, so desperate for movement. For him. She needed him closer, riding the never-ending pleasure with her, taking her over and over until he was completely sated. He’d spent so much time giving her pleasure, she had to return the favor.

But she was powerless to do anything but let him take whatever he wanted from her. Which was exactly as he’d planned it.

Holding her hips, he used the straps to swing her toward him. He leaned in, kissing her neck, his hot skin moistening with sweat as he moved her onto him faster and faster.

His dick drove into her and dragged out with each movement of the swing. The electrodes had fallen away at some point, but her muscles still clenched around the plug. Her cunt squeezed him as he drove into her, and the ache for release intensified until she teetered on the ledge.

A deep, powerful thrust tossed her over into a pool of pure fucking ecstasy. Dominik found his release deep within while she undulated around him. He pressed his cheek to hers, his breath rough as he held her. With his arms wrapped around her in a firm embrace, she rode the current of bliss until it receded to a gentle, lapping wave.

Completely spent, Sahara tried to lift her head as Dominik reached behind her to remove the gag, but her body refused to cooperate. The butt plug came out next and her whole body bowed. Fuck, she was tender down there. And even though she’d been held up by the straps the entire time, she felt like she’d run a marathon. Staying on her feet when he lowered her thighs was a challenge, but when he released her cuffs from the straps, she realized all her bones and muscles had gone liquid.

She struggled to stand on her own, but Dominik took one look at her and chuckled. He scooped her into his arms. “You’re a little unsteady, my sunshine. Let me take care of you.”

He carried her to the bed and laid her down. The unexpected brightness made her squint; she’d been wearing the blindfold so long she’d completely forgotten about it. But having the thick cloth gone was a relief.

Dominik’s golden eyes, his gentle smile, comforted her as her eyes adjusted. She smiled and let out a quiet sigh of pleasure as he bent down to give her a slow, undemanding kiss. He was just as naked as she was, but she was blissfully worn out and just really wanted to fall asleep in his arms.

“Are you coming to bed, Sir?” Sahara rolled to her side, deciding she absolutely loved this bed. Nice, cool sheets. A heavy duvet. The only thing that would make it better would be if Dominik would come cuddle. “You need your rest—you’ve got a game tomorrow.”

“I’ll be with you in a minute.” Dominik disappeared into the bathroom and she heard the water running. He returned with a washcloth and used it to clean her. Everywhere.

Finally, Dominik stretched out beside her and pulled her to nestle against his side with her head on his shoulder. He idly trailed his fingers up and down her arm, and she tipped her head up to see him gazing down at her.

“Is something wrong, Sir?” He didn’t look upset, but it would probably be good to talk over their day before they both fell asleep.

“Wrong? No. But I’d like to hear how you feel about your ‘prize.’” He shifted over, leaving one arm under her head, making it a bit easier for her to meet his eyes. “Was there anything you absolutely hated? Something you hope to do again?”

“Nothing I hated…I wasn’t crazy about how I reacted when I heard Landon though. I should have known you’d never put me in a position to betray my friends.”

“True, but it was a very honest reaction. For all you knew, Silver had been involved in the decision and both of her Doms were free to play with whomever they chose. You’ve seen those dynamics at the club, but you didn’t even consider the possibility.” He didn’t look like he minded in the least. “You weren’t comfortable, and you didn’t hesitate to let me know.”

So…a good thing?
She’d learned not to guess with him, so she considered her question carefully. “But if we’re in a full-time BDSM relationship, shouldn’t I find a way to be comfortable with what you ask of me?”

“Once we’ve been at this long enough for me to know what limits I can push, maybe. There’s a ways to go before we reach that point.”

“But other Doms won’t touch me.”

“Not if it’s a hard limit. Unless you’re being punished.” He slid his hand up to the hair that had slipped over her shoulder and gave it a little tug. “I enjoy being part of the community, and I intend to continue as a Dungeon Monitor at the club. I’m often involved in disciplining naughty subs, as are the other monitors. But if you’re on your best behavior, you’ll have nothing to worry about.”

She would definitely try, but she wouldn’t make promises she couldn’t keep. “I’ll do my best to make you proud, but if I mess up, I’ll accept whatever punishment I’ve earned.”

“Yes, you will.” He bent down to kiss her. “I don’t expect perfection, but nothing irritates me more than a badly behaved sub who acts out, then bitches about the consequences. I don’t see that being a problem for you though. You’ve had your bratty episodes, but you accepted your punishment gracefully.”

“Crying like a baby after isn’t exactly graceful.”

“I disagree. Tears can be a release you need. And I have absolutely no problem fulfilling that need.” His lips slanted when she rolled her eyes at him. “You’re not surprised?”

“Nope. I know a few mean ol’ Doms.”

“Who are you calling old?” Dominik attacked her ribs with his fingers. She squealed helplessly, trying to wiggle free. He put his hand over her mouth. “Shh. It’s late. People are sleeping.”

“That was not nice.” Sahara stuck her tongue out at him as he relaxed onto the pillows with his eyes closed.

“Sticking out your tongue at your Dom is not smart.”

Nibbling at her bottom lip to keep from giggling, Sahara lowered her head back to his shoulder. She loved playing with him, but he really did need his sleep. If the Cobras won tomorrow night, they’d be one game away from eliminating the Islanders.

She didn’t hate the team, but she was eager to get a break from anything connected to Grant or New York. As much as she loved the city, she needed some distance from her parents. Maybe then she’d figure out what kind of relationship she’d have with each of them. Separately.

Her father had seemed weak last night, but considering how much her mother’s biting remarks and her careless attitude had hurt after just a short time with her, how damaging would dealing with that every day be? When her father had been constantly on the road with his team, he’d spent so little time with his wife, he’d likely only seen her perfect, practiced mask. The one that had smiled so brightly for the camera.

Once the divorce was finalized, her father would have a chance at real love. And her mother… Well, Sahara wouldn’t hold her breath. She’d wait a bit to call her and take it from there.

You have your own life to live.
Sahara rested her hand on Dominik’s bare chest to feel his heartbeat against her palm. She still couldn’t believe how lucky she was.

Falling in love was easy. But finding someone who cared about what made you smile or frown? Whose touch was always tender and always wanted you near? Who listened to your dreams and your fears? Or just really
listened
to what you had to say…?

She’d only ever dreamed of a man like him. And now, her dreams were a reality.