Keep Me: A BDSM Romance (10 page)

I’m still thirsty, but I don’t want to disturb Caleb. He’s stopped petting me and is gesturing instead, engaged in his discussion with the other Dom. Maybe he won’t notice. I reach for the glass and I’ve just got my fingers on it when Caleb’s hands come back to me, or at least to where I was. Since I’ve moved, he bumps into me and the worst possible thing happens.

I drop the glass.

It bumps into the side of the table with a clink, then tumbles end over end to the floor, smashing into a mess of jagged and glinting glass shards. The water sprays onto the rug and out onto the stone floor. Compared to the other sounds of the party, the crash probably isn’t all that loud, but in my ears it’s like a nuclear explosion.

I messed up.

T
he first thing I do is look up at Caleb. He turned when the glass broke, and his stormy eyes are right on me. His dark brows furrow, and his jaw sets firmly. I’m in trouble, big time. Shrinking back from him, I feel like his pet, like he’s going to whack me across the nose with a newspaper at any moment.

“What do you think you’re doing?” His dark voice promises consequences.

“Sorry, Master. I was thirsty, I just...”

“Did I give you permission,
slave?
” No longer his pet. He stresses slave like it’s a nasty little word. His fingers return to my hair, but this time it’s not tender or gentle. Getting up, he pulls me after him with a firm grip.

Turning to the other Dom, he excuses himself. “I’m sorry. We’ll have to catch up later. I’ve got a mess to clean up and a slave to punish.”

The other Dom grins and makes a dismissive wave. “No worries. Go do your duty. We’ll talk some other time.” He gets up and walks over to another group of people, leaving us to ourselves.

Caleb holds me close, his mouth hissing right into my ear. “I expected better of you.” For some reason, that really gets me, even when it’s something stupid like this. “We don’t want to get glass shards in your feet.” He lifts me up and puts me on his other side, then wags a finger right in my face. “Now stay. No more trouble.”

I fight the urge to whimper.

He pulls the chairs aside, then rolls up the throw rug that the glass sprayed into. He folds it in half and with the open ends up, carries it to the bar, trading it to the guy there for a brush and a dustpan. He returns and kneels with a sigh to clean up the pieces of glass that landed on the floor.

That should be my job. I’m the slave. I broke it. “Master, please. Let me...”

“No.” For a moment he looks right at me. “You’re my responsibility. If I can’t keep you under control, then I’ll have to clean up after you. Now stay there so you don’t cut yourself.” He resumes the brushing, leaving me standing there uselessly. It feels like my punishment’s already begun.

Finally, he’s done. “I think that should do it. I’m going to return this. I expect you down on all fours when I’m back.”

I’m down before he’s even fully turned away. When he returns he sits back down in his chair. “So what am I going to do with you, huh? Come here.” He calls me over. With the rug gone, the stone is hard on my knees.

He pats my head, then slides his hand down on my back. Rubbing back and forth with slow, firm strokes, like a sort of massage. It feels nice. “My naughty girl. How should I punish you? I’m afraid you’ll only enjoy it.”

He moves further down, sliding his hand onto my ass and giving it a squeeze. I freeze under his touch. Slowly, he slides over my skin to put his fingers right on my pussy, pressing them in between my folds. “Pet, you’re so wet. I think you like this way too much.”

He’s right. My gut’s churning and my nipples are as hard as when he kissed me. When he pushes a finger into me, I moan and push back against him. I want more, but I’m due a punishment, not a reward.

“What are you doing to me?” His fingers are so distracting. “The way you’re worming your way into my life. Making me want to bring you with me wherever I go, or spend stupid amounts of money.” He sighs. “I don’t know, and I hate not knowing.” He pulls his hand away, and this time I do whimper. Returning with a hard slap right on my slick pussy, he makes me draw a sharp breath. Then his finger slides back in me.

“You make me want to do more to you. You know that, right? A lot more. Nasty things. Dirty things.” Each word makes my insides flutter. He leans closer and whispers. “I want to fuck you right here. Just pull my cock out and drive it right into your slick cunt.” His finger slides in and out, driving me mad at one end while his words drive me crazy on the other.

It’s hard to concentrate. His fingers work magic between my legs, making heat well up inside me. If he doesn’t stop, he’s going to make me come right here in the middle of the party.

“Do you want to know why I bought you?”

The way he touches me, the way he makes me shiver, makes it difficult to focus on his words. But ten thousand is so much. Too much. “Yes, Master.”

“I was jealous. Can you believe that?” He stabs two fingers into me with a sudden motion. My breath hitches. He does that so well. “Mason looked like he would win you, and suddenly I realized that I didn’t want him to.” He drives his fingers in again. “At all.”

“But—But ten thousand?” I draw air sharply between my teeth. His fingers are so thick. “Master,” I add quickly.

“I don’t have time for games. It was worth it. Also, I really don’t like that guy.” His clever fingers bring me closer and closer. I’m going over the edge soon, and I don’t care anymore.

Then he stops.

I whine. Not now!

He laughs softly. “I’m not letting you come yet. This is a punishment, remember?” With a pat on my head, he gets up. “Heel. All fours.” With a groan, I follow dutifully.

He weaves through the masses of people, but they mostly part when they see him coming. Caleb’s imposing on the best of days. I follow as quickly as I can. Sometimes over rugs, but most of the time, I’m crawling right on the stone floor. Hopefully, we’re not going far.

Turns out my job is just to keep up while he meets up with participants and makes conversation. It’s the worst punishment ever. I’d love a spanking. Or a whipping. Any kind of play, really, but being ignored is just miserable.

There’s not much interesting to do when you’re on all fours. Actually, that’s not true. There’s nothing interesting to do when you’re on all fours. Just waiting. And walking. And waiting.

I can look around. Sure. It’s awesome if I want to study pants, I suppose. Sometimes I spot another slave, as naked as me, and then they’re gone in the sea of legs. We run into Paul, so that’s a bit of a break, but it doesn’t last long and they don’t say anything interesting anyway.

Then I see Mason, sitting in a chair nearby. He’s not looking my way at first, but he turns his head and it’s like watching a cat spot a mouse. His grin is like a predator’s and his eyes lock right onto mine. A chill runs down my back. He holds my gaze for a few moments, then gets up and walks off, as if he just wanted me to know he was there.

Whatever. At least he made my punishment interesting for a moment. I’m still not sure what to make of him, though.

I have no idea how long Caleb makes me do this, but by the time he says goodbye to the last person, my knees and palms ache, and to be honest, I’m bored stiff. I didn’t expect an
actual
punishment.

“You’ve done well. Good girl.” His voice barely carries down to my level, but it’s nice to at least be addressed again. I’ve been feeling awfully ignored. He wants to play pet games? I can play pet games.

Veering towards him, I rub against him like a cat might. He stops, his stance wide, and I crawl between his legs, grinding my side and hips against his legs. If I could purr I would. I just want his attention again.

Why do I play these games? If I really want, I can get up and walk out anytime. Something in me wants his approval. Wants to play the game on his terms. Wants him to give me the kind of reward I really want.

He reaches down and lets his fingers trail down my spine to the small of my back, raising goosebumps on my skin. His touch is electric. Sexy. Confident. “Kitty wants her cream, huh?” He laughs. His words make my eyes go wide. Does he mean what I hope he does?

Sliding even further back, his hand finds its way back down between my legs. The waiting didn’t do much for my excitement, but now that his touch is back, I’m getting wet again. By the time his fingers part my folds, he finds me slick.

“Fuck, I can’t wait any longer. Come.” I crawl, but he pulls me to my feet. “Not like that. Up.” He guides me toward a side door. I have no idea where it leads, but I don’t care. Suddenly, I’m so on edge that I feel like I’m going to burst. The evening’s been one long tease, and finally something’s happening.

H
e pulls me roughly through the door and pushes me up against the hard stone wall, closing the door behind us with his foot. The room’s almost completely dark, lit only by soft moonlight that spills in through a small window high on the wall. The pounding of the dance music penetrates the door easily, but I hardly hear it. Every one of my senses zeroes in on Caleb.

He stands close, his large bulk looming over me, tall and powerful. Taking my wrists, he pulls my hands up over my head, linking the wrist cuffs so he can easily pin both to the wall with his left hand. I suppose I could struggle, but I only watch, letting him position me. I want what he wants.

“Jesus, you look so fucking hot like that. My little slave girl.” His confident smirk is barely visible in the darkness, but it melts me inside. He runs his other hand along the line of my jaw, angling my face up towards his. “Keep your ass touching the wall.”

I press back against the cold stone, and with the way I’m looking up, it pushes my breasts out, pointing my pebbled nipples right at him. His eyes devour me, trailing from my face, all the way down my naked body and back up until I’m staring right into his stormy eyes. Their gray-blue color is almost lost in the darkness, but the intensity is still there, inescapable.

“Keep your eyes on me.” He says it like I can escape that gaze even if I want to. Leaving my jaw, his fingers trail down my throat, their light touch throwing sparks on my skin. They spread, and he wraps his grip around me, pinning me to the wall both by my wrists and my throat.

The broad palm of his hand presses against me, possessing me. Not quite cutting off my air, but making it unmistakably obvious that I’m his. I keep my breaths short, but my heart’s pounding.

He leans in, and this time I part my lips in anticipation, meeting him willingly. He claims me with a passionate kiss that makes my toes curl, even standing against the wall. I’m vulnerable, a small naked shaped next to his massive, sharply dressed presence, but I’ve never felt so safe as I do right now.

Pinning me with his lips, he slides his hand lower, releasing my throat. Down, past my collar bone and onto my breast, cupping and squeezing it with his large hand. His fingers find my tight nipple and squeeze, making me gasp into his mouth. I want to throw myself at him and tear his clothes off, but I keep my ass back to the wall, doing my best to obey.

He pulls away. “I love how you look. All stretched out, presenting for me.” He gives my breast another squeeze before his hand resumes its journey south. “You drive me crazy. You’re all I’ve been able to think about these last few days.” He leans back in until his mouth is right next to my ear, whispering hoarsely. “I want you so bad.”

Oh God. The tone of command. The raw desire in his voice. His hard grip on my wrists. Goosebumps rise on my skin, tingly and prickly, spreading up my arms and down my chest. I can’t think clearly. After all the waiting, my body is ready for action, fully awake, aching for his touch. Needing his attention.

I whisper back. “Then take me.” I wet my lips. “Master.”

He groans into my ear, and slides his hand all the way down to between my legs. His thick fingers dip into my folds, stroking the slick skin. His lips find my neck, then his teeth, nibbling at me while he strokes my wet pussy.

“I’m going to make this mine. All mine.” His voice is a growl, the deep tone vibrating against my skin. “All of you. Mine.”

My sigh is a sudden release of a breath I didn’t know I was holding. His possessiveness only makes me want him more. His mouth. His touch. His clever fingers. All of him. “I want you in me.” I remember my place. “Master. Please, Master.”

He laughs, a soft chuckle. “So eager, Pet.” His fingers dip into me, two of them slipping deep, rough and thick. I moan, and he only laughs more. “So wet. So ready. Maybe two fingers aren’t enough?” He jabs, making me groan. “Maybe something thicker?”

He’s right. I want him to fuck me. I need him to fuck me. “Please.”

“You have to earn it, Pet. On your knees.” He lowers my arms, giving me room to sink down in front of him. My mouth is already watering at the thought. The stone floor is hard on my knees, but I don’t give a fuck. I want this so bad.

“Take me out.” The command is firm, but his breath is ragged beneath it.

My wrists are still linked, but that doesn’t matter much. His fly slides opens easily. Underneath, his underwear is stretched over his massive lump and I struggle with getting it out past the fly.

“Just pull them down.”

Right. I undo his pants button, and tug them down to his knees, exposing his black boxer briefs and a powerful pair of thighs. Pulling at the waistband, I stretch his underwear past his length and pull it down as well, leaving me staring at his blood-engorged cock. I draw a deep breath before wrapping my fingers around its thickness. Blood’s pulsing through it so hard I can feel his heartbeat.

“May... may I please taste you, Master?” I’m not sure even he can hold me back now, but there’s something about getting permission to be dirty.

He barks a short laugh. “If you don’t have your mouth on me before I’m done with this sentence, I’m throwing you right back—”

That’s as far as he gets before I envelop him, stretching my lips around the thick head while I slide my hand up and down his length. He’s salty, tasting of sweat and skin. He smells clean, but musky, totally perfect.