Keep Me: A BDSM Romance (8 page)

He taps the other side and I reverse. He’s smirking, enjoying chasing me around. It’s like being herded by a sheep dog. With electric teeth.

My adrenaline’s through the roof. My breath is racing, and I’ve begun to sweat. I have to be crazy, but it’s only making me wetter. Everything he does gets me going, a little more each time. I’m going to be ready to jump him after this. I hope he realizes what he’s in for.

God, what am I saying? Jump him? We haven’t even...

He interrupts my train of thought, tapping the wand right on top of my left breast with a crack. “Pay attention, slave. Mind your Master.”

I yelp, and shrink back into the cross. That hurt more than the others did. Can he adjust the strength?

Another tap on the other breast, a shot of burning pain that lingers for a second or two. His brows are furrowed over his glaring eyes. He’s mad at me for ignoring him. Even if it was just a second or two.

“Eyes on me.” His voice is undeniable, cold as ice. I look up, sucked into his stormy dark gray pools.

His voice is the rumble of thunder. “You will
not
let your attention drift. Do you understand me?”

Holy shit. I hurry to answer. “Yes, Master.”

For several long moments he holds my gaze, then he lifts the tip of the wand to right in front of my mouth. “Stick out your tongue.”

What? Suddenly I’m tasting cotton balls, my mouth dry at the thought. My tongue? I go cross eyed trying to focus on the buzzing tip in front of me. He can’t be serious?

“Come on, slave. I don’t have all day. Stick out your tongue. Stop wasting our time here. Or do I need to get serious?”

I’m tempted to test him, but the desire to please is stronger. I lick my lips nervously. I can safe word. Will I? I have to trust him. He won’t hurt me, not seriously, and I know that. Obeying is still one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. Slowly, like it already hurts, I stretch my tongue towards the humming stick.

“Almost there. Touch the wand. I’m not moving. You have to do it.”

Shutting my eyes tightly, I steel my nerves and force my tongue out as far as I can. There’s a spark and a flash of pain that burns right on the tip. Ow! God, that hurt.

“Again.”

I shudder. Not sure if it’s better or worse now that I know what it’ll feel like. But I don’t really have a choice, do I? It’s this or give up. I swallow deep, then stick my tongue out again. Might as well get it over with.

He’s holding it further away and I have to crane my neck. I touch, it sparks and agony shoots down my tongue. I bite my lip so I don’t burst out with a whole string of words that are sure to get me more punishments.

“Good girl.” I open my eyes to see him put the wand away. “You deserve a reward. Do you want a reward?”

Is it a trick question? I don’t know. There’s only one appropriate answer. “Yes, please, Master.”

He steps up close, right in front of me, the bulk of his body looming over mine. Trapped, I can only wait for his mercy. He bats my breast with his hand, making it jiggle, which makes the weight swing.

I groan loudly. “Thank you, Master.”

He laughs. “That’s just me playing. I love your big tits, slave.” He bends over and places a kiss on the slope of the other one. Then another kiss a little lower. Then on the tip of my nipple, where it sticks out between the teeth of the clamp. Each touch of his lips is electric, little sparks of sensation arcing over my tender skin.

His hand slips in between my legs, cupping my sex over my panties. I freeze, my eyes going wide. Oh God.

Thick fingers explore my folds through the wet fabric. I squirm in my bonds, pressing myself against him, wanting to feel more, to feel him in me. I’m so on edge, that it won’t take much. Oh please, oh please, let that be my reward.

His kisses his way back up my breast, continuing on to my throat. Nibbling at my skin, he mumbles between tugs. “I want to make you come. Will you do that for me, Pet? Will you come on my fingers?” His husky voice makes my stomach knot in anticipation.

“Yes, please, Master.” It would be impossible for him to want it more than me at that moment. I want him so badly it hurts.

He tugs at my panties until they’re about halfway down my ass. They won’t go further unless he cuts them off, but it’s enough for him to get his fingers into them. Then into me. They’re thick, rough and eager, slipping easily into my wetness. I let out all my pent-up frustration in a deep moan.

“You’re so ready for me, Pet.” His kisses move up my neck to my jaw, then up to my earlobe. He takes it between his teeth and pulls. He’s so close, his musk tickling my nose and his stubble scratching my skin. “You tempt a man to to overstep his bounds.”

He adds a second finger, making my breath hitch. If he wants to, he can overstep all he want. Anything, so long as he doesn’t stop making me feel good.

“Master, I’m yours.” Three simple words, but they make him growl and push his fingers deeper. His thumb lands on my clit, adding to the stimulation of him fingerfucking me right on the stage in front of a crowd of people.

Heat surges through me, to my core, to my fingertips, to the tips of my toes. Everything tingles. My breathing comes faster, and I know it’s coming. I’m going to come for Caleb. For my Master. I’m going to make him happy.

His hand finds the weight hanging from my nipples and begins to tug in time with his stroking. Holy— Each tug sends pain and pleasure racing through me. All these feelings, growing together, making me lose it. I can’t take much more. I’m almost there.

“Come for me, Pet. Show me. Show everyone here what a good little slave you are.” The tone is steel and ice and molten iron, and it’s exactly what I need. I tumble into my orgasm like falling off a cliff, my stomach dropping and the breath stolen from my lungs. I shake on his fingers, like I’m having a fit while moaning loudly until my throat feels raw.

“Master!” Everything goes white as I come. “Caleb!” I go taut against him and for several long moments, it’s like I’m floating. I’m barely there, just a cloud of swirling pleasure. I keen in the back of my throat, unable to stop it. Meanwhile, his fingers stab into me, rub my clit, and prolong the orgasm until it hurts.

It’s never going to end. At least that’s how it feels. Of course, it does, but slowly, winding down until only embers remain, a steady heat that could flare back up at any moment, given the right encouragement.

I slump in my bonds, hanging like a rag doll, all the strength gone out of me. My heart’s pounding, but slowly coming down to normal. I ache, but it’s a good ache, telling me that I’m alive.

Caleb’s right there, unclipping the nipple clamps. I draw a sharp breath when he releases them as the blood rushes back into my poor abused nubs. He gives each nipple a soft kiss before turning toward the crowd.

“Thank you for coming, everyone. I hope you enjoyed the demonstration. Feel free to approach me for questions later, but right now I have some aftercare to attend to. Never forget it. It’s one of the most important parts of a good session. Thank you.”

The crowd claps, which feels weird. No one ever applauds me. One of them stands, his piercing eyes boring into me. It’s Mason from our demo at the club. He’s clapping like the others, but it’s different, intense. He must have really loved the show. Others stand, and then they all fade away as Caleb draws the curtain, taking away the bright spotlights and swathing us in relative darkness.

As soon as the curtain’s drawn, he comes to me and begins to unclip my ankle cuffs. “You’re incredible, Viv. Everything alright?”

Soft aftershocks still course through me as I come down from the best orgasm I’ve had in ages. “Oh yeah,” I respond, still catching my breath. “Totally alright.”

He unhooks my right hand and I just let it drop. I’m exhausted. Who’d have thought being tied to one spot would be so tiring. He lifts it to his shoulder. “Here, hold on to me. I’ve got you.”

With a click, my second wrist is free, and I’m hanging on his shoulders, my chest mashed against his. His warm skin feels so nice against mine, my hypersensitive nipples tickled by his chest hair.

“Here.” He bends, and suddenly I’m floating, lifted into his arms. He’s huge, but I’ve never really appreciated his strength. He carries me like a child, cradling me safely in his arms. A couch or something would’ve been nice, but instead he lowers himself to sit cross legged on the floor, his legs forming a chair for me to sit in while I cling to him, resting my head against his chest and listening to his powerful heartbeat.

“That was amazing.” My voice is almost a whisper, but even talking feels like effort. “Are you always this intense?”

He massages my arms gently, but with a firm touch. “Intense? Nah, sometimes I get really serious.”

I smile. “Silly.”

He doesn’t answer, but runs his fingers through my hair, petting me. I feel safe. Protected.

His.

T
he first thing we see as we emerge from behind the curtains, once again dressed, is Susan storming towards us with a huge smile on her face. “You two were ah-may-zing!” She puts so much exuberance into her words that I’m worried she’ll explode. “That was the most intense demo I’ve witnessed in the history of these retreats.” She fans herself for emphasis. “You two belong together!”

I shift a little uncomfortably at that. I mean, yeah, I’m attracted to Caleb. There’s no denying that anymore, if I ever did. But how does
he
feel? Where do we actually stand? We’ve had two smoking scenes, but they’re scenes. It feels forced, somehow, and we haven’t talked about this at all.

I chew my lip and glance over at him while he talks with Susan. Why shouldn’t we be together? Is that a bad question to ask? I struggle to find a good reason. Would he want to be with me? Sure we have fun, but I screw things up so much it’s practically a hobby. Look at my relationship with Gabriel. Or my jobs. Or almost anything I try to do. He’s wealthy, working a job he loves, hot as hell. What’s could I possibly have to offer a guy like that?

I look up, realizing Susan just said something and I have no idea what it was. “I’m sorry.” I smile, probably looking as embarrassed as I feel. “I was lost in my own thoughts. Do you mind repeating that?”

“Oh, I understand. I’m sure a session like that gave you plenty to think about. Golly, that was so intense!” Of all the people I’d expect to be organizing a BDSM retreat, I would have guessed her the least likely. Still, she’s nice and enthusiastic. “I was just telling Caleb here that we have a tradition of having a slave auction—just for fun, of course—the first evening of each retreat. All the money made goes to charity. This year we’re planning on donating it to the Kensington Stray Pet Shelter, since they do so much wonderful work.” She grins slyly. “Win a pet to save a pet. Cute, right? I couldn’t pass up the chance to use that line.” She giggles.

I blink. “Uh, yeah. I guess. Maybe? What’s involved?”

“Well, every participating slave gets up on the stage, and the audience may bid on her. Or him, of course.” She wipes her forehead, sweat beading there from both the heat and her excitement. “For the rest of the evening, the slave has to serve her Master in whatever way they see fit.”

“Anything?”

“Within the slave’s limits, of course! There are safewords. It’s all meant to be for fun.” She wrings her hands excitedly. “Oh please say you’ll do it. You’re so pretty, and after the scene today, you would bring in top dollar!” She stops for a moment. “Oh dear, please take that the right away. We just want to make as much as possible for the charity, of course.”

I nod. “Of course.”

“So what do you say. Are you game? Please say you’re game.”

She looks at me with her big brown eyes wide like an en excited puppy. If you could consider a fairly squat and broad woman in a floral pattern muumuu even close to a puppy. But, speaking of puppies, it does sound like it’s for a good cause. Why not? I glance at Caleb, and he nods in encouragement. “Sure, Susan, I’d love to.”

“Oh, thank you! I can’t wait!” She turns so she’s facing both of us. “Well, I have a mountain of paperwork to attend to. A host’s work is never done, it seems. I’ll see you two tonight at the party! Bye!”

She turns and whirls back out like a floral tornado. I’m beginning to think she storms everywhere.

Caleb humphs. “So, you’re going up on the auction block, huh?”

“Yeah. I guess so.” I turn to him with a grin. “Are you going to buy me?”

He scratches his chin with an exaggerated motion. “Well, I’m not sure, to be honest. I mean, you’re pretty and all, but you can be quite a handful.”

I bow my head, getting into a submissive stance. “I assure Master that I will be on my best behavior tonight.”

He laughs, a deep bark of a belly laugh. “Well, that doesn’t sound like much fun. Maybe I’ll buy someone else.”

“What?” I snap up and whack him one on the arm. “Someone other than me?”

“See what I mean? You’re just going to be trouble. Abusing your Master!” He steps aside before I can smack him again, then throws me a mysterious smile. “We’ll see how tonight goes. You never know. Anyway, I’m going back to my room for a short rest. I’ll see you later.”

I yell after him, “If you don’t buy me, you’ll regret it.”

He puts a hand up in the air and waves, but doesn’t even look back. Cocky bastard. Getting a little shuteye doesn’t sound bad, though. Especially if it’s going to be a late night.

What does a slave wear to an auction, anyway?

T
urns out, a slave doesn’t wear anything at all. Well, I guess underwear, but nothing else. I wasn’t prepared for that. Practically naked except for a collar with a leash, and wrist and ankle cuffs, I have to admit I feel a little uncomfortable up here. But hey, at least I’m not the only one.

Would be nice if they didn’t put me in the last spot. It’s funny. I can do crazy scenes on the stage and not really think about it, but now that I’m just standing here, and arguably not doing anything nearly as intense, I just can’t find a way to get the butterflies out of my stomach. All I can do is wait and watch the people ahead of me get sold off to the highest bidders.