Oak, Sophie - Away From Me (Siren Publishing Classic) (11 page)

Gaby looked to Chris, who was standing by the table. “Call security.”

He shrugged. “He’s actually the boss, G. I don’t think security will toss him out. You should probably use your safe word.”

He shouted that from across the room because Cal was moving quickly. Gaby had no illusions as to where he was going. Cal had helped design the play areas of the resort. He knew his way to the resort’s dungeon. He would probably know it blindfolded.

“Would it work?” Gaby asked, relaxing against him. There was no way she could fight him. Kicking and scratching would just get her in more trouble.

“I will always honor your safe word, Gabrielle.” He stopped at the bottom of the stairs that led to the dungeon. “Are you going to use it?”

All she had to do was say the word “red” and everything would stop. Cal would place her on her feet and walk away. One little word and he’d probably leave the island altogether. Gabrielle had never said the word to him. She had studiously avoided it, even in their normal lives. “No, you bastard. I’m not using it.”

His hand slapped her ass again, and he started up the stairs.

This was why she pushed him. She’d pushed him because she couldn’t ask for what she wanted. She’d pushed him because she was in a corner and didn’t know how to get out. She couldn’t go back to him. She couldn’t be with him the way she had been before. Too much had happened. But she wanted this. Her whole body craved him. Even as the cheeks of her ass burned from the sting of his hands, she knew she was wet and ready to take more.

Cal kicked open the door to the dungeon, paying the man at the small desk no heed. Gaby saw the security guard hustle up from his desk and follow them into the room.

“Miss Sullivan? Is that you?”

Cal whirled around, and Gaby’s world shifted. She couldn’t see the guard anymore. She stared at the back of Cal’s shirt. She could still smell the Scotch.

“I would suggest you back off.” Cal’s voice was low and tight. Gaby could tell he was coiled and ready to strike.

“Look, Mr. Whatever your name is. She’s my boss, and I won’t let her be mistreated.”

“Glen…” Gaby started, but a swift smack stopped her.

“We’re in a dungeon, pet. Remember your manners. I did not give you leave to speak. She is my sub, and I’ll have your head if you try to come between us.”

“Hey, Glen.”

Gaby craned to look up. Her dungeon monitor, a Dom named James, was hurrying across the room.

“Is there a problem?” James asked.

“He has Gaby,” Glen replied, sounding unsure.

“Has she said her safe word?”

“No.”

“Then back off,” James barked. “And, Glen, that’s Callum Reed. He’s part owner of the place now.”

Cal was walking again. Gaby wondered if he’d take her to a privacy room or if he intended to chain her up in the main dungeon. “Does everyone know that except me?”

“I asked Greg not to tell you. I talked to James earlier today. That’s the only reason he knows. I wanted to make sure the dungeon was well-stocked.” He smacked her ass again, the sound cracking through the dungeon. “And I didn’t give you permission to open that mouth.”

He sat her down on her feet in front of a padded sawhorse. “Take off your clothes, Gaby.”

Her hands immediately went to her chest. She panicked at the thought of being naked. There weren’t many people in the dungeon, but later, there would be some. Even the swingers liked to come play down here. They would see her scars.

Cal took the choice from her. He hauled her up and pushed her across the sawhorse, her chest on the padded back. Her ass was off the apparatus, and Cal efficiently tied her hands together under the bar.

“Do you need a gag?”

She spat out her response. “No, asshole.” Gaby pulled at the expertly tied restraints. He’d used a silk scarf from the table near the apparatus. Gaby saw that there was a tray of neatly placed restraints ranging from rope to handcuffs. Cal always preferred silk. Her hands were tied palms together. The knot was tight, but not so tight that she would lose circulation.

Cal’s eyes were dark when he kneeled and looked up at Gaby. “Not another word, unless it’s your safe word. I’ve been indulgent up to this point.”

Indulgent? Her ass was on fire. Unfortunately, it was on fire in a way that also had her pussy pulsing. She relaxed against the padding and let her cheek rest. The wall in front of her was mirrored, and she could watch Cal work. The first thing he did was request a knife from Master James, who was more than happy to provide it.

Damn it. She was going to make him replace her shorts. She wasn’t afraid, just excited, as she watched him carefully cut the denim from her body. She watched as he sighed when he saw the white cotton panties she wore. Two flicks of the knife and they joined the shorts on the floor. Cal pulled off her shoes, and she was naked from the waist down. The sight of her naked ass in the air made her feel vulnerable and got her heart to pounding.

“Thank you, James.” Cal handed the dungeon monitor his knife but made no move to dismiss him. Gaby felt herself flush slightly. James McKnight was her employee. Greg had hired him years ago, and he’d been one of the people she had come to rely on. Now, he was admiring her ass.

“It’s quite lovely, isn’t it?” Cal ran his hand across her cheeks. His finger slid lightly down the seam of her ass.

“She’s very fair.” There was a slight hesitation in the Dom’s voice.

“Gabrielle.” Cal’s voice was commanding. “Your employee is worried about your welfare. He doesn’t know who I am beyond the fact that I own a piece of this club. Will you please explain to him what you call me when we’re alone?”

There was only one answer to that. She might not call him that anymore, but she would tonight. “Master.”

“I always knew she was a sub. Careful with that one.” James laughed, the sound very friendly to her ears. “She will top from the bottom. Really, though, it’s the only way to go. You want a sub who knows what she wants. What’s life without a little power struggle?”

“Boring,” Cal said, surprising her. She sighed as Cal slid his hand across her backside. “Tell me something, Master James. What do think of my pretty little sub?”

“I think I’d like to fuck her very much. She’s lovely, Master Callum.”

Gaby watched as a slow smile spread across Callum’s handsome face. He’d always liked to show her off. “Yes, she is. She’s gorgeous, and she’s mine. How long do I have before we have a large audience?”

“Not long.” James looked at his watch. “Dinner should be over soon. Some of the swingers will come down here. More once they realize a hot D/s scene is being played out.”

“Then I should get on with it.” He selected a quarter inch-round cane from the wall of canes, floggers, paddles, and whips. He tested it against his palm then immediately brought it against her naked ass.

Gaby started at the pain. It felt like fire licked across her skin. She gasped, but managed not to yell. The pain bloomed into her flesh, causing tears to form. She looked at Cal in the mirror. He stood over her, cane in hand, and despite the pain, despite the heartbreak, she couldn’t help but admit to herself that she loved him.

“You do not air our private differences in public, little slave.”

The cane came down on the opposite cheek. Gaby bit her lip to keep from crying out. A warmth was building deep inside her, spreading outward from the burning sensation.

“You should have stayed, Gabrielle. You had no right to leave me.” His voice was filled with anger. Gaby could see his face was flushed as he struck her again, this time on her thighs. As always, the pain bloomed outward and then flowered into pleasure. “I would have stood by you. I would have taken care of you. Damn it, Gaby, it was my right.”

Cal moved behind her. He kicked at her feet, spreading her legs, and his hand moved between them. He slid his fingers all around her pussy. “That’s what I want. I want this little pussy wet and begging for me.”

It took everything Gaby had not to groan. It felt so good. His fingers slid through her juicy cunt, lighting up her every nerve ending. He teased her clit, running his finger just across it only to pull back and plunge into her pussy. The sound of her cunt sucking at his fingers filled the room. Gaby whimpered. She didn’t want his fingers. She wanted his cock. She wanted him to shove that big cock of his deep inside and ride her until she couldn’t think anymore.

His hand left her, and it was a mere second before it came down again on her ass. Tears blurred Gaby’s vision. She was so sore. She needed so much.

“That was for ruining a perfectly good glass of Scotch.”

She heard murmurs from the small crowd now gathering around. Gaby could see them in the mirror. They were shaking their heads in general agreement that she deserved to be punished for spilling a truly good single malt. At least ten people were standing around now, some men and some women. Gaby had been with Cal long enough to know that they wouldn’t bother Cal as long as they followed the rules of the dungeon. As long as they stayed quiet and didn’t interrupt him, he’d fuck her in front of a thousand people. It wouldn’t bother Gaby, either, as long as her shirt stayed on. What was bothering Gaby was an overwhelming need to come.

Cal took a step back. In the mirror, Gaby watched as he admired the marks he’d placed on her ass. He ran his hand across them, tracing the pink lines he found there. They would be gone by morning, she knew. Cal was always, always careful with her. He’d never raised a welt. He knew exactly how much pressure to exert to make the pain erotic. He leaned over, his blue eyes hot as he kissed each cheek. He turned back to the row of toys and unwrapped a medium sized anal plug.

Gaby whimpered. It had been so long since he’d filled her ass. It would burn and hurt all over again, just as it had when she was a virgin there. Her torture wasn’t over.

He poured lube over the plug, greasing it. When he parted the cheeks of her ass, Gaby shivered.

“Push out when I tell you to, pet. Do not disobey me or this plug will be all you get.”

Gaby felt him fit the head of the plug against her anus.

Cal swatted her sore ass. “Don’t tense.”

Gaby forced herself to relax. Cal pushed the plug, forcing her anus to open to take it.

“Press back, pet. That’s it. Such a pretty little asshole.”

Gaby took a deep breath and tried to flatten the small of her back, pressing out against the plug. She shivered at the sensation as the plug slid home. When Cal slapped her ass this time, every nerve clenched around the plug, a jangled cacophony of pain and pleasure.

He walked around and ran a hand through her hair. “Do not try my patience again, pet. Next time, I will not go so easy. Next time, I’ll have you on a St. Andrew’s Cross counting out twenty lashes of a single tail. I’ll pull you down and fuck your mouth, and you will not be allowed to come all night. Is that understood?”

Gaby nodded. She was hoping he wouldn’t put the “no coming” punishment on her this evening.

Cal’s hands went to his belt, and he shoved his slacks and boxers off. Normally, Gaby knew, he would neatly fold them, but tonight, he kicked them aside, a sure sign that he was losing his control.

He held his big dick in one hand and her head in the other. His fingers tangled in her hair. He pulled slightly, just a little sting. The sawhorse was perfectly adjusted to place her mouth right where he wanted it. “Get me hard, pet. Your Master wants to fuck his slave.”

She almost laughed. He was so hard he could pound nails. Gaby doubted the enormous cock in front of her could get any harder. She didn’t question him. She simply opened her mouth and let him push his way in. He didn’t require anything active from her when he was in this state. He merely wanted her compliance, and she gave it to him. He gently thrust himself in and out of her willing mouth.