Slave To Love (29 page)

“Dude, unless you’re planning to fuck her, I wouldn’t make that promise,” Fear said from behind Lord No.

Lord No handed Bubbles a pen. When she didn’t accept it, he signed it first. He pushed the contract and pen to her. Bubbles signed it, but kept her head down. Like Jace, he held out his hand to help her to her feet.

Bubbles surprised Taren by lowering herself to her hands and knees and crawling on the floor to the spot in front of where Lord No sat. He had to step over her to resume his seat.

“Cut.” Kitty jumped up from her chair and marched over to Taren and Macabre. “Are you two okay to keep filming or do you need a break?” She directed her attention to Taren. “When we start up again, you’re going to eliminate someone.”

Taren nodded. “I know.” She stood. “Can I get five minutes?” Before she heard an answer, she walked through the dungeon area to the back yard.

Air. She desperately needed some fresh air. She paced by the pool. Staring into the clear water, she wanted nothing more than to jump in, cool herself down.

“Fuck.” It hit her all at once that she would be eliminating someone based on what she wanted. Her wants. Her needs.

She could do this. Taren opened the door to the house and marched back inside. She went directly to Kitty and Macabre.

“Are you okay?” Kitty asked.

“Yeah. Just needed some air. I’m ready for elimination. I know who I want to let go first.” Taren thought she would have agonized over this decision more. In her heart, she knew what she had to do.

“Okay, let’s get everyone back into place and get this going.” Kitty returned to her director’s spot.

“Who are you eliminating?” Macabre asked in a whisper.

“You’ll see.” Taren didn’t want anyone knowing her decision until she said it.

She stood in the middle of the room with Madame Macabre standing next to her.

“Ready, ladies?” Kitty pointed to Taren and the host.

Taren nodded.

“Okay, folks. Elimination time. Get ready. And rolling.”

“Taren, you’ve met with Dominants on the first day. You spent time with the house slaves. And now you know what the Dominants expect from their slaves.” Macabre took Taren’s hand. “Now is the time for you to make the decision to cut your first Dominant. Pick three Dominants. One will be the winner and will have immunity for the next round of elimination. The other two will be up for elimination.”

“Thank you, Madame Macabre.” Taren faced the group. “I’d like for Miss Twist and Bambi to step forward. I’d like for Lord No and Bubbles to come up.” She swallowed before she made her last decision. “And I’d like Master and Sweetheart to step forward.”

Sweetheart stood first since she sat on Jace’s lap. Then the big man got up and strolled up to Taren. The slaves stood behind their Dominants as the three of them faced Taren.

“Taren, you’ve chosen Master, Miss Twist, and Lord No. Will you please tell us who is the winner and why?” Macabre asked.

“Yes.” She scanned the group. Her gaze settled on Jace for a moment before she moved on to Lord No. “Lord No is the winner.” She heard an audible groan from Bubbles behind Lord No. “Although he intimidates me, I like what he said in his contract. He shows that he’ll be loyal as long as you’re loyal to him. That goes a long way with me.”

Lord No smiled and nodded his head.

“Good choice.” Macabre directed her attention to No. “This means that you have immunity and cannot be eliminated in the next show. You may have a seat.”

Lord No turned around and strolled back to the couch. He sat down and Bubbles plopped herself down on the floor.

“That means Master and Miss Twist are in the bottom two.” Macabre’s voice became somber. “Anything you want to say to the two of them before you make your final decision?”

“Yes.” Taren looked at Twist first. “I knew coming into this competition that the Dominants would be tough. You definitely are that. And I thought I would have a problem being dominated by a woman. But that’s not my issue with you.”

“Oh, yeah? What is it then?” Miss Twist crossed her arms over her chest.

“The fact that you burned your contract means you don’t respect your slave’s thoughts or feelings. You scare me in a different way.”

“Coward.” Twist nearly spit the word out. “If you never face what scares you, how do you expect to develop a backbone?”

Taren didn’t answer her. She turned to Jace. He looked resigned to the idea that he would be going home. He kept his hands clasped in front of his body. It had been a long day. 

She didn’t want to keep him in suspense any longer. “Although I like your terms of your contract, I have a different concern about you.” She lowered her head before she completed her answer. “Trust. You mentioned that in your contract. If I can’t trust you, then we can’t work.”

Jace nodded and took a deep breath.

“That’s why I’m giving you another chance for me to get to know you.” She returned her attention to Miss Twist. “I’m sorry, Miss Twist and Bambi. Tonight I’m eliminating you two.”

Twist shook her head. “Weak. This is why I like playing with men more.” She stomped by Taren to go to her bedroom to retrieve her items.

“Nice to have met you. Sorry I couldn’t have stayed longer.” Bambi shook Taren’s hand before walking out of the room.

“Thank you for the second chance.” Jace seemed sincere when he’d made the statement. He took Sweetheart’s hand and led her back to the seating area.

“That concludes this episode.” Macabre directed her attention to the camera. “Join us next time when we spend time in the dungeon.”

“And cut. Excellent, folks.” Kitty made her way to the middle of the room. “We’ll start again tomorrow after breakfast this time.” She pointed to the slaves. “Slaves, you have to make breakfast for your Dominants, Macabre, and Taren, but that won’t be filmed. We won’t start filming again until the afternoon. It’ll be all dungeon work, so get a good night’s sleep tonight.”

Kitty started barking orders to her crew while the slaves went to the kitchen to start dinner.

“You coming back down for dinner?” Macabre headed toward her room.

Taren shook her head. “Big day today. I need some time to process it all. Maybe get some sleep.”

Sleep. She couldn’t think of that or food or the prospects of what would happen in the dungeon the next day while her mind tripped over what would be happening at midnight.

Taren did all that she could in her room to keep herself occupied until midnight. She immersed herself in a hot, long bath, hoping that it would clear her head. If Jace planned on coming to see her, maybe she needed to stay strong, not wear the blindfold.

If she really felt that way, why had she left the napkin sitting on her bed?

After her bath, Taren tried writing in her journal, only she kept going back to the topic of Jace, her feelings, and that blindfold. Damn it.

From the bedroom window, she watched the production crew filing out one by one. When she saw the last of the vans moving out, she checked the clock by the bed.

“Shit.” How did it get to be
after
midnight?

Taren turned off all the lights in the bedroom and left the light on in the bathroom. Wearing nothing but a lacy negligee, she hopped on top of the bed comforter. She argued in her head that if she had ducked under the covers that maybe Jace would think she wouldn’t want him there.

She folded the black napkin into a strip and covered her eyes. After securing it behind her head, she sat on her haunches and waited…and felt like an idiot. What if Jace never showed? What if he asked her to do all of this to show his dominance over her?

As soon as Taren reached up to remove the blindfold, she heard a noise on the other side of the office door. Her heart pounded. She breathed hard as she placed her hands on her lap, not sure how she should be or what she should do.

When the office door in the bedroom opened, Taren adjusted herself on the bed. The creaking door opened slowly, from what she could hear. Then she heard it click when it closed.

Because of the carpeting, she couldn’t hear any footsteps. “I didn’t know how you wanted me other than the blindfold.”

She felt a finger over her lips, signaling her to remain quiet. Oh, God. Had Lord No entered the room instead of Jace? Who the hell had joined her?

Chapter Nineteen

Jace almost couldn’t get away from his nosey roommates. After dinner, a few of them wanted to test out some of the dungeon equipment. If Kitty hadn’t screamed at them to stop touching the toys, they would have worn them all out by now.

As soon as the other Dominants he shared a room with had gone to sleep, or at least sounded that way, Jace made his escape. He climbed the back stairs to the office and made his way into the bedroom where he’d found Taren in a barely there nightgown and the napkin he had given her to use as a blindfold. She had her back to him.

When she talked, he had to stop her. He couldn’t talk to her, either. If asked about who she may have had in her room, she could honestly say that she didn’t see or hear anyone. That also meant that he couldn’t have sex with her in the same way.

Jace crawled into bed behind her. First he pressed his lips against the back of her neck, which made her gasp. She reached her hand behind herself to touch him. He arrested her hand and placed it on her lap.

He planted kisses down her shoulders. It forced him to pull the straps of her gown down her arms. With the garment around her waist, he reached around her and cupped her tits. She put her hands on top of his and pressed her back against his bare chest.

“I don’t do this.” Taren shook her head. “I don’t blindfold myself and allow a stranger into my bedroom to do whatever he wants with me. This isn’t me.”

Jace slowed down the kissing to listen to her. If she didn’t want this, he wouldn’t push it.

“I like it.” She rotated her hips so that her backside brushed against his now hardened cock.

He moved to the side and eased her back on the bed. When she got her legs from under her, he took that moment to remove her nightgown from around her waist. He tossed it to the floor.

“Are you naked?” She moved her hands around in the air, trying to locate him.

Taren’s hand finally landed on his leg. She moaned as she eased her hand up to his thigh. Before she could reach anything else, he stopped her.

“I want to touch you. I want to feel you. I want to taste you.” She sat up, but Jace held her wrists and eased her back down to the bed.

He didn’t want to tie her down, but she hadn’t made it easy on him to do what he wanted to her luscious body. While he held her wrists against the bed, he lowered his head to lick her pert nipple.

As soon as his tongue touched her, her body writhed. Taren attempted to lift her hands, but couldn’t under his control. He quickly moved his mouth over to her other tit. He licked and laved it while she continued squirming under him.

“I want to see you. Please. Can I take this blindfold off now?”

Jace kissed the side of her face by her ear. He wanted to say so much to her, but he didn’t want to ruin the mystique.

“I swear I won’t tell. I promise.”

Jace wanted to believe her, but he knew better. He knew her. He actually liked her honesty streak. It kept him on his game. Kept up his creativity.

As much as he wanted to kiss her lips, he knew he couldn’t. Jace brought her hands together over her head and held them down with one hand. Then he moved to the side of her body. With his free hand, he smoothed it over her stomach and down to the apex of her thighs.

Without him asking her, Taren spread her legs open for him. He smoothed the pads of his fingers over her slick nether lips. He couldn’t believe how wet she’d already gotten. Her pungent aroma filled his senses and the room.

Jace slid his middle digit into her tight channel.

“Yes!” she hissed. “Please. Please.”

He moved his finger in and out of her slowly. Taren draped her leg over his legs to give him better access.

“I wish you would talk to me. Please don’t be Lord No.” She shook her head.

Jace almost laughed at her statement. He had to hold it together. He slid a second finger inside her pussy. That broke her.

Taren’s body trembled. Her toes curled. “So close.” She turned her head in the direction of his face. “Please fuck me. I need you.”

Jace curved his fingers up to stroke her sweet spot. Taren’s body froze. He felt her inner walls tightening around his fingers. As soon as she relaxed her body, he slipped his fingers out of her and used her juices to coat her lips.

Taren licked her essence from her lips and his fingers. He wanted so much to share the juices with her.

Jace couldn’t hold out from satisfying himself. He used his free hand to pull the condoms from his pajama pocket. Then he attempted to pull his pants down with only one hand and a jutting cock. To gain some leverage and still maintain control, he rolled her onto her stomach. For what he wanted to do, she would have to be in that position.

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Taren pushed her upper body up as she wondered what Jace planned. At least she hoped that Jace had been her mystery lover.

She felt the bed move like Jace had jumped off it. Still clad in the blindfold, she felt silly leaving it on. Taren reached up to remove it when she felt a hand clamp down on her wrist. He brought her hand down and rested it on the bed.

At that moment, she heard what sounded like a package ripping open. Condom. Had to be. In preparation for entry, Taren lifted her hips. Jace surprised her. First, while he held her hip with one hand, he used the fingers of his other hand to rub her pussy opening and clit.

Then he used those same fingers to wipe those juices around her asshole. Taren jerked her body up. She’d had a lot of firsts that night. She didn’t think she would be ready to check anal sex off her list.

Before she could protest, she felt him rubbing the tip of his cock over her hole. He eased himself inside her. Behind the blindfold, Taren experienced an explosion of fireworks in her head. Slight pain spread over her ass cheeks.