Slave To Love (32 page)

No moved his hand to the other cheek and smacked that one. This time Taren heard Bubbles yelp. He gave her three more hard spanks in a row. After each hit, he followed up with a soothing touch, rubbing her now red cheeks.

After two more spanks, the session ended. Bubbles stood and picked up her panties. Although her eyes now looked red and glossy like she’d been crying, her face told a different story. She looked overheated, like she needed more than a hard spanking.

She slipped on her panties. Lord No attempted to take her hand and pull her to him, probably to do some aftercare.

“No, I’m good.” Bubbles went back to her spot.

Even if Lord No didn’t have immunity, Taren liked his style. He did care for Bubbles even though she made it hard to show that.

“Taren, you may now pick the next duo to go,” Macabre said.

“Okay. Mistress Night and Beauty.” Taren could tell the way Beauty paced in her spot that she wanted to do this scene.

Beauty damn near beat Mistress Night to the center of the room.

“I’m not an over-the-knee type of disciplinarian.” Night pulled a sawhorse from a corner of the room. “Take your robe off.”

Beauty had the sash undone before Night completed her command. As Taren had suspected, Beauty had been naked under the robe. She tossed the garment on the chair.

“Put both hands on the top of the horse.”

As Beauty braced for the punishment, Night slipped on a pair of black leather gloves. The look of them made the scene all the more sinister.

“Ordinarily I don’t punish this way.” Night directed her statement to Taren. “If this is something that turns you on, you may be disappointed with me. I like to do other things. But since you like this…”

Mistress Night didn’t finish her statement before she landed two hard hits on Beauty’s ass cheeks. Beauty’s knees buckled before she straightened back up and accepted more of the punishment. At the tenth hit, Night stroked Beauty’s red ass as she whispered something in her ear. Beauty nodded, then kissed the backs of both Night’s gloved hands.

Beauty picked up her robe. She took Night’s hand and allowed her to lead her to a couch where Night sat down and pulled Beauty next to her. She allowed Beauty to lie across Night’s lap while the Domme caressed her.

Wow. No way could Taren put her in the bottom two either. She looked over the group. “Sire Swift and Sandy.”

Swift bowed his head as he took Sandy’s hand and led her to the chair. He sat down in it. “I’m a little like No and a little like Night. I don’t necessarily use spanking as a form of pleasure. However, when I do, I do it old school.” He patted his thighs just like Lord No did. “Over the knee.”

Sandy stretched her body over his lap and rested her hands on the floor. Swift lifted the hem of her dress, then pulled down her panties.

“Sandy, you don’t deserve this punishment. It’s just a part of play, understand?” Sire Swift’s voice lowered when he talked to her.

“Understand, sir. Thank you.”

He gave her one hard swat on her cheek. “Feels like I’m punishing myself for spanking this perfect ass.”

Sandy giggled. “Thank you, sir.”

Swift gave her other cheek a hit, then stopped.

“You can go up to ten, Sire Swift.” Macabre remained in her spot as she talked to him.

Swift helped Sandy get to her feet. “I know. I can’t discipline her without reason.” He stood. He looked pointedly at Taren. “I was kind of hoping you would want to see wax play or mummification or even rope play.”

“Hey, come on.” Jace came to her rescue again. “She wanted to see something she enjoys. Can’t fault her for that.”

Swift stood back in his spot with Sandy right behind him.

“Slave Sandy, are you okay?” Fear leaned toward her and asked.

Sire Swift turned around when Fear addressed Swift’s slave. Sandy said nothing as she split her attention between Swift and Fear.

“Those two hits looked hard, Slave Sandy.” Fear took a step closer to her.

Sandy moved away.

“Don’t talk to her.” Swift eased himself between Sandy and Fear. “And if you have to address her, call her Sandy.”

Fear shook his head. “I believe she called herself Slave Sandy. Do you have a problem calling her what she prefers?” He turned to Sandy. “Slave Sandy, which name do you like?”

“I’m not going to tell you again.” Swift stood directly in front of Fear. “Don’t talk to her. You have a question for her, you ask me.” He glared at Solo. “Talk to your slave.”

Fear glared at Swift for a tense moment before he smiled. “You guys are so fucking easy.” He resumed his position in front of Solo. “Thanks for letting me know what your hot button is.”

Swift returned to his spot. “Thanks for reminding me again what an asshole you are.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Gentlemen,” Macabre began as she hobbled toward them. “Security is here and ready. Do we need them?”

Swift kept his stare straight ahead and didn’t say a word. Fear maintained his smile and shook his head.

“Good. We can continue.”

Taren called Bruiser next. With a name like his, she had expected for him to go all out with his punishment. He did the maximum ten spanks over his knee to Breeze and no more than that. Like Mistress Night, he did some aftercare on another couch in the room.

All throughout the scene, Breeze kept her smile.

Fear barreled his way to the center of the room, dragging Solo behind him. He didn’t sit down. He didn’t have her bending over. He had Solo facing him. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders as though to keep her in place. It also put her face close to his, although with his height, she had to look up at him.

“I don’t mind punishing a slave or submissive without reason.” Fear landed a smack so hard that Taren jumped. “Discipline keeps the people you’re in charge of in line.” He smacked the other cheek.

Now Taren understood why he held her. Solo nearly crumpled to the floor with both hits. Fear hit her two more times.

“Oh, yellow.” Solo held onto his waist.

He gave her two more hits that had her screaming.

“Red! Red! I can’t.” Solo shook her head.

Fear, with his hand still in the air, smiled. “The woman called her safe word.” He let her go and took a step back. “See. I know how to listen.” He stomped back to his spot while his slave remained crouched down.

Jace watched the slave on the floor, breathing heavily and resting on her knees. The sadist side of him reminded him that she’d signed up for this. She knew how hard discipline would be and should have wanted to endure it. Watching her look so broken affected him in a way he didn’t imagine. He thought about his experience with aftercare. A slave should feel needed and protected. He knew Solo didn’t feel that now.

“Son-of-a-bitch.” Jace walked over to Solo and picked her up in his arms.

“You’re making them soft, Master.” Fear shook his head. “I want tough subs. I need soldiers.”

Jace placed the woman on a couch. “We’re not at war.” He went back to his position in front of Sweetheart.

“Yes, we are. It’s us against them.” He pointed to the slaves and included Taren in his assessment.

“Master,” Taren began. When Jace looked at her, she continued. “You can go now.”

Jace held Sweetheart’s hand as he led her to the same chair. “Pull up your dress.”

Sweetheart complied as Jace sat in the chair. She didn’t have on any panties. Instead of having her lie across his lap, Jace made her straddle his legs and face him as she sat on his lap.

“Put your hands on my shoulder or on the back of the chair.” Jace put one hand on her waist.

Sweetheart nodded. Taren licked her lips as she imagined herself in that position, only Jace wouldn’t just be spanking her. She would be riding him. Taren had to cross her legs as she watched the display.

He gave her a few spanks, then smoothed his hand over her backside. He looked into her face like he wanted to see if she wanted more or have him stop. Since she said nothing, he continued.

At the tenth hit, Sweetheart said, “Green.”

Jace laughed. “Sorry, Sweetheart. Ten is all I can give you.” He helped her to her feet and took her to an unoccupied couch where he comforted her.

“Last but not least, Sire Ball and Slinky.” Taren pointed to the duo.

Sire Ball went to the chair and sat in it. Since Slinky had been nude, she did nothing to get ready other than position herself on his lap.

He started spanking her like the others had with their slaves. At the tenth hit, Ball smoothed his hand over her ass cheeks. Then he did something none of the other Doms had done. He slipped his middle finger inside of her vagina and moved it back and forth.

“Sire Ball?” Macabre moved toward him.

Taren knew when security went to the two, that he’d done something wrong.

“What the hell are you doing?” Slinky wiggled off his lap and stood. “Not cool, man. No insertions. I didn’t agree to that.” She wrapped her arms around her body.

Security grabbed both of Ball’s arms and lifted him.

“Take him to the production office.” Macabre looked at Slinky. “You can press charges if you would like.”

“Charges for a finger?” Fear shook his head.

“It’s sexual assault,” Macabre said.

Slinky shook her head. “No. I don’t want to press charges.” She cocked her head as she glared at Ball. “I’m assuming he got caught up in all the fanfare and forgot where he was.” She ran her hands up and down her arms. “I don’t think this venue is for me, though. Even if Sire Ball didn’t get eliminated tonight, I would have requested to go.”

“Understood. Sire Ball is leaving here now.” Macabre looked at Taren. “Congratulations. Your elimination has been done for you.”

Before they hauled Ball away, Slinky grabbed her necklace. “Take this piece of shit.” She pulled it, making the pearls fly all over the room. Whatever pearls remained in her hand, she threw at the man.

Taren didn’t know what to say about not having to get rid of someone. Great? Thank you? Everything happened so fast.

Macabre held Slinky’s shoulders as she looked into her eyes. “Please go to your room to take a bath and get dressed. We’ll get you to the hotel as soon as possible.” Macabre nodded toward the bedrooms.

“Go with her.” Jace nudged Sweetheart off the couch to assist Slinky.

Macabre held Taren’s hand. “Sire Ball is not the representation of all Dom and Dommes in the lifestyle. What he did was wrong. Despite this being a sensual relationship, certain things have to be agreed upon. If you don’t specifically say that it’s okay to insert something in you, then it can’t be done. Understood?”

Taren nodded.

“Good.” She turned Taren around to face the rest of the group. “I know this has been a trying day. However, I do need you to pick a winner.”

Although Taren liked everyone’s styles, she had been impressed with Jace’s style the most. It had nothing to do with him. He liked his compassionate side along with his sadistic one.

“Master. I choose Master.” When Taren made the proclamation, she noticed Lord No bowing his head and shaking it.

“Good choice.” Macabre nodded. “Of course, that means Master will not be eliminated for the next show.”

Sweetheart beamed about that.

“And as a reward, you and Master will have an intimate dinner tonight by the pool.”

“Great.” Taren plastered a smile on her face.

“Cut.” Kitty stormed into the room. “What the fuck was up with that douche bag? Hell,
I’ll
call the cops even if she doesn’t.” She started to leave the room with Macabre grabbed her arm.

“And what are you going to say? You going to tell officers of the law that you’re filming a show about people beating each other for fun? You know this is still illegal in the state of Virginia.” Macabre let Kitty go. “Go talk to Slinky. Make sure she’s really okay.”

Kitty shook her head. “I hate fucked-up dudes like that piece of shit. Vern is going to get an earful from me.” On the head of steam that propelled Kitty into the room, she disappeared just as fast.

Macabre continued directing traffic in the room. “With your permission, Dominants, the slaves can get cleaned up and start your dinners.”

All of the contestants nodded.

“Master, as the winner, you can choose what you would like for dinner,” Macabre said.

“Let me know what you would like.” Bubbles bounded up to Jace. “I love cooking.”

“Good. I need something special.” Jace peered at Taren.

Taren tried to contain her excitement. What did Jace have in mind for her? Only time would tell.

Chapter Twenty-One

“Looking good.” Fear remained reclined on his bed, flipping through a magazine, when he made the comment to Jace.

“Thanks.” Jace decided to go with a simple pair of light-colored slacks and a white button-down shirt. Thanks to Sweetheart, his outfit had been pressed to a crisp perfection.

“You look too good for dinner with a submissive.” Fear kept his attention on his magazine. “You may have had her swayed with your Mr. Nice Guy act. We all know once a sadistic bastard will always be a sadistic bastard.”

“Sadistic Bastard has already been eliminated, remember?” Jace headed to the door. He heard Sire Swift laughing at his joke.

“Have a good time.” Swift tossed a football in the air and caught it. “I would wish you luck, but that means that I’ll lose, and I never lose.”

Fear slammed his magazine closed. “I’m surrounded by delusional idiots.” He glared at Lord No. “And a mute.”

“You men have a good time in here. I have a woman waiting for me.” Jace headed out of the room.

“Don’t forget the camera crew,” Swift said behind him.

Jace didn’t worry about the cameras, especially with his new modified mask in place. In order for him to eat gracefully, Kitty asked for him to wear a cowl like some of the other contestants. He would need his mouth exposed in order to eat.

When Jace hit the dungeon on his way to the pool, he saw Sweetheart waiting for him. “What are you doing here?”

“I serve you.” She smiled but it looked forced, not like her normal cheerful self. “I’ll be bringing dinner out for you two, and do whatever you want during your meal.”