Temporary Master (10 page)

Setting
it down on the counter, she moved past him without a word, heading for her room
where she could scream into her pillow.

“You
aren’t gonna say anything to me?” Andrew followed her down the narrow hall, his
heavy tread reminiscent of the few times he and her mother had fought. He’d
done the same thing when something was bothering him and he wanted attention
from her mom.

“No.”
She entered her room and turned to shut the door, before finally focusing on
his beloved green eyes — eyes which reminded her so much of Ethan Tremaine’s.
At the moment though, she wanted nothing to do with the male side of the species,
even her exasperating father. “You’re a grown man and if you choose to drink
yourself into an early grave — well then, I suppose that’s your choice.” She
sighed. “Just tell me where you want to be buried.” Then she shut the door on
his look of horror. Never in her life had she spoken to her father that way.
She’d always been the supportive daughter, the one who was able to sooth waters
between her dad and whoever he’d managed to piss off.
But who’s going to do
it when it’s between him and me?

Kicking
her shoes off, she stripped down to her underwear, refusing to look at herself
in the mirror. She didn’t need any reminders of her time with Ethan, so even
seeing the faint rope marks on her body would trigger the memory. Grabbing her
robe, she shrugged it on after picking
  up
her
nightgown. She needed a shower, bed, and an orgasm and not particularly in that
order. Gathering up her shower supplies, she opened the door, not at all
surprised her father was gone.
Probably to watch TV, eat salted nut rolls
and drink beer.
Not wanting to chance another confrontation, she slipped
into the bathroom and locked the door.

Shedding
the robe and her undergarments, she cranked on the shower as warm as she could
handle it. Stepping under the pounding spray, she braced her hands against the
ceramic tiles and hissed as the hot water hit her back and bottom.

“Blessed
men,
can’t ever do what they’re told, let alone what’s
expected of them.” She turned to face the deluge, groaning as the water teased
her nipples. She trembled as the needlelike spray caressed them. It didn’t take
much to imagine them being Master Ethan’s fingers, or better yet his clamps.
She hadn’t commented on the row upon row of clamps she’d found neatly arranged
in the drawer above his ropes, but they’d intrigued her greatly.

Lifting
her hands to her breasts, she squeezed them as she slipped into the fantasy…

Still
bound for his pleasure, she could do little but squirm as Master Ethan stepped
back to observe his handiwork. The desire for her showed in his gaze, in the
brush of his fingers as they teased her nipples through her bra. He smirked as
they tightened further.

“They
are sensitive, aren’t they, Sabella?”

She
nodded and moaned when he lightly pinched one tip, while rubbing the other with
his thumb.

 “That’s
not an answer.”

“Yes,
Sir.”

He
gave her captured nipple a tug, before releasing it. She wanted to protest, to
beg — anything to bring his hands back to her aching flesh. But the words
didn’t have time to surface as he flicked the clasp between her breasts open,
allowing her them to tumble free. She had a moment of doubt as he stared down
at the gently sagging mounds. Large all her life, her breasts had never been
perky, just soft and pillowy.

“What
wonderful softness you have, little one.” His gaze hardened. “One I want to see
adorned with my clamps.” He turned away to get them, leaving Sabella to stand
trembling in the middle of his training room.

Squeezing
one breast, she panted and allowed her free hand to cup her mound, every nerve
taut and alive with pleasure…

He
returned with a pair of padded nipple clamps, a devious expression on his face.
“I do believe these will do nicely.” He thumbed one nipple before crouching
down to suck the other into his mouth. The suction as he tugged and curled his tongue
around the sensitive areola nearly sent her careening over the edge. Releasing
her with a pop, he scowled at her as if he knew how close to release his mouth
had sent her.
“Not yet, Sabella.
You’ll not come until
I have both of your nipples clamped. Do you understand?”

She
nodded wordlessly, her eyes drifting shut as she fought for control. The slight
sting of his palm as he lightly tapped the side of her breast had her eyes
flying open.

“That’s
not an answer, sub.”

“Yes,
Sir…I understand. I’m not to come until you’ve clamped both my nipples.” She
drew a ragged breath as the teeth of the clamp settled over her nipple…

“Ahhh…”
She squeezed her nipple, imagining the bite of the clamp, while rocking against
her other palm…

“Shhh,
relax Sabella. Breathe through the pain. You know how…” He sucked in her free
nipple, readying it for the remaining clamp.

She
begged, she pleaded with him as he tongued and nipped at it. She’d do anything
he asked. She’d suck his cock until he exploded down her throat, she’d take him
up her ass. As soon as the latter crossed her lips, he growled against her and
tugged on the dangling clamp. She squealed and squirmed against his hold.
Ripping his mouth free, he abandoned her breast, before towering over her.
Running a hand through her hair, he tightened his fist in the long strands and
yanked her head back. She whimpered as the move strained her already
over-stretched arms. His grip eased as he slanted his mouth over hers.
First nipping at her top lip, before sucking her lower lip into his
mouth.
Biting down gently on it, he distracted her. It wasn’t until his
tongue thrust inside to tangle with hers did she feel the bite of the clamp…

Screaming
into her palm, she rode her fingers as the world exploded around her, her body
bucking upwards wanting — no needing the touch, the kiss of the Dom who’d
driven her to such lengths. She sagged against the wall as her orgasm ebbed.
It’d been stronger than any she’d experienced in the past. As she trembled
under the cooling water, it brought home the idea, as
usual,
she was alone in her pleasure.

Sliding
into another Kata, Ethan tried to ignore his raging hard-on. Usually
Hojōjutsu
soothed
him, but not this time.
It’d been nearly two hours since Sabella had
left. He needed to find his focus once more before he was called down to the
club. What had he been thinking, scheduling his new submissive’s training
before a Newbie Night? There would be no relief for him either, since he never
allowed himself to play during the Friday night tradition he and Davis had
started shortly after opening the club. During these nights, he assumed not
only his role as the co-owner of New Beginnings, but also one as Dungeon
Monitor to make sure all the pretty little submissives were able to play safely.

“So
how did it go?” Davis’s voice drew him to stop. Without looking at his partner,
he walked over to the small fridge tucked behind one of the silk screens to
grab a cold bottle of water before answering him.

“She’s
a natural.
In a bit of a rush, but most definitely a
nawa
jujun.
I couldn’t ask for a better submissive for our
demonstration.”
He twisted off the cap and took several long swallows.

“That’s
all you’re going to tell me?” Davis was lounging against the wall, holding a
towel as Ethan walked back around the screen.

“What
would you like me to say? She’s definitely a sub who knows how to get me going,
but that I’m bound my word to not initiate any intimacy with her?”

Davis
shoved off the wall with a groan. “Don’t tell me you agreed to keep things
platonic between you. Do you have a death wish, buddy? You might have the whole
‘still waters run deep’ thing going on, but I know you. You want her. I swear
if I’d seen any more sparks earlier when she was here, you’d have set the whole
house on fire. How the hell could you’ve agreed to keep your hands to yourself
during training? It’d be a perfect way to seduce her.”

Ethan
shrugged. “She barely knows me, Davis. It’d be foolish on her part to allow me
such intimacies. I agree it’d be easy to seduce her during training, but it
wouldn’t be fair to her.” He remembered her nearly out of control response to
the rope. “She has to come to me before she’s half crazy with desire, before
I’ll do more than train her.”

Davis
raked his hand through his hair, a frustrated expression on his face. “I can’t
believe you. You know you have this honor thing down pat -
that
you don’t have to prove yourself to anyone?”

He
arched a brow at Davis as he took the towel from his friend, wiping the sweat
off his face. Looping it around his neck, he sighed.
“Of
course.
But honor is not something I’ll throw aside merely to slake my
lust.”

“But
why do you do this to yourself? Are you a glutton for punishment?” His friend
honestly looked confused.

Ethan
laughed, knowing that while his friend didn’t truly understand the way Ethan
had been raised, he wasn’t in any position to be lecturing Ethan about his way
of dealing with Sabella. His friend had his own cross to bear when it came to
the female of the species.
“This coming from the man who’s
been chasing the lovely Lauren for the past six months?”

Davis
scowled. “We’re not talking about Lauren here. If I had her in the same
situation you have Sabella in, you bet your ass I’d be all over her, fucking
her until she couldn’t even fathom leaving my side again, let alone look at
another Dom.”

Shaking
his head, he chuckled at Davis’s crass response. “You know with that attitude I
almost hope you never get your hands on her.”

Davis’s
hands went to his hips. “And what exactly do you mean, Tremaine?”

“You
think sex is the cure all for everything, and it’s amusing to see her leading
you a merry chase. I’d like to think we’re mature enough to realize our dicks
don’t have the answer for everything.” He turned to leave the room, and just as
he passed the door he heard Davis protest.

“But
sex sure is nice, Ethan! Remember that when you’re jacking off tonight!”

Ethan
sobered as he made his way down the hall. He hadn’t jacked off in years,
preferring to abstain from sex and save his pleasure for his submissive. But
tonight he had a feeling he just might be breaking his own rules.

* * * *

Davis
wanted to hit something. His plan with Lauren to throw their contrary friends
together had panned out beautifully. Especially after Ethan had done
  his
‘temporary Dom’ thing and released Sheila. He
hadn’t been sure at first when Lauren had told him she knew the perfect sub to
change Ethan’s mind about having a permanent submissive. One who would
compliment his partner not only on his desire for bondage, but also on a
personal
level.
After meeting Sabella, he couldn’t
have agreed more. Not that he hadn’t been pissed when he’d found out Lauren had
used the ruse of a date to get him to meet her friend. There was no falsehood
in his desire for her. He was just going to have to wait a bit longer until his
trap was in place. Once it was, however - Lauren’s days of running were over.

But
at the moment, he had to figure out how to fix the situation Ethan had managed
to land himself in. He couldn’t believe his partner had been foolish enough to
allow the curvaceous Sabella to place stipulations on their time together. As a
Dom, he’d never have allowed Lauren to do that, but then again he was a
dominating ass when he wanted something. At times he just didn’t understand his
friend of twenty years.

Moving
out of the practice room, he headed towards his wing of the house he shared
with Ethan. Not only did he need to get himself ready for the night’s
entertainment, he needed to call Lauren. She would be able to talk some sense
into her friend, or at least figure out why the girl had put such limitations
on Ethan. He hadn’t lied when he’d told Ethan he could see the sparks flying
between him and Sabella. All one had to do was see the two of them together to
know how perfect they would be for each other.

Entering
his bedroom, he grabbed his cell, dialing a number he knew by heart. “Lauren.
We gotta talk.”

* * * *

Standing
under the cold pounding spray, Ethan willed his erection to subside but the
damned thing refused. No matter how cold he’d adjusted the water, his damn cock
refused to soften. Even during his days as hormonal teen, his dick hadn’t been
this rampant. He didn’t know if it was because of his lack of a true
nawa
jujun
since his wife’s death, or something specific to Sabella, but his
body hungered in a way he wasn’t sure how to cope with. Mediation hadn’t worked
nor had his hour of running through Katas.
Obviously cold showers aren’t
going to work either.
He wanted to roar in frustration, but more than that,
he wanted Sabella here with him. On her knees in the shower taking care of the
erection she’d caused…