All He Desires: The Complete Series (12 page)

I lowered my voice as a woman dressed in leather walked by. "Yes, Master."

"I'll be back in a minute."

I pressed my back against the wall and bowed my head. The music from the main room was just as loud as before. My heart beat in sync with the electronic atmosphere as another couple walked toward me.

Watching them from under my lashes, this sub was led by a shirtless Dom. He had a strong hold on her wrist, but most of her body was bare. Aside from a dark thong, collar and a ball gag, she was completely naked.

I averted my gaze before either of them could call me out for staring. But that didn't help the fact of what I'd already seen.
Leather.
The Doms I saw wore it like it was a second skin to them. And perhaps it was, but I couldn't even begin to imagine how uncomfortable a suit like that must've been. I was almost thankful I was the sub and not a Domme like the one I'd seen earlier.

I'll take naked over being pinched by leather any day.
My mind drifted then, to Jake's challenge for a mask that could fit in a scene such as this. I could definitely see the leather being a big part of it, but the rope would probably take me a little more time.

I was starting to wonder if the Doms in leather ever had to get cut out of their suits when the door to the locker room opened.

"All set?" Jake asked, placing a hand on my shoulder.

I nodded, but said nothing else.

Knowing his rigid posture was more for show than to intimidate me, I walked behind him, mindful of how much space I left between us.

"You'll walk no more than three paces behind me,"
he'd said.
"Do this, as I'd rather not lead you with a leash."

When I asked if this was what most Doms did, he told me it was more for him to keep up appearances than anything else. Even though I was a new sub, he still had a reputation to keep, and far as I could understand, it was a pretty big deal. So, I did my best to keep no more than three steps behind him while walking with my eyes fixed on the floor.

"You can look," Jake said, leaning in so only I could hear. "Just try not to stare."

I nodded my understanding and cautiously lifted my gaze. Couples in leather, revealing outfits and close to nothing at all were sitting, standing or leaning against the walls surrounding the room. Large groups clustered in corners, similar to how teens seemed to congregate in the halls back in high school.

But the longer I watched one group, the more I realized that they weren't talking—they were watching something.
Someone.
I looked at Jake, hoping he had a reasonable explanation for bringing me here. Compared to everyone else, we were way overdressed, even if the only one who seemed to notice was me.

Jake looked over the crowd I'd been watching to whatever was hidden behind them. "Want to check out one of the stations?"

"Yes, Master," came my reply. I wanted to say more, but here in
The Limelight,
it wasn't my place to ask questions.
You can ask him later, when you're far away from here.

Carefully wading through the crowd as a few couples moved on to something else, Jake guided me to the center of the group. He placed a hand on my shoulder, gesturing for me to stand in front of him, which I did without hesitation.

"You may watch, but remember what I said about lifting your nose at things you don't like. You're not allowed to ask questions. Just watch." He nodded to the couple before us, a couple I soon recognized as Master Devlin and Marisa.

Master Devlin had her folded over the back of a chair that appeared to be bolted to the floor. But unlike the last time I'd seen them on stage, Marisa wasn't bound. She didn't move, either.

I shrunk against Jake when I noticed the flogger in Devlin's hand. He was in the process of whispering something in Marisa's ear when I noted the knots tied to the tails of the flogger. My vision then drifted to Marisa's very pink ass.

I shifted my weight, thinking of the little pink my shoulders had been after my session back in Jake's dungeon.

"He's going to flog her nice and hard," Jake whispered in my ear. "And she's going to take it like a good sub. But don't let her posture fool you. That flogger is nothing like the one I used on you. The leather is harder, and the knots..." He released a hiss of air. "A sting from those is even worse than the initial bite."

I bit my bottom lip to keep from moaning. Devlin's flogger should've worried me. I probably should've been uncomfortable, but I wasn't. In fact, I started to wonder if Jake had a flogger just like it at home. And if so, if he'd ever use it on me.
Subfrenzy.
I was still too new.
These things take time.

"Your back isn't tough enough yet,"
he'd said when I asked him why my skin was only a little pink instead of something darker. Brighter.

We'd only been training for a week, possibly a little more if one were to include our first night together. But even as I watched Marisa arching her back, waiting for Devlin's strikes, I couldn't help feeling a little jealous.

My eyes widened when he pulled back on her hair. It looked like it should've hurt, but the only sound I heard was a very faint moan coming from her lips.

"Her mind isn't here," Jake explained, trailing his fingertips down the side of my neck. "Subspace. See her eyes?"

It took me a moment to see what he was talking about, but once I did, my breath caught. Marisa had the most serene look on her face. And her eyes were just as Jake had described. Glazed. Distant. She was looking right at me—
through
me.

"I've seen that look on you before," Jake continued, teasing my nipples through the corset. "Your eyes got like that when I first showed you the guest house, and again tonight when I came out of the locker room. It's when you're awake, but dreaming at the same time. Subspace is pretty similar. When a sub reaches subspace, she goes to her own, private place. The only difference between that and the way you get when you daydream is the fact that she isn't thinking. Her mind works like an overcharged battery, converting pain into pleasure."

I shivered when Devlin dragged the tails of the flogger down Marisa's back. I'd been in her position before and could almost feel the tails on my ribs. Master Devlin lifted the tails away from her body before bringing them back down again, right onto one of her shoulders.

Marisa flinched. I did as well. Jake squeezed my shoulder, and I started to relax. That is, until Devlin brought the flogger back down again. I knew he wasn't causing her any pain. Her body jumped, but as soon as it did, she relaxed. She was reacting to the impact, not the sting. Just as I had done with Jake. 

"If only you knew what I was thinking just now," Jake mused aloud, moving his hand down to the top of my skirt. "If Master Devlin wasn't using this station, I'd flog you myself." His hand teased my clit through the thin layers of fabric. "You looked amazing hanging on the cross, you know that?"

I sucked on my bottom lip, whimpering when he took the hem of my skirt in one hand so he could finger me with the other. Leaning into him, I was vaguely aware of the fact that my pussy was out in plain sight—uncovered for everyone to see. But when Jake teased my clit and moved my thong out of the way, I didn't care.

My knees shook, and he lifted one of my legs.

"You know, we could visit one of the playrooms, but I don't think we'd make it that far, don't you agree?"

I trembled.

"Don't worry, we'll get to play. I wanted you to know that. To see how patient you can be. This is your first test. Both in public and as a real sub. You know the rules now. You understand them. You also have a place to stay should you need one, but know that what you see here tonight is only the beginning. I have a lot more planned for you, if you're willing to learn, but it will take time. Dedication. Do you understand?" He pressed his cock against me.

"Yes, Master."

"You're not to make a sound, understand?" he growled, his shoulder moving up and down as he slipped a finger inside. "Not. A. Sound."

I ground my teeth and closed my eyes. With Jake's support, I rocked my hips, swallowing when a moan threatened to push past my lips. The crack of the flogger hitting Marisa's back made Jake's orders even harder to follow.

She released the most delicious sigh before the flogger hit her again, and slowly, I was losing it just as much as she was. Her moans gradually turned into whimpers, a crescendo that reached its peak when she let loose a bliss filled cry.

"Ahhhhh," Marisa screamed, forcing my eyes open by the sheer amount of energy that was behind it.

Tears pricked at the backs of my eyes as the first tremors of an orgasm shot through me. Holding it back was hard enough. Not being able to cry out the way Marisa had was torture.

"Are you watching?" Jake asked, his voice purring against my ear. "I bet she's just as wet as you are. Keep watching. And remember. Not a word."

I reached for his arm, for something to hold on to as much for balance as a way to release some of my building tension. I let my nails dig into Jake's arm. I didn't care if it hurt, and if his quickening strokes over my G-spot were any indication, neither did he.

He nipped behind my ear, adding a second finger to the first before sliding both into my pussy again. Concentrating on my building orgasm as much as I could, I almost lost it when Master Devlin tore open a condom wrapper, sheathing himself before thrusting into Marisa.

Struggling to stay alert, I tried to look at something else. Someone else. Anything. Just so long as I wasn't thinking about what Jake was doing with his fingers. His palm on my clit. His teeth on my neck. 

By now, some of the other couples were busy in their own byplay, just as Jake and I were with ours. I tried to watch them—to watch Devlin and Marisa—but the way Jake stroked me was too much.

I let my head fall back against his chest. Looked up at him, silently begging for some form of release. He winced when I clawed at his arm, and his eyes darkened. Before he could say anything, I removed my hand from around his arm, leaving my nails to dig into my palms instead.

"Let's go find a room," Jake murmured, making sure he teased my clit a little more before withdrawing his fingers and lowering my other foot to the ground. "Think you can walk?" He let go of my skirt and placed a hand at the small of my back. "See that door over there? Walk toward it—that's our room."

My knees threatened to buckle with every step, but somehow we got there, and as promised, the room was all ours. Much like the room he'd had me wait in when I first came to
The Limelight,
this one had all the essentials. A sofa, cuffs, toys, lube, condoms—anything he needed, we could probably find it here or in one of the tables.

Releasing me as soon as we were inside the room, Jake loosened his tie and sank onto the sofa. I wasn't far behind him, kneeling at his feet. Even though we were in a private room, I knew better than to sit beside him. We were still in D/s mode, and until he said otherwise, I was expected to submit.

And I did, without hesitation. My clit throbbed with aftershocks from an orgasm I had yet to reach, and it took every ounce of self-control not to beg Jake for release or to just finish off myself. I didn't have his permission. I'd offered up my control to him, so it was there, on the floor beside his feet, I waited.

Jake lazily unzipped his slacks and drew them away from his thick cock. Without saying a word, he wrapped my hair around his hand and guided me up to him, kissing me on the lips. When he broke the kiss, he directed me back down between his legs, and that's where I stayed.

"You want to taste me, don't you?" he asked, his hand still resting on my scalp. 

My mouth watered. "Yes, Master. Very much so."

"And what would you say if I got dressed and we left for the evening?"

Without finishing?
"Nothing, Master."

"So, if I ask you to fuck me with your mouth until I'm spent without doing the same for you in return, you would obey?"

I wanted to cry. Getting teased I could handle, but not being allowed to come? At all?
How can he even threaten me with something like that?

"Kira, answer me. If we leave here and go home to bed and I don't let you finish, would you obey?"

He's testing your patience, remember?
I figured it was just while we were out on the floor. "I..." I swallowed and refused to look at him. "I would do whatever pleases you, Master."

His hold on me loosened. "Oh, but this does." Jake stroked his cock in front of me, closing his eyes as his head fell back. "Suck me."

Setting my hands on his legs for balance, I took him in my mouth, squirming when a soft groan passed over his tongue. Once I was sure my lips were wet enough, I used long, fluid strokes around his cock. He thrust up at me with his hips, pushing down on my head with his hand.

With his guidance, I went up when he allowed it, and down when he asked me to. At one point, he let me take over, and I picked up my own, quick rhythm. Tracing the underside of his cock with my tongue, I breathed him in. I loved the way he smelled. Natural. And like a drug, his scent and every moan out of his mouth urged me to take him deeper. Faster.

He pressed a hand against the side of my neck, the sudden contact causing my clit to throb. His hand moved to the back of my neck, and the next time I went down on him, he pushed me down a little farther, challenging my gag reflex and my right to breathe.

He let me come back up less than a second later before doing it again. Each time I was deprived of air, a bolt of electricity surged over my clit. I moaned around him, which in turn only encouraged him to do it again.

Light-headed, I applied  more pressure with my lips. Jake barely moved as his back arched away from the sofa. Straightened. Arched again. The hand on the back of my neck twitched, and as his breath caught, the first drops of semen hit against my tongue.

He didn't make a sound then, likely holding his breath as he slowly unraveled from the inside out. With every desperate thrust, I devoured as much of him as I could, savoring the salty semen that managed to spray across my tongue.