Anticipation (4 page)

He pulled up a stool and sat in front of her
pussy, admiring how it glistened. He scooted closer to her and
clamped His mouth on her clit, sucking hard on it. His tongue
flicked on it, causing it to bounce. Whitney panted and breathed
hard, hoping to stave off another orgasm so quickly but her body
betrayed her and she buckled against Scott’s hot mouth.

“Shh…” Scott pulled back and placed a palm
against Whitney’s sex as her body calmed down. “…shh…” He waited
until her breathing sated and her body stilled. He then unzipped
himself and freed His hardened cock. He sheathed a condom on before
plunging deep inside, stretching and filling Whitney completely. He
stilled for a moment, letting her adjust to His size before He
continued with even strokes. As Scott thrust harder and quicker
inside her, Nick adjusted the controls on the plug, increasing the
pulsating sensation.

****

Whitney was having an out-of-body
experience. Her body uncontrollably shook and her toes curled up.
She whimpered and moaned as her body fought against the straps
against her. It was torture. Pure, exquisite, and beautiful
torture.

Her body suddenly coiled up and froze. The
second orgasm held her back from a full release and she tensed up.
She was allowed to let her body be free and enjoy whatever was
going to happen to her but her mind wouldn’t let her.

Scott continued to thrust inside her and
watched her reaction. “Clit.” He instructed to Nick.

Nick turned on a vibrator and placed it on
Whitney’s swollen clit while Scott moved faster inside her. The
sensations on her clit combined with the ones in her ass were too
much for Whitney to bear. She uncoiled into an explosive and hard
orgasm, crying out to the heavens as her body buckled against the
straps, and uncontrollably shook.

Her pussy clamped down on Scott’s cock,
milking Him and driving Him to His own release. He stilled His body
and let the orgasm course through Him, while He gauged Whitney’s
reaction. He stayed inside her until her body calmed down and He
finally removed himself and cleaned off.

Nick removed the butt plug and turned off
the device. “Ladies and gentlemen, this concludes our demonstration
on medical play. Please give Whitney a hand for being such a great
sport.” Everyone clapped and cheered for her while Scott removed
the straps and picked up Whitney’s limp body and carried her out of
the room. “Thank you and enjoy the rest of your night.” He then
left and followed Scott out of the room.

****

Krista blanched. She was truly astounded by
what she saw. Her panties were damp with
want
and body was
aflame with
need
. She knew, more than ever, what she wanted
now. She wanted to be dominated and by not only Saint Nick but also
Master Scott.

Now she needed to convince them both.

Six

“So what did you think?” Ashley asked Krista
as they walked down the corridor back to the lobby area of the
Dungeon. “Pretty nifty, huh?”

Nifty? Krista blinked at Ashley and wondered
if they both saw the same demonstration. What Krista saw was
incredibly hot and above and beyond any porn fantasies she’d ever
had. What Ashley had seen was…nifty?

It then occurred to Krista that Ashley had
probably seen more than a dozen medical demonstrations before,
granted not one with Saint Nick and Master Scott combined. Though
there was something about Saint Nick that was awfully familiar to
Krista. She just couldn’t put her finger on it. “Yeah, it was
amazingly hot.”

“That’s Saint Nick and Master Scott in a
nutshell,” Erica commented. “They’re the best of the best.”

“Would you like to meet them?” Ashley asked.
“They should be available in a short while. They’re both attending
to Whitney now and helping her come down from
subspace
.”

“Subspace?” Krista asked. “Where’s
that?”

Erica laughed. “It’s not a place,
honey.”

“Though it feels like it.” Ashley swooned.
“It’s the best feeling in the world.”

“It’s the scariest feeling in the world as
well,” Erica replied and turned to Krista. “Your Master takes you
to a place mentally that can’t be described other than it’s
surreal. You don’t know where you are, how you got there…hell, if
He’s really good, you don’t even know your name or what you look
like.”

Krista gulped. BDSM sounded fun when she
read about it in various erotic romances but it was starting to
scare the hell out of her when it was in front of her face in real
life. “Does everyone go to
subspace
?”

“It really depends on your Master and how
comfortable you are with Him.” Ashley explained. “Some Doms don’t
do it while others do. You set the limits for Him and He just
facilitates, that’s all.”

“So have both of you been to
subspace
?” Krista asked.

“Yep,” Erica nodded, “again, it’s like a
splurge. You don’t do it all the time but when you do it,
though…”

“You’re sprung like a mother!” Ashley
laughed.

“Wow,” Krista muttered underneath her
breath. She quickly went from being scared to back to being
intrigued. Still, she didn’t want just any Dom taking her to
subspace. Even though she had read and dabbled very little into
BDSM, she was still as green as they come when it came to
experiencing it for herself.

She started second-thinking about BDSM. Was
she really into it like everyone else at The Dungeon? It seemed
everyone was 24/7 or some full-time variation and Krista couldn’t
fit in with that. She did think she was more than the occasional
hair-pulling and ass-slapping but she wasn’t sure if submitting to
anyone was something she wanted to do.

“You look confused,” a male’s voice
whispered in her ear.

Krista turned around and was met by a pair
of sparkling green eyes. His dark hair was wavy, and dared she
thought,
wispy¸
by the overhead fan. She lightly inhaled and
was blessed by a scent of musk, earth, and just plain
man
.

It was Master Scott.

“H-h-hi,” Krista stammered and she held out
a shaky hand, which Scott promptly kissed it and lightly caressed
it. Krista thought she was about to faint.

“Don’t be nervous, my dear,” his words
dripped from his voice like honey on a warm biscuit, “I won’t bite
unless you’re into that type of thing.”

“H-h-huh?” Her voice was several octaves
higher.

“Hello, Master Scott,” Erica kissed His lips
and Krista’s eyes widened as she saw how friendly that kiss really
was. She could’ve sworn she saw a little tongue action. Erica
pulled away and introduced the pair. “Master Scott, this is Krista.
She’s new to the Lifestyle and is trying to see if being a
submissive works for her.”

“Oh really?” Scott’s green eyes gleamed at
Krista and she immediately blushed. “Do you have any
questions?”

Krista’s throat became cottony dry. His gaze
was intense, yet comforting. She had a ton of questions and it
didn’t seem like there was enough time in the world to ask Him
everything she’d wanted to. “I don’t know where to begin.”

“Allow me?” He held out His hand to her.

Krista briefly looked at Erica and Ashley,
who emphatically nodded she should take His hand. Krista swallowed
her emotions and grabbed Master Scott’s hand. His hand was soft yet
He had a firm grip on hers, as if He secretly claimed her that
night.

Maybe He did.

“Please send a bottle to Room 7.” Scott said
to the bartender on their way.

“You got it, Master Scott.” The bartender
nodded.

Scott led them upstairs to a private corner
bedroom. It was dark with lighted candelabras on the walls and deep
hues like mahogany, burgundy, and wine. A four-post bed was front
and center and a long dresser stood across from it. At the foot of
the bed, was a chaise lounge. There were several ceiling-to-floor
length mirrors on each wall, for what Krista assumed, a bird’s eye
view for each position.

“Make yourself comfortable,” Scott walked
over a stereo and began flipping through the stations before
landing on one that played Quiet Storm R&B.

Krista removed her light sweater and sat at
a far corner in the room, taking it all in. Was she supposed to
approach him first? Was He? What did He want to be called?

When Scott turned around, He merely smiled.
“You can come closer if you want. But if you prefer to stay there
in the dark, that’s fine, too.”

Krista blushed at her naiveté. She briefly
licked her lips and walked over to Scott, who was sitting on the
chaise lounge. She sat at a comfortable distance to Him – not right
next to Him, but not far apart. Close enough where if He wanted to
kiss her, she wouldn’t fight it. “That’s better,” He purred.

“So, what do I call You?” She asked. “I know
I can’t call you just Scott, but I’m not quite comfortable with the
Master
part.”

“Sir,” He instructed, “it takes the away the
provocativeness of someone calling Me Master if they’re not ready
for it.”

“Got it,” Krista nodded before she hastily
added, “Sir.”

Scott smiled. Krista was warm and
refreshing. She reminded him a little of Mariana back home. “So
what brings you to the Dungeon?”

“I’ve read about BDSM because that’s the hot
thing right now and I decided to explore.” Krista regretted her
words when she saw the small frown in his eyes. Maybe BDSM was a
hot thing
to her, but for Scott, it was clearly a way of
life.

She cleared her throat and revised her
previous statement. “There are some parts of it that I like and
some parts I’m unsure of.”

“It comes in layers,
pet
.” Scott
explained, leaning back on the chaise lounge and crossing his feet.
His swagger made Him undeniably attractive and Krista felt
compelled to do anything He would’ve asked her, though He hadn’t
made a single request. “It’s a wide spectrum and not a one size
fits all. Anyone who tells you otherwise is full of it.”

“I think I’m into kink but not necessarily
BDSM as a whole,” Krista figured out, “is that normal?”

“Very,” He answered and a knock on the door
signaled the champagne had arrived. The server was an Asian
submissive whose body was tied up in the
karada
method.
While Scott and the submissive made light conversation, Krista’s
eyes were glued on the intricate rope masterpiece. She wanted to
reach out and touch it but knew better. “For you, Master,” The
Asian beauty smiled and bowed at His feet.

“Thank you,
sani
.” Scott petted her
hair. “BDSM isn’t for everyone,” Scott began after the submissive
left and he gave Krista a glass of champagne. “Some figure out very
quickly it’s not for them. Some realize they like certain parts but
not all. Some find their lifelong calling. Some just wanted some
kinky sex and that’s it.” He clinked glasses with her.
“Cheers.”

“Cheers.” Krista took a swallow of the
champagne. It was fruity with notes of peach and raspberry and
quite crisp. She knew it was fancy based on how it tasted. She was
so used to the cheap-ass moscato she would get at the local liquor
store, she didn’t realize her palate desired more sophisticated
tastes.

“You didn’t come in here to inquire more
about the Lifestyle, Krista.” Scott interrupted her thoughts, “you
came here tonight for a very specific reason. Do tell.”

It was almost as if He’d read her mind. The
thought made Krista both curious and uneasy. “I thought I wanted to
find a Dom, and then I decided I wanted two. But I’m not too sure
about the other part of BDSM – the submitting and serving. I don’t
know if I can take orders from someone barking at me,” Scott raised
an eyebrow and Krista quickly retracted, “I mean, not saying that
you
bark orders but…”

Scott held up a hand. “I know what you
meant. But true Doms don’t bark orders at anyone. We give direction
and guidance. Even those in a
Master/slave
dynamic can tell
you the same. They don’t
bark orders
to their slaves.”

“Wait a minute…” Krista’s mind was spinning.
“…there’s a Master/slave dynamic and a Dominant/submissive
one?”

“See?” Scott smiled, flashing perfectly
white teeth. “There’s more to BDSM than just what you read in your
romance novels.”

Krista felt no bigger than the tip of her
pinky finger. All of the romance novels she’d been reading for the
past year or so led her to believe one thing when there was so much
more. “You must think I’m a fool.”

“I think you’re brave, beautiful, and
courageous,” He added, “and quite delicious in your outfit.”

Krista’s eyes widened and she took another
gulp of her champagne.
Delicious.
The way he’d said it with
his Southern accent, the word rolled off his tongue. She could hear
him talk all night long, specifically whispering dirty nothings in
her ear as He was on top of her.

She felt silly that she finished the glass
and Scott quickly filled her up with another one. “I’ll see you’ll
get home safely. You’re not driving tonight.”

“Yes, Sir.” Krista carefully sipped her
glass. A smile crept on her lips. She liked calling Him Sir.

“You never did tell me why you’re here
tonight. You mentioned you wanted two Doms but you don’t want to
submit to anyone…” He paused and took a sip of champagne. “…in the
traditional sense.”

Krista glanced over at Scott and saw the
smile in His eyes. He already knew what she wanted and was merely
waiting for her to just ask. Swallowing another gulp of liquid
courage, she decided to let it all out. “I want to be sexually
dominated by two Doms.”

“Specifically…?”

“You and Saint Nick,” Krista let out a deep
breath, feeling that she just confessed her sins to the highest
bidder.

It wasn’t a request Scott had never heard
before. He and Nick had been accosted more than a few times and had
even taken a lucky few on their requests. They’ve also made it very
clear to all of the submissives that they weren’t for sale and not
available for everyone. While Scott was a bit more liberal with his
choice of partners, Nick was very selective and quite content with
Stacey and Whitney.