BREAKAWAY (The Dartmouth Cobras) (43 page)

"Which makes it weird."

"Not really. Chicklet's cool. She sees him like her boss in a way since she's a DM at his club. I don't think she'd let you in there, but since none of this will be happening at the club, she's looking at you as another toy she gets to play with." Laura licked her bottom lip and drew in a sharp inhale. "Are you okay with that?"

"I think so." Jami swallowed and turned in a slow circle, taking in the mannequins on platforms dressed in latex and leather, the racks displaying more kinky toys than she had names for. The wall dedicated to whips and floggers and crops. The place was brightly lit, immaculate, no different really than any other store. But the low drone of pulsing, erotic music, the atmosphere, made it impossible to forget why she was here.

There weren't a lot of people around, but those who were seemed comfortable in their surroundings. An older couple, mid-sixties at her best guess, huddled over a glass display case which she knew held fancy nipple clamps and funky body jewelry. Two men were inspecting cock cages. The bigger one flushed as the other held a small steal and leather cage close to his crotch as though he was sizing it.

Jami's eyes widened when he cupped his lover's package right there, massaging him through his pants as he whispered and changed the cage for a slightly bigger one.

 
"If either of them was interested in women, I'd have you go over and offer to help." Chicklet's warm breath teased the hairs at the nape of Jami's neck, making her shiver. She laughed and lightly chewed on her gum. Her lips brushed Jami's earlobe. "It's your lucky day, slut. Your Master's decided you need some attention. And I'm going to make sure you get it."

Oh fuck.
Jami laced her fingers together in front of her and tried to figure out how Sebastian would want her to react. Would it bother him that her blood was already surging low, that she was more turned on than embarrassed at Chicklet's words?

No. This is why you're here.
Her face heated as she peeked up at Chicklet. "He told me to show you the same respect I'd show him."

"That's a very good idea, little girl." Chicklet shot dismissively over her shoulder as she went over to a rack full of long dresses, all different colors and lengths. She waved Jami over and thrust one at her. "Go try this on."

In the changing room, Jami hung the dress on a hook and leaned against the wall. The reflection in huge mirror at the back of the stall was all bright eyes and blotchy cheeks. Her heart thumped hard and fast against her ribcage. Her hands shook as she held them up.

Get a grip. You're just putting on a dress.

But the black dress was all sheer mesh, with only two narrow strips for modesty. Walking around the store in the maid costume had been bad enough.

"No bra. No panties—not like I should have to point that out," Chicklet said, sounding bored.

Jami pressed her eyes shut as moisture gathered on her lashes and between her thighs.
Damn it!

Her reactions scared her. She needed to be brave and make Sebastian proud. But she wanted to run home and hide.

A buzz in her pocket made her jump. She fished her phone out and her knees went weak, dropping her onto the short shelf-like bench. Answering, she hiccupped, then laughed. "Hey, you! Checking up on me?"

"I am, mi cielo," Sebastian said. "Chicklet sent me a text. She does not seem confident that you will use your
safeword
if you need it."

"Why would I need a
safeword
for shopping?"

"I would be very surprised if your 'shopping' has not already overwhelmed you a little, Jami. You are learning your limits—feel free to speak up if you are uncertain about anything. Chicklet will push you, I have asked her too. But only you will know if it has gone too far. I'd rather avoid her guessing."

"I guess . . . I guess I'm a little worried about how far it will go."

"My limits have been outlined clearly. Nothing physically sexual other than by your own hands."

"My own—"

"Does that bother you, gatita?" Sebastian's voice came low through the phone, almost a purr, closer to a growl. "As I rest before the game, I will be touching myself, thinking of you, picturing how you will tease yourself to the brink. How tears of frustration will fill your eyes because you must stop before you climax. That edge will linger, sharpen, all night long."

Jami held the phone to her ear with both hands. "I think you are going to drive me completely insane."

Sebastian chuckled. "Perhaps. But we will share the insanity. It will be pure torture to see others play with you while I ache to have you. It will be a challenge to focus on the game with my dick hard and my mind on your sweet, wet cunt."

She melted a little more with each word. The phone slipped in her damp palm. "So you won't . . . ." She licked her lips. "But you're the Dom. You can do whatever you want."

"This is true," Sebastian said, his tone turning husky. "And what I want is to wait for you."

After hanging up, Jami moved as though in a dream, but no dream had every made her so aware of her own skin. She slipped out of her clothes and into the dress. Her fingers hesitated over the changing room lock, but then her lips curved. Sebastian was making her do this to get her all worked up. She wouldn't deny either of them the experience. When she told him what had happened, she wanted it to be more than anything he could have imagined.

"Very nice, girl." Chicklet circled her, adjusting the straps of the dress, smoothing her hands down Jami's side. "Kneel."

Jami dropped to her knees and winced as they struck the grey tiled floor.

Chicklet shook her head. "Laura, show her how it's done."

Laura lowered gracefully, kneeling with her thighs spread. She didn't seem to notice the old couple who'd stopped at the end of the changing rooms to watch.

"That's my pretty kitten." Chicklet's tone changed as she stood over Laura, admiring her with a tenderness in her eyes that made Jami's chest ache for some of the same. She needed Sebastian to look at her just like that. Chicklet caught her sigh and smiled. "Laura and I have been together for years. She needs to please me and I've taught her how. Tyler is more like you. He tries, he wants to do it right, quick, and he's hard on himself when he makes mistakes. But the most important lesson he has to learn is the effort is what counts. As long as I know he's trying to please me, I'm happy."

"I'm trying." Jami scowled at the floor. Maybe she wasn't trying hard enough.

"I know you are, sweetie. Otherwise Seb wouldn't bother with you, and neither would I." Chicklet patted her cheek. "Copy Laura. Think of it as using your poise to show your Dom exactly how much he means to you. Every gesture, every word, is a display of your submission. His entire focus is on you, is on fulfilling your every need. Yours should be on fulfilling his."

Jami's muscles relaxed and the bottom of the dress hiked up to her hips as she parted her thighs. She rested her hands, palm up, above her knees, mimicking Laura.

"Lovely." Chicklet's approval covered Jami with a warm glow, like the springtime sun chasing away the last winter chill. "Now stand, slowly. Be conscious of every movement. The more aware you are, the more you feel. And that's the point."

Jami rose to her feet with all the elegance she'd show following a dance routine. Not perfect, but decent. She knew she could improve—
would
improve—by the time she did this for Sebastian.

"The dress is damn sexy, Sebastian will want it for you, but let's try a few more."

In and out of the changing room, a different outfit every time, Jami sank deeper and deeper into the mentality of not being just a girl trying on clothes, but a woman who had a man who would do anything for her, and this display was nothing but an effort to give him a little of that in return. When Chicklet joined her in the changing room to lock a chastity belt, Jami stood still and held her breath as each lock
snicked
shut.

"Five locks. Perfect." Chicklet touched her cheek and smiled. "I'll be working hard to win the keys to them all tonight. You're too precious."

The belt was unlocked and set aside. Chicklet called both Jami and Laura out to the changing room hall to kneel in front of her. They both wore dull grey slave dresses and nothing else. Jami couldn't stop fidgeting with the ragged hem that barely covered the top of her thighs even standing. Her jaw nearly hit the floor when she turned her focus from her dress to Chicklet.

In her hands were two vibrating eggs with strings on the end and . . . remotes controls?

"I'll be controlling these neat little toys—they've got more of a kick than any we've tried before, don't they, kitten?" Chicklet grinned when Laura nodded and blushed. "We're all going to the game to support our men." She turned to address Jami's curious gaze. "Tyler wants to go, and Sloan is like a brother to me. I think they'll both need support since they've got to sit out one of the most important games this season. And maybe some prayers that the goddamn team doesn't prove they can't make it without them."

Sloan was like a brother to Jami too. And she wanted to support him.

"The team will miss them, but with Sebastian and L—" Jami bit her tongue and scowled. "They've got plenty of awesome players. We'll all be cheering them on. But what's the point of chastity belts and . . .
those?
"

"My job is to get you warmed up for the party." Chicklet pushed the button on one remote. It vibrated softly, much like a cell phone. A few more presses had it sounding more like the blender Jami used to make her Strawberry Daiquiris. There was an evil, knowing glint in Chicklet's eyes as she shut it off. "And keep you simmering."

 
Murder by humiliation. Jami gulped, stared, and shook her head. "But Sloan—"

"Will appreciate your support. Don't let the moody bastard intimidate you."

Might be hard if I can't look him in the eye because of all that buzzing.

"How about we get started."

Chicklet pressed a pink egg into Jami's palm, and a purple one into Laura's. Laura didn't hesitate. She stayed in position, with one hand between her thighs holding the egg against her clit. Her hips trembled slightly as she rocked them forward.

Her lips parted as the vibrations revved up. "M-mistress."

"A little more, Laura, you can do it, baby."

Laura nodded, panted, and seemed to regain control of her body.

"How wet are you, kitten?" Chicklet whispered as she petted Laura's hair. "Wet enough to slide it in easy?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Good. Go ahead and I'll lock you up tight."

Jami watched them for a bit, entranced by how they could be so blatantly sexual and tender all at once. Even when Chicklet was being wicked, there was something more behind it. Laura worshiped her. And she treasured Laura.

I want to wait for you.

Damn it, Sebastian's words meant so much more suddenly. He would have waited, even from the beginning. She had rushed things, but it hadn't changed his opinion of her. Rather than judge her weird ways, he was doing everything he could to explore them with her.

Which made this about the two of them, even though he wasn't here.

"All right, cutie, your turn." Chicklet looked up as she finished locking Laura up tight. "And I suggest you don't forget 'red' and 'yellow' are vital parts of your vocabulary."

"I won't." Jami held her breath as she brought the egg close to her slick folds. The lowest setting made her gasp as it touched her clit. Delicate tendrils of pleasure unfurled and she shifted slightly, adding more pressure. The vibrations intensified and she jumped at the sound. A breathless moan escaped her lips.

"I didn't know you'd added a peepshow, Devon." One of the gay lovers grinned at her as he drew the other man along with him into the short hall. "Will you be adding some variety? They're sweet, but not really my thing."

"As if you don't play with your boy here, Pat," Devon said, joining them. "There are perks to knowing the owner's sister." She gave Jami a lustful look, then glanced over at Chicklet. "Is she yours? I didn't think Laura was cool with you taking on another muffin."

"No, she's not mine." Chicklet frowned at Jami and mouthed something.

'Red?'

Jami shook her head and pressed her eyes shut to block out all the people watching. Her cheek blazed, but moisture slicked her fingers as she stroked the egg up and down, spreading the vibrations so they travelled deep, deep inside. She pictured Sebastian as she let the egg slip past her entrance, imagined telling him, as dramatically as possible, about this little scene. And she saw him smiling as he kissed her, as he demanded even more details. As he pulled her under his body and filled her as the egg was, only so much more.

Her core rippled around the egg. The vibrations stopped.

"I'm going to have to take it easy on you, kid." Chicklet helped her stand, then backed her into the stall to put on the chastity belt. "You took off for a bit, didn't you?"

"Yeah, I was with mi Rey." Jami smiled at Chicklet, feeling nice and fuzzy and not the least worried about the egg or anything else. "He's going to be proud of me."

"Yes, he certainly will." Chicklet eased her onto the bench and shook her head. "He knows just what makes you tick, doesn't he? You in a good place,
hon
?"

"
Mmmhmm
." Jami's eyes drifted shut. She could feel Sebastian's presence all around her. And someone else. Someone who belonged. "I'll stay here a bit, if you don't mind."

"Jami, me and Laura will get you dressed in your own clothes. Then I'm going to see if you can see Sebastian before the game, okay?"

"Yes." Jami sighed and shook her head, letting out a breathy laugh as the other presence became clear in her mind. "And Luke."

"Oh, sweetie . . . ." Chicklet looked upset.

"It's all right. He belongs." Jami whispered as Chicklet called Laura in and the two women fussed over her. She was in her jeans shorts and t-shirt again. Then no longer in the store. Then in a car. Everything around her moved like a film, skipping forward, but in her head things moved nice and slow. So perfect because everything was . . . right. "He belongs."