Jaymie Holland (14 page)

Nick jerked her up against him and kissed her hard as her clamped nipples were smashed between them. This time she felt pleasure radiating from her breasts rather than pain. The incredible kiss had her mind spinning in different directions.

He pulled back and whirled her around to face Sean again.

Oh God, Sean looked hungry, like a blue-eyed tiger about to make her into a meal.

He dragged her into his arms, smashing her breasts against his chest like Nick had. She squirmed in Sean’s embrace, wanting to climb him, wanting to feel him inside of her. She wanted Nick to take her from behind, wanted both of them to fill her in ways she’d only dreamed of.

Megan shuddered with desire. She wanted to slide her fingers between her thighs and assuage the ache. Wanted to climax in the worst way. No, in the best way.

Sean reached out and tugged on the nipple clamps at the same time Nick jerked her wrists behind her back. The next thing she knew he’d strapped on leather handcuffs to each of her wrists and connected the cuffs with a clip.

“Punishment number three—you are not allowed to have an orgasm.” Sean picked up The Satisfier. He had an edgy look to his eyes as he moved the vibrator lower and slipped it between her thighs. She gasped as he rubbed her swollen flesh with the length of it. He hadn’t even turned it on and she thought she was going to climax.

Her eyes widened. No way. She could do this. It surprised her to realize she wanted to please these men, whatever it took.

“If you come, you’re going to be sorry,” Nick murmured in her ear. “Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.” The words came out choked even though she didn’t want to say them.

Sean turned on The Satisfier against her clit.

She almost screamed.

Don’t come, don’t come, don’t come.
She gritted her teeth.
They’ll only make you wait longer and punish you in the process. Or maybe they won’t do what you really want them to.

And they wouldn’t be pleased with her, and something inside her wanted them to be pleased.

Her eyes nearly crossed as she ground her teeth and tugged at her cuffs. Nick stood behind her, kneading her ass, his fingers digging into her flesh. She sucked in her breath as she heard the body stocking tear and then he pulled apart her ass cheeks with his big hands. She felt something cool against her flesh. Lubricant. She gasped as he slipped his lubricated finger into her anus.

“I like a tight ass.” He moved his finger in and out. “Do you want to be fucked in the ass, Megan?”

The combination of his erotic question, The Satisfier against her clit, and his finger in her ass made her knees tremble. She gritted her teeth, trying to fight off an orgasm. “Yes, sir,” she managed to get out.

Sean turned off the vibrator and her body sagged. Only half the torture had been taken away as Nick continued to play with her anus. He slid his finger out and Sean pulled her closer to the table.

“Face down on the table.” Sean pushed her down, scattering more beads and bullets, and helped her at the same time since her wrists were cuffed behind her back. Cheek and breasts against the table, she groaned as the nipple clamps dug into her flesh and she felt the bite of pain again. He nudged one of her feet. “Widen your stance.”

“Yes, sir.” She moved her feet and swallowed hard as she felt cool air on her ass where the lubricant had been spread and where her body stocking was torn.

Drew was probably going to take the body stocking out of Megan’s commission for the evening. But no. When Megan got her hands on Drew for conspiring with these men, she was going to kill her.

Yet if Drew hadn’t helped arrange this “demonstration,” Megan wouldn’t be about to experience the most exciting night of her life. She’d definitely have to rethink killing her best friend.

In the next moment, Megan couldn’t think anymore. She couldn’t breathe. Something hard and lubricated was being pressed against her anus and it wasn’t Nick’s finger.

“You’re so tight we’re going to start you with a smaller sized butt plug.” The hard rubber tip started to penetrate her ass as Nick spoke.

Despite herself she tensed and let out a cry as he pushed the plug in farther. “Quiet or we’ll get a bigger plug,” Sean said.

Unicorn, unicorn, unicorn!

She clenched her teeth. She wasn’t going to say anything. She was
not
going to make a sound.

Nick shoved the plug in the rest of the way. Her eyes widened and she bit her tongue, but didn’t make a sound. “That’s our naughty girl.” He stroked his fingers over her ass. “It won’t be long before something much bigger will be inside you.”

The thought of what that might be had her catching her breath. When she could breathe again she realized her heart was beating a mile a minute. It surprised her that the pain had been exquisite in a way. She loved the feeling of fullness despite the sting in her anus. She squeezed her eyes shut tight and imagined it was Nick’s cock inside her.

The image made her squirm.

Nick slapped her ass with the flat of his hand as Sean leaned close and placed The Satisfier against her clit again. He turned on the huge vibrator that pounded against her, and Megan barely held back a cry as Nick spanked her over and over at the same time. She squirmed and tried to think about anything but climaxing. But she was close. So damned close.

The spanking, the nipple clamps, the butt plug, the vibrator—she knew the pain and pleasure was too much to fight off. She trembled as she clenched her body, still trying to stave off an orgasm. It only made it worse as her anus clamped down on the butt plug. She was so close to coming that she knew she wasn’t going to be able to hold off much longer. She closed her eyes and fell into the sensations charging through her—

Sean moved The Satisfier away from her clit and Nick stopped spanking her. A whimper escaped her and she wanted to stamp in frustration. Sean set The Satisfier on the table near her face, the vibrator that had become a certified torture device.

Nick gave her ass one last hard swat. “On your knees, Megan. Now.”

Excerpt

By Jaymie Holland

“I am ready.” Amanda’s throat worked as she swallowed.

I studied her as she spoke, taking in the sincerity of the words. She certainly thought she was ready.

She had an innocence about her and in her eyes I could see that she was a natural submissive. The kind of woman I craved to have at my feet as she supplicated to me. As I looked her up and down, something caused me to want nothing more than to control her, a feeling that I almost couldn’t define.

With an inborn sensuality to her presence and movements, she was a stunning beauty. Her chocolate eyes were warm and inviting, her eyes framed by long dark lashes. Her dark hair was chin-length and cut in a fashion that complemented her jawline and cheekbones, and her breasts were full, her curves gentle and sensuous.

My hands itched to stroke her curves and to take a flogger to her soft pale flesh. I wanted her bared to my gaze and my gaze alone.

At the thought I scowled, and a look of concern flashed across Amanda’s lovely face. I did nothing to let her know that my frown wasn’t directed at her. What concerned me were thoughts of having Amanda alone and not sharing her with any other Doms. I had never experienced that reaction with any sub at Cavern Creek and I didn’t intend to start.

This week I had no plans to participate in the Cavern’s activities because I had work to take care of with the investment brokerage I owned that I operated remotely from the resort. I wasn’t going to be the Dom responsible for Amanda’s training. That task was up to one of the other Doms who would have the opportunity to take her under his control.

“What makes you believe you are ready for the Cavern?” I nearly snapped the words, measuring every nuance of her expression. I was adept at reading people and Amanda was certainly no exception.

“I’ve been preparing for this for weeks.” She spoke in a rush. “I’ve been reading and—”

I held back a smile of amusement. “What have you been reading, Amanda?”

Her blush, her innocence, that contrasted so greatly with her sensual looks, was going to drive me out of my mind. My cock hardened enough to bust the seams of my slacks and I was glad for the desk between us.

She looked down before meeting my gaze again and bit her lower lip. “A lot of BDSM novels.”

“Reality is far different than fiction.” Damned if I didn’t want to smile.

She tilted her chin again. “I’ve also read
Screw the Roses, Send me the Thorns
and
SM 101
.”

“A good start, but experiencing it is unlike what you might read.” I studied the innocent who had traveled here from Indiana, a young woman who thought she was ready to hand over her mind and body to a Dom. I gave her a hard look. “Do you truly think you are ready for the Cavern, Amanda?”

“Yes.” She didn’t hesitate, as if she had shored up her resolve. “That’s why I’m here.”

On the right side of my desk I slid her folder into a drawer with paperwork belonging to other new subs. Later they would be filed in our vault. I closed the drawer and returned my attention to Amanda.

I leaned back in my chair, rested my elbows on the arms, and steepled my fingers. “If I ordered you to strip right now, what would you do?”

Her full lips parted, her eyes widening, and she sounded almost panicked as she responded. “Here? Now?”

I reached into another drawer and withdrew a red ball gag with black leather straps and raised it for her to see. “Perhaps I should start by gagging you to keep you from questioning me.”

She snapped her mouth shut but her eyes were still wide. I willed my cock to stand down and rose from my chair. I moved to one side of my desk.

“Come here.” I frowned as she hesitated. “Don’t make me wait, Amanda.” Her feet moved slowly but she made it to me. “When I give you an order, you are to say, ‘Yes, Master.’ If another Dom gives you an order who is not a Master, you respond with ‘Yes, sir.’ Is that understood?”

She nodded. I raised my eyebrow. She hurried to say, “Yes, Master.”

I placed the ball to her soft lips. The things she could do with those lips… “Open.”

She obeyed and I forced the ball into her mouth. She made a sound of protest as her jaws stretched wide and I narrowed my gaze. Her throat worked but she didn’t make another sound as I moved behind her and buckled the leather straps, securing the gag.

Her dark hair was short and silky. I moved it aside and pressed my lips to the column of her neck, just beneath her ear. She shivered and I inhaled her scent of soft blooms and midnight.

“By taking away your ability to ask questions, your Dom will be looking for you to do as he says without hesitation.” I took her by the shoulders and turned her to face me. My cock hardened again at the sight of the gag in her mouth and the fact that I now had control of her speech. I stroked the curve of her face with my knuckles and felt a tremor run through her at my touch. “Step out of your shoes.” I let my hand fall away from her cheek.

She obeyed and she was a good two and a half inches shorter now as she stood before me. She was at least five-foot-seven in her bare feet.

“Remove your panties.” I kept my tone even.

She didn’t move and I saw the fight in her eyes. All the better to break her.

I spoke softly. “If you believe you have what it takes to be at the Cavern, you will do what I say and you will do it now.”

Clearly attempting to keep her skirt from hiking up too high, she reached beneath it and quickly tugged down her panties before letting them drop to her ankles and stepping out of the black cloth. Her skirt slid back down to the tops of her thighs.

“Give your panties to me.”

Her cheeks had already flushed and the pink deepened as she knelt and picked up the panties and handed the silky scrap to me. I tucked them in the inside pocket of my suit jacket.

“Take off your blouse.” I made a motion with my hand. “Show me that you belong at the Cavern.”

She hesitated only briefly before she brought her hands to the first button at the V of her blouse. Her fingers trembled slightly as she fumbled with the buttons. I waited as she undid them one by one. I had the urge to rip her blouse apart, spraying buttons across the room. The thought made me narrow my gaze. I never lost control. I was the one in control at all times.

As she unbuttoned the blouse she revealed sweet, pale skin and I imagined what her flesh would look like when she was spanked or flogged, or both. A vivid red, no doubt. She would be stunning.

When her blouse was unbuttoned, she raised her chin, her eyes challenging me. I grabbed the back of her head and forced her to look down. “Any further disobedience or attitude earns you a punishment.”

She kept her eyes downcast as I pushed her blouse over her shoulders. The material slid down her soft skin and I moved behind her, drew her hands back, and tied her wrists together using her blouse. She tugged against the bonds but I took her by the shoulders and stilled her, and she gave an involuntary whimper from behind the gag.

I turned her around to face me and let my gaze drift over her form and her satin and lace bra. Her curves were soft and sensual and I wanted to see more of her. Wanted to show her that her body belonged to me now. Something indefinable about her made me feel as though control was slipping out of my grasp.

My jaw ached as I clenched it. I never lost control. Ever.

Anger stirred in my chest like heated air. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a pocketknife. I sliced her bra down the front so that it fell to the sides, exposing her breasts.

With a gasp, she brought her head up and took a step back, an angry look flashing in her gaze.