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against me, Nathan. Because you’ll

only make things much worse if you

use them.”

As she continued to caress his bare

pate, he felt…vulnerable. He hadn’t

expected to feel that way from

something as simple as having his

head shaved. Each stimulus she

inflicted upon him elicited sensations

new to him. He was having a hard

time sorting it all out. Particularly

when he kept losing his anchor on

time and reality.

“When…”

“You blacked out a bit. Things will

get disorienting here. You need to

accept that.

Accept my dominance over you and

play no games.” Her hand went

below the water, her fingers rippling

along his cock, wrapping around him.

“Dona—”

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“I’m going to make you suffer.” Her

eyes held him, stilled the words in

his throat.

“You have no choice in that. I’ll

make it so much worse if you try to

fuck with my head.

Now…” She let him go and allowed

the tether to drop so he felt the weight

of it pull against his cock as the chain

obeyed gravity and fell toward the

bottom. Her bare foot touched his,

caressing his toes a moment before

she stepped on the top of them.

Sliding her arm around his waist, she

gripped his forearm, bound against

his back, and used it as an anchor to

lift herself up. Her breasts pressed

against his chest and he had to look at

them, draw his breath in and hold it

as her hard nipples made contact

with his chest.

He could feel her thigh against his

leg, her hip brushing his eager cock.

“Bring your head down to your

Mistress.”

He did. As she brushed her lips

against his temple, Nathan felt a hard

jolt of desire rock through him. She

moved to his skull, nibbled. The

unfamiliar sensitivity made him

thankful for the cock harness.

Otherwise he might have come from

the brush of her tongue and teeth on

that naked flesh. She spoke against

his skin, her lips slippery and wet

from the water on his skull.

“You’re clean enough to come eat my

pussy. Follow me.”

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Chapter Four

She held the leash. Though he tried to

stride with some type of dignity, the

cock harness dug painfully into him

as he stumbled out of the water after

her, hands still folded up and bound

behind his back. Naked, all his hair

removed, reduced to nothing of his

identity but being her slave. She

moved with the same fluid grace

through the water as she had moved

over the grass earlier in her high

heels, while he had to keep his head

bowed to keep his balance. It

underscored the picture he imagined

he made, humbled in a way he’d

never permitted any Mistress to do to

him before, but then there’d been no

permission involved in this. Except

the moment he chose to step into the

car.

The back of her swimsuit was as

transparent as the front, so as Dona

walked ahead of him he saw the cleft

between her round buttocks. His

Mistress had a generous ass to go

with that full bosom, a perfect little

hourglass that was spinning him until

he was dizzy.

A blanket had been laid on the grass

beneath one of the palms. Fiona stood

by it.

On first glance, Nathan thought she

was rubbing suntan lotion on her

tawny skin, but then she turned

toward them. She was wearing a

strap-on, greasing up a dildo of

harrowing size fitted into it. The

leopard was stretched out nearby, his

tail flicking. The narrowed amber

eyes watched the bob of the phallus

as if he thought it was a toy. It made

him uncomfortably aware of his own

member, erect and bobbing quite

liberally in its harness, enough to

attract a cat’s attention.

“Mistress.” He knew better than to

lock his stance now, but he couldn’t

help dragging his feet at the sight of

that mammoth toy. “What—”

“Jonathan, do you wish to be gagged

again?”

His jaw flexed. He managed to flick

a sullen glance away from the phallus

to her face when she stopped at the

blanket and turned to face him. “I

could hardly serve you properly that

way, Mistress.”

“No. But I could serve myself while

Fiona fucks your ass and you have to

watch.

Would you rather your mouth have

only that ball gag in it?”

“No, Mistress.”

“Then you’ll do my bidding and not

speak unless I ask you a question.

While you’re on your hands and

knees eating me out, your ass will be

high in the air and Fiona will be

fucking it for my pleasure. It will

hurt, so you won’t forget yourself and

come. You’re not going to get to

come until I say so, until it’s the only

thing you can think about, until you

believe it’s the only thing you’ve

ever wanted. Tell me you

understand.”

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Holding her gaze a moment more than

was proper, he spoke softly. “The

only thing I want in life is to serve

my Mistress. To feel her pussy

climaxing around my tongue.”

She chuckled scornfully. “That was a

well-used line if ever I’ve heard one.

You need some new material.”

“Or a permanent gag,” Fiona put in.

“As he said, his mouth wouldn’t do

me much good then, would it?” Dona

teased as if they were two

schoolgirls, instead of two women

planning to split him in two with that

huge dildo.

“Come here.” She wrapped her hand

in Fiona’s long hair, grasped her

fingers with her other hand and

brought the woman closer. Dona

rubbed her face along the woman’s

dusky cheek, freeing one hand to pass

her fingers over Fiona’s lips. “Show

this slave I’m more impressed with

silence.”

Fiona smiled, leaned in and took

Dona’s lips in a kiss. Tracing his

Mistress’s mouth with her tongue, the

leopard-skinned woman put her

hands to Dona’s waist, drew her

closer. With eager passion, but also

need, affection. There was an

emotional exchange occurring as

well as physical, telling him Dona

had dominated this woman before.

These women apparently served her

in more ways than one.

Like most men, his cock leaped at the

sight of two women touching each

other.

However, as he watched Fiona’s

hand caress Dona’s lower back, the

swell of her hips, slide back up to the

side of her breast and her neck to cup

her jaw so she could deepen her kiss,

something else rose in him. Anger.

Jealousy. He wanted Fiona’s hands

off Dona. Dona was
his
Mistress.

When her tongue tangled with

Dona’s, she made a sound of

pleasure like a growl.

Fiona moved closer, bumping the

strap-on between Dona’s thighs,

hinting at what else she could do for

her.

“Stop it.
Stop it
.” He surged forward, knocked Fiona away with his

shoulder. She stumbled back, her

eyes wide, telling him he’d finally

been able to do something they didn’t

expect. His satisfaction with that was

short-lived, though, for he’d forgotten

about her damn cat.

The leopard snarled and swiped him.

Nathan spun away, but not fast

enough. The claws caught his upper

thigh, raking four stripes through the

skin as if it were tissue paper.

Son of a bitch.
He dropped to one

knee, the only thing he could think of

to protect his groin. A fetal ball

would have been more advisable for

that, but he wasn’t going to play

submissive to an animal. As the cat

laid his ears back, Nathan bared his

teeth. Snarled.

Prepared to body ram the creature if

he leaped.

Dona emitted a sharp command and

the cat backed off, growling. Fiona

put a hand on the spotted ruff,

drawing her pet away, both sets of

catlike eyes reflecting surprise.

Then his Mistress caught his cock

tether and yanked him to his feet, a

pain he felt all the way to the root

that distracted him from the throbbing

in his leg.

“Jesus—”

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“What the hell do you think you’re

doing?”

He lunged toward her, anticipating

her second pull. His heart was

hammering hard against his chest,

making words impossible. There was

no reason not to take advantage of the

moment, though. He placed his mouth

over her angry one, fell into her.

Oh, God. Wet heat. Scent. Something

so perfect he couldn’t describe it. He

bit at her lips, needing to taste with

more than just his tongue. He wanted

to touch her so much he wished he

was Samson who could break free of

his bonds to draw her close. Touch

her the way Fiona had. No, better

than Fiona had. Draw her close, hold

her completely against him, wrap his

arms all the way around and feel her

from neck to thigh, knowing she was

all his. His Mistress.

They’d dismissed him as if he were

simply a misbehaving child. Even

with his thigh smarting and knowing

how close he’d just come to being

disemboweled, he wouldn’t be

dismissed. Not by her.

Half a heartbeat of bliss and she

shoved him away. Wiping her mouth

with the back of her hand, she spat on

the ground, making him flinch at the

cruelty of the gesture.

“You’ve lost your polish, Jonathan.

You’re disobedient, rebellious. A

pain in the ass.

Not the perfect sub I remember

hearing so much about.”

“No, Mistress.” He knew all the

moves, all the right things to say, but

for some reason he couldn’t summon

them. As he dropped to one knee

before her, he prayed she’d have pity

and give him some slack on that

tether. She did, sparingly. He felt the

strain as she kept his cock stretched,

making him feel the pinch on his

testicles. “I just don’t want anyone

else touching you. I’m sorry. I guess

I’ve become…messed up in prison.

You tend… You have to fight to keep

what’s yours. There isn’t any

sharing.”

It was as good an explanation as any,

because he’d be damned if he could

explain it himself. He bowed his

head, staring at her bare feet, the dark

wine-colored polish on her pretty

toes.

After a long, tense moment, those

toes moved away. When Nathan

raised his head, she was settling

herself nearby on several pillows her

ladies arranged for her, as if

attending an empress before she was

serviced by her favored pet.

Fiona squatted before him, that

massive strap-on brushing his

quivering leg. She’d apparently

recovered her aplomb, for with an

impatient nudge of her knuckles

against his inner thigh, she indicated

she wanted both his knees on the

ground and spread apart. When he

reluctantly complied, she slapped a

wet cloth on his thigh. The smell and

the fiery burning told him it was

soaked with alcohol.

He bit the inside of his cheek to stay

still and quiet and held her gaze with

one as unflinching as her own. Once

the dampness had molded the

compress to his thigh, she hooked

another tether to the cock harness, to

the ring that was positioned beneath

his scrotum. The pressure of her

knuckles on the base of his cock

made him leak another drop. Swiping

her finger over it, she took it to the

strap-on and rubbed it over the head,

giving him a taunting look. When he

curled his lip at her, she chuckled,

gave him a hard slap along his dick

that made him grit his teeth. Rising,

she pulled off the 30

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compress and went behind him to

thread the leash up between his

buttocks and through the space

between his folded and bound

forearms. Her cold fingers wrapped

around his throat as she held him

steady to run the strap through

several of the rings running along the

back of the collar.

Now he had a tether running from

genitals to throat, a rein held snug on

his back by his own manacled arms

and Fiona’s ruthless hold, while

Dona still held the tether attached to

the harness around the base of his

cock.

As Dona began to reel in that tether,

he had to walk awkwardly on his

knees to her.

Like a wild animal being led from a