Naughty Bits Part III: Bound to Please (8 page)

Troy complied, and Madison had a glimpse of the red marks Shale had left on his buttocks, painful-looking strikes with the paddle that made Madison wince but which she saw hadn’t diminished Troy’s aroused response at all. Though she hadn’t yet experienced it herself, she was getting a good idea of why it could make a certain kind of submissive even needier, craving more. As her ass rested against her heels, she wondered if, before night’s end, she’d have her own marks to show. The crazy thing was, she was pretty sure she wanted that. And she wanted Logan’s hand to be the one wielding the blows.

Shale put the chair over his head, the front legs planted on either side of his neck, the back ones just clearing his crown. The cross piece that stabilized the bottom of the chair was over the bridge of his nose, effectively holding his head in place, especially when Shale took a seat on it. Madison noticed that she paused before she did so, looking toward Logan. Glancing up, Madison saw her Master give the Domme an imperceptible nod. He’d said the chair could hold an adult, but Shale was likely confirming.

Safety always came first. It was a tribute to their confidence in their roles that it didn’t dilute the thrilling, anxious feel of being under their control. It simply kept the not-erotic feelings of true fear out of it. Madison’s analytical mind worked on that, even as her subconscious used it as all the more reason to fall under Logan’s spell. A win-win, right?

Taking a seat on the chair, Shale planted one booted foot on Troy’s upper abdomen, such that Madison saw a red impression gather around the pointed heel. Shale leaned forward, her hair falling over her shoulder as she stroked his chest. “Look at that hard-on. Shameful. All for Miss Fine. I think we’ll be homeschooling you from now on.”

“No, not for her, Mistress. For you. Because you were watching.”

“I didn’t give you permission to talk.” Shale brought the ruler down in a sharp slap on his lower abdomen. He jerked, his hands flexing at his sides, a breath whistling out between his teeth.

“Spread your legs. Stretch out your arms as well.”

He did it without hesitation, exposing his testicles and sheathed cock to her. When she brought the ruler down, hard, it slapped his inner thigh about five inches below that area. He flinched but didn’t move otherwise, his arms out to his sides, palms open.

Shale did it again, and Madison was impressed with her control, because she never came closer than a hand’s span to his genitals, though she managed to hit the same spots a few times. Madison expected his mind registered it as much closer, since he couldn’t see anything but the bottom of the chair.

Shale looked stern, far more punitive than Miss Fine. Madison glanced up at Logan. His face was expressionless again, but she didn’t sense any concern for Troy. She shifted her attention back to the tableau before them because, no matter the uncertain roiling in her stomach at how Troy took his punishment, she couldn’t deny she was captivated, and by far more than the sexual component. Though he couldn’t see her, it was as if Troy’s gaze was fixed on his Mistress. The look on his face matched something Madison understood deep inside. Yet his look took it to a more profound level, because he was farther along that road than Madison. He would truly do anything Shale desired. He trusted her with everything. He had utter faith in her control over him.

It was something she’d rarely seen reflected on any adult face, including her own. How long had it taken Shale and Troy to reach that point together? What would happen if it ever turned in the wrong direction, the relationship ending? Troy and Shale were relatively young. How did one recover from such a loss? Trust her to think of that.

Shale stood up, removing the chair, but laying it on its side. “Step into this space.”

The supporting pieces beneath the chair formed an open square. Troy rose and stepped in one foot at a time, the opening small enough he had to work first one foot and then the other under the slats, so the chair was a wooden manacle around both his ankles. If Shale wanted him to move forward, he’d have to do it with a very short shuffle, several inches at a time.

“Spread your feet as far as you can, then bend over and grab the sides.”

Madison noticed that Shale kept her hand on his back throughout. She was positioned to steady him if he lost his balance. This, despite the fact that cruel expression on her lovely features never altered. When he bent over, spreading his thighs the few inches possible, she reached between them and gripped his testicles, squeezing hard enough to earn a groan from him. She brushed her knuckles over those reddened rectangular areas where she’d slapped him with the paddle.

“Tonight, I’ll lock you in your new cage. You can listen to me bring myself to climax with my vibrator. If you stay still and quiet, you might earn the right to lick me clean afterward. Or maybe not. You were too eager to play with your little friend. I’m going to fuck you with my strap-on before I go to work in the morning, so when Logan sees you, he’ll know you have a sore ass, because you had to be reminded who owns it.” She released him. “Straighten up.”

She had the sultry voice of a siren, purring out the dire threats. When she caught his hair, yanked him up by it, Troy’s face showed the same emotions Madison had seen when he was underneath the chair. Total acceptance and devotion, but now it was coupled with aggressive desire. His eyes sparked at her. “It’s always your ass, Mistress.”

She gave his hair another rough tug. “Talking without permission. You never learn. One more word, and I’ll be plugging your mouth and ass for the duration of the night.”

Gripping his buttock, she must have probed deeper, because a ripple of reaction went through his body, his thighs tensing, stomach contracting.

“You greased yourself up for your little teacher, just in case.” Her gaze locked with his. “And now you’ll pay the price for that.”

Whatever she did had Troy’s facial features constricting. Shale put her hand on his stomach, a steadying force, and Madison heard her soft whisper, “Hold on to my shoulder, Troy.”

The tender order in the midst of a humiliating punishment had a lump coming to Madison’s throat as Troy’s face contorted. He grabbed Shale’s shoulder as her stimulation forced the climax that made his thighs tremble violently, his hips jerk. If he hadn’t been wearing a condom, the semen would have fountained out of his cock. As it was, Madison saw it fill the tip, spread out over the head. He groaned, chin dropping down to his chest as Shale wrested the last drop from him, ruthless in her intent, while her hand stayed firm and steady on his upper abdomen. She’d shifted closer so he was leaning against her, a loose embrace that looked anything but ruthless.

When he was done, his breathing labored, she held him, the two of them swaying together. Madison could tell even in his post-climactic stupor, Troy was trying to keep his whole weight off her, as cognizant of her care as she was of his. It was beautiful, in a way she realized most people wouldn’t recognize, seeing only the graphic representation of sex, not all the complex interplay of trust and intimacy.

In time, he was able to straighten. “All right,” Shale said quietly. “Let’s get you out of this chair. Then I want you to clean up and get dressed.”

His minute shifting during the climax had pushed the chair back against his ankles. He’d need help adjusting it to get free, but when Shale started to bend, his arms tightened around her.

Madison glanced up at Logan. “May I help?”

He gave her a significant look. “That would be appropriate.”

Troy didn’t want his Mistress bending before him. And Madison had recognized it, volunteered to help. Which not only bemused her but also explained that potent look from Logan. Her insight had pleased him, which gave her a ridiculous glow.

Was this the track that Troy and Shale had followed to get to where they were? Learning to embrace all the permutations of Dominant and submissive in themselves, until it was just an instinct one followed, like breathing? Instincts that twined together into the tightly knit relationship, give-and-take, she’d just seen?

As she moved in Troy’s direction, Madison kept following that instinct. She lowered her gaze and addressed Shale. “May I help, Mistress?”

“Yes, you may. Hold the chair steady while I hold him. No argument,” she said sharply.

Madison realized that last was directed at Troy. Shale latched on to his arm, the other hand on his hip. “You’re shaking,” she said. “I’m not going to let my property get damaged because of some misguided I-can-do-it-myself testosterone surge.”

Troy’s lips twisted in a rebellious moue, those eyes flashing again, but he complied, letting Madison hold the chair steady as he stepped out of it, his Mistress’s balancing hand on him until he was free. Then she gave him a little push toward his clothes and turned toward Logan.

“An enjoyable evening. Shorter than I’d expected, but not you, I think.”

Logan gave Shale a look that suggested he would have preferred her not to say that. From the curve of Shale’s lips, she knew it. The Mistress glanced down at Madison. “Don’t make it too easy on him. Isn’t a woman alive who doesn’t enjoy seeing him break a sweat.”

She moved toward Troy. He’d hiked his jeans back on and was about to don the T-shirt. She took it away from him, reaching up to caress his jaw before she leaned in to him for a kiss. Madison watched how Troy caught her waist. His arm banded around her as the kiss deepened. All his male strength was unleashed in a moment that was now more about the two of them as lovers, not just Dom/sub.

When Shale at last eased back, her eyes full of Troy, Madison realized she was aching all the way down to the bottom of her scarred heart.

“I love you,” Shale whispered. “Always.”

“Same goes, Mistress,” he responded. Madison thought he was oblivious to anyone else in the room. Though the session was technically ended, it was clear he was fully hers.

Shale gave him a tap, tilted her head toward Logan, a reminder. Troy’s eyes cleared and he turned toward the other Dom, though his arm remained around Shale. “Thank you for my training, Master Logan,” Troy said formally. Then his gaze shifted to Madison, still folded on her knees on the floor by the child’s chair. “And thank you for your discipline, Miss Fine.”

A tiny smile played around his lips, telling her he’d probably tease her about that next time they saw each other. Shale had mentioned him seeing Logan tomorrow. Madison hoped that meant Troy would still be working at the hardware store, that it hadn’t been only about his training. Since he’d told her he was buried under student loans, she figured it likely.

The couple left them, their departure covered by the air-conditioning. The fan turned on like a windy sigh, the building vibrating as it always did when the unit engaged.

The spotlight highlighted the chairs where she knelt next to them, Logan still in the shadows. He pulled a tall stool away from the workbench, slid a hip on it, and pointed to that cushion beside him.

Rising to her feet, she made it there on unsteady legs, sank back down, looking up at him. “At times, I thought she was really mad at him. But she wasn’t, was she?”

“No.” He reached down, caressed her face. It felt right, sitting at his knee, him touching her. “A responsible Dominant would never discipline her sub physically when she’s truly angry.” A smile touched his mouth. “Being female, Shale has far more potent ways of punishing Troy when she’s actually pissed at him. Passive-aggressive sarcasm, silent treatment, the use of those dreaded two words, ‘I’m fine.’ Believe it or not, the boy has a bit of a temper on him as well. He can hold his own with her when they disagree.”

She did believe it. She’d seen it in the stubborn set of his lips, that quick flash in the eyes. A couple weeks ago, that wouldn’t have made sense to her, hard to reconcile with his eagerness to be treated as a submissive, willing to play a naughty schoolboy and be spanked, but after tonight it did. She just wasn’t sure she could put the comprehension of it into actual words. Any more than she could the feelings inside herself.

“Shale is a very good Mistress,” Logan continued. “The cage and strap-on, she’ll do. She won’t put in the gag and plug all night. That was mind play only. That’s too long to have something up his ass, given how sensitive those tissues are, and no Dominant would gag a sub and go to sleep, because she can’t monitor his breathing.”

That smile reached his eyes. “At some point tonight, Troy will beg enough that she’ll let him into the bed with her, and then she’ll ride him into complete dehydration. Beyond being his Mistress, she’s wildly in love with him.”

“It’s obvious,” she said. “Being around them is like watching a dream come true. It hurts some.”

She wasn’t sure she should have put it that way, but it was true enough. Except for the “some” part. It actually hurt a lot, especially injected with the painful, irresistible hope she couldn’t seem to quell inside herself, thanks to the man beside her.

His fingers curved over the line of her jaw, his eyes becoming softer, twisting the knife such that she swallowed, dipped her head into his touch. “It’s a game, Madison,” he murmured. “A very serious, very real game about the things we need deep down inside ourselves.”

“She said you expected this session to be short.” She frowned. “Did you think I’d chicken out, or not have the stomach for it?”

“The latter, but not in the way you’re thinking. It’s not a failing or shortcoming, Madison. Some switches are as much identified with both sides of the whip as I’m a Dom or Troy’s a sub, but a great many more of them are merely sexually adventurous. They don’t need to be only one or the other to find soul-deep fulfillment with someone.”

“But you do.” That much was clear. It shed a different light on their earlier discussion about where this might be headed. If she wanted to be with him, if she wasn’t as much into the submissive side of things as he was a Dominant, could it work?

“Do you remember what I said about bringing your choices and preferences into the decision of where we’re going?” he asked.

She nodded.

“You wanted to try the other side, and you enjoyed it.” A rueful look crossed his face. “I won’t say it was enjoyable for me to watch you touch another man, though I did enjoy watching how you had fun with it, the revelations you made. But at a certain point, you crossed the line between fun and something deeper. I saw the click. You not only picked up on the deeper layer of what this means to Troy, but what it means to you. If it was just all fun and games, just a sexual adventure, you could have seen it through to a different end, but you sensed there was something more there. And that was what you wanted, wasn’t it?”