Second Touch (Emma's Arabian Nights, #2) (11 page)

A moment later the familiar slap of a flogger kissed the backs of his thighs, right below the sensitive skin where his ass and legs met.

“Brace yourself, Ryan. Help Tanya remain standing,” Emma said, and he did, spreading his legs and firming his stance as he leaned slightly forward.

While the flogger continued to warm up his skin he watched Master Chris select a long, black leather-wrapped cane from the wall. When he turned and caught Ryan looking at him Master Chris gave him a slow smile and then winked. Ryan looked away, disconcerted by the other man’s open flirting and tried to ignore the way his body responded to the handsome blond man.

If Master Chris had been crude about his flirting or aggressive, Ryan would have been able to dismiss him, but Master Chris had an almost playful look in his eyes, and Ryan struggled to understand and process these feelings. Ryan didn’t like men, wasn’t attracted to them, but it was impossible to not be aroused while Emma flogged him with consummate skill, the kiss of the leather strands over his skin caressing him and awakening his body further until he was drowning in his own desire. It wasn’t his fault he felt a momentary flash of attraction for Tanya’s Master, especially with the now-naked submissive woman writhing against his oil slick skin.

Almost against his will, he turned back and watched as Master Chris once again focused on Tanya. His full lips were pulled into a firm line as he stripped off his shirt, revealing his own impressive physique, almost as built as Ryan. The other man had his nipples pierced with thick silver bars. As he stretched out, Ryan was helpless against the urge to watch him. A mantle of authority seemed to fall over the blond man and all playfulness vanished, leaving behind a very dominant Master. Ryan had met lots of Tops during his training, enough to realize that Tanya was in more than capable hands, and his curiosity grew.

The swish of the cane through the air made Ryan tense and Tanya moaned against his chest, her fingers convulsing on his arms. At the first sharp strike across her buttocks she arched into him with a soft cry and Emma chose that moment to land a harder blow with the flogger across his upper back. His involuntary arch moved his body against Tanya’s until they pressed together from groin to chest.

Emma began to really lay into him, the burning streaks from the flogger landing over already sensitized skin, and he found himself closing his eyes almost against his will and falling into a world of pain and pleasure, need and satisfaction. Tanya moved against him constantly, squirming and wiggling until he was thrusting back against her, their heaving breath and sharp moans creating their own kind of music against the backdrop of the fall of the flogger and the hiss of the cane. Everything faded away, became wrapped up in itself, and he lost his grip on reality to the sensations within his body. Time ceased to matter and the scent of Tanya’s arousal mingled with his sweat filled his nose, mixing with the sounds of the slap of the flogger and snap of the cane as his hard cock slipped against the sweat-slickened skin of her belly. The pain filled his world, became pleasure, stripped him down and built him back up into a creature of pure feeling and lust.

All thought faded, and when Tanya cried out against him, begging for relief, pleading to come, he jerked at his restraints, wanting to touch the small female body pressed against his, to give her the climax she so obviously needed. He moved his thigh forward and pressed it between her legs, allowing her wet, swollen sex to grind against his thigh muscles.

She froze, then begged in a broken voice, “Master, may I orgasm?”

“No,” came Master Chris’s sharp reply.

A moment later, a searing line of pain bit across Ryan’s leg below where Tanya’s ass rested. He had to grit his teeth, then cried out when the flogger whacked across his ass hard enough that he wondered if he was bleeding.

“Did I tell you to move? Did I tell you to allow Tanya to hump your leg? Did I?” Emma said in a hard voice.

Shame immediately filled him and he removed his leg from between Tanya’s thighs. “No, Mistress.”

Ryan turned his head so his face pressed against Tanya’s sweetly scented hair as disgrace filled him. He hadn’t been thinking about his Mistress’ pleasure, instead focusing on his own need to help the submissive pressed against him find her release. A hard ball of shame formed in his stomach and the pain that had been held at bay by the pleasure overwhelmed him, making his body ache and burn. Emma was no longer flogging him, but he knew by the jerks of Tanya’s body against him Master Chris was still working her over. But Ryan’s earlier pleasure, his mindless enjoyment of the moment, was gone as self-disgust filled him at failing his Mistress. The butt plug was pulled from his body, and even though he welcomed the sting as punishment for his transgression, it also left him feeling strangely empty.

He had no idea how long he hung there, feeling like shit. Master Chris tossed away the cane with a harsh clatter against the floor and pressed his body against Tanya’s, pinning her between them. With a firm grip he clasped the back of Ryan’s neck and pulled him closer so his lips brushed against Ryan’s ear. “I suggest you apologize to your Mistress. Now.”

With that, he leaned back and unhooked Ryan’s wristbands from the frame. The lack of support made Ryan stumble back a step and brace his legs, his lungs heaving and the muscles of his arms and shoulders burning. When he turned to find Emma, he spotted her sitting in the chair Moira had occupied. The redheaded Dominatrix and her submissive were now making use of a padded black table on the other side of the room where she was busy attaching clothes pins to the front of the sub’s body, including his cock.

Refusing to be distracted by the sight, Ryan took a step towards Emma, who was watching him with a cold expression. He stopped and dropped to his knees, crawling to her and trying to think of what he could do to let her know how sorry he was.

By the time he reached her feet he still had no idea how to appease her, but he knelt before her with his head down and his thighs spread, his cock now limp between his legs, as he struggled to think of the right thing to say. The best he could come up with was, “Please forgive me, Mistress.”

“For what?” Her tone was sharp enough to flay his soul.

“For putting my pleasure ahead of yours.”

“Was it your pleasure, or Tanya’s that you were putting before mine?”

He swallowed hard. “It was my own.”

“How so?”

“Because making her orgasm, relieving her need, would make me feel good about myself. I like helping women, I like giving them what they need. In my selfishness it didn’t occur to me that it would hurt you, and I’m very sorry, Mistress. The last thing I want to do is hurt you, ever, and I beg you to forgive me, punish me, just please don’t leave me.” He’d be embarrassed over how desperate he sounded, but the thought of Emma leaving him scared him more than any mortification or humiliation from revealing himself like this to not only Emma and the people in the room, but to the crowd watching outside.

For long moments the music was the only sound between them, broken by an occasional tortured moan from the submissive Moira was working over.

Finally, Emma sighed and leaned forward to cup his face, making him look up at her. The anger was still there in her beautiful eyes, but so was compassion and a deep tenderness he didn’t dare name. “Ryan, I’m not going to leave you for doing what your nature demands. You love women, you love pleasing them, and I’ve been a Mistress long enough to know that when submissives are in their subspace they aren’t using their rational mind to think, rather reacting on instinct, and your instinct is to care for women. Now, I’m not saying that you didn’t piss me off, I’m a jealous Mistress as you know, but I wouldn’t leave you for something as petty as that.”

His heart sang and he was vaguely alarmed at how much power Emma had over him, but at the same time he loved it. Loved that he’d put his trust in a woman worthy of it. “Thank you.”

The pink bow of her full lips curved into a small smile. “Don’t thank me yet. You haven’t heard your punishment.”

He kissed her inner wrist. “I’ll do anything to chase those shadows from your eyes, Mistress. It kills me that I made you doubt my devotion to you.”

Her gaze flicked over his shoulder and she nodded slightly before returning her attention to him. “Kneel up with your legs spread.”

A moment later Moira’s submissive was at their side, his hard cock covered in clothespins as he placed a pillow between Ryan’s thighs. Before he could question what was going on Tanya slid between his legs, her face flushed and gaze distant, with her mouth right below his cock. Movement came from behind and he turned to watch Master Chris, now with his pants open and his sizable dick out, sliding between Tanya’s legs behind Ryan. To his surprise, he noted that Tanya had died her pubic hair a cotton candy pink to match the hair on her head.

His gaze jerked back to Emma as Tanya began to mouth his balls. “Mistress?”

The look in her eyes was positively evil as she smiled at him while slowly raising the skirt of her dress, revealing a pair of white garters holding up her nude stockings and the golden fuzz above her very wet pussy. “You will pleasure me, Ryan, while Tanya sucks your cock as Master Chris fucks her. But you will not come. That is your punishment.”

A startled noise escaped him before he could stop it as Tanya took his semi-erect cock into her mouth and swallowed him down until his pubic bone pressed against her nose. “Fuck.”

“Indeed,” Emma purred. “Tanya has absolutely no gag reflex and loves breath play so Master Chris will keep an eye on her to make sure she doesn’t pass out. Tilt your hips back so she can get a better angle, then eat my pussy.”

He actually swayed at the eroticism of the moment, then tried to steel himself as he bent forward and began to gently kiss the line where Emma’s thigh high stocking met her bare skin. He needed to ignore Tanya, ignore Master Chris and focus on pleasuring his Mistress. Emma sighed and moved her bottom closer to the edge of the chair. The rich musk of her arousal filled his senses and he took a deep breath, loving her scent. Licking his way slowly over her inner thigh, he tensed when Master Chris grabbed his shoulders with both hands, using Ryan to hold onto while he fucked Tanya. The pink haired submissive was sucking Ryan with little whimpering moans, the vibrations against his cock driving him crazy.

“Come as much as you want, my pretty girl,” Master Chris growled. “Come for your Master.”

With a start Ryan realized he’d probably pissed off the other man by trying to make his submissive orgasm without his permission. Ryan would be fucking livid if anyone had done that with Emma, but in his arrogance, he’d assumed that he had the right to make Tanya climax. He paused and nuzzled his face against the ultra-soft skin where Emma’s thigh and pussy met. “Mistress, I need to apologize to Master Chris for touching his property. Would you please punish me for it?”

Emma shivered against him and his own excitement soared as he watched her pussy clench with need. “Moira, hand Chris the butt plug I used on Ryan earlier and some lube.”

He froze, not having considered that Emma would go that far. Ryan expected to be flogged or whipped, but not this. He didn’t know if he could handle it. When he looked up at Emma he found her watching him carefully, evaluating him, silently asking him if he could handle this. He swallowed hard and pressed his face against her thigh, wanting to please her, wanting to trust her to take him wherever she wanted him to go. It was easy to obey her when she wanted him to do things he liked, the true test of submission came when she asked him to do things he was uncomfortable with, or in this case downright panicked about doing.

When Chris began to work the lube into Ryan’s already sore ass he had to grit his teeth against the urge to jerk away from the other man, but with Tanya still sucking his dick like it was her favorite treat he was almost helpless against the additional arousal of being fingered by a man who clearly knew what he was doing. With unerring accuracy he found Ryan’s prostate and began to stroke him there.

“Oh fuck, that’s hot,” Emma moaned and grabbed the back of Ryan’s head, forcing his face to her sopping wet sex. “Milk him for me, Chris, make him feed Tanya.”

He couldn’t help but groan as Master Chris laughed and continued his torment, adding a second finger into Ryan’s ass and increasing the burn even as Tanya had a very loud orgasm with Ryan’s cock still trapped in her hot little mouth. She was able to take most of his dick down her throat, which was more than any other woman had ever managed, and that combined with taking his first full lick of Emma’s cream had him hovering on the edge of orgasm.

“Easy,” Master Chris said in a soothing voice. “Control your body for your Mistress’s pleasure.”

Despite his soft words he continued to stroke Ryan’s prostate, sending out bursts of pleasure as his dick fed Tanya an almost continuous stream of precum. Striving to get hold of himself, Ryan didn’t fuck around with eating his woman’s cunt. He immediately wrapped his lips around Emma’s very hard little clit and suckled her, lashing his tongue over the tip. Emma’s breath came out in a harsh whoosh and she grabbed frantically at the back of his head, but he wasn’t moving until she came for him. When her clit quivered beneath his tongue, he slipped two fingers into her pussy and enjoyed the way she clenched down on him right before she came with a harsh scream.

The way her slick cunt milked his fingers was torture, merging with the way Tanya was coming again with his dick in her mouth, silently urging him to spill down her throat. She sucked him like she was ravenous for his cum and a harsh sweat broke out over his body as he strained to hold back. The taste of Emma flooded his tongue and he sealed his mouth over her pussy, licking up every drop he could get while he trembled. Master Chris had removed his fingers and now the plug was being shoved into his ass again at the same rhythm that Master Chris was fucking Tanya.

“Such a tight ass,” the other man growled. “Please keep pissing off your Mistress so I can fuck it someday.”