Slave To Love (27 page)

Jace wiped his mouth before he answered. “Restrictions make me want to do more. If a slave says she’s not cool with anal play, then I’ll go out of my way to spank and cane her ass to show that some sensation back there is a good thing.”

Lord No nodded his head.

Jace continued. “If she’s into breast play, I’ll purposefully avoid doing that to get her practically begging for the treatment. But my favorite has to be the blindfold.” He smiled to himself. “You can commit a multitude of sins while she’s blindfolded. She doesn’t know for sure who is touching her.” He stared pointedly at her. “She can’t say if one Dom or Domme touched her or not. All she has to know if that it feels good.”

Taren felt sweat rolling down her back.

“Wow,” Sweetheart said. “Oh, sorry. Didn’t mean to speak out of turn.”

“And yet you won’t shut the fuck up.” Twist grumbled and rolled her eyes. “A disobedient slave like that would get twenty lashes from my single-tail.”

Sweetheart swallowed and lowered her head.

“I appreciate knowing what a woman likes.” Jace nodded his head before glancing at Taren. He gave her a quick wink before finishing his breakfast.

Damn, he knew how to get her going.

After Taren, Macabre, and the contestants finished their breakfasts, the slaves ate the remaining food. After they finished and had the dining room and kitchen cleaned, filming resumed in the living room. Taren stood next to Macabre. The contestants remained in a row on one side of the room. The slaves planted themselves across from the Dominants. They looked straight ahead.

“We’re doing the selection scene.” Kitty paced back and forth between the rows of people.

“It’s about time.” Fear clapped his large hands.

“Glad you’re excited, because Taren here will decide—”

“No!” Miss Twist stomped forward and interrupted Kitty’s speech. “She got to pick which Dom and Domme she wanted, and that was fine. But I’ll be damned if she assigns my slave.”

“If you had allowed me to finish, you would have heard me say that Taren will decide the
order
in which you contestants choose your slaves.” Kitty rolled her eyes at Twist.

Twist got back in line. Taren had to make her decision strategically. When she looked at Jace, he stared at her like he didn’t care about the line of women standing in front of him.

“Okay, we’re rolling.” Kitty sat in her chair again.

“Welcome back.” Macabre clasped her hands together. “Taren, your contestants will choose their slaves. Who will you allow to make a selection first?”

Taren looked down the line of Dominants before she made her decision. “Sire Swift. Thank you for doing the prayer at breakfast. You can go first.”

“Oh, wow. That’s how you’re deciding this?” Fear shook his head. “I’ll be so glad to break you of your compassion.”

Sire Swift stood in front of Taren before making his way to the slaves. “Thank you.” When he smiled, his eyes twinkled.

Taren nodded. “Good luck.”

He laughed. “I’ll be okay.” He walked down the line of slaves, looking at each of them. When he got to Sandy, he stopped.

Taren had suspected he would. She saw their connection during breakfast. Her heart pounded as he stared at the slave.

“What’s your name?” he asked her.

“I’m called Slave Sandy.” She offered a smile, then dropped her gaze.

“Sandy, got it.” Swift nodded.

“Sir, Slave Sandy.”

“Sandy.” He moved in closer to her. “Understood.”

Even Taren held her breath as she watched the connection.

“Yes, sir.” Sandy stared him in his eyes.

Sire Swift reached into his pocket and pulled out something that looked like a bracelet. “I want to collar this one.” He slipped a ring on her middle finger and looped the chain around her wrist. Then he took her hand and led her back to the line with the other contestants.

Sandy turned her back on Swift and lowered herself to her knees in front of him. To further show his ownership, Swift put his hand on Sandy’s shoulder. No one would be claiming his property.

“Very nice.” Macabre nodded. “Taren, who are you allowing to pick next?”

Taren looked down the line again. “Bruiser.”

“What? Did he kill a spider for you or something?” Twist snickered.

Taren chose not to answer back. She watched Bruiser make his way to the group of women. Unlike Swift, he went directly to one woman, the one with the permanent smile.

Despite his name, Bruiser didn’t manhandle the woman. He moved in close to her and put his face next to hers. He whispered something in her ear that made her giggle.

Without a word, he pulled out a leather cuff from his pocket. He wrapped it around her delicate wrist before snapping it into place.

“I guess you’ve made your decision.” Macabre blinked.

Bruiser pulled her from the lineup and returned to his spot. Like Sandy, Breeze lowered herself to her knees in front of him. To further cement his ownership, he cupped her chin in his hand.

Taren didn’t wait to get a cue from Macabre. “Mistress Night, I’d like for you to pick next, please.”

“Cool.” Night strutted down the line of the six remaining women. She stood in front of Bubbles and stared at her for a moment. “Nah. Sorry, dear.”

Bubbles shrugged. “That’s okay.”

Night continued down the row. She stopped at Beauty. “What are you called?”

“Beauty.” She tucked her curly hair behind her ears.

Miss Night brought her hands up and fluffed Beauty’s hair so that it surrounded her face again. “I want you.”

Beauty beamed at first, but then acted like she needed to play this cool. She glanced at Taren. “Anything to help the game.”

Night reached behind her neck and unhooked one of her necklaces. It looked like a simple gold chain until she started to put it around Beauty’s neck. Taren noticed an “N” monogram hanging from it. With the necklace secured, she took Beauty’s hand and brought her back to the line with her. Like the others, Beauty lowered herself to her knees in front of her new Mistress.

“Sire Ball, please go next.” Taren got more comfortable with selecting which Dominant got to pick their slaves.

She still tried to work out in her head how she would be seeing Jace pick his slave. She didn’t want to think about it.

Sire Ball strolled up to the women. He walked down the short line of remaining slaves. When he got to Slinky, he stopped. He coasted his hand up her bare arm to her shoulder.

“Soft skin.” He smiled. “How do you mark?”

“Pretty easily and quickly, sir.” Slinky smiled.

He interlaced his fingers into hers then brought her arm behind her back so that he pressed her body against his.

Taren felt herself holding her breath as he stared into Slinky’s eyes. A heavy tension hung in the air as Ball studied the slave.

“Good.” He nodded. “Very good.” He released her. He raised his hand in the air and made a twirling motion with his finger. “Turn.”

Slinky turned her back to him. Ball pulled out a long string of pearls from his pocket. He affixed the jewelry around her neck.

“This one. I like her.” Sire Ball didn’t allow Slinky to turn around.

He pulled her body against his so that her ass pressed against his crotch. Then he backed up to the line again. Once in his spot, she lowered herself to her knees.

Taren wondered if Jace would be that passionate with his pick.

“Next!” Fear barked.

Taren bit the inside of her cheek to keep from saying something that would get her in a verbal altercation. “Thank you for the reminder, Fear.”

Fear started to take a step when Taren stopped him.

“Lord No, you can pick next.” Taren smiled.

“Bitch,” Fear said under his breath.

“What did you say?” Jace started to head toward the man when Swift and Ball held him back.

“Easy. Don’t let him get in your head.” Ball shook his head as he nudged Jace back into his spot.

“Too late.” Fear smiled. “I love it.”

“Lord No. Please make your selection.” Macabre raised her hand to the last four women.

The silent but deadly Dom stomped his booted feet down the line. He stood in front of Sweetheart. She smiled at him. He cocked his head. Taren wanted to know what he looked like under his mask.

He moved down to Bambi. She stared at him without fear or apology. Although he towered over her, she didn’t seem intimidated. He moved down to Solo. She pursed her lips as she looked at him. When he moved down to Bubbles, the normally cheerful woman lost her smile and nerve.

Bubbles kept her gaze down to the floor so that he had to look at the top of her head full of golden blonde curls. No put his hand to her chin and raised her head so that he could look at her face.

Even with her face raised, Bubbles kept her gaze down to the floor. Taren didn’t like Bubbles’s reaction to this Dom.

Lord No pulled out a ring as he held Bubbles’s hand.

She snatched her hand away. “Please, no.” She shook her head. “Pick someone else.”

Taren blinked. Yes, Lord No looked and seemed intimidating, but he also had a great body. It shocked Taren that Bubbles didn’t want to be this man’s slave, even for a short while.

“Let me have her. I’ll teach her not to be disobedient.” Fear cracked his knuckles.

Lord No grabbed Bubbles’s hand, but she closed it into a fist to prevent him from sliding on the ring.

“Lord No, would you like to pick someone else?” Macabre asked.

He shook his head while still glaring at the woman in front of him. He pointed to himself and then pointed to Bubbles to illustrate that he wanted this slave.

“Is there an opportunity for the Dominants to switch slaves during the competition?” Taren didn’t want this woman to feel trapped, even for a TV show.

“Yes. If a Dominant wants to swap slaves, he or she can. But they can only change once, and the two Dominants have to be in agreement.” Macabre put her hand on Taren’s shoulder.

“You could be traded, Bubbles.” Taren tried making the appeal to the woman.

Bubbles seemed unmoved. She must have known the man or at least his style. After a tense beat, Bubbles opened her hand. She allowed No to slip the ring on her middle finger before he pulled her roughly behind him to return to the line. When Bubbles didn’t lower herself to the floor, No put his hand to her shoulder and pushed her down.

Bubbles lowered her head. Her curls drooped down into her face to cover her expression. Taren wanted to run over to the woman and hug her. No one should feel obligated to be with someone.

Taren took a deep breath before resuming her duties. “Fear, you can go.” By now Taren felt exhausted, like she had been put into the bodies of each of these women.

“Great.” Fear didn’t even bother going to the women. He pointed to Solo. “You.” He pointed in front of himself. “Here.”

Solo strolled to him.

“Don’t look at me.”

She turned her back to him. Fear put a diamond choker around her neck.

“Down.” Fear snapped his fingers.

Solo lowered herself to her knees without a word.

Two slaves remained on the one side of the room. Taren still couldn’t muster the strength to pick Jace.

“Miss Twist, you can—”

Twist cut Taren off. “Fine.”

Twist stormed to the two women. She looked at Sweetheart up and down before studying Bambi. “I like your style.” She pulled out a small chain. “Put this on.” She handed it to Bambi.

Bambi started to wrap the chain around her wrist.

“No.” Twist pointed down. “Ankle.” She didn’t bother to inspect her work. Twist returned to the line.

After Bambi affixed the chain around her ankle she took her kneeling spot in front of Twist.

Jace glanced at Taren. “Do I need to wait for you to let me go to my slave?”

Taren heard the bite in his voice. Unable to speak, she shook her head.

Jace strolled up to Sweetheart, who firmed up her smile when he got in front of her.

“Sucks being picked last, huh?” Jace offered a small smile to the remaining slave. He pushed her dark hair from in front of her face and tucked it behind her ears. “Let’s see your pretty face. What’s your name?”

“Sweetheart.”

Jace shook his head. “I don’t want to know your scene name right now. What’s your name?”

Sweetheart glanced at Taren and Macabre before returning her attention to Jace. “Um, Nikki.”

“Nice to meet you, Nikki.” He held out his hand to her.

With some reluctance, she shook his hand. 

“I’ll call you Sweetheart during a scene, okay?”

Sweetheart nodded. “Yes, sir. What should I call you?”

He leaned down and whispered something to her.

Unlike Slinky, she didn’t giggle. Her knees buckled and she would have fallen to the floor if Jace didn’t wrap his arm around her waist. He held her up as he continued sharing something intimate with her. When he finally pulled back, he held up his hand and removed a ring he had on his right hand. She slipped it on the only finger that it would fit on her, her thumb. Then he took her hand and led her back to the line with the other Dominants.

When Sweetheart started to lower herself to her knees, he stopped her. Jace wrapped his arm around her waist and held her next to him. The intimate connection drove Taren to look away.

“With that task down, the next will be to come up with your contracts.” Macabre let out a loud cackle. “It’ll be interesting what you all will include in them.”

“And cut.” Kitty hopped from her chair. “Great take. Awesome drama.”

“Yeah. Great.” Bubbles stood and walked away.

“Dominants, find a comfortable spot to write out your contracts. We have people here to type them out for you.” Kitty turned to the slaves. “House slaves, be available for your Dominants now. The game has changed.”

It sure had. Taren’s curiosity became piqued with Jace’s actions. She followed the slaves to one of their rooms. They each plopped down on a bed, some hit the floor.

“What a day.” Bambi fanned her face.

“I think I’m going to like this game.” Sandy glanced at her new adornment.

“It’s for the show. Don’t look into it any more than that.” Bubbles shook her head.

“Yeah, why were you so opposed to being with Lord No?” Solo asked. “He’s probably rough as hell, but he has a great ass.”