Slave To Love (43 page)

He saw Lord No storming into the room. A moment later, Bubbles followed. No took off his mask and threw it on a table. He got into Bubbles’s face and glared at her for a moment. When he grabbed her chin, Jace started to leave the closet, but Taren held him back.

“Wait. Please,” she whispered.

What the hell had Lord No done to make her change her perception of him? Just because he had a thing for a slave didn’t change his character.

Lord No made quick work of her flimsy nightgown. He pulled the straps down her arms and let it drop to the floor. He left her standing in the middle of the room in only her panties. Then he stood in front of her.

As he watched the action, Jace couldn’t help but take some liberties with Taren. He slipped his hand up to her breast and massaged it. He felt her body trembling, especially when he dragged his thumb over her pert nipple. In turn, she reached back and pulled him closer to her.

As though feeling their energy, Lord No reached out and grabbed Bubbles’s nipple. From her reaction, he must have been pinching it hard. She sucked air between her teeth and got up on her tiptoes.

He moved in closer to her and swatted her ass.

“Oh, God. More, more.” She pressed her body against his. “I missed this. I missed you.” She gazed up at him. “I missed you.”

Lord No released his hold on her nipple to frame her face in his hands. He pressed his lips against hers, which made her moan.

Jace never thought with how she had acted with him during the competition that Bubbles would like Lord No.

She broke from the kiss long enough to pull off  his shirt. He removed his shoes but stopped her before she got to his pants. He circled her body.

While he did that, Jace kissed the side of Taren’s face. He slid his hands up her shirt to get to her tits. He needed to feel them in his hands.

In the other room, Lord No stood behind Bubbles. He pulled her panties down so that she now stood naked in front of him. He started to undo his belt. He pulled it from the loop so that he held it in his hands.

He strolled in front of her while holding the belt. Probably to anyone else, the scene would look menacing. Bubbles licked her lips. She damn near paced in her spot.

“I have been a bad girl.” She nodded her head.

Jace could feel her excitement from across the room.

Lord No pulled the desk chair out and pointed to the back of it. Bubbles held the back and took a couple of steps back to assume a bending position.

He didn’t spank her at first. He ran the belt over her back and ass. Bubbles must have liked the touch. She cooed and damn near melted into the carpeted floor. No put his hand on her shoulder, brought his hand back, and gave her a solid smack across her ass.

“Yes!” She tilted her head and rubbed her face against his hand.

Lord No gave her two more solid hits. While he spanked his slave. Jace reached under Taren’s bra and squeezed her nipples. He heard her breath catch. She started rubbing her body up and down his. Jace didn’t want to take this woman in a closet of all places, but he wanted her so badly. He could understand Lord No’s need.

After two more spanks with his belt, No threw it to the floor. While Bubbles tried catching her breath, he undid his pants and pulled them down so that he stood in the room naked with her.

Lord No spun Bubbles around. He glared at her again, but this time Jace understood the intent. He pulled her to the floor. Within a blink of an eye, he had nestled himself between her thick thighs and entered her roughly.

Bubbles arched her back and held onto his arms. “Yes! The best. So good.”

Lord No pulled back almost to the tip before he slammed into her again and again. She wrapped her legs around his.

Not content to let them be the only ones having fun, Jace slid his hand down into Taren’s panties until he found her clit. Her soaked pussy welcomed his nimble digits as he circled her hardened nub.

“Jace,” she hissed.

“Shh. We don’t want to get caught.” He continued playing with her tit while he stimulated her clit.

Lord No continued thrusting in her until Jace noticed him slowing down. He saw No shaking his head at Bubbles. Bubbles thrashed her feet. He lowered his head and licked her nipple at the same time she screamed.

No pulled out of her. He got to his feet and pulled her up. As soon as he sat on a chair, Bubbles climbed on top of him. She helped guide him inside of her, then she gyrated her body on him. In that position, No grabbed a handful of her golden hair and pulled her head back. He licked the column of her neck while she continued to ride him.

Jace felt Taren trembling so much, he worried that she would be cracking soon. He needed to give her some relief just like he needed it. He had to figure out a way to do it and not get caught.

Bubbles held the back of the chair while Lord No spanked her ass. She nodded her head and kept her body moving. This time No nodded as well. He thrust in deep and held himself there while he wrapped his arms around her waist. She screamed until it dialed down to a sultry moan.

“Why won’t you leave me?” She shook her head and rested it on his shoulder. “We weren’t supposed to see each other again.”

No pulled her back to look at her face. He stared at her and smiled.

“Say it.” She framed his face in her hands. “Tell me.”

Lord No shook his head.

“Talk to me. Please.”

When No remained silent, Bubbles stood. She grabbed her nightgown and panties. She threw the items on and glared at him before leaving.

“Say something. It would make a difference.” Bubbles ran her hand through his hair while he continued sitting. “Don’t make me give up on you again.”

He looked at her for a moment before she left the room. As soon as the door slammed, No covered his eyes with the heels of his hands and leaned back in the chair.

Lord No stood and got dressed slowly. Jace wanted him to hurry so that he could finish what he had started with Taren. As soon as he slipped his feet into his shoes, he walked out of the guesthouse.

Taren opened the closet door, but Jace had more in store for her. While he pulled off her top and skirt, she worked on his pajamas. As much as he wanted to get her to the bed, his need wouldn’t let him. He corralled her down to the floor.

As he entered her, he looked her in her eyes. “I’m in this for the long haul. I won’t give up.” He kissed her. “I won’t give up.”

He hoped she understood what that meant.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

On a high from last night’s activities, Taren bounded down to the dining room the next morning expecting to find the last three slaves eating breakfast. She wanted to pull Bubbles aside and let her know about the deal she had made with Lord No. After her time with Lord No, she understood Bubbles’s reaction to him.

When Taren got to the dining room, she only saw Fear with Solo kneeling behind him. She peered through the dungeon to look out the window and caught Jace and Lord No by the pool with Sweetheart and Bubbles. Damn.

“Have a seat.” Fear pointed to a chair across from him.

“No, thank you. I’ll go outside with the other—”

He cut off her thought. “Sit. Down.” He wiped his mouth. “We haven’t spent a lot of time together. I’d like us to do that.”

Taren hesitated. She looked out of the back window again to see if she could make it to witnesses at least. The film crew hadn’t arrived yet.

“Sit.” Fear picked up his fork and knife.

The knife made her nervous. Taren pulled a chair back and sat on the edge.

“Good.” He cut into his rare steak. Juices from it spilled onto his plate. “Tell me a little about you, Taren. Like about your name. Where did that come from? So unusual.”

Taren cleared her throat. She thought she would be more comfortable if she had some food in her stomach. She reached for a plate of eggs.

“Put that down. I didn’t say you could eat.” Fear pointed to the plate.

Taren held the plate. Her will refused to let it go. “No.” She scooped some eggs on her plate and placed it back on the table.

“Excuse me?” Fear leapt from his chair and ran over to her.

Taren didn’t look at him. She couldn’t. She remained in her spot. Occasionally, she peeked over at Solo, who kept her gaze down to the floor.

“Look at me.” Fear stood next to Taren.

She felt his heat permeating through is clothing. Taren turned her head and looked up at his face. The black mask he wore did little to ease her discomfort. With lightning speed, he grabbed her chin. Taren couldn’t help but gasp.

“You are very strong-willed.” He leaned down and put his face directly in front of hers. “Some Dom looking for a submissive will be very happy.” He licked the side of her face before letting her go.

As fast as she could, Taren snatched up a napkin from the table, knocking some utensils to the floor in the process, and wiped Fear’s slimy trail he’d left on her. Now she lost her appetite.

Fear resumed his seat and continued with his breakfast. “Your name.”

“Named after my maternal grandfather.” She balled the napkin and threw it on the table.

“See. We do have something in common.” Fear smiled, which even behind his mask, looked diabolical.

“Your grandfather was named Fear, too?” She smiled at her ridiculous joke.

“Frederick.” He took a sip of his coffee. “You know why I chose the moniker Fear as my scene name?”

“Isn’t it self-explanatory?” She crossed her arms and leaned back in her chair. “You want to frighten newbies like me. And I’m sure to draw play bottoms to you, you’ll lure them by telling them that they should face their fear. It’s all very on-the-nose if you ask me.”

“I’m glad I did ask you.” He shook his head. Then he picked up a piece of bacon and fed it to Solo, who had been silent the entire time. “I want you to think back to middle school up to high school. Were you the cheerleader? The brain? The hero athlete? Teacher’s pet?” He leaned forward. “Maybe you were the bully. You were the one who like to humiliate the weak-minded students, the ones who went to school every day begging that their tormentor would just leave them alone for one day. Or maybe you’re the one getting bullied. You count down the days until the end of school on the first day of school. You beg your parents to be moved to a different school or be home schooled.” He stroked Solo’s hair. “You hustle out of class as soon as the bell rings to get to the bus so that you’re not trapped in the back where it’s show time for the tormentors.” He pushed his plate away. “You can classify me in one of those categories. I guarantee you, it’s not where you think.”

Taren watched Fear stand and stroll around the table. She found it hard to believe that he could be that bullied kid. Then again, her parents had found it difficult to comprehend why Taren would want to do a show like this, be involved in a lifestyle like this. Everyone had secrets.

“School sucked for everyone.” Taren shook her head. “If you’re the smart one, you feel the pressure to keep up the great grades. If you’re the athlete, you’re representing the entire school. A win or loss is all based on you. If you’re the bully, you have no friends. You just have people around you who are afraid of catching your wrath. And if you’re the bully’s victim, you feel alone. None of those categories has an upside.”

“Yes, there is.” Fear wore a white t-shirt and tan slacks. He put his hands to his hips when he faced her and almost looked like a superhero. “In every one of those categories, the person learns to become better. If you’re smart, you want to be smarter. If you’re strong, you want to be stronger. If you’re weak, you learn to fight.” He approached her. “You fight through your fears. That’s how I came up with the name.” He turned his back on her and walked toward the dungeon. “Solo.”

Solo stood and hurried behind him.

“Taren.”

Taren didn’t think she would have responded the way she did. As soon as Fear uttered her name, she jumped up to her feet and followed him to the dungeon.

“I use my nature to either push people away or draw them to me. They either don’t want anything to do with me or they want to challenge me.” Fear smiled as he stared at Taren. “I’ve never had a submissive. I’ve only worked with slaves who did everything I commanded. It’s easy.” He pointed to Taren. “You would have been a challenge.”

“Would have been?” Taren cocked her head.

“I can see the writing on the wall. We’re down to the top three. You’ve put me in the bottom before.”

“So? I’ve done the same with Master.”

Fear smirked. “We watched him watching you in the guesthouse last night. He wants you. I suspect you want him. Just know that I’m not a quitter. Never have been. Never will be. I could be good for you if you let me.” He picked up a cane and stared at it before bringing his attention to her. “We could learn together.” He sat the cane down on the counter and approached her. “You can have sex with whomever you want. All I want is a Dominant/submissive relationship. It’s a partnership. I want that. I didn’t think I did before this experience. I do now.” Fear pointed to the door that led outside. “Go eat breakfast before it gets cold.”

Solo opened it for him and followed him to the pool area. As soon as the door closed behind him, Taren exhaled and slumped down on the platform. Fear proved to be as intense even without trying. She fanned her face at the same time the crew appeared.

Like a hurricane, Kitty blew in with her hair in strange spikes over her head and a wrist full of black and spiked bangles. She came straight to Taren. “Are you ready, kid?”

“I’m ready for anything. And don’t call me kid.” Taren clenched her jaw.

“Fine. Whatever. Go on upstairs to get ready.” Kitty held up two fingers. “Two things. You will only be in a robe and nothing else. And I wouldn’t go crazy with the hair and makeup. I have a feeling you’ll be sweating a lot today.”

Holy shit. Taren couldn’t complain. She’d been wanting to be played with completely. Not shown some things here and there. But a full on play scene. She would get it.