The Keyholder (6 page)

Harry and Jack escorted the women down to the basement. Payment had already been handled through the Master Keyholder, as well as the basic scene negotiation, which for tonight included the hard limits of no blood drawn, and no sexual intercourse, though oral was okay with both girls.

The girls stood side by side in the center of the medical dungeon, the blond, Leah, looking a little nervous, the brunette, Brooke, alert but calm. Harry produced a small single tail whip from the duffel he’d brought along and snapped it in the air, making Leah jump slightly, and Brooke’s eyes widen.

Harry had dressed for the evening in black leather pants and a black knit turtleneck. Jack had worn jeans and work boots, a black T-shirt beneath his leather jacket. “Stand at attention, arms behind your backs,” Harry snapped, punctuating his words with another crack of the whip.

Leah was wearing a red leather bustier and matching miniskirt, her pale, slender legs bare, her high heels also of red leather. Brooke wore a cream-colored satiny blouse, beneath which it was evident she wore no bra. Her large, heavy breasts strained against the fabric, her dark nipples clearly outlined. The blouse was tucked into a black velvet skirt that went to her knees, but was slit up either side to mid-thigh. They both looked good—very good—and Jack’s cock hardened with anticipation of the evening’s fun.

After making sure everyone was on the same page regarding the girls’ stated limits and the guys’ expectations, Harry outlined the terms of the scene. “We’ve decided to engage in a little friendly competition,” he said. “But the competition won’t be between Master Jack and me. It will be between the two of you. You’ll both strip naked and we’ll cuff one wrist, while leaving the other free. You will stand side by side and each hold on to either end of this.” He pulled a curled length of red ribbon from his pocket and shook it out to its three-foot length.

“Master Jack and I will put you through a few, uh, exercises”—an evil grin flashed white against his olive skin—“and the first girl to drop the ribbon loses. So no matter what we do to you, your goal is to hold on to that ribbon. Any questions?”

“Uh, what happens to the loser?” Leah asked. Her voice was small and high and Jack wondered suddenly how old she was. He was glad he would be paired with Brooke, who looked closer to thirty than twenty, which suited him better.

“She will be punished, of course,” Harry replied, not elaborating. Leah bit her lip and fidgeted. Brooke’s expression remained calm. She didn’t plan to lose, Jack could see.

The girls stripped, revealing their pretty, smooth bodies. They were a lovely study in contrasts—Leah petite, small-breasted and blond, Brooke taller, more curvaceous, her skin a rich caramel hue. Brooke had a small tattoo of a butterfly on her left hip. Leah had the words
Master’s Property
tattooed over her small, pert ass. Where was that Master now, Jack wondered, though of course he didn’t ask. It was none of his business. They were there to scene, nothing more.

Harry selected two butterfly vibrators along with their remote controls from an old-fashioned, freestanding porcelain medical cabinet. He removed the sterilized toys from their packaging. “You know what these are, right?”

Leah nodded.

“Yes, Sir,” Brooke replied.

“Let’s make this fun,” Harry said, flashing a grin at the girls. “You’ll put these on each other,” he instructed as he handed each girl a butterfly. Jack and Harry watched as first Brooke, and then Leah, held out the panty-like contraption comprised of elastic bands that slipped over the hips and each thigh, the soft rubber butterfly-shaped vibrator serving as its crotch.

Brooke was fairly no-nonsense in her approach, arranging the elastic bands over Leah’s narrow hips and slender thighs and then positioning the butterfly between her legs. “Arch forward,” she instructed Leah, who complied, giving a little theatrical shudder as Brooke pressed the soft rubber between her labia.

When it was Leah’s turn, she knelt submissively before Brooke and drew the bands slowly and suggestively up the brunette’s long, lovely legs. She glanced back coquettishly at the men as she worked. Once the vibrator was in place, she leaned forward and kissed the purple plastic butterfly.

“Nice touch,” Harry said approvingly. “I like a girl who shows a little enthusiasm.” Leah beamed. Brooke’s face remained impassive. What was going on in her head, Jack wondered.

The girls stood side by side as Harry and Jack cuffed Leah’s left wrist and Brooke’s right wrist to chains hanging from the ceiling for the purpose. Harry had each girl take hold of one end of the ribbon with her free hand.

As they stood in front of the beautiful, naked girls, Jack tried to imagine signing on as a sub for hire, agreeing to scene with a stranger for money. While he could call the shots and control the scene, these young women were putting themselves in a far more vulnerable position, though at least in this situation they knew the players could be trusted and the scenes would be safe, sane and consensual. Still, theirs was a particular sort of courage he honestly didn’t know if he had, and he silently admired them for it.

“Remind us of your safewords,” he said. “Leah?”

“Tomato,” she said, looking pleased with herself.

He nodded toward Brooke. “And you?”

“Ice water, Sir.”

“Tomato. Ice water,” he repeated, wondering how they’d picked their words. “Okay. We don’t expect you to have to use them, but if, at any point, you feel the action is too intense, and we aren’t getting your cues that it needs to stop, you use your safeword, okay?”

“Yes, Master Jack,” Leah replied, her cornflower blue eyes wide.

“Yes, Sir,” Brooke agreed with a small nod.

Satisfied, Jack went to the whip rack and selected two floggers, as well as a second single tail that matched the one Harry had brought with him. Harry turned the remotes on low, and the butterflies whirred to life. Leah giggled again and shifted from foot to foot. Brooke drew in a breath.

“This is not about getting you off,” Jack informed them, his dominant persona now fully engaged. “The intent here is to mix the pleasure with the pain, and thus heighten the experience of both. If you feel you are about to come, you will tell us immediately. If you do orgasm without permission, it’s an automatic disqualifier. Are we clear?”

“Yes, Sir,” the girls replied in unison, Leah a little breathily, Brooke in a low, self-assured voice that was in itself a sort of challenge, one Jack looked forward to taking.

The men took up their positions behind the subs, floggers at the ready. They spent several pleasurable minutes warming the girls’ asses and thighs. Leah’s fair skin reddened quickly. Brooke’s took longer to darken, the result less obvious against her tan flesh.

Once they were thoroughly warmed up, Jack said to Harry, “Ready to ratchet things up a notch?”

“You bet,” Harry enthused, and Jack couldn’t help but notice the sizable bulge at the other man’s groin, which matched his own raging erection. Harry increased the intensity level on the butterfly remotes to medium. Both girls reacted, Leah with a titter and more fidgeting, Brooke with a sudden clench of her ass cheeks, though after a moment she relaxed again. The ribbon, Jack noted, was still taut between them.

“Remember the rules,” Harry said, as they resumed their position behind the subs, single tails in hand. “Don’t come without permission. And don’t let go of the ribbon.”

Harry and Jack wielded their whips in unison, the sound of the leather tips flicking sharply against soft flesh cracking in the air. It wasn’t long before dark red welts appeared on Leah’s already reddened skin. She began to pant, her hips moving in an erotic gyration.

Brooke moaned softly, a tremor moving through her body when Jack’s whip snaked across her thighs.
Finally
, Jack thought,
a reaction
. He struck her other thigh and she drew in a sharp hiss of breath. Jack loved the play of sound and movement as the whip cracked, her flesh jiggled, and she moaned, a guttural grunt of pain and lust that hardened his cock.

Harry nudged Jack’s shoulder, startling him. “Let’s switch,” he murmured, gesturing that they should change places. Jack didn’t really want to, but he didn’t want to be rude, and so he acquiesced.

Leah was mewling, her body trembling with approaching orgasm. She clenched the ribbon in her small fist, and her body was bathed in sweat. She groaned and shuddered.

Focusing fully on the lovely blonde, Jack struck her with the tail several times in succession. Leah squealed and, without warning, suddenly jerked and twisted to the side. It was too late to stop the stroke, which as a result of her unexpected movement, missed its mark and landed instead across her belly, leaving a thin, white line that rapidly turned to dark, angry red.

Leah howled and let go of the ribbon, reaching with her free hand for the spot the whip had marked. “Ow! Oh fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!” she swore, her voice edging toward hysteria, though she didn’t use her safeword.

Nevertheless, Jack dropped his whip and reached quickly for her cuff, tearing open the Velcro closures. Harry had dropped his whip as well, and he had moved to retrieve the remotes, which he clicked off.

Jack wrapped his arms around the still trembling girl and pulled her close.

“You dropped the ribbon, you naughty girl,” Harry snapped. “You must be punished.”

“In a minute,” Jack said softly. “Let her calm down.” To Leah, he murmured soothingly, “Shh, it’s okay, Leah. The skin’s not broken. You’re okay. You moved out of position. I’m sorry that happened.”

“It was her fault, not yours,” Harry interrupted. “Stop coddling the girl. She’s a pro, for god’s sake.”

Jack wasn’t at all sure that was true. Ignoring Harry, he said, “Are you okay, Leah? You want to continue or do you need to stop?” He noticed Brooke out of the corner of his eye. Still cuffed, she was watching them with a bemused, superior expression.

“I-I’m okay,” Leah said, her voice catching. “Master Harry is right. It was my fault. I shouldn’t have jerked like that. I don’t want to stop the scene, Sir. I’m sorry.”

Jack let her go and stepped back. Harry moved to Leah and pointed to the ground, his tone stern, “Kneel and await my decree, sub girl.”

She dropped prettily to her knees and lowered her head, but not before Jack saw the smirk on her pretty face. Harry caught Jack’s eye, a grin flashing over his face.

It’s all a game, just a game for them both.
The realization stuck like a lump in Jack’s throat. He swallowed hard and admonished himself. Of course it was just a game—what else could it be? They were all strangers, satisfying a kink, earning a buck. There was no harm in that.

As Harry patted Leah’s blond head, Jack released Brooke’s wrist cuff. She still held the red ribbon in her free hand as she waited patiently for the scene to continue.

Leaving the girls for a moment, Harry gestured for Jack to follow him a distance from them. He glanced at his watch. “We still have thirty-five minutes. Okay with you if we split up? I’ll take Leah. I’ve got something in mind for her punishment involving a little doctor-patient play. The water dungeon is available—I checked.”

“Sure,” Jack agreed, pleased at the idea of some alone time with Brooke. “I’ve been wanting to try it out. If Brooke’s game, that is.”

They returned to the girls. Harry oversaw the removal of the butterflies, which the girls dropped into the sink in the small bathroom that adjoined the dungeon, while Jack put away the gear.

Harry put his arm around Leah’s shoulders and hustled her out of the dungeon, intoning, “Time for your punishment, you naughty, naughty girl. The doctor will see you now.”

“Yes, Master Harry. Yes, Sir, thank you, Sir!” Leah breathed in her high, girlish voice.”

“Gather your things,” Jack instructed Brooke. “No need to dress just yet,” he added, admiring her ass as she bent to retrieve her clothing. With a last glance at Harry, who was already busy strapping Leah down on the exam table, Jack led Brooke out of the room, closing the door softly behind them.

He stopped just outside the water dungeon and turned to Brooke. “Tell me, do you like water play?”

A flash of something moved over her features—desire, fear? Whatever it was, it was gone in an instant, replaced by her prior implacable calm. “Whatever pleases you, Sir. I seek only to obey.”

“What’s your background in the scene?”
And who are you, really? What makes you tick? What matters to you? What moves you?
Instinctively he knew she wouldn’t welcome these questions. This was a job for her. He had no right to probe.

“I’ve always enjoyed BDSM play but mostly I just hang out at the clubs. This is my first professional sub gig. I hope I’m pleasing you, Sir.” Her words were correct, but her affect was curiously flat, the opposite of the breathy, giddy Leah.

Jack nodded, annoyed with himself for wanting more than this woman could be expected to give. After all, he knew what he was getting when he agreed to the joint scene with Harry. Things would be better when he found someone who shared his need for romance and passion along with the eroticism of scene BDSM.

“You have pleased me so far, Brooke,” he assured her. He would make the best of the remaining time. Maybe he’d even manage to get a reaction beyond obedience from this lovely but reserved young woman. “Let’s see how you handle a little water play.” Again the look of fear, sparked with desire, flitted over her face. Smiling, Jack took her hand.

They stepped into the water dungeon, the clicking sound of Brooke’s heels echoing in the tiled room. “Oh,” Brooke breathed, the word apparently pulled from her before she could stop it. She stared at the submersion tank, which looked like a large fish aquarium, its sides made of thick, clear Plexiglas. Along the outside it was bordered by a laminated wooden platform for ease of entry into the water. A molded plastic bench had been built into either end inside the tank. A high table stood along the backside of the tank, various cuffs, blindfolds, chains and erotic torture toys neatly arrayed and waiting for use.

Jack had arranged with Phillip to make sure the tank was heated that evening, and wisps of steam rose from the water, the faint smell of chlorine in the air. He looked at Brooke. Color had seeped into her cheeks and splashed across her chest, and she seemed mesmerized as she continued to stare at the tank.