Third Chance (8 page)

The warmth in her voice soothed him and he nodded to Master Chris. “I’m with you.”

Master Chris looked up at Emma, and Ryan swore he could feel the sexual vibes coming off the other man. “Everything is fine. Ryan and I were just sharing some…memories of our last time together. You really do have superb taste in submissives.”

He looked over at Emma just in time to see her soft inhalation and the way her nipples puckered against the thing gold cloth of her dress. Yeah, that thought really turned her on, which only made Ryan want to give it to her all the more. He was going to totally ignore the fact that the thought of Master Chris working him over for Emma made a heated tingle race over his skin.

Denial wasn’t only a river in Egypt, said the chorus girl to the bishop.

The amused look in Master Chris’ eyes irritated Ryan and he pulled his hand away before settling back into his seat, trying to tell himself he wasn’t avoiding Master Chris’ gaze because he was afraid of how he would react.

Emma sat down next to him, an impish smile curving her glossy pink lips. “You look a little flustered.”

“Who wouldn’t be flustered in the face of such beauty?”

She laughed, then slid her hand over his thigh to grip his dick in a way that had him choking on a groan. “Mmmm, nice. I wonder, is it for me or for Master Chris?”

That statement irritated him and he gently grasped her wrist, lifting her hand from his lap so he could kiss her knuckles. “Everything I do is for you, Emma. Even if another person is touching me it is at your command. It is your will that controls me, not theirs. I do this for your pleasure.”

“Me thinks he doth protest too much,” Master Chris said with a mocking laugh, but Emma ignored the other man.

“You know what the best part of that pretty declaration of devotion was?”

“No, what?”

“The fact that you meant every word.”

She gifted him with a soft, slow, and utterly destructive kiss that had his balls tightening. Their tongues briefly danced together, caressing each other in a smooth slide, before Emma once again leaned back into her seat, breaking their kiss. As Ryan took her in, the urge to thumb and pinch her erect nipples burned through him, but he kept his hands to himself, but it was hard.

Thankfully, Justan chose that moment to appear, and all eyes in the room turned to face him as he gave Moira a brazen grin. “Hope you don’t mind if I join the VIP party.”

Tonight Justan wore a pair of faded jeans and a black button-down shirt that was opened to show a slice of his chest. His two inch cookie monster blue Mohawk matched his eyes and he was almost as built as Ryan. Emma and Tanya suddenly giggled and he looked over at them as they obviously gossiped about Justan. When Ryan noticed that Master Chris was watching Justan with a great deal of interest, he really tried to tell himself that he wasn’t jealous Master Chris was openly checking out another guy.

With a sneer that would have made a queen proud, Moira lifted her chin. “I’ll have to make sure I lock the door after me next time.”

“Awww, come on, Red,” Justan chided in a way that brought a blush to Moira’s pale cheeks. “You know I’d just break in.”

“Fucking rude,” she muttered, then turned to her submissives for the evening, two built guys with dark hair who looked enough alike that they could have been related, and smiled. “My guests and I are ready to eat.”

What followed was a meal that would have done any five-star restaurant proud. Ryan had a good time talking and laughing with Emma’s friends, and he was happy to see his woman relax. The usual spark of fire had returned to her gaze, and as she mercilessly teased Justan about his hair with Moira, Ryan found himself watching her with a growing happiness in his heart. She was so vibrant and full of life. He was one lucky man to be here with her.

When Emma glanced over at him, she smiled and a light entered her eyes that wasn’t there for anyone else. “What do you think, Ryan? Should Justan get rid of the Mohawk?”

He glanced over at his friend, then shrugged. “Nah, it looks good on him.”

“I agree,” Master Chris murmured and if Ryan hadn’t been looking at his friend, he wouldn’t have caught the hard flush that lit his cheeks before he looked down at his plate and speared a fork full of perfectly cooked salmon.

Before he could focus on his friends unusual reaction Emma put her hand on his knee. “You’re cute when you’re jealous.”

“What?”

Her smirk made him want to look away, but she gently cupped his chin then leaned in and whispered into his ear, “It’s okay. You know I find the idea of you and Master Chris together to be sinfully hot.”

Feeling unsure and more than a bit embarrassed, Ryan tried to move away, but Emma moved her hand from his chin to the back of his head and gripped tight as he whispered, “I have no idea what you’re talking about. I love you. I want you.”

“Yes,” Emma murmured in a soothing tone, “and because you know I find the idea of two men together intensely arousing, it turns you on as well.”

Ryan couldn’t think of anything to say to that which didn’t make him sound like an idiot, but Emma didn’t give him a chance. She took his hand beneath the table and slid it up her thigh, past her garters, to her bare pussy. Jesus Christ, she wasn’t wearing panties. Nothing but slick, wet flesh met his stroking fingertips. His arousal surged to life and he bit back a growl as she rested her head against his chest, shifting her hips into his touch.

“So wet.” He whispered while he circled her clit. “I love how wet you get for me.”

“I want to push your boundaries tonight,” she whispered into his ear. “Will you let me do that?”

“Absolutely.”

“Do you mind if Master Chris touches you?”

The desire in Emma’s voice was Ryan’s undoing. “No, I don’t mind if he touches me, but I do have one request.”

Emma squirmed in her seat and he fought the urge to bite her neck while he tore her dress off her body. “What’s that?”

“Can it be in a private room?”

The muscles of her body stiffened and Ryan worried that he’d said something to remind her about her stalker, but then she relaxed. “Of course. Let me talk with Master Chris. Ryan, I promise you, I’m going to make tonight amazing for you.”

He laughed, breaking any lingering tension as he dropped a kiss on Emma’s lips. “Every moment of my life has been amazing since I met you.”

Her pretty blush was sweet, but even sweeter was her whispered, “I love you.”

An hour later, Ryan stood before a wall with a series of holes at groin height with his Mistress freaking out next to him. Emma clutched his hand hard enough that her nails dug into her skin, but Ryan caught her repeatedly looking at the security cameras in the corners. Emma had been fine until she realized that someone could be watching her in the control room, and from that point she’d been in a downward spiral that he’d so far been unable to snap her out of. It wasn’t as if she were running around while screaming and tearing at her hair, but her usual social grace was absent and he could see the light sheen of sweat on her face.

Master Chris had noticed it as well, and while Tanya picked up any lulls in conversation and filled them with her bright chatter, Master Chris had stayed within range of them, easily moving through the crowd without being obvious about it. When Emma had fled to the bathroom to presumably regroup with Tanya hot on her heels, Master Chris had quietly spoken with Ryan about his observations. While part of Ryan had wanted to bundle Emma away and bring her home, he knew she’d never forgive herself for what she would view as running away from her fears.

Damn stubborn woman was pushing herself too hard, and he didn’t know how to snap her back to the real world instead of the dark one her mind wanted to invent around her.

Fortunately, Master Chris had suggested a room he knew Emma loved.

The Glory Hole room.

Two men were pressed to the wall, both of them Masters, and by their groans and grimaces whatever was on the other side of that wall was intensely pleasurable. Ryan glanced at the specially made wall, then back to Emma. Her shoulders had eased a bit and some mischief had returned to her gaze when Tanya whispered into her ear. That did not bode well for Ryan, so even though he was relieved Emma had managed to repair the holes in her psyche, his dick twitched at the thought of all the depravity those two could dream up.

Thank God Master Chris hadn’t come in the room with them, because if he had, he was sure the other man would take great delight in tormenting him.

An idea that both tempted and scared him.

Damn, it wasn’t that he was homophobic, but the’d never been attracted to a man before. Hell, he’d served his trainer with another man, Kevin, who was her permanent sub without any problems. Even though the man had been good-looking, and they’d literally had their bodies grinding against each other as they’d double-penetrated their Mistress, Ryan had never wanted the man as anything more than a partner. But with Master Chris…something about the blond-haired and bearded man just appealed to Ryan on a base level. There was an undeniable air of power around him that was like the masculine flavor of Emma’s domination.

Fuck, did he want to sexually submit to Master Chris?

Eager to turn his thoughts away from his screwed anxieties, Ryan returned his attention to the wall and took a step closer to examine it, while Emma watched him with increasing interest. The holes were lined with some kind of soft black rubber and the inside of the box was dark, so he couldn’t see what was on the other side of the wall. The scent of sex filled the air and Ryan reacted on a primal level, drawing in the sensuality around them beneath Emma’s watchful gaze. When he glanced over at her, he found Tanya had gone, leaving them alone together. While they were still dressed, most everyone around them was either naked or dressed in fetish wear. While Moira and her VIP guests had dinner, the rest of the people invited got to play in the dungeon with whoever struck their fancy.

When Emma strolled over to him, her hips working every step, his hips gave an involuntary thrust of pleasure. “Interesting choice of rooms.”

He swallowed hard, hoping Master Chris was right that this room would appeal to Emma because of her love of showing him off. Ryan knew Emma was an exhibitionist, their last public scene together had proved that in spades, but he hadn’t realized how much she loved to show off the strength of their trust, their love to other people. And they certainly had an audience watching them. He stood a little taller, almost feeling the hungry caress of a nearby petite black female submissive staring at the crotch of his pants.

A proprietary look came over Emma’s beautiful face as she reached out and squeezed Ryan firm enough to drag a groan from deep in his chest. “Mmmm, nice and hard.”

“Always, for you.”

“Do you want to do this, Ryan?” Emma whispered with enough temptation in her voice to make the devil proud. “Put your cock through that hole and have some random stranger lick you? I won’t allow you to come, of course, but I do want to watch you take your pleasure in whatever talented mouth you get to fuck. Think about it, some random stranger that absolutely loves sucking dick, worshiping you for me.”

Perspiration wet his brow as he braced he allowed her to turn him fully and placed his hands on the wall. “My pleasure is yours, Mistress. I love you.”

With a low moan, she moved behind him and lined his pelvis with the hole before reaching in and unzipping him then pulling throbbing his shaft out. Just the touch of her hand had him thrusting into her fist and he knew keeping his orgasm at bay was gonna be a bitch. He tensed, his pelvis now pressed to the wall, his hard erection jerking as he tried to imagine what was going to happen. At first there was nothing, then came the softest of lips brushing against the head of his cock as if they were placing butterfly kisses there.

His balls tightened as Emma murmured against his back. “Tell me what you’re feeling.”

It was a struggle to think as whoever was in the box began to slowly suck his dick into their mouth. Gentle, wet suction that he felt down to his toes. “Hot. Whoever it is, their mouth is very warm. They’re trying to take me right now, but struggling to get me down their throat.”

“Give me your hand.”

He did as asked, and was rewarded by Emma pressing his fingers to her pussy. “Play with me.”

The person inside the box had added their hand now, and Ryan wasn’t sure if it was just his imagination, but it felt like a guy’s hand. Big and rough as it stroked him with a twist that had him gritting his teeth. His mind flashed to Master Chris and his balls drew up tight as he imagined the other man working him. Whoever it was, they knew how to expertly work his cock. The thought of a man doing this to him gave the encounter an extra-kinky thrill, and he rubbed his thumb in a tight circle over Emma’s hard clit, knowing her body well enough to give her exactly what she needed to climax, and she needed to do it fast. The stranger had managed to deep throat him now, and Ryan was pretty sure he felt what was a man’s bearded face pressed into his pelvis as he took Ryan all the way to the root and hummed.

“Holy fuck,” Ryan gasped out while the man inside the box swallowed around him.

“What, Ryan? Tell me,” Emma panted while he pinched and pulled at her clit. “Your muscles are so tense, so hard. What is happening that has you on edge?”

“Deep throat…so fucking deep.” He dropped his voice to a whisper.” I think it’s a guy doing it. Beard scratching against my balls.”

Emma moaned loudly, then clutched at Ryan’s hand, rocking her hips against his fingers without shame as she began to shudder through her orgasm, leaning back against the wall for support as Ryan watched her eyes roll back in her head. The man touching him began to lick the head of Ryan’s shaft as he jerked him hard and quick, making Ryan’s balls ache to be emptied over that talented tongue. The rasp of the beard added an erotic edge that threatened to make Ryan spill, so he jerked out of the hole before that burn in his spine moved to his balls. When he looked down at his engorged cock all shiny with spit, he had to grit his teeth to keep from giving in to the need to jerk himself off.