Cherise Sinclair - Breaking Free

William turned to look, and his eyes widened. “Really? I thought they were already taken.”

“Nope. If a Dom leaves his sub over there, he’ll chain her, so there’s no question about her availability.”

“Damn. Now that’s good to know.” William gave the subs an assessing look, and she could see that he might be a decent Dom after all. He had that… She gasped as Nolan pinched her nipple, making both her breast and her clit throb.

“You have the prettiest breasts,” he murmured in her ear, his thumbs rubbing over the peaks. “And I brought decorations for them.” Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a pair of nipple clamps, held them up in front of her. Tweezer-type like before, these had little bells at the end.

Oh, man . Quivers woke inside her in anticipation of the pain…in anticipation of the excitement.

He turned her around and attached one, watching her face as he moved the little ring up to tighten the clamp. As the pressure grew from stimulating to painful, he stopped and loosened it slightly. He did the other the same way.

“All right?” He studied her.

She wet her lips as the pressure in her nipples sent erotic messages to her clit, making her even wetter. And when he flicked one bell, making it tinkle, a surge of need shot through her.

“Definitely all right,” he murmured with a slow smile. He rang the other bell, one hand on her upper arm to keep her from moving away. “You know, I’d planned to play at the bondage table, but I just remembered this very interesting rope job I saw in the dungeon. On the sling.”

His thumb stroked her mouth, slid inside, and she sucked.

“I saw a great way to tie a sub, legs up and bent so”-he bent and whispered in her ear-“you’re very, very open to anything I want to do.”

A wave of heat ran through her, and she bit his finger.

With a chuckle, he moved his hand and put his arm around her waist. He said to William, “I’ve been considering getting a sling for my dungeon. Might as well test-drive one here.”

“Don’t waste your time,” said a man in an ugly voice.

Beth stiffened. The Dom she’d picked up last month when hoping to avoid Nolan stood beside William, sneering at her. “She looks pretty, but she’s frigid as an iceberg. And dry as the desert.”

As William gaped, Beth turned her face away, not wanting a confrontation. After all, the Dom was right; at least, that’s how she had been for him.

She felt Nolan’s arm flex then relax. “Really?” Nolan’s voice sounded like he’d eaten gravel for breakfast. “Interesting similes, I’d have to say. Now me… I found her hotter than the desert, and when all that ice melts, it leaves her really wet.” His arm around her waist firmed to keep her in place as he slid his free hand under her G-string and through the wetness there. She quivered, trying not to move. After holding up his glistening fingers, he put them in his mouth. “Mmm. Nothing like it.”

The Dom’s face reddened. Mouth set in a nasty line, he turned away and came face-to-face with Master Z.

Master Z’s eyes had the color and warmth of slate, and although his voice was soft, the anger in it cut like a blade. “Donald. I would like a word with you. Now.”

The Dom turned pale.

So did William. He gazed after the two men. “Whoa. I don’t know Z that well, but I’ve never seen him look like that.”

Nolan pulled Beth in front of him, her back against his chest. Wrapping his arms around her, he kissed the top of her head. “Being angry at a sub because a scene goes bad or you don’t get the response you want isn’t the mark of a good Dom. And insulting a woman for any reason is the mark of an asshole.”

William nodded. “I agree with you there.” He smiled at Beth, glanced at Nolan. “I’m going to grab one of the subs over there. It was nice meeting you two.”

“Have fun,” Nolan said, then squeezed Beth affectionately until the air hissed out of her lungs. “Come, little rabbit, I hear a sling calling your name.” He grabbed his toy bag from behind the bar and towed her behind him through the crowd to the back of the huge room and then down the hallway to the dungeon.

When they entered, most of the stations were in use. On the far left and right, subs hung from manacles embedded in the rock wall. Near the back, a Domme on the queen’s throne rested her feet on a beefy sub. The bondage table was empty. In center left, a male sub was suspended head-down, being whipped by his Dom. In the very center, a brunette sub stood on tiptoes straddling a pony board. From the way her legs were shaking, her legs would soon give out, and all her weight would press her pussy down on the edge of the board. Beth winced in sympathy.

Center right-a full body, leather sling with embedded D-rings, suspended from a rafter by four chains. Beth had never used one before, and she eyed it with a mixture of anticipation and worry.

Nolan glanced at the observers scattered around the dungeon, then looked at her. “Sugar, kneel beside the sling.”

Her heart sped up, knowing he’d gone into full master mode. He watched her with an impassive face as she knelt, and her bustier flapped open. She knew better than to try to close it. She looked up, caught Master’s frown, so she parted her legs more and set her hands on her thighs. And sighed. Once upon a time, taking this position would blank her mind until she didn’t care what happened. But with Sir, she cared. Every sense was alive, and her body was on edge.

He cleaned the sling thoroughly although the last user undoubtedly had also. From his toy bag, he pulled out long silk ties and hemp rope. Her stomach twisted. He was planning to restrain her. He hadn’t done that since the day Kyler abducted her. His gaze fell on her. “Breathe, sugar.”

She pulled in a breath.

“Come here.”

She walked over to him.

“I want the G-string and chaps gone.”

Biting her lip, she stripped her lower half, setting everything next to his toy bag.

“And the bustier.”

She shrugged out of it. Hands around her waist, he lifted her onto the sling, and the cold leather chilled her bottom. She wrapped her hands around the chains as the sling rocked.

His eyes kindled, and a smile softened his harsh face. “You look very pretty there,” he murmured. “Like a wartime poster of a naked woman on a swing.” After tossing his hat onto his bag, he patted his pocket where Beth could see the outline of a pair of scissors. After folding the hemp rope in half, he wrapped her, below her breasts, over her shoulders, between and then above her breasts, pulling until the rope squeezed snugly without being painful. She looked down. The ropes formed the outline of a square bra with no cups, pressing her breasts out from her rib cage.

“Never experienced shibari before?” He flicked the bells on her nipple clamps, making her moan. “This fast little configuration is called shinju .”

As the sling rocked, she wrapped her hands around the chains, but he shook his head. “Lay back, Beth.”

Why did lying on her back feel more vulnerable than on her stomach? Yes, she’d much rather be on her stomach. Glancing at Master Nolan’s face, she saw no chance of being given a choice. She let herself sink back. The sling was surprisingly comfortable, almost like a hammock. She looked over at Sir, and her gaze was caught by the sight of her breasts, standing up like little mountains.

Gripping her hips, Sir moved her butt down to the edge of the sling. He tied one of the silk braided ropes across the top of her hips, over the top of her mound, pinning her bottom to the sling. Using more silky ropes, he lashed one ankle about two feet up the chain and did the same on the other side.