Cherise Sinclair - Master of the Abyss

With a faint smile, he did exactly what she’d been worrying about. Watching her face, he ran his hand over her breasts, one then the other, the slight scrape of his calloused hands intensely erotic. When his finger circled one nipple, she jumped and her arms jerked…and got nowhere. The floor seemed to roll under her, and she swayed. Even as her breathing sped up, she tugged harder, each tug emphasizing her helplessness. And how totally arousing it was.

How could that be? And why in the world had she agreed to this: handcuffs, naked, sex. This isn’t who I am.

He ruffled her short hair, then grasped it and pulled her head back to kiss her. Teasingly, brushing his lips across hers until her mouth opened, and then sweeping inside. She wanted to hold him, to run her fingers through his thick brown hair, to… She couldn’t raise her hands. That rolling floor dropped right out from under her, and then he took possession of her mouth, deep and thorough, permitting no withdrawal.

With one hand on Kallie’s shoulder, Jake felt her try to move and her quivering, excited response when she couldn’t. The instinctive submission from her ripped right through his long-held detachment and brought a strong dominant’s needs roaring to the surface.

He’d enjoyed submissive women in the two years since Mimi’s death but had kept the interactions to light play, not trying to breach a sub’s deeper defenses or reach any emotional core. Serious play-mental play-exposed a dom’s soul as fully as his submissive’s and created a tie between them.

He didn’t want a bond with anyone. Considering how badly he’d misread Mimi, he didn’t deserve or trust himself with more.

Yet Kallie pulled at him. Vulnerable. Challenging. Joyously alive.

And very, very female without those ugly clothes serving as a barrier. Just as well this was for only one night. He pulled back to tease her soft lips and moved his thumb to cover the racing pulse in her neck. She was definitely aroused and excited and probably expecting him to start beating on her pretty ass. He hardened at the thought of those round cheeks under his hand. The slap and quivering response…

But a submissive’s expectations were met at a dom’s inclination. He was inclined to take her for a walk. At the moment, she saw only him. What would happen when she remembered everyone else in the room?

He smiled at the thought. Although watching a submissive’s face turn pink with embarrassment was one of a dom’s small pleasures, he also must determine how public he should make the upcoming scene.

“Come, pet; let’s take a tour.” She’d learn about the types of play, and he’d observe her reactions. In his first few years as a sexual dominant, he’d learned that many subs hid fears, old land mines buried until something triggered them. Sometimes the sub didn’t even realize they were there. Honest communication and their body language revealed most of them.

Not all. Mimi had taught him that. With an effort, he pushed aside his guilt. He grasped Kallie’s upper arm, enjoying her toned muscles underneath the soft female padding. Tough little sub.

About five feet out of the small sitting area, she halted as if running into a wall. Jake smothered a laugh as he noted what had stopped her.

Rebecca and Rona had been manacled side by side to the log wall, both clad in corsets and garter belts. Both with their legs held open by spreader bars. Standing in front of them, their doms, Logan and Simon, turned to smile at Kallie.

And Kallie obviously remembered she was naked in a room filled with people. She tried to retreat.

Jake tightened his grasp and deliberately ran his hand up her torso to caress a firm breast. “This is my body for tonight, little sub,” he said for her ears only. “Mine to display as I wish.”

He answered the fear budding in her eyes before it could bloom. “Display only, sugar. Tonight I will be the only one to touch you.” As often happened, the knowledge that more might be asked somehow diminished a sub’s fear of what he required right now.

She stopped trying to pull away.

“Very pretty sub, Jake,” Logan said as if he hadn’t talked to Kallie earlier. He glanced at Jake, speculation obvious in his eyes. Jake remembered telling Logan that he’d drag his toy bag down and help out with the party, but he wasn’t bringing a sub and didn’t intend to play.

Simon studied Kallie for a moment and smiled in satisfaction. Yep, he’d deliberately steered his conversation with Kallie, hoping to pique Jake’s interest. Jake had known it at the time and still could not resist. Manipulative bastard.

Eyes closed, Rona gave a low moan of frustration, and Simon and Logan both turned as if waiting for something. A few seconds later, a chime sounded from Logan’s watch. He nodded at Simon, who thumbed a remote device in his hand until the buzzing became audible.

Jake glanced at Simon’s sub and the vibrator harnessed between her legs. Tremors rocked the woman, and her full breasts quivered. She was on the verge of coming.

“Time,” Logan murmured, and Simon flipped the remote off. The hum stopped. Rona whimpered and squirmed as if she could turn it back on.

“You’re an evil bastard, Simon. How long have you been torturing them?” Jake asked and glanced down at his little sub, who was staring at the women, at the breast clamps and harnessed vibrators. Simon’s Rona had a rabbit strapped to her, giving vaginal and clitoral stimulation; Logan’s sub appeared to have a double dildo, penetrating the vagina and the anus.

“Oh, a bit. Your turn,” he told Logan. Logan turned the remote in his hand, and Rebecca’s back arched as her vibrator hummed to life. Now Simon was timing while Logan enjoyed watching his sub.

“Time,” Simon said, and Logan flipped the remote off. Rebecca whined, sweat trickling between her lush breasts. Her hips tilted out. “Oh, please, pleeeease, Sir…”

“Hell.” Logan pulled a five dollar bill from his pocket and handed it to Simon. “You win.”

Simon laughed and slapped Logan’s back. “She didn’t have a chance. My Rona is incredibly stubborn. After years of hospital administration and dealing with doctors, she can hold her tongue under any torment we can devise.”

“A sucker bet, huh?” Logan studied the two subs and smiled. “So how about another bet. Whichever sub comes last on a-let’s see-a mid setting.”

“You’re on.” Simon turned. “Rona, you may not come without my permission. Do you understand?”

The woman opened her eyes, glazed with need. “Yes, Master.”

Logan gave the same instruction to Rebecca.

Jake shook his head and moved Kallie away. Rona was going to lose this one, no matter how much discipline she had. With the rabbit’s tiny ears flickering right on her clit, she didn’t have a chance.

He glanced down. From the way Kallie had stared at the toys, she hadn’t experimented much on her own. Yes, she seemed like a no-frills vibrator type, if she owned one at all. He smiled. A beginner’s introduction to toys was definitely in order. And maybe something else… He ran his hand over her ass, pleasantly round and soft. “By the way, sprite…”

She looked up at him, sexual energy virtually streaming from her. Damned if he didn’t want to bend her over a bench and… He took a slow breath and ran a thumb along her soft lower lip. There would be time.

First he’d teach her a little more of the joys of submission. And that brought him back to another thought. “Later tonight, I will require you to not come until I give you permission. Is that going to be difficult for you?”

After she shook her head, a frown crossed her face, and she bit her lip.

He smothered a grin. Probably didn’t usually come without a lot of work, but in a steamy atmosphere like this party and with the sexual dynamic between them off the charts, she obviously realized holding off an orgasm wouldn’t be easy. Excellent. One more thing for a little submissive to worry about.