stretched and burst at once, exploding outward in waves of pleasure. She bucked against his face, her insides spasming around the thrusting finger. Somehow she managed to smother her scream so only muffled cries escaped.
Her arms shook, almost giving out. Master Nolan lifted his head, amusement flickering in his black eyes as he looked at her. He replaced her foot on the bar and adjusted her legs to the previous position. He patted her thigh, ignored her labored breathing, and said, “Don’t move, pet.”
Cullen walked over, shaking his head. “You know, if you didn’t want to drink from the bottle, I would have brought you a glass.”
Sir chuckled. “I like my way better.” He rested his forearm back on her stomach, his fingers trailing down against her pussy, and she barely suppressed a moan.
Petal-soft touches danced over her clit, and her body sprang back to awareness.
“You know only a barbarian would refuse to use a glass.” The bartender glanced over Sir’s shoulder and grinned. “Like my new bar ornament, Z?”
He turned and looked at her, his silver gaze mildly interested. “Very pretty, Cullen.” Looking at Sir with a faint smile, he lifted a brow. “I do believe I provide several well-equipped stations for scenes.”
Master Nolan patted her mound, making her jump. “I would never do a scene at the bar, Z. This was punishment.”
“Indeed.” Master Z tilted his head. “Did I not hear scenelike noises coming from this area?”
“Well, you know how I hate to drink from the bottle.” From the side, she could see Sir’s eyes crinkle. His finger started stroking through her wetness, relentlessly rubbing against her clit. As the inescapable pleasure surged through her, the muscles in her legs tensed, quivering uncontrollably as she strove not to move.
Sir continued. “Cullen didn’t give me a glass so I used what was available.”
“Don’t be blaming me, you bastard,” Cullen said.
“Well, that explains it.” Eyes lit with laughter, Master Z glanced at Beth, at where Sir’s hand lay, and he coughed. Another surge of heat ran through Beth, this time from pure embarrassment. “I do approve of punishment though. And I’ve noticed the submissives in the club are becoming extremely uppity.”
Cullen tapped his fingers on the bar. “That’s a serious problem. Are you planning a solution?”
“I am.” Z smiled slowly. “Some sales reps have been after me to let them demo their equipment. I’ve decided to have a machine day.”
Machine? Beth tried to ignore the insistent movement of Nolan’s fingers. What kind of machines would a BDSM club use? Winches?
“Machines?” Cullen asked. “You lost me.”
“Fucking machines, Cullen.” Master Z’s gaze drifted over Beth. “I intend, by the end of that evening, there won’t be a sub able to walk.”
Cullen barked a laugh.
Nolan chuckled, turning to run an assessing gaze over Beth, one that made her stomach knot. “Now that might be fun. I think she likes objects being inserted here and there.” His finger slid into her, and she gasped, her senses flaring.
“Switching to another subject,” Z said. “I plan to remodel upstairs and add another office, perhaps change the kitchen. Can you come by sometime and give me an estimate?”
“How about Tuesday? Maybe around four or so?”
“That will work well.”
As Master Z strolled away, Sir glanced at Cullen. “All that talking left me dry.” He picked up the beer bottle, and Beth could hear the swish of remaining liquid. He smiled at her.
His eyebrows lifted. “Would you prefer to do this elsewhere? Upstairs?”
“Not yet, I see.” Sir contemplated her for a minute, his fingers tapping her clit, never letting the excitement die. “You know, there
She frowned, trying to think of where he meant.
“Hand me my toy bag, would you, Cullen?”
The bartender pulled a black bag from the shelves under the bar. “Sure you wouldn’t rather stay here? She sure is a pretty decoration.”
“I have a feeling she’ll be back someday.” After slinging the bag over his right shoulder, Sir plucked Beth off the bar and threw her over his other shoulder. She let out a startled yip, appalled to find herself head down, secured by his hands on her bare thighs.
A chorus of complaints came from the people around the bar.
“Hey, put her back.”
“Cullen, don’t let him walk away with your ornament.”
“It was just getting interesting.”
Her head spun as Sir carried her through the room. Just as she began to get her bearings, she felt one of his hands edge between her legs and rub against her pussy lips. Incredulity filled her as he walked through the crowd, her ass in the air and his fingers in her crotch. She wiggled, kicked a little. Maybe he’d put her down-at least he’d have to move his hand.
He turned his head and nipped her thigh, the sharp pain streaking straight to her clit. “Stay still,” he growled.
Chapter Six
When his little sub froze on his shoulder, Nolan smiled and slid his finger another inch into the tightness between her legs. She squirmed again, this time uncontrollably. The tantalizing scent of her arousal mingled with her light fragrance of strawberries. He nodded at the club members he knew and smiled at Mistress Anne who was followed by her sweat-streaked, exhausted…glowing…sub.
At the back of the club, he went down the long hallway. The windows on the right showed the medical room where some lucky male sub was getting an enema. Then the dungeon. Nolan turned left and into the playroom.
The flickering sconces in the playroom illumined dark red walls covered with fancy ironwork. A very, very big bed covered with black satin filled the entire room leaving only two feet of walking room around the edges. Ropes and chains with cuffs were attached to the bed frame sides and dangled from the iron headboard and footboard. The dark music of Depeche Mode drowned out the sounds of the club. Two other couples were using the room and had apparently migrated together to make one happy foursome.
Nolan chose an empty corner near the head of the bed and dropped the little rabbit onto her back.
She sat up, looked around, and realized where they were. Some of the worry faded from her eyes, but the confusion remained. Apparently he’d found another place she hadn’t used before. Good enough.
“Wrists, please,” he said, holding his hand out. She set her wrists in them without a pause, a well-trained sub. He flattened her on her back and secured her cuffs to the headboard. Resting a hip on the bed, he enjoyed the sight of her in the dim light of the room. Big turquoise eyes. Red hair spilling out over the black satin cover. Her breasts had no sag, sitting up nicely on her rib cage. He slowly ran a hand over her erect nipples, watched them peak. Her arms and legs were slender, but muscles rippled under the soft female padding. Her ribs showed, her stomach concave with no fat there at all. She could use a few more pounds on her.
The hair of her pussy glinted a pretty red-brown that matched the freckles over her shoulders and cheeks. Of course, he preferred bare…something he’d deal with at a later time.
“What are you doing?” she asked, her nervousness overcoming her discipline.
