top of her mound as his cock slid in and out of her. His finger traced down the inside of a fold, missing her clit. She moaned in disappointment.
He slowed, drawing his cock out of her inch by inch, pushing back in, inch by goddamned inch. His finger moved toward her clit again, teasing around, but never reaching it, and she whimpered as the tenseness inside her became too full to bear.
Her hands fisted as she panted. She could do nothing to get closer, nothing to make him touch her there, and a moan broke from her. “Please, please, please…”
To her distress, he stopped moving altogether with just the crown of his cock still in her. Her head rolled back and forth as her whole body pulsed and ached.
“M-master…”
“That’s right, sugar,” he murmured. His cock drove home with one hard thrust. His slick finger stroked over her clit at the same time, fast and rough. The sky disappeared as she broke, screaming and screaming. Her body shuddered, convulsing around him, against him. His grip moved back to her hips, tightening painfully as he gave a guttural growl and came in violent jerks inside her, pressing so deeply she felt as if his shaft filled her entire body.
He was breathing fast and smiling as he released his grip. As she fought for breath in the humid air, he leaned down between her strapped thighs and rested his cheek on her stomach. “Listen to that little heart pound,” he murmured. “I’d better give you a break before you shake apart.”
He kissed her stomach, then nipped, laughing when her pussy clenched around him. Rising, he pulled out, leaving her quivering in emptiness. After disposing of the condom, he gently unstrapped her, helped her sit up, and sat beside her on the top of the table. Her head still whirled.
At the other table, Master Dan tossed the razor into the bowl. “All done here,” he announced.
Beth looked at Kari and choked. He’d left enough hair on his sub’s shaved mound to form the shape of a heart.
Master Nolan snorted a laugh. “You pervert,” he said to Master Dan, getting a flashing grin back in answer.
Frowning, Kari lifted her head. “What? What did he do?” She got a quick slap on her thigh.
“Silence, little sub. You can admire my work later.” Taking a scoop of the lotion, he started rubbing it into her folds so thoroughly that her head fell back with a groan.
“Come, little rabbit,” Sir said, lifting Beth off the table and wrapping an arm around her. “Time to feed you and get you rehydrated. I think you panted away most of the fluid in your body.”
She shook her head. The concern he showed for her was unsettling. How many times had she fainted after one of Kyler’s so-called sessions, weak with dehydration and pain? How many times had she needed to crawl up the stairs, unable to stand? The memory invaded her mind like a maggot, and she edged closer until her body rubbed up against Sir’s with every step.
Nolan felt the little sub burrow closer and ran his hand over her hip. She didn’t usually snuggle. He glanced down, seeing how the tiny muscles around her lips had tensed, and her fingers had clenched. “What was that thought?”
She stiffened, and he smothered a smile. She really hated sharing her emotions.
“Beth.”
“Nothing.”
Anger surged through him, not surprising in the arrival, but the amount. “Beth,” he snapped, and her gaze whipped up even as she flinched. He breathed out, tried to control his voice, but it still came out cold. “Lying… I have a low tolerance for lying.” Another breath. “Why don’t you try that answer again?”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered. “I was thinking about how…how differently you treat me than…someone else.” She glanced down at the scars on her arms.
“Someone else, huh? Since you won’t tell me his name, we’ll call him the bastard. No, make it the cowardly bastard, since only a coward picks on a person littler than himself.”
A weak laugh, but a laugh. She was still so close against him that he could feel her muscles relax. “All right.” She continued in a fast flurry of words, an obvious attempt at balancing the scales. “The cowardly bastard never… It’s strange to have someone notice I need water.” The wonder in her voice shook him deep inside.
He stopped and wrapped both arms around her, letting her feel his warmth and his strength. “Beth, when a Dom takes control, leaving no choices for the sub, he has to see to
Her lips were open, her body as relaxed as he’d ever seen it. He nuzzled the smooth curve of her neck before drawing back, lifting her chin to look into her big eyes. “And if I am not meeting those needs in any way, I expect you to tell me about it.”
Her lips formed the word, “But-”
Now this was a question he’d had before. He ran his thumb along her stubborn little jaw line. “We’re not in a Dom/sub relationship twenty-four hours a day, Beth, so unless we’re playing or at the club, you can talk anytime you want. If we
A tremor coursed through her body and made him laugh.
When they reached the kitchen, Beth stopped and stared. Dusky yellow walls with brightly painted tile accents. Dark granite counters. Appliances that would make a chef weep in joy.
He opened the refrigerator and pulled out bottled water and a platter of finger foods. Tiny sandwiches, miniature quiches, and other hors d’oeuvres were circled by slices of apples, oranges, and pineapple.
“Did you make all that yourself?” she wondered.
His smile flashed, and she realized he’d smiled more today than she’d ever seen. “Not a chance. My housekeeper does this type of fancy stuff. I asked her to come in an extra day this week and set this up.” He handed her the platter.
“You are so spoiled,” she told him and winced. Dammit. She’d gotten away with that question but teasing him? The laughter in his eyes said he’d been waiting for her to hang herself.
“Stay right there,” he murmured. She heard the bottles drop onto the table. He stepped behind her, his hard body against her back, his hands sliding under her arms and capturing her breasts. “Don’t drop the tray, sugar,” he cautioned as she jerked. She tightened her hold, gritting her teeth as he played with her breasts, thumbing the nipples, pinching them lightly until they peaked. Her arms began to shake as her insides turned liquid.
He chuckled and bit the muscle just below her neck sharply. “Just remember, honey, if Cullen or Dan hear you talking without permission, they’ll likely be doing this…or spanking you.”
After a final caress, he released her, leaving her breasts swollen and aching.
In the great room, he set the bottles on the coffee table along with the platter. He grabbed a blanket from a pile on one of the couches, dropped it on the floor beside a chair, and pointed to it.
Her seat, huh? And yet, as he took the chair, and she knelt on her blanket, contentment washed through her. Why was sitting at his feet so…enjoyable? Even arousing? God knew, she never felt the urge to be submissive in everyday life. But here at this play party… Oh, yes, she liked it. As she settled, her newly bare pussy brushed against the woven blanket, and she jumped. How in the world did women who shaved wear tight jeans?
“Drink this, Beth.” Nolan opened a bottle of water and handed it to her as the others joined them. Deborah settled at Cullen’s feet, and Kari at Dan’s. Kari kept glancing down at the heart on her mound, still obviously stunned, and her Dom’s lips quirked every time she did.
“Cullen, take a look at how hard we worked,” Dan said. “Stand up, Kari.”
Good grief, he wasn’t serious, was he? Beth tried to slide behind Nolan’s legs and scowled when he rumbled, “Up, Beth.”
Cullen looked them over, barking a laugh at Kari’s decoration. Beth hoped her blush wasn’t as obvious as Kari’s, but from the amused look on Sir’s face, she had a feeling they were equally red.
As they sat back down, Master Nolan told the Doms to help themselves to the food. And with each hors d’oeuvres, Sir took, he handed her one, tidbit by tidbit. After a few minutes, she noticed she was now getting only
