Breaking Free

soft and round with a pleasing bounce to her ass that her long hair didn’t cover. Beth like a slender flame with a high, firm butt and gorgeous legs.

Nolan rubbed his chin. Seems like he hadn’t had those legs wrapped around him yet. Beth’s thighs wouldn’t be soft like he was used to, but strong, probably grip him like a pair of pliers. Those little heels would hammer on his ass as he plunged deeper and… Hell. Sitting back in his chair, he wrenched his thoughts back to the subbie race.

At the table, each woman took a cup. They lined up together and set off. Each sub concentrated fiercely on her cup, trying to walk quickly and smoothly.

Deborah spilled. Nolan grinned as she realized she’d be spanked no matter what, and she might as well not be the last to arrive. She sped up, leaving the other two behind.

The other two continued on slowly, barely distracted by the vibrators inside, moving so smoothly their breasts barely wobbled. That wouldn’t last long. The higher modes had random settings.

Deborah stopped in front of Nolan and handed him a half-full glass. He frowned. “You were more worried about winning than making sure I had something to drink. I’m displeased with you.”

Her reaction was minimal, and his eyes narrowed. She obviously lacked the desire to please that lay at the heart of a submissive. No wonder Cullen didn’t look happy. Nolan gestured to his lap, and she stretched over his knees for her spanking. He adjusted her, bottom up. She was scarcely tense at all. All right then.

Rather than restraining her shoulders with his left hand, he reached down and cupped her breast. She wasn’t expecting that. He played with her breast for a minute and then grasped the nipple between two fingers, holding it just to the point of pain. “Don’t move, Deborah,” he warned. “Ten strokes. Count them aloud, please.”

He slapped her ass, felt it jolt through her, although she didn’t move. “One,” she said, voice steady.

Harder with the next blow. “Two.” Harder with the third. “Three”

He slid his hand between her legs, avoiding the remote wire. Not particularly wet. He pinched her nipple, felt her pussy clench, and nodded. She was more into pain than submission. So be it. His next three slaps hit full force. She yelped and yelped again when her jerk of surprise yanked at the nipple pinned between his fingers.

Much better. He turned to check on his little rabbit, and saw Beth hand her cup to Dan. Nolan studied her for a minute. Steady hands, flushed face, clear eyes. She was doing all right.

He frowned down at the sub lying across his lap. “I didn’t hear you count, so I’ll start over.”

And he spanked her remorselessly, pausing between each swat to give her nerves a chance to recover…so the next one would hurt as much or more. Her voice rose higher with each counted blow. “Seven.” He nailed her on the tender upper thigh just below her buttocks. “Eight.”

And on the other thigh. “Nine.” Her voice this time was just short of a sob. He waited, drawing out the suspense before the last one, and then slapped her across both buttocks on the undercurve. She let out a high shriek before gasping, “Ten.”

He checked her pussy. Sopping wet. Pain slut, indeed. “All right. Return to your Dom,” he said, helping her stand. She walked over to Cullen, her self-assurance markedly diminished, and her arousal markedly increased.

Kari was hurrying away from Cullen with a long red stripe on her ass from the switch. If she’d lost the race, that meant Beth should be getting rewarded. Nolan turned to his right.

Beth had her hands laced together behind her back. Dan had wrapped an arm around her and gripped her hands, securing her between his legs, keeping her breasts right in his face. Now he ran a tongue around one nipple and took it into his mouth. Beth’s color was high, her breathing fast.

Nolan grinned. Now there was a submissive.

When Master Dan sucked strongly on her breast, Beth felt a tugging sensation all the way to her pussy. And then he switched to her other breast, rubbing the nipple against the roof of his mouth until the pain and pleasure mingled through her body and weakened her knees.

When he released her, she took a wobbly step back, feeling hot and confused. How could she get excited by someone besides Master Nolan? Although Master Dan was handsome-especially when he smiled-he still wasn’t Sir.

Master Dan looked up at her, dark brown eyes crinkling at the edges. He ran his finger around one wet nipple sending heat through her. “Very pretty,” he murmured. She looked down. Her nipples were dark red, the peaks long and pointing like pencils. “Go to your master,” he said.

As Beth stepped past Kari, Dan held his hand out to his sub. “Come, sweetie, let’s see what’s in the basket for you.”

“Oh, God,” Kari said under her breath, giving Beth an anxious look.

Beth felt Nolan’s gaze on her, and she hurried over. He pulled her to him, running his hands down her thighs. When he kissed her stomach, her muscles quivered. Master Dan’s touch had been as firm and controlling as Sir’s, but Sir’s felt…right. How could there be that much difference?

Master Nolan opened a package from the basket and held up two tweezer-like things with dangling stones. Jewelry? Nipple clamps, she realized. “Wasn’t it nice of Master Dan to get you ready for these?” Sir said. “Lean forward.”

He attached the rubberized ends of one clamp to a peaked nipple and moved the tiny ring upward to tighten the clamp until she hissed in pain. He lowered the ring slightly and then did the other breast in the same way. “Very pretty, sugar, don’t you think?” With a finger, he made the dangling jewels swing, shooting little darts through her.

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.

Kari had also received a nipple clamps. On the left, Deborah was bent over in front of Cullen. When the sub straightened, her mouth was twisted. Beth stared at the slight dimpling around the crack of the woman’s buttocks. Oh, Lord, had she gotten a butt plug? Poor Deborah.

And Deborah’s bottom was horribly red. Nolan must have spanked her really hard. Really hard. Maybe he wasn’t as…maybe he’d do… She bit her lip as her feeling of rightness eroded right out from under her.

His eyes narrowed. Then he glanced at Deborah. “Ah, little rabbit.” He pulled Beth down on his lap.

She sat for a moment, confused. Even knowing he’d hurt Deborah, she still wanted to just snuggle against his chest. How wrong was that? She pushed against his chest, and his grip tightened.

“Beth, listen to me. People are different in how much pain they like and tolerate. Can you agree with that?”

“Um. Yes.” That was common knowledge.

“Good. Now for you, if you’re already excited, a little pain enhances your arousal.”

A little unnerved by him seeing that so clearly, she looked down.

He raised her chin. “Unlike you, for Deborah, the pain is the arousal. A lot of pain.” His intent eyes kept her from looking away. “Sugar, can you trust me to know the difference between you?”

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered, and relaxed as she realized she hadn’t been wrong about him. And that she could trust him. She did.

“Good.” After setting her on her feet, he pressed something on the remote control at her waist. The vibrations inside her became stronger, then increased in speed, slowed…sped up again. The feeling was no longer something she could ignore.

“Next round,” Nolan called, slapping her butt, making her jump.

She hurried back to the other side of the pool, the jewelry swinging from her breasts and dragging at her nipples. The feeling was a little painful, a lot exciting.

The other two waited for her to pick up the first cup before taking theirs in order. She had dark brown liquid with the malty scent of beer so it went to Cullen. The three lined up and started off, Deborah much slower this time, Kari faster. Beth ignored them and concentrated on moving steadily until she realized she was behind. Oh, God. She hurried faster, and the beer sloshed over the top, wetting her fingers. Damn, damn, damn.

Okay. Moving much quicker-what was there to lose after all-she went past the other two and heard an exclamation from Kari as she also spilled. And they both left Deborah behind.

Beth walked up to Cullen, skirting his long legs. His green eyes crinkled at her. “Little Beth, what did you bring me?”

She handed him the paper cup, and he sucked it down. A tiny hope rose in her. Maybe he hadn’t noticed she’d