She felt her insides melt at just the sound of his deep voice and the look in his eyes. She touched his cheek with her fingertips. After all the Doms she’d had, only this master could make her feel like an eager puppy, wanting simply to please him.
Cullen walked over and set a Corona on the bar. Nolan started to pick it up but frowned and picked up her glass instead. He sniffed it. His eyebrows rose. “Well, you’re just full of surprises, sugar.”
“She’s hard-core, buddy,” Cullen said, grinning. “So do I get a bar decoration tonight?”
Beth stiffened.
“Nope,” Nolan drawled. “I’ve got other things in mind. While you’re here, give me some ice, would you?”
Cullen nodded and moved away. A few seconds later, a glass of ice slid down the well-polished bar.
Nolan looked at the man who’d tried to start a conversation with her. “I’m Nolan. You new here?”
“I’ve only belonged a couple of weeks.” They shook hands. “I’m William.”
Sir rested his hip on the barstool, pulling Beth back until she could feel his big erection against her bottom. Her body flared to life at the feel of him, at the memory of what he felt like inside her. They’d made love almost constantly when she’d lived with him, and she’d missed it. As she leaned back, his arm wrapped around her, keeping her tight against him.
“So are you enjoying yourself?” Nolan asked the Dom as he plucked an ice cube from the glass with his free hand. He ran it casually down Beth’s neck and across the top edge of the bustier, making her nipples peak, before playing in the fringe over her stomach.
“Ah.” The Dom’s eyes were glued to the ice moving over Beth’s body.
She’d have laughed, only her mouth had gone dry. She started to move only to realize Nolan’s embrace trapped her right arm against her side, and his hand gripped her left wrist in an immovable grip. The ice traveled lower and paused above her G-string long enough for freezing water to trickle over her mound. She jerked as the cold hit her hot flesh.
“Ah, right. Yes, everyone is very friendly,” William said, his voice a little rougher.
“Good.”
As the ice melted, Beth held still, wondering what the man would do to embarrass her next. And why his actions turned her on so much. Dammit.
Seeming to have read her mind, he started unhooking her bustier one-handed. She tried to pull her wrist from his grip. “Don’t move, sub,” he snapped, and her body froze.
“Have you met some of the subs here?” Nolan asked the other Dom as his fingers continued to undo the hooks.
“Um. Yes. No. I guess not.” William shook his head, took a step back and, with visible effort, raised his eyes to Nolan’s face.
When Beth’s bustier fell open, Sir cupped her breasts. “You know, most of the unattached subs sit over there.” Nolan took one hand away to point to the nearby sitting area.
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.
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
