He got his reward in a long, lingering kiss, one that made him remember how much fun simply kissing a woman could be. Especially this woman.
Most amusing. The spotter for the Harvest Association observed the ending of the puppy play and shook his head. The sub made an excellent dog. He diverted himself for a few minutes wondering how she’d react to pony play. To wearing a bridle and harness and a long tail attached to an oversize anal plug that would make her scream as it went in.
Perhaps pulling a cart.
He did enjoy whipping ponies to a faster speed, watching how their muscles contracted with strain and sweat poured off their naked bodies.
Glancing over at Gabrielle, the newest addition to the Association list, he smiled.
A couple of hours later, Gabi admitted she was having fun. Every dom in the place treated her like their pet now. She received a lot of “here, little puppy” calls from the doms who wanted drinks. She sassed them mildly and saved her good insults for the Masters.
Her feet hurt though, almost worse than her bottom. The trainees were all working harder. Z said Sally had gone to visit her family. That had been a rather sudden vacation, Gabi thought, but it eased her mind. Sally fit the profile of the kidnapped victims perfectly.
A thought struck her, and her eyes narrowed. Had someone whose name started with
As Gabi checked to see if anyone needed a drink, her heart missed a beat. Marcus stood by the St. Andrew’s cross, talking to that blonde, the one who always came on to him. His girlfriend, Celine, Sally had said, although it seemed strange that Marcus would have a lover and still screw around with other women. Then again, Gabi didn’t have much experience with people in the BDSM lifestyle. Maybe everything Marcus had done with her was just considered part of the master of the trainees job. Nothing special. Nothing to threaten a girlfriend.
The woman was beautiful, damn her, like a glowing version of Marcus, with golden blonde hair, light blue eyes, and a dark tan. Tall and slender. Jealousy seared Gabi’s veins as if they flowed with acid instead of blood.
The woman knelt, as gracefully as a ballet dancer. Perfect manicure and pedicure, perfectly styled hair, perfect makeup. She wore what looked like a custom-fitted leather corset. So she was rich too. She and Marcus looked… right…together.
Marcus said something to the woman. She bowed her head and kissed his shoe, her golden hair spilling prettily over her back. The way she gazed at him in adoration made Gabi’s teeth clench hard.
Gabi bit her lip. The pull toward him felt like a riptide, impossible to escape.
The blonde picked up a flogger from the floor and held it up to him, waggling her butt in invitation. Gabi couldn’t stand it anymore. After last Saturday-with Marcus-she now knew exactly how intimate a flogging could be.
Turning her back on them, she took her tray to the bar, depression settling around her shoulders like a black cloak.
And when Cullen spoke, she sassed him so bad he tossed her on the bar top and walloped her a few times with his bare hand.
It didn’t make her feel better, but at least she wasn’t watching something that made her chest hurt.
Exasperated, Marcus frowned at the woman kneeling at his feet. Even though he hadn’t dated her in a couple of months, she still clung to him like kudzu. He’d scened with her occasionally when she’d begged-mild flogging, no sex, no real emotion. Not that she complained. She actually preferred lightweight scenes, didn’t like her boundaries pushed, didn’t want a significant connection.
He studied Celine for a second. She hadn’t taken his hints. Then again, she wasn’t a perceptive woman. When they’d first met, she’d delighted him with her apparent sweetness, her graceful submissiveness. Now her behavior felt cloying, for her submission was all on the surface, not soul-deep.
She wanted him to do a scene with her.
Marcus sighed. Galen and Vance had made it clear Gabi should appear uncommitted. She must play with various doms-and they’d encouraged him to do the same. Dammit.
After setting up the puppy play punishment, he’d steeled himself to watch her fuck another man-or two men if she’d wanted the threesome. But when she’d almost panicked and never taken her eyes off him, he’d known she wouldn’t willingly have sex with someone else.
He felt the same. And yet he really should reinforce he wasn’t involved with Gabi and wouldn’t notice if she disappeared.
He couldn’t do it.
“Please do a scene with me, Master,” Celine repeated, making him grimace.
She knew full well that calling him
“May I give you pleasure?”
“No.” He hadn’t wanted to hurt her by being blunt, but apparently he’d made a mistake. “Celine, you’re a lovely woman, but I don’t feel about you the way I should for a girlfriend or a submissive.”
The muscles of her face tautened until her cheekbones turned white. “I’m perfect for you, Marcus. Let me show you.”
“No. I won’t scene with you again.” He paused. “Would you like me to introduce you to some doms?”
“No!” She stayed on her knees as if she expected him to change his mind. She was stubborn, he’d give her that.
“I hope you find a good master. Take care of yourself, sugar.” He walked away before she could respond. After he did a quick check of his trainees, he’d damn well get himself a drink.
Later this evening, he needed to get Gabi into a scene where she could display all her bratty talents. He chuckled…and his smile faded. He couldn’t top her again; they’d spent enough time together tonight.
As he pondered on the doms he’d trust with her, his jaw tightened. He was an idiot, getting so territorial when they hadn’t talked about being together after this weekend. Nonetheless, that’s the way he felt.
But she did need to play with someone else tonight. Maybe a lightweight flogging with nothing erotic at all.
And for his own piece of mind, he’d find her an ugly dom.
Close to two in the morning, Maganti waited patiently for his last target to show up. Soon now, since Jang had
