Master of the Abyss

hands skated across the soft inner flesh of her thighs, her toes curled. Higher, touch me higher.

She bit back a whimper. If he didn’t do something, she’d end up begging just like Rebecca had. No, I won’t. Absolutely not. But her pussy felt swollen, and her clit throbbed painfully. Everything she’d seen tonight, every time Jake had touched her, had increased her need. And then he’d teased her with that too-short vibration.

“Poor sprite,” he murmured. He slid his hands up farther and traced the crease between her hip and pussy. She stilled, barely breathing, legs apart, her pussy open in front of him. His finger glided around the edges of the little butterfly, over her mound, and down to stroke through her swollen folds. She was very wet, and she wanted more so badly that she shook. And that stupid thing covering her clit blocked him from touching her there.

When she opened her eyes, she realized he was watching her, his blue gaze intent. Suddenly he pushed a finger up into her, a thick, shocking intrusion.

“Ah!” She shuddered as the pleasure ballooned so hard and fast that her knees wobbled. Biting her lip, she steadied her legs. Movement caught her gaze and she realized Logan and Simon were watching. Hell. She was naked, her legs spread, a man’s finger up inside her. Heat rushed into her face. Oh, no, she really couldn’t do this. “Jake, I don’t-”

The butterfly thing turned on, vibrating right against her swollen clit, and everything inside her clamped down. Pressure built within her, coiling tighter with every second that passed. She panted, needing…needing…

When the vibrator stopped, she stood, paralyzed for a moment, totally unable to breathe. He slid his finger out and closed his hands on her hips, holding her as her legs buckled. His chuckle seemed to shake her bones.

As her heart raced, everything down there hurt, burned, throbbed with need. She barely kept from yelling at him, managed to hiss only a simple: “You bastard!”-and even then her words came out too loud, too angry.

His laugh was deep. Strong. Melting her bones like chocolate in the sun. “Such language. Now you’ve earned that spanking I’ve been wanting to give you.” He rose to his feet, his eyes crinkling with amusement. “Of course, if you hadn’t earned one, I’ve have given you one anyway. Just because I feel like it.”

Her mouth opened.

“Yes, and you would have taken it.” He gripped her arm as she tried to catch her breath. A spanking. Yes, he’d mentioned that before. But…but what about sex? When he’d stood up, she’d thought…

A tremor shook her as his intent registered. A spanking, here, in public, not in his room. And not a boyfriend she didn’t take seriously, but Jake. How hard was he going to hit her? Her stomach sank as her anxiety ratcheted up. This was Jake, who she already knew wouldn’t just slap her butt a couple of times, wouldn’t stop if she was uncomfortable, wouldn’t stop if she yelled. Only if she used the ‘Barney’ word. Her breathing increased to that of a terrified Pomeranian.

Ignoring the way she dragged her feet, he tugged her to a leather couch in front of the fireplace and stopped behind the back. After removing her cuffs, he spun her to face the couch. “Bend over it, sub.”

She eyed it. Her bottom would be toward the room…the people. She tried to turn, to check who was watching.

“They’re not your problem. I am.” He set his hand between her shoulder blades and steered her firmly into position. “Don’t worry. Everyone will admire your pretty ass, especially when it’s glowing pink from my hand.”

Oh dear God. Embarrassment surged through her and, disconcertingly, a little thrill at being so exposed, especially in front of men she now knew. Logan and Simon-what would they see? What would they think?

Not waiting for her compliance, he pushed her shoulders down. The top of the couch hit her right at her stomach, cool and smooth, and she inhaled the scent of leather. As she bent farther, he ruthlessly pulled her hips upward until she was bowed in a V, with her bottom high in the air and her legs dangling. Her mound lay against the couch, pressing the butterfly into her clit.

She braced her hands on the seat cushions to keep from sliding right off. “Jake!”

He casually slapped her butt. “Silence, sub.” Just the mild sting and the feel of his hand sent more anticipation curling inside her. She closed her eyes and rested her forearms on the cushions as need swamped her embarrassment. From farther back in the room came the sounds of a whip, each crack accompanied by a man’s groan. A woman begged in a high voice near the front. The low hum of conversation rose above the moody music.

Something closed around her left ankle-a cuff-and he drew her leg toward the end of the couch. A metallic clatter and a click. When her leg wouldn’t move, she realized he’d restrained it-with a chain? He cuffed her other ankle and pulled outward, tethering it to the opposite end of the couch. Her butt in the air and now her pussy wide open.

She wiggled, trying to move her legs. No give. Fear tensed her muscles.

He stood, and his jeans brushed against the back of her thigh. “Very pretty, sugar,” he said, his voice a dark caress that slid her fear into heat. “I like seeing your ass high and open. I can play just how I want…as long as I want.”

Her breath shuddered out.

He kneaded her bottom with strong hands, then teased the crease at the top of her thighs. The butterfly pressed on her clit, and she wanted it back on, dammit.

His finger brushed between her legs, sliding through her folds-oh so wet-around and around her entrance until her entire pussy swelled with need. Each time he nudged the butterfly, a jolt of exquisite pleasure pierced her clit. She wiggled helplessly, trying to get more.

“A squirming little sub, nicely positioned for my enjoyment.” His rumbling voice seemed to fill the air around her. “Ten strokes, I think, for mouthing off to your dom.”

“What?” she gasped.

“Eleven.” He swatted her bottom like she’d bat at a mosquito, a mild slap. It didn’t hurt but sent her nerves to zinging. Suddenly he pushed a finger into her, a fast, merciless intrusion, and his other hand slapped her lightly again. Her attention, every nerve inside her focused on how his finger slid in and out of her swollen tissues, ever so slowly. Oh, she needed more.

She pushed up with her arms, trying to raise her butt, and received a stronger slap, a bite of pain. “Be still or I’ll tie your hands too, Kallie.”

She stopped, afraid to move. His finger thrust in, out, never stopping. Her breathing turned to shallow panting. And then the butterfly thing turned on.

“Aaah!” She quivered as it drove her higher, until all she could feel were the vibrations.

His hand came down on her bottom, hard this time, the stinging overwhelming the sensations on her clit. Amplifying them. He pushed another finger inside her, stretching her, pumping in and out. And then the vibrations increased.

Her back tried to arch; her hands closed into fists. She was going to come, needed to come, just a little more…

He spanked her harder, and each blow alternated with the forceful thrusts of his fingers. Burning pain on her skin, followed each time by sizzling pleasure from inside. The vibrations seemed to grip her clit, and she tightened around his fingers, the pressure inside her growing to an explosive point, waiting for one little…

He stopped the spanking and slowed the vibrations-damn him. The sensation of his fingers inside her became everything, and each slow slide flooded her