Master of the Abyss

When he stopped, her shirt hung open. “Part of the exchange of power is that your submissive agrees that her body belongs to you: to use, to show, to share at your will. However, each sub has her limits, and you must discover those. Some won’t want any play except in private and in the bedroom, some desire a little public exhibition, some won’t mind if you let others touch her, and some will be thrilled if you give her to others to enjoy.”

Horror went through Kallie at his last words. Share her with these men? She shoved at the immovable arm around his waist.

“As a dominant, you’ll have your own limits also. For example, I enjoy sharing the beauty of my submissive, but I’m too possessive to let anyone touch.”

Oh. She relaxed slowly, curling her fingers around his muscular forearm and leaning back against him.

When he closed his hand over her breast, she inhaled sharply. No questions, no hesitation; he just took what he wanted. Like he’d been saying. His warm palm covered her.

“Your heart is pounding, little sub,” he whispered in her ear.

Fear, trust, worry. Arousal. She felt as if she’d climbed on a rollercoaster of emotions, and it was a good thing he was holding her up.

“Gentlemen, you’ll find blindfolds in my pack. If you are uncertain at some point or feel that you’re taking too long to figure out a piece of equipment or bondage technique, simply blindfold your sub. Not only does it remove the pressure of someone watching, but it also increases the sensual enjoyment and anticipation for your woman. Touch her as you’re restraining her. Watch how she strains upward toward your hand.”

His fingers closed on Kallie’s nipple, squeezing the sensitive peak, and the pleasure was so acute she arched her back.

Jake chuckled and continued, “I’ve set up equipment around the campsite and flagged the spots. Show each one to your sub. Keep your hands on her, listen closely to her, and discover which type of bondage sets her heart to pounding. If it also appeals to you, then use it. Call me if you have questions or problems.”

From the flushed faces and obvious erections, the two men were definitely ready. Of course, watching Jake playing with her breasts probably hadn’t cooled them off any. Sure hadn’t cooled her off.

While the men headed back to their wives, Jake guided Kallie over to the fire and took a seat on a log. He made Kallie straddle his legs, facing him. “Last time, we didn’t discuss all the various types of play. Bearing in mind what you’ve read or seen, is there anything that you hate the idea of doing?”

He slid his hands under her open shirt and settled around her waist. Not only steadying her on his knees, but the unwavering grip let her know he intended to keep control. My body is his. She shivered at the appalling…erotic…thought.

“Kallie, answer me.”

Oops. What did she hate in the reading she’d done, or at the party? “I don’t want holes poked in me or scars or anything to make me bleed.”

He nodded, his gaze on her eyes, her mouth, her hands, her body. Reading her like he’d told the other men. “Go on.”

Why did he have such a rumbling, deep voice? As his thumbs stroked over her lower ribs, everything on her body seemed to scream more! Her breasts had swollen and were now so sensitive she could feel the cool air alternating with his warmer breath. Between her legs felt so puffy that her jeans were uncomfortable. What would he do if she yanked her clothes off and just climbed on him?

Probably spank her.

She shivered.

His lips curved. “I think your mind went off task, little sub.” He brushed his knuckles over her bunched nipples. “You’re supposed to be thinking of what turns you off, not the reverse.”

She leaned into his hand.

“Not yet, sugar.” He moved his hand. “Continue. Are there activities you’re not sure about?”

She snorted. “Everything?”

“Not exactly. We both know you enjoy being restrained. Using toys. Being spanked. Being exhibited as you just were.” Amusement danced in his eyes. “You watched the flogging last weekend. What about that?”

“Well.” All those strands of a whip hitting her bare skin. Fear. Heat. She licked her lips. “I-I don’t know. I didn’t know I’d like being spanked until…”

He palmed her breast again, caressing her gently. A reward, she realized, when he said, “I appreciate your honesty. Anal sex?”

“I’ve never done it.” She flushed at the thought of him touching…taking her there.

“But not a no.” He lifted her off his legs. “Good enough for tonight. What’s your safe word?”

“Barney.”

“Perfect.”

She glanced around. The others had selected their spots. Heather stood by a tree. The chains hanging from a branch connected to her wrist cuffs and kept her arms over her head. Evelyn was restrained across a log.

“Time for a student break.” Jake rose. “Kneel here with your eyes down.”

She started to kneel, halted at his frown.

“What do you say?”

Oops. “Yes, Sir.”

He nodded, then strode across the clearing, stopping to pick up a blanket from beside the fire. He showed Steve how to check Heather’s circulation. He stopped a short distance from Andrew, waited until the man noticed, and handed him the blanket to put between the rough bark and Evelyn. That was nice. Jake glanced toward Kallie, and his brows drew together.

Oh hell, caught. She winced and dropped her eyes.

His footsteps crunched back to her, and boots entered her field of vision. “Stand up and strip.” His voice was soft. Cold. Her stomach clutched at the wash of fear.

She pulled off her shirt. She’d heard him tell the other men to have their wives undress and savor them. Touch them. Jake wasn’t doing any touching or savoring. She risked a glance up under her eyelashes. His eyes matched his voice, and his jaw was like stone. After a moment’s hesitation-being totally naked was so much worse than being topless-she unlaced her boots and pushed them off. She removed her belt and knife, then her jeans and panties.

“Bend over and grab your legs.”

No way. Not going to do that. She stared at him.

His face didn’t change. As she stared up at him, the confident power in his eyes made her resolve evaporate like water under a hot sun. She closed her eyes to block him out, then leaned down, curling her fingers around her ankles. See, nice and flexible, does that count?

He moved closer until his thighs rubbed against her hip. He set a hand in the middle of her back. And then he slapped her bare bottom. Whap!

“Ow!” The abrupt pain, even though she’d kind of known what he intended, was too much, and she started to stand.

“Don’t move, sub.” He pushed her back down. “I expect obedience.” Whap.

She gritted her teeth. Mouthing off or giving insults right now would be suicidally stupid. What happened to a warm-up? This hurt!

“If I don’t get obedience, I’ll be disappointed”-