To Command And Collar

Master R set the package and the bag of tiny rubber bands in Kim’s hands. “Take them to Master Cullen,” he said.

Kim crossed the trampoline and dropped the evil things into his big palm.

“Thanks, pet. Now go on back to Master Raoul.”

I’m not sure I want to. Kim eyed the water. Escape again? No, he’d catch her and probably be truly upset. With a sigh, she returned and knelt in front of Master R.

The trampoline vibrated as Marcus returned, followed by a dutiful-looking Gabi. He pointed to his feet, and Gabi went to her knees.

Kim exchanged a rueful glance with her friend, feeling how things had changed. When they’d visited BDSM clubs together, the scenes had been just erotic fun.

Today was more. Under Master R’s teasing, Kim heard a serious note, the undeniable will of a master. Perhaps this was the difference between a dom who didn’t really know her and one who knew exactly where her limits lay…and intended to push them.

Feeling herself sway with more than the movement of the boat, she met his contemplative gaze.

“Raoul.” Marcus was studying Kim’s breasts, laughter in his sharp blue eyes. “Might I ask if you happen to have anything else interesting?”

“If I’d known the submissives would become so unruly, I’d have brought my toy bag. But there are a few more pervertables in the picnic basket.”

Marcus patted Gabi’s head. “Well, we just see what I can find, won’t we, sugar?” He stepped around her and lifted the lid.

Kim bit her lip, trying not to laugh as Gabi’s eyes started to spark. Temper, temper, Gabrielle.

“Cullen, the man’s got rope.” Marcus tossed a handful of precut ropes and a pair of heavy scissors into the middle of the area and dug farther. “Ah, here we go.” He straightened, holding rubber bands and two plastic clamps, about three inches long with serrated edges.

Gabi’s eyes shot fire. “You are not putting those on me. You dumbass, those are for potato chip bags, not for breasts.”

“Hands behind your back.”

She looked at the set of his jaw, and her hands laced together behind her back.

“Very nice, sugar.”

With the first clamp, Gabi yelped, hissing as he wound a rubber band on the handle part to lessen the pressure.

Kim’s eyes narrowed when she realized the clamps had chunks chipped from the handles so the rubber bands wouldn’t slip. Master R had used them before, hadn’t he? She gave her master a scowl. Tricksy dom.

Grinning, he bent and whispered, “She’ll have a tantrum any minute now.”

Kim smothered a laugh. When staying with the couple, she’d heard some pretty creative insults. Gabi’s voice did carry a ways.

Marcus put the second clamp on, and Gabi made a sound like a teakettle.

Smiling, he held her upper arms, keeping her from moving. After minute, he asked, “Better?”

Gabi glared. “If you want to add some variety to your sex life, why don’t you just use your other hand?”

Marcus barked a laugh. Pushing her legs apart, he cupped her pussy, then held his glistening palm up to show her. “You seem to like this kind of variety, darlin’.” He smiled as she turned red and sputtered, obviously searching for an insult potent enough.

Kim’s eyes stung with tears.

Master R turned her face toward him, frowning. “He won’t hurt her, chiquita. I promise. This is how they like to play.”

“It’s not that.” Kim blinked and smiled at him. “I’m so happy for her. I always wanted her to find someone who’d push her to be herself and not some perfect person like her parents wanted.”

“Sweet gatita.” Master R kissed the top of her head. He glanced at the other couple, snorted at another Gabi insult, then shot Kim a warning look. “Just in case you think to imitate your friend, I do not permit such disrespect.”

She already knew that. He gave her a lot of leeway, but she’d learned how far she could go with mouthing off. If she’d said what Gabi had, she’d have had her butt blistered, and that certainty actually felt reassuring, like when winds stop veering and blow straight and true. “Yes, Master.”

“Now, you will please me with your soft mouth, and if you do well, your punishment won’t be…too bad.”

“What’s my punishment, Master?”

The corners of his eyes crinkled, but he didn’t answer, just unzipped his shorts and took out his cock. The piercing glinted in the light. Oh God, she hadn’t done this since…since Lord Greville and… A shudder ran through her.

“Easy, gatita.” He held his hands out to her, and she put hers in his. He squeezed reassurance, then curled her fingers around his erection. Hotter than the sun with steel under the velvety skin.

She opened her mouth to take him in-and froze. They’d tied her hands behind her back; that device had held her mouth open. Pushing into her throat, choking, no air.

“Kimberly.” A sharp tug on her hair reminded her of where she was. “Watch me, not the past.”

She pulled her thoughts together, thought through the fear the way Faith had taught her, knowing he would let her take as long as she needed. After a minute, she nodded. Ready. And reminded herself, This is Master R.

“Use your hands.”

She smiled, remembering the first time they’d made love, how he let her go as slow as she wanted as long as she kept advancing. So patient and calm. He might know her well, but she knew him too, and God, it really, really helped.

He made a noise in the back of his throat, a dom-style sound of encouragement and prodding.

Stop thinking. “Yes, Master.” She slid her hands up and down his cock. It was so engorged that the skin was taut, the veins distended. Men’s equipment never seemed particularly attractive, but Master R was so devastatingly, potently male. She ran a finger around the head, touched the piercing, cupped his heavy balls, and felt the light hair tickle her palm. She nuzzled his groin and inhaled. His own masculine scent mingled with that of the ocean. Her muscles loosened.

“Now your tongue,” he murmured.

She leaned forward and ran her tongue up his length, getting him wet. He hummed his enjoyment, and warmth filled her. God, she loved that sound he’d make. She licked until his shaft was wet and she’d traced every vein. Then she looked up.

When he nodded permission, she took him into her mouth, trying to go deep as-

“No, tesoro mio.” He wrapped her hands around the base of his shaft, preventing her from taking him in fully. “If I wanted to fuck your throat, I’d remove the piercing first, at least until you have more experience. For today, play with what I’ve given you. And be careful-metal is unforgiving on teeth.”

Oooh. She ran her tongue over her teeth. Avoid the piercing, Kim. He was still worried, she could tell, but actually, she’d daydreamed about having his cock in her mouth. She was ready. Really. She took him in carefully, making sure her teeth went past the piercing…and then played, as he’d instructed. Tracing her tongue around him, then sucking vigorously enough to get a low moan of approval.

She cupped his testicles with one hand, enjoying the weight and size. Mmm. And he’d probably smack her if she called him Master Bull.

Lifting her head, she took the top of his erection between her lips and teased the piercing with her tongue. By carefully tugging on the metal ball with her teeth, she won herself a growly groan.

His hand fisted in her hair, and she froze; when he didn’t do anything further, she continued. He grew harder, and she gloried in it.

“All right, little torturer.” Using her hair, he pulled gently her away. “Now for the punishment I promised you a while back.”

“What one?”