Emerald Dungeon (10 page)

After the dinner show, Dana bade the guests farewell as she usually did and snuck

down into the dungeon to wait for her Master. The dungeon was their secret place for

pleasure and pain. And tonight she’d planned a little test of her own. She loved the

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strong, Dominant voice Jack used as he commanded her in sensual, reassuring ways

through adventurous sexual games.

In the dungeon, she added on another turf brick to the fire that was already

burning. With what she had planned, they might be there a while, if not all night.

Undressing out of her costume, she got completely naked and slipped on the come-

fuck-me red heels she’d bought in town and had stuffed in her purse. She untied her

hair from the twist it was in for the show and let her brown waves drape over her

shoulders and back. As usual, he had the table filled with hedonistic supplies.

There was something frightening and exciting about being restrained. Her cunt was

soaked and clenching. She hoped tonight’s session ended with him fucking her because

she wanted to feel his hard cock thrusting inside her. The sound of footsteps on the

stone steps made tremors course through her body. Quickly, she took the position on

the slant bench, legs spread wide, ass high and her breasts resting on a padded board.

When he entered the dungeon, he said, “Mmmm. My slave is anxious. Naked

already and in position. I like the shoes.”

“Thank you, Master. I wore them to please you.”

He shed his renaissance clothing and stood in front of her naked. His cock, hard

and erect, swayed in front of her face, teasing her. Licking her lips, she was tempted to lean forward and take him into her mouth. “Why did you choose the bench? I had

ordered you to stand by the wall restraints,” he asked as he moved closer and stroked her breasts. His cock was an inch from her face, she could smell his musky scent but she didn’t dare take him without permission. What she planned later was bad enough.

Shifting position, his hand slid over her ass, down her cleft, then he sank a finger

into her cunt. “You’re dripping.”

She gasped. “I always love to be flogged, Master, but I’d hoped to suck your cock

tonight and then feel you fuck me.”

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He gave a sexy, low laugh. “I like when my slave expresses her needs as long as she

doesn’t try to top from the bottom. Or maybe you’re hoping I’ll punish you more

tonight.”

“Yes, Master, if that’s your wish.”

“My slave should trust me more. If she would surrender herself completely, her

pleasure would be greater.”

“I do trust you, Master.”

“Not completely. Get up and stand by the wall like I’d asked.” His words were firm

but gentle. Stretching her arms straight up over her head and spreading her legs wide apart, he strapped her into the shackles that were anchored into the wall and floor.

“Comfortable?”

“Yes, Master.” Anticipation made her pussy twitch and her nipples harden, erect

and sensitive, aching for his touch or the sting of the nipple clamps. Her eyes drifted over to the hammock suspended from the ceiling, the one Shannon had been writhing

in and screaming in pure pleasure. She didn’t believe she’d reached that level of ecstasy that Shannon had.

Jack lifted her chin and brought his face close. “Where are your thoughts, my

lady?”

“I was remembering Shannon for a moment.”

Jack let out a breath then squeezed her nipple until she yelped. “Keep your

thoughts here and you’ll enjoy this much more.” He unshackled her ankles and turned

her around to face the wall, then reshackled her ankles. “Extra punishment should keep you focused.” Grinning down at her.

“Yes, please, Master.”

He began with the flogger, swatting her buttocks and thighs and gently stroking the

sides of her breasts. The rough, cool stone rubbed against her nipples and heightened their sensitivity. Rocking her hips, she ached to rub her clit against something to ease 71

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the throbbing. If he touched her there, she could come with little effort. The flogging stopped and she caught herself before she groaned out loud.

“We’re going to try something different tonight.” She heard him pick something up

from the table but didn’t turn her head to look. His rough hand rubbed her ass then she felt a sharp sting on one side.

She cried out from the sharp pain. “What was that, Master?”

“A cane.”
Swat!
He struck her again on the other side and the sting rang through her body. Clenching her teeth, she waited as the pain converted to waves of throbbing in her pussy. Her pulse pounded in her head. She hoped she’d feel another strike

because her body was humming.
Swat! Swat!
She groaned. Her hips and knees quivered as her groin craved attention. His mouth, fingers or any stimulation would send her

over into a blissful orgasm.

He stopped and rubbed her ass, then slipped toward her pussy. “Edge,” she cried

out.

He pulled his hand away. “Very good, slave. I hadn’t given you permission to

come.” He put the cane down and picked up something else. When he returned, he

worked her nipples between his thumb and forefinger and attached nipple clamps.

Manipulating her already raw and sensitive nipples was pushing her to the brink of

another orgasm. What if she ignored his order and allowed herself to come? Would he

give her more punishment? Maybe then she’d reach that level of ecstasy like Shannon.

“Is my slave’s mind drifting again?”

“No, Master. I liked the cane.”

He gave a short laugh. “I could tell. You like the clamps too.”

“Yes, they feel good.”

Sliding his hand between her legs, he thrust a finger inside her and pressed his hard cock against her tender buttocks. Dana rocked her hips as he fucked her cunt with his finger. She wanted more, she wanted his thick cock filling her.

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“Wet, yes. But I don’t think you’re quite ready.” His hand slipped from her body

and he moved to the table. A moment later the cane struck her again and again.

Instantly, her pussy was clenching and dripping. Her clit was so hard, it ached.

“How about now?” Sliding his hand around, she knew the moment he touched her she

would come, but she didn’t warn him this time or fight to hold back.

His fingers stroked her swollen and sensitive clit and she plunged over the edge in

an intense orgasm. “Master, I can’t stop it. I’m coming.”

“Fuck.” Jack dropped the cane and pressed his body to her, stroking her clit until

the tremors of her orgasm eased. Why hadn’t she warned him sooner? It happened,

especially to a novice, but they’d been together for a couple months now. After the

spasms from her body ceased, he left her shackled and didn’t say a word. As much as

he wanted to fuck her, he had to give her a punishment for defying him.

Walking over to the table, he picked up a black scarf and returned slowly. Dana

strained to look over her shoulder to see what he was doing, her eyes wide. He

blindfolded her, then left her there. Long moments passed. She kept lifting her head as if trying to hear what he was doing but he was very still. When her body began to

tremble he began pacing the room so she’d hear him walking, then he shoved the

lounger, the noise made her jump.

“Master? I’m sorry, I didn’t let you know. I was testing you.”

He squeezed his eyes shut and didn’t answer.
Not good.

Damn, she was so beautiful, and so innocent, it was killing him to do this. When she

whimpered, he thought his heart would break but he bit his lip. It wasn’t the orgasm, it was the fact that she did it to defy him. Her safety was in his hands. He couldn’t have a sub “testing” him. He slipped on a condom and picked up a crop. At the lounger, he

swatted the brocade material with the crop. Dana jumped and cried out from the sharp

crack.

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Without a word he unshackled her ankles, and Dana attempted to turn around. He

pressed her against the wall to keep her back to him. She didn’t protest. When she tried to squeeze her legs together, he roughly pushed them apart. His commands were by

touch, and she followed his orders without hesitation.

Legs spread and arms over her head, Dana remained quiet until he struck her with

the crop on her buttocks. She let out a yelp and her body jerked. Her breathing

quickened. The crop glided up and down each leg, to her pussy, up her back, over her

breasts, then arms, like a gentle caress, a tease, then slowly back down and rested on her buttocks. He gave her another swat. She yelped. Her body quivered. God damn, he

wanted to take her now, but his lesson wasn’t over yet.

Sliding his hand between her legs, he felt her cream soaking her pussy. She was

ready for him.

He struck her again, not as hard because he saw she was slumping in the restraints.

She never moved her legs even without the shackles.
Good slave.
His cock was so hard and his balls so tight, he didn’t know how much longer he could stand not fucking her.

Finally, her groans of pleasure were too much of a temptation. His slave loved pain so much but he didn’t want to overdo it. He had to be inside her.

Dropping the crop, he spun her around and lifted her legs to wrap around his hips

and plunged deep into her cunt.

“Omigod,” she cried out.

Her hands gripped around the chains that held her to the wall as he drove his cock

rapidly into her. The sight of the nipple clamps on her distended peaks drove him

deeper and harder with his thrusts. Tightening her legs around his hips, she let out a groan that told him she was coming again. He felt the pressure build, then let out a

bellow as his orgasm exploded inside her.

When the pulsing eased, he slid out of her, unfastened the shackles, wrapped her in

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sat her down. After discarding the condom, he brought her a damp cloth from the table of supplies. Pulling her onto his lap, he gently removed the nipple clamps.

“Ouch. They hurt worse coming off.” She gave a chuckle.

“So I’ve heard.”

She held him close and looked up at him, giving him a tentative smile. “I had a

reason, Master.” There was no defiance in her voice, the gentleness in her eyes twisted in his gut.

“Why, Dana? You’re not a novice anymore. You’ve always told me when you were

close before, but this time I think you defied me on purpose.”

“Not to anger you, but I do want to be punished, punished harder.”

He studied her for a moment. “It’s more than that. Tell me.”

“I think you hold back. I wanted to disobey an order to receive a more severe

punishment to see if…”

“To see if what?” His words were sharper than he’d intended.

“If extreme pain would bring the ecstasy that Shannon experienced that first day I

arrived.”

He shook his head. “No, slave. It has nothing to do with the level of pain.

Something else is holding you back. Lack of trust, fear. I don’t know. I bring you right to the point where I think you’ll completely surrender and then you backpedal. A lack of communication between a Master and his sub can be dangerous. I’m responsible for

your safety.”

“I know.” She nodded and rested her head on his chest. “Jack, I’m leaving in less

than two weeks. I’m running out of time.”

“Maybe that’s it. You’re thinking about leaving.” He pulled her back to look into

her eyes. “Stay then. You can live with me. I’ll help you find some kind of work, maybe where you can play your harp.”

She shook her head. “I have a good job at home. There’s no guarantee here.”

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“Who said life has guarantees? Follow your heart.”

She looked at him, and he was surprised by the emotion in her eyes. “Why don’t

you come back to the states with me?”

He shook his head. “I can’t. I just signed the loan to buy my uncle’s store yesterday.

If I were to sell it, he wouldn’t have any place to work. Since my aunt died, working is the only thing that gives him joy. I can’t take that away from him. What gives you joy?”

She considered that for a moment. “You. My harp.”

He kissed her, slow and deep then kissed her forehead. “Dana, stay here with me.

We can work out the details together. I want more than a sexual submissive. I want

you.”

Her heart was breaking. Did she love him? Maybe but she didn’t want to give him

any promises she couldn’t keep. “I’ll have to think about it.”

“Do that. Like you said, you don’t have much time.” He got up, got dressed and

began packing up his devices and toys in a duffle.

She dressed and started up the stairs.

“Wait, I’ll walk you back,” he said.

“I can find my way.” She continued walking.

“I know, but I’m walking you back. Wait.”

She came back down and sat on the lounger.

Returning to the table, Jack stuffed the rest of the items into the bag.
My sub needs to
trust me.
He was about to shut off the lights when he noticed a small, white piece of paper left in the center of the table. A cold shiver went up his back. It wasn’t there a moment ago. He didn’t want to touch it. Finally, he picked it up and turned it over.

It was a business card with the text: 1-800-DOM-help.

He groaned.
What the fuck?
Was Damon around? There were no hidden passages

leading into the dungeon, as far as he knew.