The Plume: The First Anthology (18 page)

Making a point.

And all too soon, Annette did come. She threw back her head, leaning her weight on Joanna as she came with a shout. Her fingernails were digging into Joanna’s leg and her shoulder. Fury filled Joanna and she forgot the injunction for silence.

“No!” she cried. “Master, please!”

Silence and stillness followed Joanna’s cry, silence and stillness that told her the magnitude of her error. The vibrator stopped, even though her body still simmered with desire. She struggled, desperate for satisfaction, unable to help herself.

“So,” the Master said softly, his voice dark with threat. “Our new slave is demanding.”

Annette laughed. “Give her to me. I’ll teach her a lesson.”

Joanna was filled with horror. Would she be surrendered to Annette? To the guard who had fingered her? How annoyed was the Master?

The Master walked around the leather box with measured steps. Annette got to her feet, and straightened her uniform, her satisfaction undisguised. Joanna hated her with all her might. Surely the Master would take her himself? She could hear her heart pounding in terror, but didn’t dare beg for a reprieve.

After long minutes of pacing, the Master squatted down in front of her. His eyes gleamed with amusement. “Not a good start, Joanna,” he said softly. “I’d hoped I wouldn’t have to discipline you so soon.” He reached out and ran his fingertips down her cheek, his tenderness bringing a lump to her throat. The way he smiled told her that he hoped for exactly this.

Although she couldn’t begin to imagine what he would do to her.

Joanna’s mouth worked in silence and desperation. The Master pulled out the remote and flicked it, his smile widening when she moaned at the movement of the vibrator. He leaned forward and touched his lips to hers, a sweet kiss that was nothing like what she wanted.

But she melted all the same. It sent a heat through her, rekindling her desire and making her want him even more.

“For the next two weeks, you’ll be ready whenever I want you,” he whispered. “You’ll be bound the way I want you. And you’ll come only when you have permission.” He flicked a glance at Annette. “Or I’ll give you to them. What do you say to that?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Now. Shall I punish you this time, or let Annette do it?”

It was a test.

“Please, Master, I beg of you.” Joanna swallowed. “Do whatever pleases you most.”

He smiled with surprise and pride. He flicked a glance at Annette, who left the cell and slapped the door hard behind herself.

When the door to the cell had clanged shut, sealing Joanna’s fate, the Master removed one of his gloves. He slapped it against his palm and began to circle her again. “Careful what you wish for,” he murmured, then the leather cracked against her buttocks.

Joanna cried out, as much in shock as anything else.

The Master moved quickly, deftly gagging her with a length of cloth. His fingertips lingered on her cheek, stroking her as she struggled. “It’s a gift, my Joanna. Just this once, you can scream if you want to. The first day is the most difficult.” He kissed her forehead, his lips warm against her skin.

Joanna felt a strange gratitude flood through her.

She was filled with trepidation as the silence stretched between them, wishing he’d start and fearing what would happen when he did. She heard the sound of his boots as he walked around her, felt the weight of his gaze upon her. Her anticipation was unbearable, that vibrator taking her desire to record heights.

She knew she shouldn’t have been surprised when he took another picture.

Then he set to work, alternatively spanking her and kissing her. He switched back and forth between blows and caresses, making her skin heat and burn, blurring the line between pain and pleasure. That vibrator pulsed steadily against her clitoris, forcing a connection in Joanna’s mind between the Master’s punishment and raging pleasure.

She was weeping.

She was moaning.

She was on fire from head to toe.

She had no idea how long the delicious torment lasted, only that every passing moment made the hunger of her sex even greater. She couldn’t think of anything except sex, except the desire that burned through her body. She was shivering and shuddering, until finally the Master parted her buttocks with his gloved hands.

Joanna shuddered, hoping he knew how much she wanted him.

She arched her back, inviting his touch. She heard him chuckle, then felt exultant when his hard huge cock slid inside her. He filled her to bursting.

She heard him catch his breath and her heart raced.

He caught her hips in his hands and pulled her closer, burying himself even more deeply inside her. That vibrator moved more slowly, building the hunger that Joanna feared would never be satisfied. The Master moved slowly, dragging himself against her with deliberation, prolonging the pleasure so that she could have screamed. Joanna moaned, a moan that came from the depths of her soul.

The Master bent over her then, his skin pressed against hers, his heat trapping her against the leather box. “I command you to come,” he whispered in her ear. He unclipped the harness that wrapped around her right thigh and slid his fingers beneath the vibrator. Joanna jumped at the touch of his gloved fingers.

It was perfect.

The Master moved inside her with powerful strokes, his fingers flicking against her clitoris. He coaxed her passion to rise even higher. She was trapped to his will. She was his captive slave – and she’d bound herself. She was in the Dungeon for two entire weeks, and there was nothing she could do to save herself.

She didn’t want to be anywhere else.

When the Master thrust deep inside Joanna and pinched her clitoris at the same time, she had no choice but to obey his command. The orgasm ripped through her body with the force of a tsunami.

Once she started to come, she didn’t think she would ever stop.

* * *

Athena was proud of the new game, and loved how the members had taken to it. She was particularly aroused by the prospect of introducing Mike to it.

She knew he’d be a natural.

She had missed him.

Athena led Mike through the bar, well aware of his hungry gaze. He drank in the details of the club, just as he always had. She was also aware of the members watching Mike, their gazes assessing. He’d always been a prime specimen but a few years had filled him out a bit more, made him look more like a warrior.

It worked for Athena in a big way.

She guided him through the crowd, using her riding crop once in a while, driving him toward a new addition in the back corner. They stepped over the threshold, the doors opened wide at Athena’s nod, and she shivered in the chill of the air.

Mike caught his breath, his gaze dancing over the arrangements as he tried to guess the game. A large square was cordoned off, like a boxing ring. It was like a box, its floor waist high, with a viewing platform all around its perimeter. She led Mike up the railing. The surface within the box shone red, seeming to ripple in the light. There was a strong scent of cherries. Mike glanced at Athena in confusion.

Athena smiled and glanced back at the bar. The doors they had entered were being pushed back, the entire wall being opened between the two spaces. Members began to notice and mill toward this new zone.

“Now,” she murmured, seeing the guards erupt from the corners of the bar.

There were six of them. They were hooded and gloved and dressed all in black, brigands with a particular booty in mind. A frisson of excitement passed through the crowd as the guards pushed through the throng to their target.

A woman was seized, one of the serving girls. She screamed and struggled, but was easily carried off by the guards. She was lovely, her chestnut curls hanging almost to her waist. Athena smiled in admiration as she was tipped upside down, the lace froth of her apron framing the display of her genitals. She heard Mike catch his breath.

The guards stripped her nude as she fought against them, overwhelming her with sheer number. She was slender with fair skin and Athena felt the excitement of the members as they watched her capture.

“A volunteer?” Mike asked, watching the woman struggle.

Athena nodded. “Tess. Voracious appetite for abduction. It’s her ultimate fantasy and tonight, it will come true.” She and Mike exchanged a smile.

A master of ceremonies appeared in a black tuxedo, cutting a path through the crowd to the new room as spotlights trained upon him. He took up a microphone at the edge of the box, and began his patter about Tess, the insatiable serving girl, and her need to be claimed. The members thronged closer, holding their drinks and their slaves. The Plume itself seemed to pulse with desire.

Athena stroked the back of Mike’s neck as Tess was chained to a steel pillar with heavy silver chains. The pillar terminated in a small round platform at the bottom and in a loop high over her head. The chains were wrapped around Tess to secure her to the pillar, locking to fixed loops at regular intervals. Tess struggled and bit, making a show of her abduction, but the guards overwhelmed her easily. She arched her back and opened her mouth when she was bound, clearly in her element.

Athena watched Mike’s erection grow. There was something primal about abduction and capture games, Athena was convinced, something bound into our very essence as a species. They turned almost everybody on.

And she was no exception.

The loop at the top of the pillar was secured to a chain, one that disappeared into the darkness overhead. Tess squealed as she was lifted into the air, then screamed as she was swung out to spin above the red sea. She was lowered over the very middle of the box, the platform a foot above that rippling red surface.

“Should have gagged her,” Athena murmured and saw Mike smile. His eyes were shining as he watched, his dick telling her everything she needed to know. She’d invented this game and he loved it.

He really should be hers.

Forever.

“What is it?” he asked and Athena smiled.

“Red gelatin. Waist deep.”

Mike grinned.

“We have to keep it chilly in here to ensure the set, even though we have it made thicker.”

Mike nodded, his anticipation clear. Members were pressing against the perimeter, leaning over the rail to watch. Athena felt Mike’s pulse skip, stroked his skin, felt her own passion rise. Tess looked divine, as she struggled cried out for a savior. Athena knew she was desperate to be claimed and dominated.

“And now the contenders,” the master of ceremonies declared. The spotlight swung to highlight one corner. Athena loved this part. She reached down to stroke Mike’s cock and felt him shudder.

Four men fought to claim the platform in that corner. They wrestled and scrapped with each other, until one managed to claim the space and stand up there. The crowd jeered and jostled until one man claimed each corner, the master of ceremonies acknowledging the winner.

It was Vlad who seized the first corner, a huge bear of a man. At the command of the master of ceremonies, he peeled off his clothes, revealing an impressive collection of tattoos. A chain swung through the air toward him, a black harness at the end of it. He tugged it on like a vest, locking it around his waist and chest. He looked like a gladiator.

Athena was proud of the way she’d addressed the safety concerns. No one was going to drown in gelatin at her game, but she loved that the vests looked as good as they did.

Vlad pumped his fists in the air, soliciting support from the crowd. They roared, repeating his name like a mantra, and he grinned as he eyed the prize.

Tess blew him a kiss.

“Vlad loves this game,” Athena told Mike, nodding at the man in question. “Says he was born to play it.”

Three more contenders claimed the other platforms and zipped into their safety vests. The master of ceremonies blew a whistle and all four men leapt into the square. They sank up to their armpits in gelatin and began to thrash their way toward Tess. Lights were turned on beneath the floor of the square, illuminating the gelatin.

The crowd roared with pleasure.

The gelatin provided an obstacle, slowing them down and making them work for it. They all broke a sweat before they’d taken half a dozen steps, their muscles bulging. The sight through the red gleam was just lovely.

Athena moved to trap Mike between herself and the rail. She wrapped her arms around him, squeezing his balls with one hand and stroking the length of his cock with the other. She leaned her head on his shoulder, watching the contest. She smiled when he groaned.

She smiled even more when he slid his fingertip along her sex. His hands were still bound but they were secured behind his back – which put them between the two of them. Even through her latex bodysuit, she could feel the strength of his hands. She parted her legs and let him finger her, feeling her pulse begin to race.

She should have disciplined him for being so bold of a slave.

But his recklessness and creativity was what she loved about him.

One of the men changed course when he was within feet of Tess and body checked his competition. A fight broke out between the men then, each trying to overwhelm the other and get to Tess first. The illumination showed that man kicking Vlad’s legs out from beneath him.

Vlad went down, disappearing into the red gelatin. The chain on his vest was tugged and he was hauled into the air. He shook the gelatin out of his face, and still in the air, snatched for his attacker with a roar. The move made him swing on the chain. The attacker grinned, gave him a shove and Vlad swung back toward his corner.

The chain was loosened and he was dropped to the floor again, twenty feet from where he had been. He lunged through the gelatin with fury.

The men fought dirty and they fought hard. They were constrained to shoving and tripping and snatching, no punching. The gelatin provided enough challenge. One seized the base of the platform as Vlad combatted his rival, then slid right back into the gelatin again.

“Petroleum jelly,” Athena whispered. “Wonderful stuff.”