Branded Sanctuary (21 page)

“Yeah. Doesn‟t matter the way it looks, it‟s always pretty much the same struggle.

Or pleasure.” He slanted a smile down at her.

His fingertips grazed her waist. She could feel how much he wanted to simply take her somewhere else, maybe back to the garden. Sink down on the grass and slide into her, hold her, cherish her, give her the climax she wanted in the way she desperately wanted it. He was so good at that, at knowing exactly what she really desired. Wanting to give her that, above and beyond everything else.
Give Mistress what she desires…

Yet his gaze kept straying back to that tableau in front of them.

She saw the others here. Their subs stayed a respectful distance, didn‟t touch without permission, while he was pressed up close to her now. The way the Doms looked toward her, she was sure it was clear she didn‟t belong here. Or belong with him. She wasn‟t a Mistress, but he knew this world, was taking advantage of her inexperience to try to manipulate her back to a sheltered, isolated place away from them. Where she wouldn‟t be an embarrassment.

She knew that was her baggage rearing its ugly head, not a true reflection of his motives. But she still had something to prove to herself, and to him. It all seemed clear here, like the act of a brightly lit play, so bright that no other scenario seemed possible.

“Mistress, my name is Niall. Would you like us to bind your slave?” A helpful male attendant was standing before her. She met his eyes briefly before he lowered his with a courteous nod. There was a faint Scottish burr in his voice, and his impressive upper body had a variety of vibrant, mesmerizing tattoos of fighting dragons. While a submissive, she sensed he might have some switch capacity when needed. From his firm, reassuring manner she expected he would also provide non-patronizing guidance if asked.

“Yes,” she said, though her throat was dry. Should she ask Brendan? But in the garden, he‟d said anything. In the program, he‟d stated he was willing to give any Mistress that much of himself. Why not her? She tightened her jaw, and her resolve.

“Do you want the full punishment set? That would include full headmask, ball gag, cock harness and hooks.”

“N-no.” Though a vicious part of her was appallingly tempted, that part of her was starting to scare her a bit, because she was acutely aware of the fact she wasn‟t looking at Brendan. Part of it was she didn‟t want to lose her nerve, but on another level it was like Brendan was becoming an object to her. “Um… Other options?” Niall cocked his head, and she noted he didn‟t have any problems looking behind her at the object of her intense avoidance. With lingering appraisal. She shifted in front of Brendan. While both men were taller, the intent was unmistakable.
Mine.

Niall‟s brow lifted, his lips quirking slightly, though Chloe couldn‟t tell if it was approval or simple amusement at her naivety. “If my lady is seeking some relief, and with this slave, that‟s perfectly understandable, then we can bind his hands and feet on the scaffold. We will provide you a strap-on with a dual head or just a clitoral stimulator. You can penetrate him to your heart‟s content, have your own climax and allow him nowhere near the treasure between your legs. He‟ll have to smell your arousal and hunger for it until you grant him release. A cock harness can be provided if you want to make sure he doesn‟t lose control.”

When he nodded toward the platform, she saw there was a Mistress already there, doing just that. It was an older woman with striking long silver locks tied back in a barrette. She had a strap-on affixed over the tight bodysuit she‟d donned and wore very well. As she thrust inside the man in front of her, also silver haired and handsome, he was flushed with the effort of holding back his own climax, his cock sheathed in a condom and locked in a harness. His fingers clenched in his bindings.

While that woman had chosen the clitoral stimulator alone for her own pleasure, Chloe hungered so much for something to fill her inside, for Brendan to fill her, she liked the sound of the dual headed dildo better. Not giving herself time to think, she gave a nod. Another male attendant stepped forward and gestured to Brendan to follow him. Chloe couldn‟t help but notice the tension in Brendan‟s shoulders, and the sidelong glance he gave her out of those hazel eyes as he was led away.

She was darkly thrilled by it.

There was a place for her to change out of her dress and into a body suit. The one she was provided had an overlapping panel in the crotch to allow her to insert the phallus of the dual headed dildo. The dildo also came with a clit stimulator that fit snugly beneath a rubber guard that contoured over her crotch area, maintaining her modesty. As she eased in the naturally sized, lubricated dildo, she gasped at the sensation. Her fingers were fumbling so badly, she couldn‟t quite figure out how to tighten the straps. Eventually she did, though she almost called for the help of the female attendant.

When she took her first steps to move out of the changing area, a wave of amazing sensations swamped her. They weren‟t all physical, though having the slight movements of that dildo inside her was enough to make her steady herself on the support frame of the changing stall, take a calming breath. The tiny rubber feet of the clitoral stimulator made her want to put her hand down there, press, but she managed to quell the urge. She expected the power of her own arousal would be necessary to numb her self-consciousness, help her mount that platform in front of the casual audience that kept moving past it.

It wasn‟t as though she‟d never engaged in low-level exhibitionism. She‟d never considered herself traditional vanilla. However, after the things she‟d seen tonight, she realized she‟d stayed closer to that safe pasture than she‟d realized. She‟d always considered herself open sexually, not really limited by labels and preferences. Until recently, she‟d embraced life the same way, indulging in all forms of happiness and pleasure like a wood sprite. Tonight, though, she was exploring some rooms she hadn‟t known she had. Maybe she did understand this better than she realized, because those needs and cravings were coiling through her now, exploring the terrain of her psyche unfettered.

She stepped around the corner, and those needs ramped up about a hundred degrees. Brendan had been stripped out of the kilt so he was naked, body gleaming in the light of tiki torches and carnival lights. For a moment, she regretted intensely not hanging around to watch him be stripped and bound, because the submissive wasn‟t allowed to do that for himself. Niall and his attendant would have done it, hands lingering over the aroused body, getting him even more worked up for his Mistress‟s touch. He was oiled up, his buttocks glistening with the liberal application of the lubricant. She was starting to understand how this worked. The more tormented the sub was, the better the Master and Mistress, and the sub himself, seemed to like it.

His arms were pulled overhead, so the muscles in his back, thighs and buttocks were displayed like artwork. Feet spread, manacled down, so she saw the testicle sac, the erect cock curving out and up in front of his body in a way that was inviting comments from a far more sizeable audience than she‟d expected. Well, voyeurism was a major part of this event, and, having nabbed one of the choicest pieces of meat, she and what she was doing to him were now at center stage.

Still, it gave her pause. Niall had told her a thin curtain could be drawn around every pairing if privacy was preferred. The audience would still get a show, artful lighting providing a detailed silhouette. She thought about it, realizing she should be appalled to be thinking of Brendan as a piece of meat. But the desire to take him like this, in front of them, staking her claim in front of those smug faces, secretly thrilled as well. It was so primal, barbaric and savage. It felt right, like what life was really like at its base. The rest was false, make believe.

As she came out, Niall was there. “May I prepare you for your slave, Mistress?” At her curious nod, he inclined his head, and went to one knee. It was downright arousing to see him lubricating the rubber cock as if it were part of her, the tiny movements massaging the stimulator against her. She lifted her head and found Brendan had turned his attention to her. While his gaze was on Niall‟s hands, massaging the dildo, making those slight movements against her she wasn‟t entirely sure weren‟t intended, every rigid line of him suggested Brendan might not be pleased that someone else was doing that. It was jealousy, but a different form of it. When he lifted his gaze to hers, it was clear Niall was doing what he felt was his job to do, and his alone. It prickled along her nerves.

“Done, Mistress.” Niall finished, and as he did, his hand slid down her thigh, a whispering caress along the inner seam. Chloe gasped as a Dom she hadn‟t noticed earlier twisted around. The short whip he held landed with accuracy on Niall‟s bare back, hard enough that Niall caught his lip in his teeth to bite back the oath.

“The Mistress didn‟t give you permission to touch her anywhere else. Nor did I.”

“No, Master.” Niall bowed his head, but she thought she detected a slight smile on his face that suggested he enjoyed the consequences of the infraction.

“I‟ll punish you more thoroughly later. When I next check on you, don‟t let me catch you doing shit like that again.” The Master, a man with close-cropped dark hair and emerald eyes, lifted his gaze to Chloe. That gaze gave her pause. It was…overwhelming. Powerfully sexual, compelling, and for a moment it was as if her feet weren‟t on solid ground, as if she‟d backed up into a swamp in front of a hungry predator. However, the Dom merely gave Chloe a courteous nod and moved off, sending Niall one more quelling look.

“Wow. Are you…okay?” She‟d seen Doms flogging their submissives several times now, and even at the whip demonstration they‟d made it clear some restraint was needed to keep from breaking skin. Niall‟s Master had put all his effort into it, it seemed to her. In fact, she could see the strike welling blood, even now. “Oh my God, Niall…” Shaking his head, he rose to his feet before she could reach out and touch the wound. “It will be fine in no time, Mistress. My Master and I…are a bit unique here.

Just as you are, aye?” He gave her an easy smile. “Don‟t trouble yourself. Tell me instead what I can do to make this a more pleasurable experience for you.” He didn‟t seem concerned or disturbed by his Master‟s behavior. If there was any tension in his face, she registered it came from arousal. She didn‟t dare look down, because she was pretty sure she‟d see hard evidence of it, literally. Yeah, maybe she might have dark rooms she was exploring for the first time, but her rooms were a shack next to the sprawling castle full of them here.

It brought her feet back to earth, a little bit. She didn‟t want to hurt Brendan. That wasn‟t who she was, and she knew ignorance did far more cruelty in the world than malicious intent. Warring with shameful pride and ego, the desire to protect won out, particularly in the face of Niall‟s concerned expression.

“I‟ve never done this before.” She let it drift off, hoping she wouldn‟t have to explain further.

He nodded, shepherding her toward the platform with a bracing hand on her lower back. With the strap-on positioned so intimately on her, the touch of a male hand on her flesh made her shiver, heating her blood further. He brought her close enough to stand a couple feet behind Brendan, though not up on the platform with him yet. It was a very distracting view, looking up the length of those lean thighs, to the mouthwatering display of tight ass and stretched back muscles, the wide shoulders pulled high by the chains holding him to the horizontal bar.

“You don‟t want to keep his arms hiked up like that too long,” Niall murmured.

“I‟ll let you know when we need to take them down. As for the rest, you just ease in, let his muscles give before you move forward. You never push when it comes to the anal region. Don‟t worry.” Despite his earlier punishment, he brushed his knuckles along her spine. “Your slave‟s experienced and knows what he‟s doing. He‟ll pull you in, and when you‟re balls deep, so to speak”—he flashed a smile—”you can fuck the hell out of his ass, hard as you want. That dildo is average cock size. Would you like the curtain around the two of you?”

Chloe nodded. Now faced with the reality of doing this in front of way too many curious eyes, it was a no-brainer. She just wished she could understand why else her gut was turning cold. She was pretty damn aroused, and she‟d done some kinky stuff before, though granted not this extreme. However, the environment, everything, said Brendan was into this, so why was it feeling wrong? Everything should be all right. He was gorgeous, every inch of him waiting for her.

He couldn‟t see her now, but his head was still tilted so she could see the shape of his forehead and bridge of his nose before it was hidden by the length of his bound arm.

Completely naked, nothing on his body except that brand on his lower back that teased her fingers to touch, and then run lower, through the oil she could see slicking the taut muscles. There was a faint quiver when he shifted as much as his bonds allowed, and it made her mouth go dry, her loins tighten over the shaft inside her. Which in turn moved the clit stimulator enough to make the decision. Her gut be damned, she was going to do this.

She accepted Niall‟s hand to ascend the stage to Brendan‟s left. There was a separate set of risers to each position, so no one had to come up on stage and wiggle past someone else. She could easily see an awkward moment or two coming from that scenario. The clit stimulator stroked her as she lifted her feet to manage the steps and her pussy contracted, hard, on the dildo inside her. It was an unsteadying sensation, and so she stopped, swaying off balance, but Niall easily moved up next to her, letting her lean for a second. He smelled like pumpkin spice, and she remembered they were selling spice cakes at one of the booths. Niall had a sweet tooth. It was a reassuring thought.