ClaimingRuby (14 page)

“Do you know how I felt when you left?” He placed a hand
over the left side of his chest. “It broke me, here. You didn’t trust me. Trust
us. After everything we shared. You disobeyed me, Ruby.” His eyes blazed. “Disobedience
must be punished.” He pulled out a jewelry case. “I should have done this weeks
ago.”

Nestled on a bed of black velvet lay an exquisite silver
collar. Embedded in the center sat a perfectly cut ruby.

“Oh god.” She didn’t know what else to say. It was
beautiful. Elegant and expensive. A BDSM collar that could be worn every day as
a sign of ownership.

“I’m putting this on. You’ll never take it off unless I say
so. Do you understand, sweetheart?”

“I understand but…” A thousand thoughts bombarded her.

“Hush.” He smoothed his fingertips over her collarbone. “I’m
claiming you. You’re mine, Ruby. Now and always.” He put the collar around her
neck. The weight felt good. Right. “Don’t break my heart twice. Say yes.”

“I’m so sorry, Master.”

His nostrils flared. “Say yes.”

“Yes.”

“Now it’s time for your punishment.”

* * * * *

Ruby fingered the silk covering her eyes. It wasn’t a real
blindfold, he’d made a makeshift one from his tie. She found that more erotic.
It did the job. She was still blind. He’d explained part of her punishment
would be to surrender complete control. He also told her they were going to
Decadence. Any other questions were hushed with stern admonishments and she’d
stopped asking.

Her thoughts were a jangled mess. To calm herself she
fingered the silver collar at her throat. It grounded her.

They got out of the limo and he guided her with a gentle
pressure at the small of her back. She was completely reliant on him for
direction.

As they stepped into Decadence, her senses took over. She
could hear the steady thwack of floggers, the whistle of canes as they cut
through the air, soft moans of pleasure followed by guttural cries and pleas
for release. As they neared the dance area, the beat of the music vibrated
through her feet.

She inhaled. Leather, heat and arousal.

“Tonight I’m going to claim you in front of everyone here.
When I’m done no one, not even you, will doubt whom you belong to.”

Desire ran through her like liquid fire, pooled between her
thighs and soaked her panties. He’d barely touched her and she was gushing. He
was going to scene with her in public. Fear of the forbidden spiked her
arousal. She’d never truly been a submissive in public.

He caressed the underside of her breasts. “Are you scared,
sweetheart?”

She nodded. “I’ve never had the confidence to go public.”

“Trust me. Let me take care of you. Give me your control,
Ruby, and let me help you soar.”

She covered his hand, stroked the knuckles. The physical
contact reassured her. “I trust you.” She had a lot of rebuilding to do. He’d
given her a collar, the ultimate symbol of devotion. They’d both been shattered
by her lack of trust but it was time to leave the past behind or she would miss
out on something wonderful.

His warm breath tickled her ear. “Good girl.”

The music dimmed as they moved into a quieter area. “I’m not
really dressed for this.” She still wore her travel clothes of navy capri pants
and a white blouse. Hardly sexy.

“You won’t be needing clothes.” He took her elbow, a sign he
wanted her to stop. “I’ve asked Master Alex and Master Bastien to help in your
punishment.”

She conjured their handsome faces in her mind and clutched
at Joshua’s shirtsleeve. Every woman fantasized about been taken by more than
one man but the reality was scary and mind-blowingly arousing. Her nipples
strained against the cotton of her bra. Her clit throbbed, demanded attention.

“Trust in me.” He tugged her ear between his teeth before
leaving her standing there alone. “Greet them properly, Ruby.”

She knelt down and laced her hands behind her, pushed her
shoulder blades together and thrust out her breasts. “Good evening, Master
Alex. Master Bastien.”

Someone softly cupped her cheek. “Hello, Ruby.”

Alex. She recognized the deep timbre of his voice.

She gasped as he fisted a handful of her hair and tugged.
Pain shot through her scalp.

“Joshua tells me you ran from him. Naughty submissive.” He
caressed her neck, stroked the silver collar and she whimpered. “He’s finally
leashed you. Good. A precious thing like you needs to be owned.”

Cold air circulated around her heated skin as he moved away.

“She’s got amazing tits. I’ve been dying to touch them since
I saw her in your office.”

Bastien.

A gush of cream flooded her underwear. Surely it was soaking
through her crotch by now.

Bastien’s large hand circled her breast, tested the weight
before scraping his nail back and forth across her clothed nipple. She strained
toward him, fighting back a moan. How would Joshua feel about his friend
seducing her? Surely he’d given them permission.

“Hot little sub, isn’t she?” Bastien said.

Joshua answered, “She is. And she’s all mine to do with as I
please.”

She knew he’d stepped in front of her. She could smell his
unique masculine scent, feel his strong presence surrounding her. Every cell in
her being strained toward him—her lover, her owner, her Master.

Even though her mind was unsure of the situation, her body
knew whom she belonged to.

“Stand up, Ruby.”

She struggled to stand in an elegant manner but he helped
steady her. He was always there when she needed him.

“We are going to strip you and bind you before administering
your punishment together.”

The three men crowded her and began to strip her. They
murmured appreciative sentences as they removed her shirt then her sneakers and
finally her capri pants.

Ruby couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think straight. Nimble
fingers and hands stroked her skin—the nape of her neck, the small of her back
and the swell of her buttocks, the insides of her elbows, the insteps of her
feet. She felt like a pulsating ball of need.

Joshua led her forward and whispered to her as they walked. “You’re
so beautiful. You’re flushing a gorgeous shade of red. We can see your nipples
poking through your bra. Panties soaked like a slut begging to be fucked. Every
Dominant in the club wants to fuck you tonight but you belong to me. I’m the
only one fucking this pussy.” He stroked her slit, rubbed slow circles on her
engorged clit.

She sagged into his embrace and he said, “No coming without
permission, Ruby.”

She wouldn’t. She wanted to please him, show him she was
his. That he alone commanded her completely. “Yes Master.”

Her hip bumped something metal. He guided her hand and she
trailed it over the equipment. Her pulse quickened. The stockade. She’d been
attracted to it the first time they’d come to Decadence but never thought she’d
have the courage to play on it.

“I’m going to take the blindfold off now.”

He loosened his tie and let it drop away. She couldn’t see
the crowd as he stood in front of her, blocking her view. Probably a good
thing—if he wasn’t there she might freak out at being watched.

He lifted her chin. “Everyone is watching. Everyone either
wants to fuck you or be you. Trust me. I won’t let you fall.”

His last sentence made her heartbeat pitter‑patter. How
could she have ever doubted his love for her?

He leaned in and ran his tongue around the edge of her
collar. She moaned and let her head drop back. The wet heat spiked her arousal.
She was his to use and command as he saw fit.

“Knee over the central bar.”

She did as he commanded, settling herself into a comfortable
position.

The stockade was nothing like wooden ones from medieval
times, although Decadence did have some of those available. This one was a
metal T-shape with a cushioned bar in the center for her to rest her weight on.
At the head was a neck collar complete with padlock that allowed restricted
movement. At the side of the collar were thick leather restraints for her
wrists. At the foot of the stockade were similar restraints for her ankles.

Something about being restrained and on show turned her on.
Joshua was allowing her to live out her fantasy as well as administering his
punishment.

She wanted to thank him. She looked up and met his hot,
piercing gaze. The desire and need etched on his face melted her insides. She’d
never felt more wanted or beautiful than she did in that moment.

“Restrain her.”

Alex cuffed her wrists and secured the head collar with the
padlock while Bastien worked at her feet. Her personal collar tightened a
fraction, adding delicious pressure on her windpipe and heightening her desire.
She was utterly helpless, at the mercy of three alpha males.

Moisture coated her thighs as heat built in her core.

This was what she’d been craving for years, the strength of
a Master to take what he wanted.

Joshua crossed his arms over his chest. She followed every
ripple of movement.

So handsome. And mine.

The thought made her squirm but she couldn’t move far or
ease the ache between her legs.

“Bastien, tongue her cunt. Alex, fuck her pretty little
mouth.”

No pleasantries, no hesitation. He knew what he wanted. He
knew how tonight was going to play out. He’d planned it and that made her
hotter.

Was he going to watch while his friends brought her to
orgasm? Or would he refuse to let her come?

Bastien slid between her thighs. She heard him sniff.

“She’s soaked and hot. Creaming all down her legs.” He
rubbed her through her panties. “I can see her clit poking through the hood.
Your slut is really in heat.” He lapped at her juices and she bucked. “Hmm,
tastes fucking good too.”

He moved aside the cotton and delved into her folds. His hot
tongue speared her, licked and suckled, circled her clit before stroking it
back and forth in quick succession.

“Oh my god.” She wanted to lift her head and scream but the
collar kept her firmly in place. She ground against him. The whiskers of his
jaw abraded her skin. She didn’t care. All that mattered was reaching the edge.
She needed to come. Needed it like she needed to breathe.

“Don’t let her come. She comes for no one but me.”

She locked her gaze to her Master’s, pleaded with him
silently.

Touch me. Let me come.
“Please, Master.”

“No. You ran from me. You’ll accept your punishment like a
good girl. When this is over I want you to understand with every fiber that you’re
mine.”

He nodded at Alex. “Time to silence that pretty mouth.”

Alex stepped forward and cupped her chin. “My pleasure. Open
wide, sweet Ruby.” He unzipped his jeans and lifted out his cock. The head
glistened with pre-cum. He was smaller than Joshua but made up for it with
girth.

She parted her lips and stuck out her tongue, swiping it
across the weeping slit. “Hmmm.” He tasted salty and manly. She wanted more, so
much more.

He gripped her hair and slid his cock inside. He stretched
her jaw and she almost gagged.

“Good girl. Take him all. I know you can. You’ve swallowed
me—show Master Alex what a good cocksucker you are.”

With Joshua’s encouragement she relaxed and let Alex slide
all the way in. He groaned and it spurred her on. She’d never felt so horny, so
thoroughly decadent. Virtual strangers were fucking her and she wanted more.

Alex slammed into her while Bastien picked up the pace,
spearing her cunt. They brought her to the edge over and over. Each time Joshua
commanded them to stop. She was at his mercy and he refused to take pity on
her.

She no longer felt in control of herself. She was Joshua’s—she
was merely a toy, cherished and loved by her Master.

How could she have been so blind? She knew now she should
have talked to him about Julia. She’d never run from him again, or from her
fears.

She whimpered around Alex’s cock as Bastien hit a sensitive
spot. She shuddered.

Almost there.

“Stop.”

Both men stilled at Joshua’s command.

“My turn.”

They stepped away, leaving her hot and tied and frustrated
as hell. She’d never believed she could be this turned-on. She was laid
open—physically and emotionally. But she wasn’t scared. Joshua was there, he
wouldn’t let her fall.

“Thank Master Alex and Master Bastien for fucking your mouth
and licking your pussy.”

“Thank you, Master Alex and Master Bastien.”

“No, Ruby.” Joshua swatted her ass and she jumped as the
sting reverberated in her pussy. “Thank them for what they did to you.”

She could see the crowd gathered for their performance. They’d
attracted a lot of attention. Xander, the bartender from her first visit, stood
in the crowd, smirking. Couples were petting each other as they watched her.
She saw a few of the men were receiving discreet handjobs. Heat flamed her
already warm cheeks but their reactions spurred her on.

She wouldn’t become a coward now. These people understood
what was happening. That a Dominant had laid claim to his submissive.

She gathered her courage and looked at each man in turn. “Thank
you for letting me suck your cock, Master Alex. Thank you for licking my pussy,
Master Bastien.”

They smiled at her. In turn, they leaned down and placed
tender kisses on her cheeks. She could smell her arousal on Bastien as he
whispered, “You are precious, Ruby. Don’t doubt how he feels for you. Leap with
him.”

His words of encouragement made tears sting the backs of her
eyes.

Joshua spoke to the crowd. “As you know I’ve been coming
here for many years. I’ve topped, I’ve dominated and I’ve fucked. But I’ve
never claimed a submissive. Until now.” He stroked her hair. “This submissive
is mine and mine alone. She wears my collar. And I’m hoping she’ll agree to be
my wife.”