Mastered 2: Ten Tales of Sensual Surrender (11 page)

“You made me feel like that part of me was wrong,” Ty snarled.

The astonishment on Noah’s face was fucking gratifying.  He hadn’t meant to make Ty feel that way.  The conflict had been in his own mind.  It was a relief because it meant Noah truly loved all of him, not just the parts that worked with his Dominance.

Noah loosened his grip on Ty’s hair.  But Ty reached up and held Noah’s hand to his head, a silent plea to remain linked.  His Master threaded his fingers through Ty’s hair.  “I love every part of you, you bastard.  Why can’t you see that?”  He dropped his hand away and turned his back on Ty.

His Master.  So willing to do whatever it took to make it all work between them, even if it meant bringing a woman he didn’t know into their relationship.  Ty reached out and pressed his chest against Noah’s back.  “I do see it.”

Noah shook his head.  “No, you don’t.”  His smile was filled with pain.  “You never have.”

Ty stepped around to face Noah.  “I’ve made you unhappy?  Is that it?”

“You fucking idiot,” Noah practically shouted.  He never shouted.  Ty’s eyes widened, shock making him still.  This was his Master, the man who stayed in control no matter what.  No one could be more confident and powerful than Noah.  In seven years, Ty had never seen this side of his Master.  Vulnerable, uncertain, on the edge.

It was probably sick, but Ty felt a little thrill in his heart to see it.  It meant he
mattered. 
He faced his Master and refused to back away.  When Noah reached for his shoulders, Ty ducked into his lover’s arms and kissed him.  For a heartbreaking moment, Noah’s lips were tight, angry, closed against Ty.  Then his Master groaned and took over.

Noah’s kiss always held a hint of violence.  Now his possession was brutal, his teeth biting Ty’s bottom lip hard, the pain a welcome relief.  There was no doubt who dominated, yet Ty gave as good as he got, demanding more from Noah than he had in a long time.

Ty broke away and dropped to his knees.  He tore open Noah’s jeans and yanked his underwear out of the way, desperate for a taste.  There was no admonishment for Ty’s actions, done without permission.  None of that mattered.

When he took Noah’s cock in his mouth, Ty moaned, reveling in the way it filled him.  He was rough and insistent, sucking hard and demanding Noah’s response.  His Master’s growl was punctuated by the thrust of his hips, driving his length deeper down Ty’s throat.  There was only one thing missing.  As if Noah read Ty’s mind, his Master gripped his hair and held his head still, thrusting harder.

The vein on Noah’s dick pulsed and Ty redoubled his efforts. 
Give it to me, damn it.  Give it all to me.
  His thought could only be communicated by the pressure of his fingers on Noah’s thighs and a desperate moan.

Noah’s hoarse shout was followed by the heavenly explosion of semen into Ty’s mouth.  He captured every drop, determined to give his Master pleasure, to prove that he belonged to Noah and always would.

Ty wanted to keep sucking Noah’s cock, cleaning it, savoring it.  But Noah yanked his head away and pulled Ty to his feet.  Noah claimed Ty’s mouth with a desperation and power that he never had before.

When Noah broke away, the expression on his face rattled Ty more than any of his Master’s words or actions.  Resignation.  Despair.  Sadness.  Ty wouldn’t let Noah go, holding him.  “No.  Don’t turn away.”

Their foreheads touched and Noah’s warm breath tickled Ty’s face.  Noah’s voice was hoarse.  “You want me to fully participate in this scene with Natasha.”

“God, yes.”  Ty reached up and clasped Noah’s face in his hands.  “I want you both.  Don’t you get it?”

Noah nodded, but Ty could see that his Master didn’t believe it.  Sex wasn’t going to convince him.  Only time could do that.

Chapter Two

Damn, she needed this.  Tasha adjusted her blouse and studied her reflection.  Ty was right.  The schoolgirl look on her was sexy.  She liked the way the skirt flared out, its red-and-green plaid giving her a festive look.  The white satiny blouse was too tight but Ty’s note had said he’d bought it that way on purpose.

Once Noah had told her that Ty had reserved a spot at Master A’s house for the weekend, she hadn’t been able to think about anything else.  Of course, both Noah and Ty had made her wait, keeping her on edge all week.

Now they were here, in this beautiful home with solid wooden furniture in every room and eye rings on every ceiling.  Master A had been the perfect host, his dark eyes studying her carefully, since she was an unknown to him.  Apparently his concerns were alleviated, because he smiled and shook her hand to welcome her.

Ty and Noah handed her off to Sasha Paulus with a list of instructions and a kiss from each of them.

Though Ty had dominated her on occasion over the last two weeks, the instructions she’d received indicated that tonight he was taking it to a new level.  She frowned at her reflection.  Neither of her new lovers had demanded too much, always keeping their times in bed together light and easy with just a hint of kink.  And they hadn’t made love to her at all last week.  Not that she’d felt left out of anything, but it had been clear that they weren’t going to push her into something she didn’t want to do.

Tasha was well aware that this wasn’t satisfactory to any of them.  Noah was a hardcore Dominant with a taste for bondage and roleplaying.  Ty was a switch who had been a submissive for years and wanted to break out as the Dominant she knew he could be.  And she was a new submissive, hungry for the kind of experiences the two men could give her.

Yet all three of them had been cautious, almost hesitant to step into the kinkier side of their connection.  Tasha wasn’t stupid.  She was pretty sure the two men were being careful because of her.  So tonight was important.  She wanted to dive into what they had to offer and learn to trust them the way she’d always dreamed of trusting a partner.  Or two partners in this case.

A knock on the door brought her out of her thoughts.  “Are you ready?”

“I think so.”  Tasha opened the door and gripped Sasha Paulus’s hand.  “I’m scared to death.”

Sasha grinned.  She had the most beautiful dark eyes and smooth brown skin.  Her white peasant blouse was loose at the neck, revealing the swell of her breasts, and the belt at her waist emphasized her curves.  Short, sassy and fun, Sasha had known Tasha when they were both younger, but they’d lost touch until they’d run into each other at a club in Los Angeles during Tasha’s submissive training.

“Well, I did warn you,” Sasha said, and fiddled with Tasha’s collar.

And she had.  Sasha had warned her that breaking up Ty and Noah might be more of a task than Tasha was able to accomplish.  She’d also said that Noah might be more of an asset on her side than Tasha had believed.  It seemed like a million years since that fateful plane ride.

“What do think of this, Sasha?  You’ve known me and Ty forever.”  Tasha licked her lips.  “Do you think we’re crazy to try to make it work with the three of us?”

For a moment, Sasha studied her, searching Tasha’s face with an intense stare.  Then she answered quietly.  “I think you’d be crazy not to try.”

Tasha swallowed.  “I’m so fucking nervous.”

“You should be.  I’ve seen the itinerary for tonight’s entertainment.”  Sasha linked her arm through Tasha’s.  “Ty looks positively evil, and for once, I’m jealous.”

“Liar.  He’s not your type.”  All Tasha wanted was to focus on something else instead of the butterflies in her stomach.

“So you think you know what my type is, do you?”  Sasha bumped her hip against Tasha’s.  “I can’t wait to hear this one.”

“Totally alpha but quiet, contained.  Someone very serious.”  The description fit Sasha’s brother, and Tasha had always believed that Atticus, or Master A, was the kind of Master any submissive would want, including Sasha.

The smile dropped from Sasha’s face.  “You couldn’t be more wrong.”  And for a moment Tasha wondered at the brief flash of hurt she noted on her friend’s face.  But then the expression was gone. “I’m an equal-opportunity submissive.  Any Dominant who can get me off will do.”

Lie.  That was a bald-faced lie.  She stopped and gripped Sasha’s arm.  “There’s something you’re not telling me.”

Sasha opened her mouth and then shut it.  She cleared her throat and Tasha thought she’d hear what was really going on.  Instead, Sasha said, “Have I distracted you enough?  It’s time.”

Time?  Time for what?

A door opened on Tasha’s left and Noah appeared.

Holy shit.

Noah was decked out in a three-piece suit complete with a solid-red tie.  His black shoes were polished and all his tattoos were covered.  He wore no piercings in his ears and he looked as if he belonged in a high-powered conference room.

When he approached, he wore a stern expression but was completely devoid of any other emotion.  “The principal will see you now.”

Tasha blinked and stepped forward.  Noah didn’t touch her as he stood aside to let her pass into the room beyond.  When she scooted by him, he whispered, “You’re in trouble now.”

Those words electrified her and she struggled to catch her breath.  She entered the room and glanced at the decor.  A solid wooden desk dominated the room and a spanking bench to the left of it seemed to be part of the background.  On the right of the desk was a table with a dark-blue tablecloth that held several items.

None of them looked comfortable.

There was a paddle about the size of a ping-pong paddle with the words “Bad Girl” cut out on it.  There was a long stick that looked like a willow branch.  A white cane stretched horizontally over more than half the table’s length.  Lined up neatly in a row were about twenty clothespins.

Seated behind the desk, Ty seemed to be focused on papers in front of him and didn’t look up when she entered the room.  “Sit down, Ms. Sears.”

There was a plastic chair facing the desk, and she carefully lowered herself into it.  Her skirt was so short that it was a challenge to keep it over her ass when she sat.  Ty still didn’t glance her way, and she began to feel nervous and uncomfortable, even though she knew this was a scene, that she had a safeword and that Ty would never hurt her in a million years.

“Mr. Dreyfus, would you please tell me the rules Ms. Sears has broken today?”  Ty’s voice was flat, his gaze still on the papers.

Tasha jumped when Noah gripped her arm and yanked her to her feet.  “Her skirt is too short and her blouse is too tight.  Definitely not according to our dress code.”

Considering she’d dressed according to Ty’s instructions, she involuntarily spoke.  “Hey, wait a minute—” The words died in her throat when Ty finally looked up.

His eyes glittered and the stern expression was borderline scary.  He looked angry.  It was hard to remember that this was roleplaying.  Damn he was fucking good at this shit.

“Have I given you permission to speak?” Ty snapped.  “I’m beginning to think Mr.Dreyfus is right and you are a troublemaker.”

Her cheeks burned.  The bastard.  He just wanted to punish her.  She hadn’t done anything wrong.  She tipped her chin and glared at the principal.

“Look at her.  She’s defiant and disrespectful,” Noah said, and shook his head.

Ty sighed.  “She will have to be punished.  That offensive skirt.  You can almost see her pussy.  I think she’s flaunting herself.  I will have to teach her the consequences.”

She couldn’t breathe.  He couldn’t mean he was going to fuck her.   He did.  Anticipation whipped through her and she took a step toward him.  Noah pulled her back and pushed her into the chair.  “Yes, she needs a lesson.”

“Mr. Dreyfus, you may choose one item for her punishment and she will choose the second.”  Ty’s stare was cold, and Tasha shivered. She struggled to remember that it was a part he was playing, that this was a game.

Ty rose and walked around the desk in front of her.  He bent down and whispered in her ear.  “Tasha?  What’s your safeword?”

“Persimmon, Sir.”  She remembered now.  It was a game for her pleasure.

He leaned back and towered over her.  “What have you chosen, Mr. Dreyfus?”

Ty reached out and Noah handed him the paddle that said “Bad girl”.  They were going to mark her and she couldn’t wait.

“Assume the proper position, Ms. Sears.”  Ty’s harsh tone caused Tasha’s core to melt and a trickle of her response slid down her leg.

When Ty’s gaze swerved to focus on the inside of her thigh, she moved her hand to wipe away the evidence of her desire.  She found her hand gripped by Noah.  “She can’t resist touching herself.”  Noah made a tutting sound.  “Definitely a bad girl.”

“You’re only making your punishment worse,” Ty snapped.  “Get over to that spanking bench.”

Tasha scrambled to the bench and bent over the saddle.  The equipment was low enough that her knees were on the floor, but high enough that she had to grip the hand rings on either side to keep from sliding off.  Noah produced a bolt of rope and began to wind the soft strands around her wrists until she was restrained to the bench.  He slid the rope over her upper body like a harness, her breasts outlined by his work.  When his hands brushed her nipples, she moaned and squirmed.

The smack of the paddle startled her.  “Hold still,” Ty growled.

Noah lifted her skirt and bound it to her upper back with more knots.  Her pussy and her ass were exposed, her outfit not requiring underwear.

“Shameless,” Ty said, and added, “but I’ll beat it out of you.”

Tasha’s pussy throbbed and she had to focus to hold still.  The rope dug into her skin and increased her sensitivity to the slightest touch.  Noah drove her crazy by adding strokes with his fingers as he knotted the rope around her body.

Once she was bound, Noah stepped out of her line of sight and silence filled the room.  Tasha squirmed, trying to see where Ty might be, wanting to see him.  But she couldn’t strain her neck to see over her shoulder.

“Hold still,” Ty snapped, and she froze.  When would he strike?  Was it going to be the paddle?  A belt?  The anticipation was worse than any pain from a spanking she’d ever had.  When his fingers slid over the skin of her left butt cheek, she jumped and whimpered.  “You are a very disobedient girl.  Mr. Dreyfus was right to bring you to me.”

His touch was gone and she wondered what was next.  When the paddle hit her bottom, she cried out involuntarily, more surprised than anything else.  The next strike stung like a motherfucker and she snarled as she yanked on the ropes.  Yet the sting spread over her ass, through her whole body, lighting up her nerves like Christmas lights.

The third whack hurt.  Really fucking hurt.  Tears sprang into her eyes and she sobbed.  Maybe she couldn’t take this shit.  Maybe she’d been kidding herself and Ty was too hardcore, too experienced for her.  Even as she had those confused thoughts, her pussy throbbed with need from the sensations that flowed through her.  It was amazing.  It was frightening.

During her training, she’d experienced subspace, but it hadn’t been like this, on edge, yet floating.  By the sixth strike, Tasha let go.  She lost count, her body twisting and arching out of control.  She loved it, yet she growled and snarled, emotions raw and painful.  The tears that had gathered in her eyes now streaked her face, their progress making her cheeks itch and distracting her from the pain for an instant.

The burning spread over her ass, at the juncture of her thighs, in the dip where her hips bent over the spanking apparatus.  The best and the worst of the sensation was centered on her right buttock, where Ty struck over and over, giving her a respite by whacking her in another area but coming back to that same spot.

How many had she taken?  She couldn’t say.  Everything was fuzzy.  Even when he stopped, the sensations still blossomed over her skin, spreading out, causing her to gasp helplessly.

“How bad are you, Ms. Sears?” Ty asked her.  Then he slid two fingers inside her wet channel and she almost screamed from the pleasure.  She strained and pressed back to deepen his penetration.  He chuckled, an evil sound that only made her hotter.  “Very bad.”

“You...make me...bad,” she managed to gasp.

His hand moved like a snake to smack her sore ass, and she yelped.  “Disgusting.  Blaming others for your shortcomings.  You need something in your smart mouth to remind you that you are not in charge.”

Ty stepped in front of her and unbuckled his pants.  Tasha’s mouth watered, wanting and needing his cock.  Yes!  He wasn’t gentle as he filled her, but thrust his dick to the back of her throat, and her eyes watered.

“Mr. Dreyfus, if you would please administer the rest of this bad girl’s punishment.”  Ty didn’t even sound affected by her frantic sucking and needy mouth as she moaned around his flesh.

“Gladly.”  Noah picked up a wooden ruler from the table.  Oh shit.  That was going to fucking hurt.

She couldn’t help it.  She whimpered and squirmed, her gaze seeking Ty’s face.  He stared at her, a dangerous, erotic expression of satisfaction and desire setting his features in stone.  When he thrust into her mouth, she gagged, and he held her head, making her keep his cock deep inside her.