My Obsession (10 page)

Sandra put the finishing touches on her makeup and studied herself in the mirror. Even with a little blush she looked pale, but since the makeup hadn’t helped there was very little she could do about it. The deep sleep in the comfortable bed had helped, and so had the wonderful dinner Brent had sent up for her, but they couldn’t erase months of restless nights.

This guest room, as Brent had called it, was more luxurious than she was used to, but that didn’t stop her from appreciating and enjoying it.

She raked a critical gaze over her reflection. The outline of her hard nipples was obvious through the comfortable blue crop top. That wasn’t really a surprise. She had been thinking about Brent and their impending play session all day, which had kept her entire body on arousal overdrive.

She hadn’t exaggerated when she’d told him that looking forward to tonight was a big part of what had gotten her through the aftermath of the call with Diego this morning. The anticipation of feeling Master Brent’s hands on her and what he would do to her filled her stomach with buzzing butterflies, and not just a little bit of raging lust.

Memories of the scene in the elevator had replayed in an endless loop inside her mind since it happened. Which had the unfortunate side effect of leaving her right on the edge of orgasm. Not a comfortable sensation long term. She had tried to masturbate in the shower earlier and relieve her torment, but thoughts of when Brent had punished her for touching her clit without his permission had both excited her and kept her from getting there.

She would have to be careful not to earn any more punishments tonight. She wanted Brent’s cock inside her in every way imaginable. And he had obviously zeroed in on that need and was going to use it ruthlessly to teach her how to be a good sub.

She couldn’t be angry about it. She’d seen her old roommate punished with spankings from Master Mason. But then, Darla had loved being spanked. She also loved being flogged and a few other things that made Sandra cringe.

Darla had insisted that if Sandra would just give it a chance she would love impact play, too. But as soon as Diego realized it was a fear of Sandra’s, he’d begun to torture her with it until she’d started to pull away and then run away.

His words on the phone this morning still stabbed icy fear through her veins, so she shook her head to try to dislodge the instant replay her mind kept rerunning.

“He can’t touch me anymore,” she said aloud, hoping it was true. “It’s time to start a new life without him. And who knows, maybe with time and patience I’ll see what Darla and all the other subs love so much about spankings and punishments.”

She looked at her doubtful reflection and shrugged. Only time and distance from her past would tell.

Right now it was time to go down to see Master Brent. Her blood raced, her clit throbbed, and giddy anticipation swirled through her. She couldn’t wait to see what new experiences the night would bring.

When she arrived downstairs, she slipped into the locker room to look for Master Brent. She didn’t see him, but Master Dex was there with another man who exuded Dom with every movement. He had sandy-brown hair and nicely tanned skin.

Add in Jake, and she was sure all the other Doms she hadn’t even met yet, and damn, this place was every woman’s wet dream.

Both Master Dex and the man next to him were sexy, with an air of authority and control that sent prickles along her oversensitized skin, but neither of them was Master Brent. And that was the man her body and her mind craved right now.

Where was he?

“Taking in the scenery?”

Master Brent’s deep voice behind her startled her and she whirled to face him. His words had held dark amusement, but she wasn’t sure if she’d just unwittingly done something she would be punished for or not.

His lips were curved into a smile, and his blue eyes held a spark of mischief, which made her let out a welcome sigh of relief.

He reached out and traced her bottom lip with his thumb and she sucked in a breath as her arousal spiraled higher.

“Master Brent. You surprised me.” She was embarrassed that her voice sounded so breathy. She had hoped to appear confident tonight, but apparently that wasn’t to be.

“I assume you were looking for me?” He raised one dark brow, his smile and eyes still clearly showing he was amused and not angry.

She nodded quickly. “Yes. I was. I am. Sir,” she added quickly as an afterthought.

Deep male laughter from across the room drew Master Brent’s attention and that too-discerning gaze moved away from her toward Master Dex and the mysterious man with the sandy-brown hair.

“Let’s introduce you to Master Logan before we head out to the floor.” He motioned toward the two men, indicating she should go first.

As she neared, Master Dex turned his attention toward her. “Sandra. Come on over here, sweetheart.”

Sandra stopped in front of the two men, and Master Brent’s warm presence settled beside her. When silence fell, the man held out his hand. “I’m Master Logan. Welcome to Club Desire.” He smiled, taking his face from good-looking to striking and devastatingly handsome, and she couldn’t help but smile back.

She took the offered hand. “It’s nice to meet you.” His grip was gentle but firm. A lot of men gripped hard when shaking hands with a woman; no doubt they thought it showcased their masculinity or something along those lines. But not Master Logan.

Up close she could see the definition of his chest under the soft-looking black T-shirt he wore, and his arms were sculpted and muscular, showing he definitely worked out.

If she weren’t already so entranced with Master Brent she might be interested in playing with Master Logan. But all her thoughts and desires were for Master Brent, and she was impatient to get started.

“If you’ll excuse me, gentlemen, I’m due out on the dungeon floor with Master Brent.”

Brent’s low, rumbled laugh from beside her made her wonder what it would be like for him to make that sound while he was lying on top of her, his cock buried deep inside her.

Before she realized it was going to happen, a small sound of need escaped her and split the quiet of the small group, shattering some of the tension.

Master Brent cleared his throat. “As the lady said, she’s due out on the dungeon floor. Enjoy your evenings.” He nodded toward the two men and placed his large hand on Sandra’s back, guiding her out the door and onto the dungeon floor.

There were several scenes already in progress. Most of them mid- to high-level kink—or at least to her they were mid to high.

Master Brent guided her to the right until they reached a simple scene with a bondage bed, a spanking horse, and a toy bag sitting nearby on the table. A rush of moisture between her thighs showed her how ready she was for things to get started. She squirmed in a vain effort to relieve some of her pent-up arousal.

He gently turned her to face him and then leaned down to brush a simple kiss across her lips.

The sizzling warmth of the contact made her whimper. She didn’t know how long she could hold out before she needed to come. She hoped that Master Brent wouldn’t make her wait too long.

He pulled back and took her face in his large hands before he stroked one thumb over her bottom lip, leaving arousal sparking in its wake.

“Are you ready to play, my dear?”

The dark promise in his voice sent shivers marching through her. “Yes, sir,” she forced out through trembling lips.

He sent her a concerned look. “What’s wrong, Sandra?” He ran both thumbs over her cheeks in a soothing rhythm.

“It’s nothing, sir. Really.”

A slight frown creased his brow and his lips straightened. “On the dungeon floor, Sandra, I decide what’s nothing and what isn’t. What’s wrong?”

She swallowed hard, hoping this didn’t get her into trouble before they’d even gotten started.

“I’m just so horny, sir. I need to come badly, and I’m not sure I can wait.” She sucked in a breath and tried to slow down her swirling thoughts so she wasn’t babbling like an idiot. “I need you inside me. In every way possible. I need to come. To come until I’m totally spent and exhausted.” She held her breath, waiting for his reaction.

Master Brent gave one slow nod. “When was the last time you did that, Sandra? Come until you were totally spent and exhausted?” Desire sparked in the depths of his very blue eyes. “Where you were left shaking and floating in the stratosphere from the flood of endorphins and sensations?”

She shook her head, her thoughts spinning with the possibilities. “Never, sir. I’ve heard other women talk about subspace, and I’ve read about it in novels, but I’ve never experienced it. I would really like to, though.”

He dropped his hands away from her face, feathering his fingers down her shoulders and arms. “Did you masturbate up in the room?” He pierced her with a long, searching look as if all her secrets could be easily read on her face, and since she was horrible at hiding them, they most likely were.

“Sandra, I didn’t tell you never to masturbate or touch yourself. Just that during scenes or while we are playing you should wait to be given permission. Or you can ask permission during a scene. Is that clear?”

Relief flooded through her as well as anticipation of what would come next. “Yes, sir. I tried, but I couldn’t get there. I was afraid I would be punished, and I didn’t want anything to short-circuit our play tonight.”

His lips tightened, but his gaze was gentle. “Did Master Scott or Diego tell you that you would be punished for doing those things without their permission?”

Dark memories threatened to flood back and she slammed the door hard on them, willing herself to drown in Master Brent’s gaze instead. “Yes. Or at least Diego did. I wasn’t allowed to let myself get wet without his authorization, although I never figured out how to do that, so I was punished quite a bit.” Her stomach churned as vivid images of some of her punishments came back to her.

Master Brent sighed and a muscle twitched along his jaw as if he were clenching his teeth. “I’m so sorry you had to deal with that, Sandra. But you’re here now and I’m going to start teaching you what pleasure is possible in the D/s relationship. Are you ready?”

“Yes, sir.” As if to underscore her new lack of unreasonable restrictions, moisture flooded her pussy and her nipples puckered hard against the soft lining of her bra.

Brent traced one finger over the hard nub of her right nipple, making her gasp. “Very nice. We’ll get to these in a moment. Assume the submissive position and let’s begin.”

Almost afraid this entire situation would vanish before she could enjoy it, Sandra scrambled to comply, her soft black shorts stretching easily around the tops of her thighs as she sat back on her calves. She thought about taking off her top and bra, but rejected the notion as soon as she looked up and saw several people either milling around or walking by, trying to seem casual about it.

She wondered how often Master Brent played with subs on this dungeon level to have aroused such interest. He said he didn’t take them to his private alcove, but then where?

“Sandra?”

She snapped her head up to meet his gaze. “Yes, sir?”

He smiled as if in approval of her appropriate and quick response. “You were frowning and staring off into space. What were you thinking about?”

Heat burned up her neck and into her cheeks, and she wished she had learned how to stop herself from blushing long ago. It always gave her emotions away. “Sir?” she asked as she stalled for time, trying to figure out some way to answer without actually telling him what she’d been thinking, which would come off sounding much too proprietary and needy. And besides, she knew she was a horrible liar. That was one of the things Diego had ruthlessly used against her. He would get her to admit some dark secret or yearning and then exploit it, or worse, twist it and punish her with it until it turned into nightmares—both waking and in her sleep.

Master Brent looked down at her, straightening to his full height. “Come up here.”

She quickly stood and he reached out to thread his fingers into her hair, the friction against her scalp delicious. He gently pulled her head back so she had to look at him. “You can tell me. Honesty will never bring punishment, Sandra.”

She swallowed hard and then let her glance slip past him to all the people who had started to gather to watch.

Master Brent turned his head to follow her line of sight and then tightened his grip in her hair, sending zings of need arrowing though her. “I think I understand.” He turned back to study her critically. “You’re self-conscious of everyone watching us? Didn’t they do that at the dungeon in New York?”

She was tempted to take the easy road and just agree that she was self-conscious, and hope he didn’t realize there was more to it. But she wanted to believe him that honesty would never bring punishment, so she swallowed again and forced herself to speak. “Not really, sir. My scenes with Master Scott were tamer than most. Diego always managed to do scenes away from too many witnesses, so a crowd was never around to watch.”

She shrugged. “I suppose I’m a bit self-conscious about people watching, but mostly just uncomfortable about being naked or semi-naked in front of strangers.” She looked down, trying to formulate her thoughts. “However, I have to admit that all those people seeing what happened on the elevator yesterday was extremely erotic.” She smiled and couldn’t help the quick, probably goofy smile that curved her lips. “I kind of liked it.”

Brent’s expression showed erotic promise, which sent a wonderful shiver of anticipation through her.

With effort she dragged herself back to Master Brent’s original question. “I was wondering why everyone is so fascinated with watching anything you do here. If you bring subs to this level to play, and if not, why is everyone so curious? You said you don’t bring them to your private alcove…” She trailed off, not sure what else to say without revealing that there might be a small spark of jealousy behind her curiosity.

“Ah.” He pulled her head back, stretching her until he could lean down to nip at her throat, which sent arousal marching over her skin to pool need into every erogenous zone she had.

“I do play scenes with subs in several areas of the Club, but for some reason whenever I or one of the main Doms play, it usually draws a crowd. Don’t let it bother you. They love to watch, just like you and I do.”

A shudder ran through her as understanding dawned. If situations were reversed, she would be one of those gathered to watch, although knowing what she knew now, she wouldn’t want to trade places with any of them. She wanted to be right where she was, waiting to experience everything tonight that she could. To let Master Brent show her what she had been missing.

He slid his fingers out of her hair, and she straightened and then stepped back to look up at him.

There was definite heat in his gaze. “Enough preliminaries, Sandra. Let’s begin. Flat on your back on the bed, please. I would suggest you lose the clothes, but either way you won’t be wearing them for long.”

A gasp escaped as his words sank in. Her blood surged as anticipation churned higher.

“I did warn you about the clothes.”

“Yes, sir. You did.” She took a deep breath, trying to calm her galloping heart and her throbbing clit as she headed toward the bed. Without looking back, she slid her toes out of the simple sandals she’d worn before pulling her crop top up over her head and tossing it aside.

She heard Brent come closer, but she didn’t turn. Instead, she hooked her thumbs in the elastic waist of her shorts and pushed them down over her hips until they fell around her ankles. She stepped out of them, leaving them where they lay.

Standing only in her thin bra and panties, the air around her felt cool, but since her entire body was humming with heat she wasn’t cold.

She didn’t want Brent to cut off her bra, so she reached back to undo the clasps and then slid it off her arms and dropped it on top of her shirt.

As the cooler air caressed her chest, her nipples puckered into even tighter points, the intense sensation only adding to her need to come.

The panties she left on. Brent could take them off however he wanted to.

The thought made her smile as she remembered the couple she’d watched in the waiting room and how that Dom had ripped off his sub’s thong. Another flash of excitement lanced through her. She couldn’t wait to find out how Master Brent would do it.

Before Master Brent became impatient she turned and sat on the side of the bed, relaxing back and then swinging her legs up to lie flat. She immediately scooted in a little so she wasn’t directly on the edge of the bed, and then brought her arms up to cover her naked breasts and crossed her ankles, instinctively hiding her most vulnerable parts from view. Logically, she knew the crotch of her now very wet panties would hide her, but she knew that wouldn’t last long, which left her feeling very exposed.

Before she could get comfortable, or even assess how many people were watching them, Brent loomed over her, blocking her view.

He tapped his finger lightly against her forehead. “Sandra, keep your focus here, on us. Let the rest fade into the background. Concentrate on the sensations coming alive inside your body. That, and following the directions I’ll give you are your only jobs for this evening. Are we clear?”

“Yes, sir,” she said automatically as she mentally took stock of herself.

The mattress underneath her was comfortable and not too soft. The high-quality cotton sheets felt good against her skin, and the pillow beneath her head was firm but not hard. Probably perfect for the needs of a bondage bed. She had only been on one twice before. Both times with her first Dom, Master Scott. But she had never been as turned on by it as she was right now.

Diego had preferred much more extreme settings, although she had seen some scenes using bondage beds that were pretty intense. A sliver of unease ran through her at the thought, and she mercilessly quashed it.

“Sandra?”

Damn, she should have schooled her thoughts more. Master Brent had an amazing ability to notice details that didn’t allow her any secrets. She would have to be on guard for that in the future.

“Yes, sir?” She snapped her gaze up to gauge his reaction. She saw only slight concern in his expression.

“Are you all right?”

She nodded automatically. “Just waiting to see what’s going to happen, sir.”

He chuckled. “Speaking of that…Do you trust me to take care of you?”

She did a quick internal check before she answered. No tight stomach or sensation of nausea to give her pause. “Yes, Master Brent.” She met his gaze squarely. “I do trust you. Fully. I just need to take your advice and stay in the moment and allow the new memories we make here tonight to erase the old ones.”

A sense of rightness and sweet relief slid through her as she said the words. She knew that was exactly what she needed to do, and she was eager to get started.

Master Brent smiled down at her, the intense need in his expression sending zings of anticipation along every nerve ending.

“Do you have any new safe words for this evening?”

“No, sir. I’m used to red and yellow, so I’ll continue to use those for now.” She was proud that her voice sounded confident and didn’t waver. Maybe she could overcome the past after all.

“Good.” He picked up a blue cloth off the table near the bed and brought it close to trail across her bare breasts.

It was cool and silky against her skin and left a wave of gooseflesh in its wake that sent a wonderful wash of arousal through her.

The cloth was a deep blue, the same color as the crop top she’d just taken off. She glanced up into Master Brent’s eyes and smiled. Yes, blue was definitely her favorite color. Maybe it was a sign of great things to come?

“I was wondering why you’d chosen blue for the cloth,” she said, surprised when her voice came out sounding husky and low.

Master Brent brushed some stray hair away from her face, the sweet gesture sending warm comfort and reassurance through her. “I remember how well blue accentuated your skin and hair when I saw you last night—especially as I watched you on camera.”

His words made her breath catch as she pictured Master Brent watching her with her fingers in her core on a monitor in his office.

His warm hand trailed across her stomach and then higher to brush over her right nipple, which ripped a gasp from her throat. Her nipples had always been one of her biggest erogenous zones.

He pulled his hand away and she glanced up to look at his face, only to have something block her vision. The cloth settled across her eyes and he guided it around her head, nudging until she lifted her head so he could tie it in the back.

She made a “hmmm” of approval in the back of her throat. She trusted Master Brent with this, and only looked forward to what he would do with her while she was deprived of her sight. If anyone else tried this it would send nausea and swirling fear into the pit of her stomach, but the only thing in the pit of her stomach right now was the heavy weight of arousal.

She rested her head back against the pillow and Master Brent adjusted it so she wasn’t lying directly on the knot from the blindfold. She was touched by the sweet gesture and the thought for her comfort.

His fingers closed around her wrist and he lifted it, slowly stretching her arm up over her head until he guided her fingers around what felt like a smooth wooden dowel that she knew was attached to the headboard.

As he repeated this with her other arm, she thought back to scenes she’d seen where subs were strapped down to bondage beds. Most of them had been fun and teasing, and she’d enjoyed watching them. Even the rougher ones had turned her on; her only fear about them was that they might give Diego ideas along those lines. She’d been sure when she left New York that she would never want to be tied up and at the mercy of any man ever again, but now here she was, waiting impatiently to see where Master Brent would take her.

Next he fastened restraints around her wrists, trapping her arms in place, stretched over her head, and keeping her hands in position where she gripped the dowels. The soft leather restraints were snug but not too tight.

Diego had preferred metal manacles, so tight they bit into her skin and sometimes drew blood.

She slammed the door on that thought as soon as the first prickle of unease tried to sneak through.

This was Master Brent. Not Diego. She would never be at Diego’s mercy again.

She heard Master Brent move away and then some rustling near the table where he was most likely digging things out of his bag. She stiffened instinctively before reminding herself that she trusted him to take care of her.

“Stay with me, Sandra.” Master Brent’s deep voice reached out to her and caressed her in deep, intimate places she really wanted him to touch in reality.

“Yes, sir. Sorry, sir.”

Silence fell for a long moment and then something scraped across her nipple, making her jump. It wasn’t an uncomfortable sensation; in fact when it came again it shot a delicious, electric sensation straight to her core.

When it came a third time it startled a gasp out of her, and she squeezed her thighs together as her pussy began to throb, begging to be filled.

She breathed deep, her head lolling to the side as she absorbed the sensations. A long moment later she realized it wasn’t going to happen again and disappointment settled in her gut.

She relaxed her muscles, blowing out a long breath, and then something brushed over her hip, startling a squeak out of her. She tensed again trying to anticipate where the next touch would come from, but Master Brent varied his touches and would wait until she’d given up and let her guard down to begin them all over again.

Each touch, along with the uncertainty of when and where the next would come from or what texture it would bring, heightened her senses and gave this a decidedly erotic air. The low murmurs of the group gathered to watch ratcheted up her arousal as well.

The fist of need inside her pelvis tightened to an uncomfortable point, and while she couldn’t wait to come and relieve that pressure, the process of this teasing and slowly building her up was wonderful, and she was reluctant for it to end.

She loved to watch, but she knew she’d better be careful or she’d find that she was also something of an exhibitionist. She laughed at the thought, earning a soft tap on her chin from Master Brent.