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Not giving her time for more than a cursory
glance at the movement of the covers as Ciel breathed in and out, he turned and
carried Amber back to her room.

“Thank you, Master,” she said when he laid
her on the bed again.

He shot her a questioning look. “Am I your
master, Amber?”

“Y-yes sir.”

“Then you will obey me in all things,” Cole
said. “You will not risk yourself by leaving this room until Ulrica tells me
your brand is completely healed. If you want to check on Ciel, you will let me
know and I will take you to her. If you need a change of scenery, I will
provide it. I was on my way here with some refreshments and your next dose of
pain pills when I heard you fall. Roll all the way onto your belly now. I want
to make sure you did no damage to my property. My brand.”

His brand. Given with consideration and
affection, unlike the cruel brand it masked. Meant to adorn and not humiliate
her. Amber turned gingerly, certain that if she winced, he would take it as an
act of disobedience. More importantly, she didn’t want him to see her suffer
because she was sure he felt every twinge she allowed to show outwardly—and
that he would take her every discomfort into his own magnificent body.

“You have such a gorgeous ass,” he
commented, his breath bringing goose bumps up on the uninjured skin around the
brand. “I’d hate to have to redden it with a flogger, but I will if you pull
another trick like trying to wander around before you’re strong enough.” He
bent and placed a kiss on the dimples just above the start of her crack.
Surprising her, he then licked his way down until he rimmed her anus with his
tongue. “When you’ve healed a bit more, I’m going to fuck you here.”

With others, anal sex had meant only
submission to another’s will. With Cole, she imagined that she’d feel
incredible pleasure as well as a sense of belonging to her master. When he
worked first one finger then two, beyond her anal sphincter, her cunt began to
clench, anticipating…

“Master, you don’t need to wait.” She
trusted he’d be gentle, the way he had been earlier when he’d claimed her
pussy. She didn’t care if he wasn’t careful. She wouldn’t mind if he hurt her.
She actually craved the pain.

Without it, she had never been able to
reach the heights of pleasure. “Please, fuck my ass now.”

He raised his head, found her swollen clit
with his other hand and stroked it. Pinched it sharply. She bit her tongue to
keep from crying out with the sudden wave of sexual awareness that made her
lift her hips.

“Be still or I’ll hogtie you.” Cole freed
his hand, gave her a sharp slap on her inner thigh. When she moved again in
obvious defiance, he realized Amber hadn’t been joking. She was apparently able
to reach the pinnacle of sexual pleasure only with punishment. “But you’d like
that, wouldn’t you?”

“Oh yes, Master. Please.”

Someday, Cole would show her that she could
trust him to bring her pleasure without the trappings of Dominance and
submission, convince her that she deserved that pleasure whether or not it was
delivered with pain. At the moment, what he wanted most was to give her what
she’d begged for so sweetly.

He got up, shed the sweatpants he’d put on
before going down to check on progress the workmen were making, putting the
final touches on the private chambers at the club. Now he strode to a chest by
the window. Once he’d opened it, he rifled through it until he found what he
was looking for.

A linked pair of nipple clamps with a clit
clip dangling from the center of the link. A brand-new glass dildo to be filled
with warm or icy water as was his preference of the moment. And finally the
restraint she was begging for, although Cole doubted she’d ever seen one
exactly like this one, which he’d recently invented.

It was a braided silk four-point tie that
would fasten left wrist to left ankle, right to right. The leash at the center
of the “H” would be fastened to a metal eye in the canopy frame above the bed.
Applied properly, it would pull her limbs together, keeping her cunt and ass
conveniently open for his pleasure.

It should give her a submissive’s delight
in helplessness without putting her in a position where the new brand would be
irritated. Cole swore, realizing as he did at least one reason why he’d never
gotten off on marking his subs. Doing so placed limits far stronger than safe
words on what he might do to take a sub to the heights of sexual satisfaction.
Those limits made him chafe as he rigged Amber in the device and secured the
leash to the eye.

“You know, I’ve never claimed your pretty
breasts,” he said, raising her enough with the restraint that he could slide
the nipple clamps and clit clip beneath her torso. Lowering her again, he
cupped the pale, firm flesh of her breasts with both hands. “I see your nipples
are pierced. Maybe I’ll replace these curved barbells with gold rings to match
the collar I’m having made for you.”

Her breathing sped up as though the idea
excited her. “Whatever gives you pleasure, Master.”

“No. You have no idea what I might demand
of you. I don’t know for certain myself. Your safe word will be ‘boundary’, and
I promise I’ll never ignore it.” He pinched her nipples hard, loving the way
they tightened beneath his fingertips as though they could barely wait for the
bite of the clamps. “You like this, don’t you?”

“Oh yes, Master.” She wiggled when he
pulled harder on the rigid nubs.

“I’m going to clamp them now. Take a deep
breath, then don’t move a muscle.”

Her nipples turned red, hardened further as
he tightened the screws. Her breathing grew ragged. Cole’s balls tightened,
anticipating…

“Enjoy, my sweet slave. I will be back.”
The sound of Amber’s eager whimpers spurred him on as he filled the dildo with
warm water. It was going to be damn hard to hold on to the self-control he
would need to give her pleasure and not exacerbate her pain.

Anticipation built in Amber as the sound of
running water echoed from the adjacent bathing room. She longed for Cole’s
touch, the heat of his big, muscular body. She loved the reassuring feeling of
knowing he would take care of the burning need inside her—the compulsion to be
taken, swept out of the real world into a realm where sensuality reigned. Where
nothing else mattered but being mastered, taking her pleasure by answering her
lover’s sensual demands.

Her ass cheek still burned but she hardly
noticed it for the intense pleasure-pain radiating from her clamped nipples.
Cool air tickled her exposed pussy, made her keenly aware of her helplessness,
the soft but secure restraints that held her open from clit to ass.
Delightfully, totally helpless to resist her master’s will.

When she raised her head, she saw him.
Magnificently naked now, he took her breath away. His long, thick cock stood
erect against washboard abs. His smoothly shaved ball sac, high and tight
against his erection, was framed by muscular thighs that rippled as he moved to
the bed. In one hand he held a clear glass dildo glistening with lubrication.
Although it wasn’t as large or beautiful as his own massive purple-veined
phallus, Amber found the dildo impressive as it caught the light from the
recessed overhead lighting.

She wanted it—she wanted him to fill her,
to take her to that place in her head where nothing existed but ecstasy.
“Please Master,” she whispered, meeting his gaze briefly before lowering her
eyes, the way a good slave must.

He knelt between her splayed legs and ran
the surprisingly warm dildo along her slit. “You’re already wet and swollen for
me. I approve.”

Locating her cunt with seeking fingers, he
spread her outer lips and inserted the dildo. Slowly. So maddeningly slow. What
she needed now was hard and fast. Inch by inch, he pushed the dildo inside her
until she was stretched, filled. “When you are well, I will put this in a
harness and use it here while I use my cock to fuck your pretty ass.”

He found her clit and fastened a clamp to
the tiny nub, the new pressure on its chain moving to her nipple clamps,
tightening their hold on that tender flesh. His hot breath bathed her slit,
followed by the touch of his slick tongue lapping, licking, swirling around the
base of the dildo, burrowing its way into her stretched vagina.

“Would it please you for others to watch
us?”

“If it pleases you, Master. Oooh that hurts
so good. Yes,” she hissed when he took the tip of her already clipped clit
between his teeth and bit her. Not hard enough to do damage…but hard enough to
take her over the edge.

The first waves of her orgasm swept her
along, over the top. Nothing else existed. Not pain, not embarrassment, not
even fear when she felt him lubricate her asshole with something wet and cold
and position his thick cock head against her tight rear entrance.

“I’m wearing a condom, baby. Let me in.”

All she cared about now was having him fill
her, take her ass the way he’d already claimed her cunt and her mouth. As
another wave of ecstasy carried her along, she relaxed her sphincter muscles.
The exquisite pain of him stretching her, of feeling his hot, thick cock
sliding slowly up her ass and colliding through the thin barrier of flesh with
the dildo, making the water inside it undulate within her cunt, had her panting,
whining, screaming her master’s name.

“That’s right. Relax and let me in.”

He thrust into her ass slowly, carefully,
his hands on her hips controlling her movement, holding her still. His fingers
dug in, increasing the sensation of being possessed. Mastered. “Yes, Master,”
she moaned when he sped up the thrusting and sank his cock inside her to the
balls. That set the water in the dildo in motion, lapping to and fro inside her
already wet and swollen cunt.

“Hold on. Don’t move. I don’t want you
hurting my brand.” Releasing her hips, he found the dildo and began to slide it
slowly in and out, its movement an incredibly arousing counterpoint to the
thrusting of his cock in her ass. When he caught the chain that connected the
clamps on her nipples and clit and began to tug it rhythmically as he fucked
her ass and cunt, she could only feel. He’d rendered her incapable of rational
thought.

She felt so good. So full. His cock swelled
inside her. Its heat seared her as wave after wave of delicious sensation began
in her ass, her cunt, the tortured tips of her breasts and her hardened,
swollen clit. Like wildfire, the waves undulated, spreading cell by cell
throughout her body. “Please, Master, don’t. Don’t stop,” she gasped, closing
her eyes and concentrating on feeling him throbbing inside her. Growing harder
and bigger with every thrust until she thought he’d burst.

“Squeeze my cock. Squeeze it now. Oh God in
heaven, you’re…” His words trailed off, replaced by a howl of completion that
shook the bed, carried her along once more.

If it hadn’t been daylight outside, Amber
wouldn’t have known whether they’d lain together for minutes or hours after
Cole had removed the clamps and released her from her bonds. When he’d bathed
her bruised and swollen parts with something soothing, his touch was incredibly
tender.

The drink he fed her along with her usual
medication made her sleepy, so sleepy that as soon as he had crawled into bed
beside her and tossed an arm possessively over her shoulder, she drifted off
into a haze of satisfaction.

“Do you plan to keep me naked, Master? Or
may I go and look for something that you’ll find enticing in the trunk I
brought with me from Earth?”

Amber stood at the edge of the bed the
following day, still shaky on her feet but apparently determined to get around
under her own steam, at least as far as the bathing room.

Cole laced an arm under hers, supporting
her as she made her way to the bath. “Take care of the necessities. Call for me
when you’re finished. I will provide you with what I want you to wear.”

It wouldn’t be anything she’d brought with
her, for he wanted no reminders that she had dressed to please other Doms
before him. He knew what he wanted her to wear—a costume he’d ordered for a
special scene at the club, one he realized now that he’d selected with her in
mind.

He hurried downstairs to a storeroom near
the dressing area and quickly found the costume—a delicately embroidered
brocade corset that featured a built-in slave collar and a flowing see-through skirt.

Good. The silky fabric of the skirt was
soft enough that it wouldn’t irritate Amber’s brand. He didn’t trust her to
tell him if she was uncomfortable, not yet. That bothered him.

Everything he knew about her indicated that
there was a vulnerable area in her psyche, no less dangerous in its own way
than Ciel’s self-destructive nature. Amber obviously harbored the belief that a
good sex slave should suffer whatever her master chose to dish out.

He’d change that. In time, he’d teach her
that the slave of his fantasies would help her master to bring her the greatest
pleasure by making it easy for him to protect her from harm. Once she developed
a sense of self-protection that he sensed was missing in her emotional makeup,
he could relax, follow his dominant instincts and maximize their mutual joy.

As he hurried back to his rooms, he
imagined Amber suspended on a fucking swing, her skirt lifted to bare her firm
ass cheeks and his brand, the corset cinching her narrow waist and pushing up
her full breasts. Gold rings would dangle from her rouged nipples, catching his
eye and inviting him to play.

He imagined her ass bare and open to him,
available for him to taste and fuck for his pleasure and fondle with affection
whenever they were not in position to play. He’d keep her cunt and ass easily
accessible for his cock, his tongue, his hands…

She’d be his personal feast, hanging on a
St. Andrew’s cross for him to nibble and suck until she begged for mercy.
Between courses of her sweet nectar, he’d come in her mouth and cunt and ass.
Then he’d devour her wet, swollen pussy with his tongue before fucking her
incredibly hot, tight ass.

Just imagining what he’d do to her had
Cole’s cock rock-hard and throbbing. Amber made him crazy, able to think about
nothing but her and him and the hot sex that he sensed he’d never get enough
of.

The costume draped over his arm, he
returned to his bedroom, anxious to see his slave as he’d envisioned her.

“Master?” Her voice drifted to his ears
from the bathing room, beckoning him, making him fantasize about fucking her in
the big hot tub. Later. Like many other scenes he intended to share with her,
the tub would have to wait for her brand to heal. “Master?”

He threw open the door and went inside.

She stood, her back to a floor-to-ceiling
mirror, her head turned so she could see that brand. “It is beautiful already,
Master, because it marks me as your own.”

Turning, she presented her ass, the left
cheek with its distinct design of a lily—his lily, the one he’d never look at
and not grow angry, because he’d always remember what lay beneath it. Her plump
rosy cunt lips already glistened with her honey. “I found what I want you to
wear. Come, and I will dress you.”

He’d been right. The rose-colored brocade
emphasized her delicate skin and made the pierced tips of her breasts seem
redder, more inviting, as if he’d already chafed the tender flesh with his
teeth and tongue. A heavy hot-pink leather collar ringed her slender neck, its
metal loops positioned perfectly to anchor the slender straps that crossed from
front to back of the corset.

Hooked, the garment emphasized a tightly
cinched waist between her fully exposed breasts. The gauzy skirt let him enjoy
a delightful view of her mound and firm, rounded buttocks, including his brand.

Cole knelt, lifted the skirt and tongued
her clit. Before rising he rubbed his chin playfully against her glistening
pussy lips. “I fantasized about seeing you wearing this, but the reality is so
much better.”

“It pleases me that you are pleased,
Master.” She smiled, a siren’s invitation he couldn’t resist.

His cock was as hard as stone. His balls
felt as if they’d burst. She looked like a submissive angel—his—and he was of
no mind to deny her plea for sexual satisfaction. He buried his face between
her breasts, squeezing them, taking first one nipple and then the other in his
mouth, worrying the barbells in her piercings and biting at the tips until they
became rigid nubs.

She grasped his head, holding him there as
though begging him for more. He obliged. His nose grazed the straps, tugged at
her collar, a reminder to him that she was his slave…his responsibility to give
the ultimate pleasure.

The collar was a symbol, a reminder to her
that she’d given herself to him. Her body, her will, her very life, if that was
what he wanted. Amber’s heart overflowed as she watched Cole suckle her jutting
nipples and felt the dampness and warmth of his mouth as he flailed them with
his tongue. Her breath caught in her chest, constricted not so much by the
tightly laced corset as by the sheer joy of feeling his collar around her neck.
Of realizing that, for better or worse, she was her master’s to do with as he
would.

She threaded her fingers through his dark
silky hair and stroked the corded muscles of his neck, his broad shoulders.
Every tug of his lips, each scrape of his teeth, felt incredibly delicious, not
just where he was suckling but deep in her belly, her aching pussy. If he
didn’t make love to her, she thought she’d die.

As though he understood her silent plea, he
pushed down his sweatpants and sat on a chair by the window, pulling her down
to sit astride him. Carefully, she lifted her skirt and let it billow over his
powerful thighs. She impaled herself on his cock inch by delicious inch until
his balls rested between her cunt lips, warm and smooth and nestled against her
rear hole.

“Fuck me, baby. Fuck me hard.” Hands
steadied on his muscular shoulders, she rose on her knees until his cock head
was barely lodged inside her cunt, then slammed herself back down until he nudged
the mouth of her womb. So long and thick. So hard.

Her anal sphincter muscles clenched as
though she wanted him to take her there too. Amber tightened her vaginal
muscles around her master’s cock, squeezing him, taunting him as she lifted her
ass, relaxing as she slammed back down on him. Over and over. Again and again
as the pressure built inside her, threatening to break free.

A moan escaped her lips. A moan that
sounded a lot like his name.

“Yeah, it’s me, your master. Let go. I want
to feel you coming for me.” Cole caught her nipples between his thumbs and
forefingers. He used them like reins to direct her motion—down until he felt
his testicles bounce against her flesh, then up until she held only his cock
head inside her body. Over and over, she rode him.

The pressure built, harder and faster until
he felt her go tense as all the dammed-up emotions inside her collided in a
climax that seemed to go on forever.

She bathed his cock in her hot, wet juices
as her cunt clenched his flesh as though it would never let him go. He couldn’t
wait. Had to spurt out his essence in her cunt, claim her once more as his own.

“Oh yeah, baby, I’m coming.” Grasping her
around her tightly laced waist, he slammed her down on him hard and held her
there as he came in long, hard spurts. As she milked him of every last drop.

When he collapsed against the chair back,
spent, she held his softening flesh deep within her cunt. What they’d just
shared wasn’t only sex, it was full of a thousand feelings. It wasn’t only a
sign of mutual acceptance, master and slave, but rather a combination…an erotic
mix of feelings Cole vowed would never end.

* * * * *

As the days went by, Amber healed. So did
Ciel, although Amber knew it worried Cole that his sister had not regained
consciousness except for short periods when she moaned and whimpered but gave
no indication that she was aware of her surroundings.

No Bounds was ready
to open, its main dungeon and private rooms spit-shined and polished. The staff
members, including pleasure-givers, had been outfitted and instructed as to the
club’s rules and their duties. They now amused themselves while awaiting
customers who would require their services.

Amber stood in the main dungeon, ready to
play her part in the club’s opening festivities. She fingered the fine gold
collar Cole had locked around her neck just yesterday, replacing the one that
matched the corset he had chosen especially for her. She now owned three more
of the corsets in different colors and styles, acquired at a local shop with her
master’s wishes in mind.

Idly, she rubbed one of the lines left on
her midriff by the rigid boning of the corsets. Then she ran the same finger
across the still-tender brand on her butt cheek. Last night Cole had pronounced
it healed. Tonight she expected—hoped—that he’d use one of his fine floggers to
enhance his pleasure and hers.

Maybe he would ad-lib a flogging into the
scene they had rehearsed for the club opening. She looked forward to kneeling
at his feet, the matching leash attached to her collar and fastened to his
belt, so all who looked would know she was his willing, devoted slave.

She could barely wait to suck his cock,
disciplining herself to let her juices flow yet refrain from coming as a good
slave should. Hopefully her master would not withhold permission beyond her
ability to hold back.

Only after she came would he lead her into
the dungeon’s observation room to play out a scene they’d rehearsed every day
for the past week. Cole would remove the jewelry in her piercings and replace
them with small rings joined together with a length of slender gold chain. He’d
lick her pussy, then make her suck his cock before looping her leash through
the chain and pulling her to her feet.

The part she liked best was when he’d kiss
her afterward, licking the remnants of his orgasm from her mouth while he
jiggled the chains. In the finale, she would go up on all fours, her ass in the
air. And she’d beg him to fuck her there.

The fact they’d be playing to a full
gallery of customers gave her a wicked sense of arousal. Not that the idea of
playing with her master wasn’t erotic enough to keep her cunt wet 24/7.

Amber toyed with the end of her leash.
Where was Cole? The doors of No Bounds were set to open in less than an hour
now, and surely he would want to be here, overseeing the activity.

* * * * *

“But Amber is mine!” Ciel screeched.
“Mine.”

As glad as Cole was that his sister had
finally awakened, he could have done without her screaming like a banshee less
than half an hour before No Bounds was set to open. “No, Ciel. Amber
was—is—your friend. She was never your slave or even your sub.”

“Bastard. She is my slave. She has belonged
to me since long before you grew up and became a Dom. You can’t take her from
me.”

“I have taken her. I’ve collared her.
Tonight I will claim her as mine for all my guests at the club opening to see.”
Cole spat the words angrily, but then he looked at his sister’s hollow cheeks,
her sunken eyes. Ciel was sick. Sicker than he’d realized. Damn it, he should
have seen it, gotten her help long ago, intervened before she had placed
Amber’s well-being and her own at risk.

Still, as much as he loved his sister, part
of him reacted to her claim to Amber as if Ciel had been another man. Amber
belonged to him. She was his to care for and protect, and there was no way he’d
let Ciel have her back to use and expose to psychos like Dax.

When Ciel started shaking uncontrollably,
Cole bent to embrace her. She turned in his grasp, attacking and clawing at his
face like a demon possessed. Blood ran down his cheek in the twin paths she’d
gouged with talon-like nails. Finally he managed to grab her and restrain her
before she could do herself or him more harm.

“Calm down,” he said through clenched
teeth. “You can’t best me in a fight and you know it. Nothing you do or say
will change anything.”

“Where is Dax?” She suddenly quit fighting,
apparently conceding that she was no match for Cole’s strength. “He swore he
would brand Amber, make her so ugly that no master would want her.”

“He’s in prison.”

Ciel tried again to pull away, with enough
strength that Cole had to struggle to hold her down. When she cried out, the
sound that came out of her throat was more a feral scream than a sentient
response. It became crystal clear to Cole that his sister had completely lost
touch with reality.

Cole pressed her back down on the bed and
held her there. Then he looked her in the eye, trying desperately to make her
see reason. “Believe me, Dax is in jail. And if there’s a merciful God in this
universe, he will be staying behind bars for a long, long time.” Cole recalled
Amber’s theory that Ciel was a sub in Domme’s clothing. She might have been
right. “Tell me you don’t think you want that sadistic bastard.”

“I was about to succeed at subduing him.
Amber was helping me.” Ciel jerked loose from Cole’s hold, practically leaped
out of bed and went to stare out the window at the raw, red ground he’d
recently had plowed to turn it into a garden. “God, but Obsidion is a
desolate-looking place. Our father did me no favor, sending me here with Dax
and Amber.”