Slave To Love (31 page)

Jace regarded her for a moment. Then he shook his head.

Taren could almost see that wall going back up again. “I know something is going on with you. Just tell me. Maybe I can fix it.”

“Why do you care?”

Jace’s question didn’t seem indignant or angry. He sounded curious, sincere, flattered.

He chuckled. “You shouldn’t give a damn about a sadist.”

“Too bad I don’t see a sadist when I look at you.” She reached for his face, when Jace backed away from her. Taren immediately felt the chill of the air conditioned atmosphere in the room when he abandoned her.

“Maybe you should.” He had his back to her for a moment before he turned to her. “We’re going to have to stop seeing each other like this. We have to keep our interactions strictly on the show.”

Now he sounded like Kitty and Ananda. “Why is that?”

“It doesn’t matter. I’ll take care of—”

“No.” She shook her head. “Don’t do that. I have a say so in my fate here. Tell me why this here needs to stop.”

“Another contestant knows what we’ve done. He’s threatened to blab to the media that the show is fixed if he doesn’t win.” Jace ran his hand over his hair.

“Shit.”

Chapter Twenty

Jace could care less if someone dragged his name in the mud. It wouldn’t be the first time. As long as he had breath in his body, it certainly wouldn’t be the last time someone talked shit about him. Taren didn’t deserve that.

“Who’s the contestant? Is it Fear? I knew I should have put him in the bottom two.” Taren crossed her arms over her chest and paced. “I don’t like when people tell me what I can and can’t do.”

Jace felt his eyebrows go up. Taren must have noticed. She quickly amended her statement.

“I don’t like it when people tell me what I can and can’t do
outside
of a safe, sane, and consensual relationship. I make my own decisions. I know what I want and need.” She looked at Jace. “Right now I’d like to give you a little of my time.”

Jace wanted nothing more than to dive deep into her and forget about this damn show. He had to hold off on satisfying his own needs. “As much as I would love to give you some time, I’m afraid we don’t have much of it. The other Dominants are getting up right now. If they see us leaving this place together, Kitty is going to shut the show down or have me kicked out.” He put his hand to the side of her face. “Right now I do not want to leave until I get my prize.”

Unable to stop himself, Jace leaned down and planted a soft kiss on her forehead. She held onto his arms.

When she broke from the kiss, she said, “Thanks for early this morning. My butt is still sore, but in a good way.”

Jace worried his eyebrows. He had to make it look good for her. “What are you talking about? I went to my room after filming.”

Taren studied him for a moment before she broke out in laughter. “Very funny. I know it was you.”

“What was me?” He took a step back and planted his hands on his hips. “Did something happen to you?”

She took a step closer to him. “I had some really hard anal sex.”

“Really? You like that?” He lowered his voice.

Her smile broadened. “I never had it before.” She put her hands on the waistband of his jeans. “I never thought I would want something like that. It felt wrong and right at the same time.” She started undoing his pants.

Jace didn’t stop her. He had planned on calling Aaron and getting the lowdown on the job site. He forgot all that as soon as he saw Taren. “What are you doing?”

“Breakfast of champions.” She lowered herself to her knees in front of him. “I missed dinner last night. I need a little something for this morning.”

Christ, he needed to stop her. He could care less if he got caught, but he didn’t want Taren getting in trouble because of him. By the time she unzipped his jeans and pulled his cock out, all reason and logic went out the window.

Jace had already started getting hard when he saw Taren. As soon as he’d touched her, he could have driven nails into concrete with his dick.

Taren held the base of his shaft. She used her other hand to massage his sac. Jace couldn’t help but groan at her touch. When she licked his tip, he couldn’t help but grab the back of her head and hold her in place.

As though she took his hold as a challenge, she slid her mouth down to the hilt and held him there. When she pulled back, she made sure to press her tongue against him until she got to the tip again. Then she kissed it, licked it, sucked the bit of pre-cum that dripped from it.

“You’re killing me.” Jace thrust his hips to move himself in and out of her mouth.

To answer his call, Taren started bobbing her head, back and forth. Between her skillful mouth and her eager hands, Jace felt captured. He kept his stare on the woman in front of him, but he also watched the activity at the house. He didn’t need this moment interrupted by anyone.

Taren moved her mouth faster on him. She closed her lips around him tighter. Jace felt his balls tightening.

“So close.” He looked down.

Taren chose that moment to peer up without breaking her movements. She didn’t look like she had planned on stopping.

“Jesus H.” Jace felt his legs trembling before he finally released his seed into her awaiting mouth.

He didn’t know what to expect. When she swallowed every drop and concluded it with a moan that vibrated his dick, he prayed to every god in the universe to give him the power to get hard right now to satisfy her.

Jace bent over and held her shoulders. He pulled her up to her feet and backed her against a wall. “You make it difficult for me to think straight.”

“You have to do well in the contest for me to keep you around.” Her smile slipped down from her face. “Who’s blackmailing us?”

Jace liked the fact that she didn’t call it his problem or hers. He liked hearing her call them an “us.”

He shook his head. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll handle it.”

Then she shook her head harder. “No. That’s not how this is going to work. We’re a team. He or she is threatening you. That means it’s against me, too. I want to know.”

“It’s Lord No.”

Taren blinked. “His slave wants to trade with someone else anyway. Now I understand why. What a jerk.”

“I’ve known him for a long time. I’ve never known him to act like this, to be this underhanded. Don’t do anything strange or out of the way for him. If he does something to warrant him being put in the bottom two or be eliminated, do it. He has no proof.
You
can’t even prove I was with you this morning.” He winked as he stuffed himself back into his jeans.

“Yes, I can.” She sauntered further into the bedroom and peered into an open door. She must have seen something she needed. She ducked into it.

It didn’t take long for Jace to hear her gargling. “How can you prove it?”

Jace heard her spitting out the mouthwash and rinsing her mouth. She came out of the bathroom nearly skipping. She sidled up next to him. In a lowered voice, she said, “Your smell. I know your scent anywhere now.”

She started to leave when Jace held her arm. He stared at her. So much he wanted to tell her. She had already cracked the surface of his protected layer he kept around his heart to keep himself shielded and safe.

“Good luck today.” He kissed her forehead.

“Good luck to you, too. Can’t wait to see you in the dungeon.”

The dungeon. Damn. He had to brush up on his skills to represent himself well and to keep himself in the competition. He knew he and Taren worked well together sexually. He now needed to impress her with his dungeon skills. God help him.

****

Taren smiled to herself at her brazen actions since midnight. Jace, whether he wanted to admit it or not, brought her out of her shell. She’d never been bold enough to initiate a blow job. To see the look of satisfaction on Jace’s face had her beaming.

“Good. You’re excited about today’s events.” Kitty wrapped her arm around Taren’s shoulders. She walked her into the dungeon area.

“Yeah. Excited.” Taren’s excitement had a bit of fear mixed into it.

She wanted to see everyone’s technique, especially Jace’s. She didn’t think she would be able to watch someone truly getting hurt, even if they wanted the pain.

“We’re going to film in here.” Kitty showed off the dungeon. “Contestants will be lined up around the place. I want you to then name the technique you want to see. Do you know what that is yet?”

Taren nodded. “Yes, it’s—”

Kitty held up her hand. “I like the element of surprise. Say it when we start filming. We’re on a bit of a time crunch. This will be an elimination challenge. Remember, Lord No can’t be eliminated.”

Damn. Taren hated hearing about him trying to put the squeeze on her and Jace. She would now look at him differently. Good or bad. She would have to let him go.

“Places, people. Let’s get started.” Kitty went over to her camerawoman while the contestants and slaves entered the dungeon.

Since the slaves all stood behind the Dominants, they took the opportunity to look at all the toys lined up on the wall. Slinky slid her hand over a sawhorse. Taren couldn’t wait until she could admire these intimidating pieces of furniture the way these women did.

Madame Macabre sauntered into the room wearing a black leather hobble dress, one that went down to her ankles and tapered in so narrowly that it forced her to walk in short, measured steps. “Are you ready?”

Taren exhaled and smiled. “Ready as I’ll ever be.”

Today the wardrobe department put her in a short baby doll dress and gold flats. The makeup department gave Taren a high ponytail, and kept her makeup looking light and dewy with pink glossy lips and a rose-colored blush. She looked like she’d had sex already. She had, but she didn’t want to necessarily look that way.

“Okay, we’re rolling.” Kitty pointed to Macabre.

“Welcome, ladies and gentlemen. The first round of eliminations was rough. Unfortunately, there will be another elimination today. This will be based on a style of play that Taren would like to see.” Macabre turned to Taren. “Care to tell us what that act is?”

“Yes.” She scanned the group. Some of the slaves she couldn’t see because their Dominants blocked them. “I would like to see everyone’s spanking technique.”

Most of the Dominants smiled. Some of the slaves smiled also. Not Bubbles. She really wanted to get away from Lord No. Now Taren understood.

“Okay, since Lord No has immunity, he will go first.” Macabre pointed to a large wooden chair with leather accents on the seat, back, and arms.

Lord No strolled to the chair. As he passed Taren, he glared at her. Taren wouldn’t be intimidated by him. She returned his look with a hate-filled one of her own. She had power in this game, too.

Lord No sat in the chair. Apparently, from his demeanor, he had assumed Bubbled had been following him. He waited for her to appear in front of him. When she didn’t, he stood and turned to the spot where he’d been.

“Doesn’t look like your slave respects you,” Fear said. “That might be a problem for a submissive looking for a masterful Dom.”

Lord No glowered at Fear as he stormed back to Bubbles. He stared at her when he got into her face. He pointed to the center of the room where the chair sat.

She shook her head.

“I guess now would be a good time to go over the dungeon rules.” Macabre made her way to the center of the room next to the chair. “The safe words are all the same. Green means go, that you want more. Yellow means you like it, but it’s getting intense and you need the play to slow down a bit. Red, of course, means stop. All play needs to stop when that word is uttered. If play continues, security will stop the play for you and you will automatically be eliminated.”

“Wait. What if Taren likes something more intense than our slaves?” Mistress Night stepped forward. “We have to show her what she could be looking forward to with us.”

“If you continue play after a safe word is called, all you’re showing her is that you don’t care how she feels.” Macabre tiptoed back to her spot next to Taren. “Keep in mind, folks, that although you have willing slaves—”

Lord No cocked his head at Macabre’s statement about having willing slaves.

“Anyway, although you all have willing slaves, you’re vying to have a submissive. Rules for them are a bit different so keep that in mind. And so that we’re not here all day, make ten the maximum number of spanks administered for this session. Make them good. Make them count.” Macabre gestured to the chair. “Please, Lord No, continue.”

Lord No pointed to the chair area again. Bubbles looked at Taren before bringing her attention back to No. She tugged on the hem of her sweater as she slowly made her way to the center of the room.

Before he sat, Lord No circled Bubbles. He stood behind her for a moment. He lifted his hands and smoothed them down her arms.

Bubbles’s knees buckled before she did something she hadn’t done since the first day. She started laughing. Lord No slipped his hand around her waist then down her thigh to where the sweater ended.

“Red! Red! Please.” Bubbles moved away from him. “I thought today’s demonstration was on spanking, not tickling.”

“You are correct, Bubbles.” Macabre looked directly at Lord No. “Please do the proper demonstration today. There may be other opportunities to do a tickling class later.”

Lord No sat in the chair. He clapped his hands on his thighs twice to get her attention. Bubbles turned to him. While keeping his stare on her eyes, he touched her bare thighs and slipped his hands underneath her sweater. He pulled her forward.

Taren’s heartbeat accelerated when she watched his hands moving under her top and suddenly seeing her panties falling to the floor. Bubbles stepped out of them.

No patted his lap again. Taren assumed it meant that Bubbles should lie across it. Bubbles took a beat before she positioned herself on his lap, her bare ass in the air.

He smoothed his hand over her flesh. He pressed his other hand against her back to steady her. The quiet moment became volatile quick when he reared his hand back and administered a hard swat on her backside. The smacking sound echoed throughout the room.