Slave To Love (44 page)

****

Jace felt like a turning, churning cement tumbler existed in his stomach. Kitty had told them what today’s events would entail. Play scenes with each of the three men. Then Taren would eliminate one of them. No one had immunity now.

He wore a pair of loose-fitting drawstring pants and nothing else. He would rather play naked, but he would hold off doing that since this would be filmed.

Fear came in the same outfit he wore that morning. Lord No wore something unusual. He had on a blue suit with a bright red tie. He looked like a fucking politician, not like a Dom ready to play. If the scene got too intense, he would have to remove some clothing.

When Jace emerged from his bedroom, Sweetheart came to his side. She wore a purple wrap dress, kind of reminiscent of one of Taren’s dresses. He didn’t want to read into it any more than the style and design flattered Sweetheart’s figure. It did show off her buxom breasts and shapely legs.

“If Taren is unable to fulfill her submissive duties, Master, I’m more than happy to step in.” Sweetheart followed Jace to the dungeon area.

“Good to know.” He had a feeling Taren would be doing all the work today.

The camera crews had abandoned the room and would be relying on the smaller implanted cameras staged all around the room to capture the action. Fear, Solo, Lord No and Bubbles strolled around the room, waiting for the star. When a hush fell over the room, Jace turned to the opening and saw Taren walk inside. She had on the same white silk robe that she’d used to cover her body the first time they met at the house.

Kitty stood in the middle of the brood like a referee about to call a fight. “All right, folks. This is it. The big day.” She turned to Jace. “I understand you’re going to be whipping our girl.”

Jace looked at Taren for a moment before he answered. “Yes.”

Kitty turned to Fear. “You’re doing breast play.”

“You got it.” Fear ran his hand over his flat stomach.

Kitty had to break through the group to address Lord No, who stood at the far end of the dungeon. “You’re still undecided?”

He shrugged then nodded.

“It’d be nice if we know upfront what you’re doing so we’ll know how to film it. You mind going last?”

Lord No gave her a thumbs-up sign.

“Let’s get it started. Fear, you go first.” Kitty pointed to Macabre. “Mackie will be the dungeon master. Anyone gets out of line and she’ll handle it. Whenever you’re ready. The cameras are already rolling.”

Kitty got out of the way. Macabre took a seat in the corner away from the action.

“Take off your robe.” Fear went to a wall filled with ropes of all shapes, styles, and lengths.

Taren swallowed as she removed her robe and handed it to Solo. While she had her back to Fear, Solo gave Taren a small smile and a wink. Taren took that to mean “good luck.”

Fully nude, Taren now felt exposed. No one else could do her work for her. She didn’t expect anyone to cover for her anyway.

Fear lowered the overhead hoist and secured Taren’s wrists to it. He didn’t raise her off the ground. He raised it enough so that her arms went straight up, but her feet remained flat on the floor.

He approached her and looked her in her eyes. As close as he was, Taren smelled a clean soapy aroma, almost like he’d taken a shower before this. She also caught a minty scent. He’d even brushed his teeth and gargled with mouthwash for her. At least she wanted to think that.

A strand of bright yellow rope hung from his hand. Before he used it, Fear cupped Taren’s breasts. She gasped. For a split second, she glanced at Jace, who looked fit to be tied himself. He paced the room until Fear touched Taren. Then he froze.

“Nice sized tits.” Fear smiled, but it looked more like a sneer.

He squeezed them in his hands, then circled her nipples with his thumbs. Taren’s body reacted differently with Fear than with Jace. With Jace, she could look at him and get wet. Her nipples hardened automatically. Her blood pressure would rise until she felt like she would pass out from the change. With Fear, her body became cold and unresponsive.

He must have noticed. He continued playing with her nipples like a frustrated miner digging for gold. “Maybe I’ll get them to come out with your breasts bound.”

Fear put his arms on either sides of her and brought the yellow rope around her. Then he did a crisscross pattern over and under her tits. The rope, although smooth, dug into her skin. When Fear started wrapping the rope around one breast, Taren shifted in her spot.

Fear stopped working. “Breathe into it. Come on.” He went up to her and whispered in her ear. “You’re stronger than that, remember?”

Taren nodded. So Fear continued. He wrapped the rope around her other breast until he had them both bound. When she looked down at herself, she found the sight grotesque. He managed to make her look like she had two eggplants jutting from her chest wall. Her breasts had transformed to a deep red, almost purple color.

The uncomfortable feeling could only be tolerable if Taren kept up her slow breathing technique. She would inhale when she felt the pain. Then exhale to push it all out, the pain, the hurt, the fear.

Fear went to a set of drawers in the room and grabbed a handful of something she couldn’t see. When he turned around, she saw that he hand clothespins in his hands.

Shit.

He stood in front of her. He opened one pin in front of her face, making it creak open like it mocked her, and laughed at her misery. “You remember your safe words, right?”

Taren nodded.

“No. Answer me verbally.”

“Yes, sir.” She pulled on her restraints overhead.

Thank goodness the cuffs had been lined with fleece. The softness of it caressed her skin. She had a feeling that what Fear would do next wouldn’t be enjoyable.

He opened a pin and affixed it to the side of her breast. Because of the tight bindings around her, she barely felt the pinching. Then he kept going. Placing pins across her chest, except for her nipples, until she had a row of them.

When Taren thought he had finished, he surprised her by putting clothespins on her nipples. That she felt from the top of her head down to the soles of her feet.

“Shit.” She squirmed in her spot. As much as she tried to settle into the compression sensation, she couldn’t. She breathed. She chanted in her head. She even imagined that Jace had been doing this to her. Nothing helped. “Yellow.”

Yes, she could be strong. She wouldn’t buckle just yet. Taren had closed her eyes to try and get used to this extreme sensation. When she opened them again, she saw Fear holding a red flogger.

Without warning, he twirled his wrist and landed the falls against her clipped and wrapped breasts. Taren leaned her head back.

Be stronger than this. Don’t quit. Don’t give up.

She had given herself every positive affirmation that she could. With each hit, a clothespin or two felt off her. Fear did a figure eight motion over her, whipping the one breast, crossing over and getting the other. It came across as methodical. She fell into the rhythm to make this all seem normal.

He continued flogging her chest until each pin had been removed. He put the flogger down and stood in front of Taren. “You did it.”

Fear had tortured her. If she saw a friend going through this, she would have called the police. Taren smiled. She never thought she would react that way to being chained up, pinned and flogged. She had endured it.

Fear started to undo the ropes. When he released one tit from its rope prison, Taren felt a million and one pin pricks attack her flesh. She wanted so much to rub her chest, make it feel better.

The same feeling happened with the other tit. The stinging became unbearable. She winced and gritted her teeth to get through the discomfort.

Fear wrapped his arms around her body, pressing her tortured chest against his, and he rubbed her back and sides. “Good girl. You did very well.”

Taren wanted to get at him for the “girl” remark, but she couldn’t talk. Her throat closed up and she felt tears stinging her eyes. He really hadn’t hurt her. Aside from the “girl” remark, he hadn’t called her any names. Why had she reacted this way?

After reaching up, Fear removed Taren from the overhead hoist. With her arms down, she collapsed, nearly falling to the floor if Fear hadn’t caught her. He held her, but she tried pushing him away. The tears she’d been holding back now flowed freely from her eyes.

“It’s okay. Let it out.” Fear picked her up in his arms and carried her to a couch.

Taren had never seen him doing aftercare on his slave. The thought of that made her cry even harder. Did he think she couldn’t handle any of this? Did he think of her as weak?

“Your first real play session is going to be hard.” Fear cradled her like a baby.

For this instance, she allowed it. She wanted to be taken care of after that treatment.

“You’re feeling a lot of things that you may question. Are you normal? Am I normal? Is any of this right? Are you the only one?”

She cried even harder at the last query.

Fear brought her head up to his face. “You’re not alone. You’re okay.” He rubbed her back and rocked her. “Give her a few minutes before the next session.”

Taren didn’t know if she could handle another session like this. She didn’t want to miss out not playing with Jace. The little bit he had done with her had felt amazing. Since she did see his whipping technique, she knew he could handle himself there. She wondered if he would be Jace or Master when he played with her.

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Jace felt like a caged tiger ready to pounce. He’d almost thrown up watching Fear play with Taren. Each time he wrapped the rope around her beautiful tits, Jace wanted to go up to her, cut the bindings, and carry her away.

Now Fear had her on his lap. For the first time in this competition, he performed aftercare on Taren, a job Jace felt should have been his. He should have been the one to whisper encouraging words in her ear. He should be the one rubbing away the rope marks on her body. If he had an opportunity tonight, he would be the one licking and kissing her breasts until she felt all better…or climax, whichever came first.

After an hour and a brief nap, Taren felt prepared to continue. Jace had to give Fear a blanket to cover up her body. She didn’t need to lay naked in his lap the entire time.

Fear moved her to a seated position next to him on the couch. “You did a fantastic job.” He kissed her cheek.

“Thank you, sir. That was…different.” She ran her hand over her breasts.

“Don’t worry. They’re still there.” Fear winked and stood. “You’re up.” He patted Jace on his shoulder.

Jace kept his full concentration on Taren. “Are you okay to go on?”

Taren stood, letting the blanket fall from her body. “I’m fine.”

Jace had used his willpower to not look down at her body, her beautiful, sexy body. “Yes, you are.”

She smiled as she sauntered by him. “Where would you like me?”

“In my bedroom, but for now, I’ll put you on the cross.” Jace retrieved the heavy piece of furniture from the corner and dragged it to the center of the room.

He helped her get on it, then strapped her wrists to the top of the peaks and secured her ankles at the bottom. To see her spread out like that made him want to get naked with her. He wouldn’t. Not today.

Jace went to the wall of whips and found a good leather one. He stood a few feet behind her and admired her firm, high, juicy ass.

“I do this technique that I haven’t done in a while so bear with me.” He swung his arm back and forth to get used to the weight of the whip. “Someone else named it. It’s the kiss.” He threw the whip and managed to get only the tip to touch the center of her ass cheek.

Taren tucked her ass in as soon as she felt it connect to her.

“Did it hurt?” Jace’s insides tightened until she answered.

“No, sir. It felt like someone just plucked my skin.”

“Good. That’s the kiss. This is the lick.” He threw the whip again, this time aiming for her other cheek.

It landed right in the center. Jace saw the tail of it brush across her skin. This time it left a slight red mark. Yes, she would mark up beautifully. Too bad Lord No had opted to go last. Taren would be completely spent by the time he’d finished with her.

“How did that feel?” Jace hoped she liked it.

“Little harder than the first one, but still okay.” Taren nodded.

“Okay. This last one will get your attention. It’s called the bite.” He reared his hand back and threw with whip with some force.

It landed on her back, leaving a downward slash over her perfect skin. Taren rose up on her toes and hissed.

“Yep, I felt that one. That’s—that’s—wow.” She took in a couple of deep breaths.

“That’s it. Breathe. So you want me to stick with the licks?” He swung his arm back and forth.

“You can do whatever—” She stopped and revised her answer. “Yes, the kisses and licks.”

Jace smiled. He would rather have her honest than accommodating. He continued with the discipline, only touching her skin with the very tip of the whip, which left little red marks over her back and ass. He would be sure to rub it all out at the end.

After fifteen minutes, sweat rolled down Jace’s back. His arm ached from the treatment. Taren never called her safe word. If anything, she looked like she enjoyed it. She rolled her head back and forth. Jace thought he caught her mumbling something, but he couldn’t understand her.

Finally Jace decided he needed to stop. He put the whip back in his place. When he moved in behind Taren, she turned her head toward him.

“Don’t take me down yet.” Her voice quivered.

“Why?”

“I’m so close.”

Jace touched her back. She flinched and cursed. Taren rubbed her ass against him.

“You want to come?” Jace slid his hands up her arms.

Taren nodded. The tears she shed came for a different reason. “Please. I didn’t think this would happen.”

Neither did Jace. Actually when Kitty had informed Taren about the specific acts each Dom would be doing, he had expected her to balk. Jace wanted Taren to experience the sensation. He had no intention of messing with her head.