Working Out the Kinks (Chain) (11 page)

“Please!”

“Beg for it,” Eric said. “Beg for my cock to make you come.”

“Please may I come, Sir?”

“I’m your Master now, Alexandra, I want to hear it.”

“I’m yours, Master, please may I come, Master?” I cried, repeating my pleas as loudly as I could.

“Let’s see how well you get our girl off. Make her come.”

In an attack, I sucked and nipped at Whitney’s swollen bud, driving my tongue past her folds and in and out. She started to bob up and down on my face, allowing me to fuck her this way. Eric released his hand from my hip to bury it between my legs. In a feverish wave, I felt Whitney’s body tremble with release.

“Thank you, Master,” she shouted in happiness.

Her thrashing, mixed with Eric’s attack on my nipples and clit triggered my own release. A white-hot sensation tore through my body, forcing me tight as my orgasm took hold. We both sang a song of praises and thanked our Master for the orgasms. With only a few more pumps, Eric found his own end, tightening his grip on the clamps and causing me to cry out harder.

He began to recover his breath, holding on to the restraints for support, while Whitney carefully lifted her leg and stepped away from me. She walked back to Eric’s side where she kneeled down and waited for his next order. All I could do was sit there and bask in the sight of watching him towering over me, panting. When a minute passed, Eric helped my right ankle out of the loop, and then the next one. My legs were jelly, and I came crashing to the ground with my arms still attached to the swing. He caught me around my waist as I tried to steady my balance.

“It will take you a moment to get your feet back,” he explained gently, “best if you keep holding onto the swing after I release your arms.”

I nodded my head. “Thank you, Master.”

He smiled at the sound of the title.

With care, I was unlatched from the rest of my restraints and held myself up to balance my weight. Eric waited patiently a few moments as I found my footing, stroking my back lightly with a brush of his thumb. As we stood there, he unclipped the clamps on my sore nipples delicately. I took a breath and then sank back down to my knees to mimic Whitney’s stance, fingers laced behind my head, my back as straight as a board.

Eric turned and walked over to a cabinet resting against the wall and opened it wide, revealing a plethora of objects and toys. He returned with a collar in hand and my heart sped.

“This is just temporary for tonight, since you’ll be staying over,” he explained to my dismay. He latched the thick leather strap around my neck and buckled it at the nape. It was larger than Whitney’s, the O-ring wider and more obvious.

“Bedroom,” he said.

Eric turned away and Whitney began to follow him from the room with me at her heels. We crawled together into the bedroom as Eric made the rounds through the house to turn the lights off and lock the doors. The clock next to the bed glowed that it was past midnight, and we had been playing for two hours. Seeing the time of night caused me to yawn. Whitney climbed up onto the bed first and then helped me up since I was much smaller than her. Our Master walked in just as I pulled my legs up.

He didn’t acknowledge us as he brushed past the bed and into the bathroom. After he closed the door, Whitney loosened her posture and covered her mouth, hiding the obvious grin on her face.

“That was incredible,” she whispered.

“I can’t believe I just did that,” I said with a groan and she nudged me with her elbow.

“Was I
that
bad?”

“No! I’m sorry, I didn’t–”

Whitney was laughing. She hadn’t taken it as an insult.

“I really did like that swing,” I confessed.

“Me too,” she agreed. The bathroom door opened, and we instantly were on alert once again.

Eric hadn’t bothered with clothes, not that either of us would complain. He allowed both of us the use of the bathroom, which we happily accepted. While I brushed my teeth, Whitney used the toilet, and we switched off.

When we returned, Eric was already in the middle of the bed with a tablet in hand. He looked up at us and then back to the screen without a word. Whitney led us once more back to the bed where we climbed up and settled under the covers on each side of him. I pressed my head down onto the pillow only when Whitney had done so first. She started to pick at her nails and I could see we weren’t going to be needed while he checked his email quietly. I tucked the blanket under my arm and looked up above at the ceiling. It didn’t take long for me to fall asleep.

Somewhere in the middle of the night, I awoke from a bad dream and it took me a moment to realize I wasn’t in my apartment. The chain attached to my collar helped refresh my memory. The leash was hooked into the wall, but left enough room for me to turn and move in bed. I could see Whitney’s bright metal chain shone in the moonlight from outside. I couldn’t believe that I hadn’t felt him latch the collar that hung around my neck, nor the strap it was attached to. She was curled around Eric’s side with one arm draped across his stomach. The sight helped ease my nerves. They looked so peaceful, as if nothing out of the ordinary had just happened hours ago. But I really couldn’t say what we had done wasn’t normal, because I didn’t know what normal was anymore. What I wanted from Eric, what he was willing to give me, wasn’t exactly what I would have chosen for myself to pursue. But as fate would allow it, I was there, in bed with my oldest childhood friend and our Master.

I settled back down and placed my head in the crook of Eric’s warm arm. He stirred lightly. I was pulled closer to his chest, his lips resting against my forehead. There was the faint sound of his heartbeat in my ear, lulling me back to sleep with its steady drum. This time when I dreamed, I slept peacefully in safe arms.

* * * *

I awoke the next morning, still half in a daze. Instantly images flashed through my mind, thoughts of me in the swing and how much use both Eric and Whitney had gotten out of the situation. I smiled, keeping my eyes closed and turning over onto my stomach. When I reached out to place my arm around Eric, I found the bed to be empty. My eyes shot open and I lifted myself up, holding the bed sheet close to my chest modestly. There was a quiet sound of the shower water running in the bathroom, and I could hear Eric’s voice, muffled through the walls. The chain was still attached to my collar, so I couldn’t get up and investigate.

I lay back down and thought over last night. Whitney had been absolutely breathtaking to watch. The way she responded, how she had known what Eric would expect of her without him having to say a word. I could only hope to aspire to be like her. It was hard not to be jealous of what they shared, even though Whitney declared herself taken by another.

The running water in the bathroom came to a stop. I turned my head toward the closed door and it opened. Whitney stepped out, a plush white towel wrapped under her arms. She had another matching towel twisted into her hair. I waited silently in bed, watching, as she was too preoccupied to notice I was awake. She walked to a duffel bag resting on the ground and picked out a new set of clothes. When she turned around and saw me, she exclaimed in a chipper voice, “Hey, sleepyhead.”

“Good morning,” I replied before a yawn took over. “What time is it?”

“Almost ten. I’ve got to get back to my place but Master would like a word with you when he’s done in the shower.”

Whitney unwound the towel in her hair first to shake the water off her thick black locks. She threaded her fingers through her wet tendrils to speed up the drying process. I sat up once more and crossed my legs under me as I watched her dress.

“So are we dating now, or…” I waited for her to help me finish my sentence.

Whitney gave a light chuckle and then walked over to the side of the bed to sit down.

“It doesn’t work like that,” she explained. “We’re just in the same situation together. And besides, we’re best friends. Don’t you think it would be weird if we dated?”

I smiled. “Just wanted to make sure I was on the same page with everyone, since I’m a newbie at all this.”

“Hey, you did pretty damn good last night. I can’t stand nipple clamps but you took to them like a pro.”

The compliment, especially coming from Whitney, made me swell with pride. She patted my leg affectionately.

“All right, I’ve got to get running, but call me later and let me know what he tells you,” she said, making sure to lower her voice.

“Okay, I’ll talk to you soon,” I replied and she grabbed her things to leave the room. The front door opened and then closed with a loud slam. I smiled when I heard Eric lightly whistling in the bathroom. He emerged minutes later, still whistling, with just a pair of black boxers on his hips, and a towel draped over his shoulder. He glanced over at me and then headed into the spacious walk-in closet.

“Good morning, Miss Hayes,” he called out.

My grin widened. “Good morning, Master.”

Eric rappeared, clad in a pair of dark jeans and a shirt to match his underwear. He took the same seat where Whitney had been on the bed and finally unhooked my chain. Though I was free, I didn’t move from my place.

He reached out and cupped my breasts, running his thumbs across my nipples. I flinched from the tenderness, as each tip was still sore from the clamps.

“I’ll have you start wearing those more often. They suited you nicely, and you’ll get used to them quickly,” he said, his gaze on my chest.

“Yes, Master,” I answered.

Eric dropped his hands, to my disappointment, and I could see there was something on his mind.

“I have someone very important coming by on Monday, and I’ll need you at your best so I can show you off. I know we haven’t had much time for training, but I am planning on doing some quick exercises for you to work on until then.”

“May…May I speak, Master?” I asked with a small voice.

Eric nodded his head.

I wet my lips. “Why isn’t Whitney the one for you to show off?”

Eric smirked. “She isn’t…his flavor.”

His flavor? What was I getting myself into?

“I don’t doubt Whitney would impress him, but Master Wesley looks for certain submissives for his tastes. He likes them new and fresh, exactly what you are.”

There was a chill that ran through me suddenly. I didn’t know where it had come from, but just the sound of the man’s name made me uncomfortable. I tried my best to focus on Eric’s face, his beautiful blue gaze sweeping me into him.

“Tomorrow night I want you here at seven so we can work on what will be expected of you. He’ll make an effort to find your flaws and I want to try to make it as difficult as possible for him, do you understand me?”

“Yes, Sir,” I said and stuttered, “I-I mean, yes, Master, I understand.”

Eric’s warm hand cupped the side of my face. “You have the potential to be something great, Alexandra.”

I was flattered and lowered my lashes to bow my head. “Thank you, Master.”

Because he had a few things that needed to be done around his house, Eric had me leave with a reminder that I would be back the next evening. Sunday night would be the only time in which he could get some training into me, and I could only hope I would be able to catch on quickly. I drove home and spent my afternoon cleaning my apartment rather than doing schoolwork. The air was so fresh outside I opened every window to enjoy a breeze that blew through. As I cleaned, I called Whitney to bring her up to date with the situation.

“You’re meeting Master Wesley?” she squealed into the phone with shock.

“Yeah, Eric said I would one day, I just didn’t think it would be this soon. Is that bad?” I asked her while wiping down my tabletops.

“It’s definitely not something I could have done when I was a greenhorn,” she explained. “I’ve never met him myself, only heard some rumors.”

I laughed at that. “So this guy comes with rumors?”

“Yeah, and they aren’t good,” she answered.

I paused, taking in her words. “What sort of rumors?”

My cleaning came to a halt as I waited for her response.

“He’s a sadist,” she began.

“Yeah, I remember him telling me that.”

“Do you know what that is?”

“He’s into feeling pain?”

“That’s a masochist. A sadist is into
giving
pain and not the good kind.”