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Brad grinned. Star had gone from scowling to smiling in the three years she’d been keeping Roped and Lassoed in order. “Thanks, Star. Is John here yet?” If he weren’t, Brad would have to step in if any horny members needed a Dom on the early shift—and he wasn’t keen on making it with anybody but Keely.
“Yeah, boss, he’s hard at work already. With that little redhead gal.”
Any doubts Brad may have had about the evolution of his feelings for Keely into something more evaporated at Star’s casually uttered words. He saw red and suddenly knew exactly how a bull calf must feel when the cinch strap is drawn cruelly over his testicles.
“Drive carefully,” he said, dismissing Star lest he take his rage out on her. Once he was alone, he exploded out of the chair, tore off his clothes and put on the leather chaps and vest he wore for scenes.
Out of breath by the time he changed, Brad stomped into the dungeon, fists clenched. It pissed hell out of him that Keely had gotten to Roped and Lassoed early and was in the middle of a scene with John, Brad’s day manager. Hell, he’d half expected her to stay home today since it looked like a nasty storm might soon be blowing in from the west.
When he saw her writhing, gagged and blindfolded on a St. Andrew’s cross while his buddy applied the cat o’nine, he wanted to drag the whip out of John’s hand and use it to stripe his back until it bled.
He must have gotten the love bug bad. He’d never before felt possessive toward a sub, not the way he did now about Keely. “John! Drop the whip. You’re out of here.”
“But, Boss, I was just doing my job.” The other Dom’s reasonable tone only served to further incense Brad.
“Out. I don’t like other men playing with what’s mine.” Not that Keely would consider herself his, but that didn’t matter. Still he had the grace to realize John had only been doing his job. “Hey, buddy, it’s not your fault. Now beat it before I put welts on your skinny ass that make what you did to Keely look like love taps.”
“Okay. Didn’t mean to encroach on your territory. But she never said a word. Have fun, you two,” John said as he beat tracks out the door.
Brad circled the cross, looking at every welt, each sign of submission she’d endured at the hands of another Dom. It made no sense, this feeling of betrayal. He’d hired John to see to the needs of subs who came into Roped and Lassoed without their Masters. So why did he feel she’d been violated? Why did he have this sour taste in his mouth, as if he might be about to retch up whatever kind of doughnut it was that he’d wolfed down with his coffee?
Moving forward and taking the flat of his hand to Keely’s reddened bottom, Brad winced at the feel of welts that cut deep into her pale, creamy skin. Welts put there by somebody other than himself. “It’s me, Brad. Maybe you should have waited. Hold on now, I’m going to set you loose so you can pay the price—other than the sore bottom which is going to remind you trying out a new Dom was a bad, bad idea.”
She strained against the Velcro fasteners as he loosened them. Muffled sounds from her mouth made him pause and get rid of the large ball gag so she could talk. “Pay what kind of price, Master?”
For the first time it bothered him, having her use the generic “master” that could refer to any male Dom controlling her at any moment. “What’s my name?”
As soon as he got the blindfold off her, she shot him a puzzled look before lowering her gaze the way a good sub should. “Brad McTavish. Master Brad McTavish. Why did you throw Master John out?”
“His shift was over.” That was true, even if it wasn’t the reason Brad had gone ballistic and put a quick end to the scene that had been in progress. Quickly, he finished untying her. “Come here. We’re going to start again, from scratch.”
At Brad’s silent order, Keely went on her knees in front of the new fucking machine, a motorized device he’d doubted when he bought it that anybody would like. The subs, male and female alike, had proven him wrong. A shiny stainless steel base, securely bolted to the floor, held a vertical arm and an adjustable piston-like horizontal bar with a two-prong extension that held the brand-new dildo and butt plug of the Dom’s choice ready to penetrate his willing sub. The sight of her folding her hands together over her flat belly, a classically submissive pose, made Brad desperate to know Keely’s submissiveness was meant for him and him alone.
He stepped in front of her and dug his fingers through her soft auburn curls, breathing in the sweet, somehow innocent smell of her shampoo and conditioner. Her warm breath tickled his cock, tempted him to flex his hips and deliver the punishment she so obviously wanted. “On all fours now. That’s right, now back up against the machine and raise your pretty red ass just a little more.” With a flick of the machine’s remote control switch, he positioned the twin dildos and set them to moving, slowly, in and out, as she thrust her hips back and forth in time with the machine’s sensuous, slightly circular motions. “Tell me, slave, who’s your Master now?”
“You are, Master Brad.” And he was, for now. Keely leaned forward, ran her tongue over his rigid cock head. He tasted so good, clean and just a little salty. “May I…”
“You want to suck my cock?”
“Please, Master.” She braced herself when he finished adjusting the angle of the double headed dildo to fit her pussy and ass now that she’d arched her back to give herself access to his cock. Carefully, he set it in motion again. “Please let me taste your long thick cock. I want to feel it deep in my throat while I run my hands over your tight ass.”
It had been so long since she’d chosen another Master to get her off, but she’d been desperate. Brad kept pushing them to be more, and she just couldn’t. So she’d thought she’d try another, just to see if she could make the same magic happen, and it had been a dismal frustration. Until Brad had come in like a furious warrior, and she’d practically climaxed just to see him. She was in serious trouble. Had a perverse part of her wanted to see how Brad would react to her submitting to another Dom?
He moved closer, took her hands and laid them over his velvety smooth scrotum. “I want you to play with my balls this time. Take them in your mouth and roll your tongue over them while you jack me with these pretty hands. Do you really think, as naughty as you’ve been, that you deserve to suck my cock?”
“No, Master. I’ve been naughty. Very naughty.” When she pushed her hips back against the machine, it started moving deeper and faster, making her mindless with uncontrolled arousal. It was Brad’s huge pierced cock with the barbell’s two captive beads that she really wanted pressing against the stretched walls of her pussy while the fucking machine did its job on her rear hole, but this punishment had her aching for more. She swirled her tongue over his balls, loving the way they moved and shifted inside their baby-smooth sac.
“Oh yeah, don’t stop. That feels incredible.” His deep mesmerizing voice swirled around her brain as she kept on, sucking first one and then the other large, oval testicle while the fucking machine kept bringing her to the edge of a climax she dared not release. “Stop now. I’ll give you ten seconds to get up and climb onto the table in the center of the room.”
Keely’s pussy and ass still vibrated even after she’d lifted herself off the fucking machine and perched on the edge of the table. Every nerve in her body screamed with arousal, with burning lust that only seemed to ignite with this Dom. What would be her punishment? Would he deny her his beautiful cock, send her away unfulfilled and regretting even more that they couldn’t have more together than these few stolen hours every week at Roped and Lassoed?
When he joined her, he had a flogger in his hand. Not the leather one with metal balls on each strand, but a soft one. “I know you want to be punished. I don’t know why. There is no way I’m going to put any more welts on your beautiful body.” With that he dragged the silky ends over her breasts. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”
She managed to let out an ecstatic whimper at the strangely tender punishment he was inflicting. She didn’t want kindness, she wanted to come. And she dared not let that happen unless her Master gave her permission. The sharp nip of his gleaming white teeth on her nipple gave her the push that let her know she had no choice, that Brad was her Master and she had no option but to surrender.
“Enough of this, my pretty slave. I’m going to fuck you now, and you can come any time you want to.” He laid her flat on the table, knelt between her legs and rolled on a ribbed condom. Slowly, deliberately, he slid his swollen cock into her hot wet pussy while he bent his head and drew first one nipple and then the other into his mouth. Faster, harder, he plunged into her. With every stroke, she felt not only his rigid flesh but also the twin bites of the beads that secured the bar they held in place just behind his cock head.
When he lifted his upper body and changed the angle of his thrusts, she saw his powerful muscles bulge. A vein in his neck throbbed, and he was breathing hard. Didn’t he know he couldn’t just give her permission to come? He had to order it. She dared not give in, think of him as a partner, not just a Dom who could make her lose her inhibitions for the moment.
“Damn it, I told you to come.” He slammed into her harder, almost as if he desperately needed her to let go. “Do it now, or you’re really going to face some punishment.”
Keely felt it coming, that warm glow that spread through her body like a caressing touch of pure sensation. The congested feeling in her pussy as it contracted around her Master’s rock-hard cock, the sensation of heat building, building…and finally exploding in a fiery climax as he thrust one more time and clutched her to his chest as if he’d never let her go.
He held her there for a long time, his pounding heart beating in time with hers. Two bodies drenched with sweat, in the aftermath of a mind-blowing climax. Finally he raised his head from her shoulder and looked her in the eye.
“You’re mine. Only mine. Whenever you come to this club, I’m the only Dom you’re even going to look at. Guess I’ll have to be satisfied with that for now, but what I really want is to take this thing to the next step.” The look on his face made it clear he’d staked his claim.
But she couldn’t accept it, couldn’t risk losing herself entirely. She wouldn’t take a chance that her neighbors would fail to notice if she were seen with this man who was notorious for his sexual exploits. Not to mention that he was way, way out of her league socially and financially, so much that the few who didn’t see her as a sex freak like her mom would shun her as a social-climbing gold digger.
She tried to quell the tears that wanted to explode inside her head then forced herself to meet his gaze as if they were equals. “It’s not going any farther. It can’t.”
“It can and will. Eventually. I’ll give you time to work through your crazy hangups. But not too much time. Get up now and run for cover, my sweet slave, before I decide to show you now how fully I own you.”
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