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  When she clasped on the first metal cuff, I suppressed a smile. My pulse picked up as I anticipated the long burn of the metal on my skin. I’d denied myself for years, but not tonight.

  “I don’t scar or draw blood, those are my limits, but I will use heat, flame and hot liquid to discipline you today. Along with the cat and cane.” She spoke with authority.

  “Yes, Mistress.”

  “You must answer every question I ask and your safe word is blue. Repeat it.”

  “Blue.”

  The snap of each metal cuff upped my need. I hope she started with them because that shit drove me crazy. The whoosh of the butane torch made my cock hard, then the heat warmed and burned through the cuff on my ankle. A tickle turned to an ache to the scalding heat I craved. Soon I was lit up with each ankle and wrist burning hot, lighting me up inside as well. I sucked in a deep breath, trying to center myself when scalding water hit my shoulders and every nerve came to life. Scorching heat blasted my back, moving down my body.

  Too much bubbled inside me, too much I’d buried down deep. Shutting it all down, I hung letting the physical take over. Marr’s boots echoed on the floor as she came toward me, so much woman in such a perfect package—red-streaked hair, generous tits, tiny waist and wide ass—just the way God intended. Except that tiny waist, I hated to think of the years they’d cinched her waist, pulled in her ribs, to create the Barbie-like waist.

  She grabbed my hair and tugged up my head, and bit my lower lip before she plunged her tongue inside. With greedy need, I fucked her mouth, struggling against the chains to get more of her, but she stepped away, leaving me panting.

  She took the torch and aerosol can, creating flicking flames that burned down my stomach leaving red streaks behind.

  “More, goddess.”

  The flame hit my cock and I thrust into it fucking the fire that brief moment. And it was gone, but my hips rocked in need of her touch. Hot wax pressed into my nipples and I shuddered with excitement. The wax burned along with the rest of me. “Fuck yeah,” I growled.

  Filling the glass dropper with black wax she moved behind me. What the fuck would she do now? Already I was on edge. Wax ran in a searing path down the small of my back and between my ass cheeks, hitting my pucker. I thrust forward and swore in my head, refusing to come. This was too good, too right for me to screw up by letting my body have control. No, that wasn’t happening.

  Head bent I shoved down all the urges rushing through me, wanting the torturous teasing to never end.

  “Look at me.” She spoke with quiet authority.

  I glanced up to find those pert melon-sized tits inches from me. “Fucking beautiful, goddess.” I’d give anything to run my tongue over her nipples, just one taste. Inky wax drizzled onto her tits, creating random rivulets that dripped down onto the floor.

  “I’m fucking you today.” It was a fact, a truth she just might as well get behind.

  Back with more wax I tensed, already beyond my limits, fighting for each bit of control.

  The steaming wax dribbled along my cock.

  “Mother of all, that’s good.” I jerked and my knees tightened but I pushed that away. “I will not come without you... Goddess.” I let all the need fill that one word.

  Her nipples tightened as she bent and attached a cock ring before placing the tip of my cock into hot wax.

  “Devious bitch.” I hissed, but it sounded like a compliment. Hell, I was going to lose my load and shame myself.

  “Insolent ass. Twenty-five with the cane, if you want my cunt tonight.”

  Fuck did I want her cunt. “Yes, goddess.”

  The first stroke kissed my left shoulder and moved down my back. Each strike drove my hard cock into the cooling wax, it felt like a pussy, hot and smooth. With each smack of the cane my resistance wore away. I gave up holding myself upright and slumped, less pressure pushing at me. Marr struck with precision, lighting up the burns and pushing deep into me. I rocked back and forth unable to stay still, my body alight with all I’d denied myself. I wanted to come so bad my toes ached.

  She wouldn’t strip away that much of me. I was a Master. I’d endure the pleasure of her pain.

  At twenty, she moved to the front. “Straighten.”

  I did, pushing my cock deeper into the wax, my hips moved faster. My body was on a fast ride to the end and it didn’t want to slow down, but I...made it.

  “One.” I shouted, even though she hadn’t asked for a count. It was a countdown for survival.

  “Two.” The hit moved up, shaking my groin. “Three.” I panted as the blow struck inches from my balls.

  Her fourth landed less than an inch above where the cup wavered. “Four.” I rasped. “I will not come.” Did I say that for her or me?

  The fifth and hardest struck my stomach. “Five,” I yelled. My body spasmed and pleasure erupted along my spine but I forced away the orgasm, determined not to give in. I gritted my teeth, locked my jaw and forced my body to follow my command.

  She removed the wax from my cock. “Thank you, Mistress.” I hung again, not trying to move as she removed the ankle braces then I stood with bright red stripes around each ankle. When my left hand was free, I grabbed Marr, dragging her to me, devouring her with ruthless determination. I opened the other cuff and swept her down to the floor with me.

  “Condom?”

  “On the stand.” She grunted.

  I reached up and scrambled for it, tearing it open with my teeth and rolling it on.

  Her fingers dug into my back and her musk filled my senses.

  “Ass up.”

  She hurried to all fours ready for me, but I wasn’t about to plunge in without making sure she was as ready as me. I slid a finger through her seam. “Wet for me,” I said with satisfaction.

  “Fuck me,” she demanded.

  “Oh yeah, sexy, that’s coming, now.” I smacked her ass and pushed into her cunt.

  She jerked back, seating me deep inside her.

  “Yeah,” I inhaled. “You smell like jasmine and wax. I’ll never get that scent out of my nose.” I smacked her ass again.

  “You fucking teased me with this creamy flesh.” I dribbled hot wax onto her ass.

  “Feck me, that’s it.” She moved faster, as I let the wax pour between us, dripping down her crack.

  Her orgasm shook through me like a hurricane landing on shore, destruction tore through me.

  “That’s my girl, let it loose.” I hammered deep, pulling her into me with each stroke. Marr dropped to her elbows and fondled her tits.

  “Fuck me, that’s good, you have a greedy cunt, sexy.” I smacked her ass. “I’ll give it to you. Two, is that what you need, two from me.” I hitched my hip and thrust fast.

  “Fuck, Jericho.” She screamed my name, letting loose again.

  Our bodies bounced together and I bellowed my release as my body shook. Mine. I was keeping her. Mine until I said otherwise.

  “Mine.” I growled as I came inside Marr. I’d wanted to come from the first touch, but I’d waited and it’d been worth it. The woman fucked better than any women I’d ever known. Of course when she brought out the torches, I knew I’d be coming tonight. I couldn’t believe my luck—fully ready for my fire need—she’d delivered more than I thought I was capable of even feeling. But I’d been wrong about that, too. Apparently, just fucking the wrong kind of woman, or maybe just the wrong woman. How I’d missed this world, not that I deserved it, and stopping again when this thing between us was done, that’d be harder than stopping the first time. But those were worries for another day, right now, I had a willing woman and hours ahead of me.

  Looking boneless she lay on the floor, still trying to catch her breath. I scooped her up and carried her naked to the door.

  “Where we going?” Her unfocused
eyes were so damn sexy.

  “My dungeon.” I opened the door and strode down the corridor, both of us naked, to the door at the end of the hall. It’d been fifteen years since I’d brought another to my domain, but I’d come here over the years to plan, to think, to remember why I needed to change the Brotherhood. I punched in the key code and we were through to my play space. I lay her down on the padded, black leather workbench, similar to a massage bed, except for a few extra hidey holes for access.

  “Why here?” She sat, propped up by her hands.

  “You will come here, that I swear.” I moved away, collecting my tools. “Any special requests?”

  Chapter Twelve

  Marr

  Barely able to form thoughts, I struggled through my pleasure haze.

  I frowned. “I didn’t say—”

  He turned and arched an eyebrow. “Requests?”

  I should get up, walk out and let this be more than enough for today, for weeks really. Giving in, meant giving up the power I’d had in our exchanges, not a price I paid lightly. But he’d taken it all. No one took all I had then gave me more. Bloody hell, his endurance alone made him my perfect match, but with the physical came the mind games, the emotions, the shit we were both bad at. But to hell or no, I was going down this road. My body demanded it and my mind, well it might be demanding it too, but my heart shouted no, knowing in the end, it was my heart that’d pay the price for these moments.

  “The cane, the wheel, wax.” I lay back. “Lots of wax.”

  He laughed. “You share my fire love or...?”

  “Or.” I had a weakness for textures, sensations, and he’d only tempted me with the wax play. I needed more, but I wanted more, too. “Will you bind me?”

  “Do you want to be bound?”

  “You ask me? Isn’t this about role reversal?” I couldn’t figure him out. Hadn’t he brought me here to even the scales? Why open his dungeon if not to take control?

  “Nope, it’s about getting my sadist off as well as she did me.”

  I grinned, what a fucking perfect answer. “I like textures—pinch of clamps, heat, cold, like that.” I swallowed and pushed on. “I’d like to touch you, suck you, while you work on me.”

  I heard him behind me getting something before he joined me at the table.

  “On all fours.” He held a nipple and clit clamp combo, one of my favorite toys. First he clamped my nipples, near the base where the pain spiked most. The clit clamp teased my already stimulated nub. When he added weights, I moaned and swayed. ”Ooh ace, that’s wicked.” The clamps pulled as the weights rolled with my movements.

  “Perfect.” He purred. His finger slid through my crack and left cold lube in its wake. I shivered which only made the clamps pull more. “A vibrator for your ass.” He placed the cool plastic at my pucker but didn’t push in. I waited. He waited.

  “Yes, please.” Before I finished the words he filled me with it and in seconds my core vibrated in time with the dildo. He pushed a second bigger one into my cunt, and the two buzzed, lighting me up. Between the clamps and vibrators, every nerve carried pleasure through my body. Head down, I rocked, unable to hold still with such perfect stimulation.

  “Count.” He barked as the first smack of a paddle hit my ass.

  “One,” I breathed. The wood on my ass only increased the vibrations, driving me insane.

  Methodical and swift he worked down my legs, and I kept count, living only for the next number. “Seventeen,” I whispered, so needy, I wanted to lie on the table and writhe until I came undone.

  “Eighteen,” I panted. “Nineteen, twenty.” As he gave three swift smacks to my ass.

  He ran his fingers down the slit of my ass, moving the vibrator in and out with slow strokes. Yeah, that was so good, it gave me little relief to the building storm inside me. I made noises and pushed into his hand.

  Then he stopped.

  “Please, more,” I begged.

  He tugged the line connecting my clamps.

  “Fuck, that’s good.” I pumped my hips, my body a perpetual motion machine, if I stopped I’d explode from the built-up tension inside me.

  “No coming, now,” he commanded and I stilled. A smack to my ass.

  What the bloody hell was the count, sixteen? Seventeen? “Seventeen.”

  He jerked down and the clamps scraped off my nipples and clit. “Yeah. Yeah,” I chanted.

  “Turn over, lay flat.”

  I hurried to comply, excited to see the ladle of wax above me. A stream of hot wax hit my stomach and my body clenched, wanting so bad to come, but I fought it back. I could last as long as he had.

  “Love that.” I moaned.

  Hot wax splashed down my labia, scalding my sex. I bucked from the table and came down on my aching ass. The pain grounded me.

  Jericho straddled me and his beautiful cock was just inches away from my reach. I wanted to swallow him down but he held wax and I wanted that too. He bent and his hot mouth sucked my left nipple and hot wax exploded over my right boob. I screamed, breathing hard as he continued his assault.

  “Need that cock in my mouth.”

  He pushed his cock through the valley of my tits, pushing up until I captured his tip in my mouth. His apa piercing felt strange on my tongue, but when I flicked it, he groaned. I liked making him hot, taking from him.

  We danced that way, thrust and lick, thrust and lick as he fucked my boobs. Needing more I bit down on his tip and he growled. “Impatient much?”

  I swallowed his cock and sucked, wrapping my fingers around his already tight sac, I played with him, but I wanted to move beyond the teasing straight to the fucking.

  “You ready, I’m going to fuck your ass, and drive you wild with orgasms.”

  Was I hallucinating? Or had he said we’d fuck? Finally, my body strung out, and my mind only held one thought. Do. Not. Come. I forced myself to remember. Pride was a bitch. But she was my bitch, and I’d last.

  “Flip, baby.” He helped me turn over and then he was pumping the damn vibrator in and out of my ass.

  “Yeah. Yeah.” I chanted, gone beyond and going over fast.

  Just as the first explosion of my release hit, the vibrator was out and he was in, fully covered. I pushed back, burying him deeper inside my ass while he grabbed my tits and squeezed. I shuddered and panted but I still fought the battle, demanding he give over and come with me.

  We fucked wild, moving faster and faster. I dipped low to rub my nipples. “Ace. Come on, let’s go together.” My body ran hard to the finish. My breath caught and I wanted him to claim me, mark me as his. This man deserved all of me, not just my body, and that scared me, but then he hitched his hip and my thoughts evaporated.

  “What will you give me?” he challenged, bringing me back to the moment

  I laughed and tightened my muscles around his cock.

  “Fuck,” he growled and slammed into me. “Come now,” he yelled.

  His hand found the vibrator in my cunt and that little movement was what tipped me over and I fell hard as a second orgasm exploded through me with such force I might not ever be whole again.

  “Isaac,” I cried and he shuddered, coming with me.

  He bit my shoulder as he let go.

  We’d ended up tangled together, arms and legs wrapped together fighting for breath. I collapsed onto the table and he lay on top of me, but too soon he moved, lifting out of me and then removing the vibrator before I heard him move away.

  What the bloody hell had we done? Never. A word I rarely used. No one had rocked my world like Jericho had—I’d been everywhere but I’d never felt that kind of earth-shaking orgasm, let alone three of those. I’d forgive a lot of asshole for moves like that. I rolled over when I heard him come back my way.

  He cupped my
cheek before he swept a lock of hair behind my ear. “Never been so intense.” He brushed a kiss to my lips. “Goddess, I don’t want to leave, but I’ve got to take care of Weasel.” His thumb outlined my lip and I sucked it inside my mouth.

  He groaned and drug it out. “Thank you.” Then he was gone, leaving me in his dungeon alone. I stood slowly looking around his space. His toys lined the walls along with a Jacob’s cross and this table. A spanking bench was in one corner. A typical dungeon, but it’d been a very long time since I’d been in any other dungeon than my own. I didn’t like the messy way everything hung in the open, but that was me. I moved to his ropes and found every color but red coiled in loops on one wall. I still had a piece of that red rope in my desk, a reminder I couldn’t give up. His cane collection was extensive with some antique regular canes instead of BDSM-designed canes. His dungeon held few paddles and all were heavy wood with the small holes that added to the pain. The only thing that surprised me was the few toys he had in his dungeon, just the bare minimum.

  Standing in the center of his dungeon I saw two things, and I liked both of them—he was a classic sadist in his tastes and he preferred old-school practices, of course that could be a product of being away so long. But even then, there had been restraint system and other mechanics he could have installed, instead he had two simple restraint bars, he could reach and chain lengths to add to his restraints. An art form—the way he restrained, but then I bet he used rope as much as anything given the masterful way he tied me up.

  I padded to the door, grabbed the gold placard from the back of the door and placed it on the outside before I left. This place definitely needed a cleaning. Then I strolled back to my dungeon satiated for the first time in a very long time.

  * * *

  Friday nights were always busy at the club, but I had purposefully scheduled no appointments, instead I sat at the bar with Viper, who looked as tense as I’d ever seen him.