Page 51 of Master My Love

Eric noticed the war of words behind him had ended and turned to see who won. His three friends were staring avidly at his little vision in pink. Pulling her up against him, he further staked his claim by planting a kiss on her parted lips.

The taste of her incited his desire quickly. It turned heated, and he couldn’t resist slipping his hand inside the low drape, splaying his fingers over both soft cheeks and pressing her closer.

Once he had rendered her speechless, only then did he raise his head and nod to his slack-jawed friends. “Enjoy your evening, gentlemen.”

Barely containing a self-satisfied smile, he guided her toward the playroom entrance without another word.

From behind him, Jerry muttered, “Damn SEALs. Why do they always get the hottest women?”

Damn straight. He ran his eyes over Val’s delicious form and delicate features, not sure he’d ever get enough.

Once inside the immense play space, they spent time in his private booth, with her body molded to his side, catching up on her day. After she described her tour of the theme rooms upstairs with enthusiasm, he inquired, “Which room sparked your interest the most?”

“The harem was beautiful, straight out of a Hollywood movie set.” She wrinkled her nose. “I didn’t care for the medieval torture chamber.”

“You’ll find much of the same equipment in thereon the playroom floor. What part in particular didn’t you like?”

“The cage kind of freaked me out.”

“I remember,” he murmured,referring to her reaction to Samson’s cage behind the bar the first night. “Do you have a touch of claustrophobia, perhaps?”

“Maybe.”

“Okay, no torture chamber—yet.” He gently stroked his finger across the frown lines, which abruptly creased her brow. “Giving your dom dirty looks is unacceptable, little one”

“I wasn’t frowning at you, but at your dungeon—mostly that cage.”

“A less tolerant master would take immediate offense. Be mindful of that, sweet Valerie.”

“Yes, sir,” she whispered. “Thank you for being patient with me while I’m learning.”

“Certainly, but the curve will end soon.” He stood and offered his hand. “Why don’t we head upstairs? I have room ten reserved for this evening.”

“I don’t remember which one that is.” He could tell she was running through each room in her mind. “Was it the classroom? Or the office?”

“Do you recall the one with the big four-post bed?”

“Oo, I liked that one. The décor was stunning, and all those pillows looked very inviting.”

He pulled her from the booth. “Let’s go see how inviting they are.”

As he walked the circuit with her, dominants stopped him to chat, or ask a question, and several of the newer members needed advice, including once about an upcoming scene. Invariably, their eyes would shift to Val, peruse her slowly, and smile when she blushed. It happened so often her cheeks were scarlet by the time they reached the stairs, mostly from the club members’ scrutiny, but also because each of them noticed her collar and congratulated him on his beautiful new submissive.

Upstairs, he ran into the same delays. At one point, when a pair of co-doms arguing over the punishment of their sub wanted him to weigh in, he lost sight of Valerie. After a few suggestions, he excused himself to look for her. Finding her at the railing overlooking the main floor, he noticed she’d become fixated on something in the dungeon below. Moving up behind her, he caged her in with his body, clasping the rail on either side of her hands.

With his little voyeur caught, he leaned forward to whisper in her ear. “Don’t wander off, subbie. I didn’t bring your leash.” Unfazed by his comment, which was only half teasing, she continued to stare at something below. “What has your attention?”

“The group on the center stage.”

His eyes shifted to the triad on the elevated platform high above the crowd. A submissive stood between two men, her legs wide apart, held in position by a spreader bar. Rising from its center, a second bar disappeared between the woman’s spread thighs, a dildo or vibe planted deep inside her. Cuffed with her hands above her head, aswivel hook attached to a chain suspended from the ceiling allowed her to turn with the stage. While it slowly rotated, twin floggers assailed her body under the skilled hands of her two dominants.Right then, a loud groan of pleasure echoed through the room.

“Ah, yes. Roanna seems to be enjoying herself.” Nuzzling her neck with his chin, he whispered in her ear, “It’s a hard limit for you, but now that you’ve seen it in the flesh, as the saying goes, does the thought of being taken by two men arouse you?”

“It’s veryerotic, but I don’t think it’s for me.”

Unsatisfied with giving her one orgasm, Roanna’s two domsdidn’t let up. One concentrated his flogger on her ass while the other aimed his flails in an upward arc between her legs. With the steadythwapof leather striking flesh, the lashes fell faster, relentless, and unfalteringuntil the cries of a second shuddering chain-clanking orgasm rent the air.

Val’s breathing had grown ragged. Eric enveloped her in his arms, pulling her back against his chest. From their bird’s-eye view, they continued to watch as the duo of doms converged on their woman, releasing her restraints, and removing an enormous dildo from her gushing center. At a gesture from one of her masters, she dropped willingly to all fours and eagerly accepted both men into her body. Her cries rang out again, though not as clearly,as she greedily took one cock deep in her mouth while the other drove into her from behind.

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