Breaking Free

Chapter Ten

Cullen felt the little sub’s hot mouth close over the head of his cock. He leaned back in the chair, pinning her between his legs, enjoying the feel of her trim little body. Her head moved as she slid up and down his cock, her delicate hands holding him firmly at the base and moving in counterpoint to her mouth. Damn, she was really good at this.

She knew it too, he realized, watching her relax, muscle by muscle, as she worked him. He glanced and saw the other girls had been sent to fetch more drinks. Deborah still hadn’t come. Hell, she didn’t even look very excited. He frowned. She’d been a mistake, and he’d read her completely wrong, not something he did often.

New to the club, she’d seemed pretty much to his taste. He preferred big women, ones he didn’t have to worry about squashing, and she’d played the part of a submissive quite well. If he’d taken her at the club, or even spent a little time with her, he’d have seen it was an act.

Anxiety evidently conquered, Beth started sucking hard, yanking his attention back to her actions. Damn nice. Cullen tangled his hand in her hair and held her head firmly enough that she felt controlled. The pink of arousal rose into her cheeks. Unlike Deborah, Beth was submissive to the bone.

Deborah, however, liked pain for pain’s sake. He’d give her what she needed today, but that would be the end of it. He knew a couple sadists at the Shadowlands, and he’d make sure they met her.

Just as he was getting into his blowjob, Deborah arrived, beer in her hand, looking very self-satisfied. First to arrive, no spills. All right then, he’d reward her…

He looked down at Nolan’s pretty redhead. She’d gotten him damned close to the edge and was really challenging his control. Nolan was a lucky bastard. Beth might be full of anxieties and hang-ups, but she was a sweetheart. He tugged on her hair, “You’re done now, love.”

She drew back, frowned at his cock. “You didn’t-”

“Time’s up.” He picked up the switch. “Bend over, and I’ll give you your punishment for being last. Then Master Nolan can deal with you spilling my drink.”

Worry flashed in her eyes, and he almost grinned. He’d been very easy on her with the spanking, not wanting to unleash buried fears. But Nolan would know exactly how far he could press his sub, and his hand might not be nearly as light. “Bend and hold your ankles.”

When she complied, he gave her a stinging flick of the switch on her upper thigh, placed low enough that Nolan could swat it if he wanted, but out of the way if he didn’t.

She didn’t let out a sound. “Good girl. Give me a kiss as a thank you, and then go to your master.”

As he took her lips, her mouth was soft, swollen from sucking on him, and tentative. He took the kiss deeper, far enough to see that she enjoyed his touch. If he ever found himself a more permanent sub, maybe he’d talk Nolan into playing some games.

He drew back, smiled at her confused look, and pushed her toward Nolan. Then he looked up at Deborah. “You did well and came in first with no spills.”

Her smile was almost smug.

His was too. “So let me reward you.” He swung the switch back and forth and listened to it whistle in the air. Her eyes fixed on it, her expression avid as a dog sighting a meaty bone. “Bend over, grab your cheeks, and hold them open.”

Kari had already left when Beth stopped in front of Master Nolan. When he raised his eyebrows, she didn’t even consider lying. “Master Cullen said for you to s-spank me.”

His mouth curved in a faint, hard smile, one that made her heart give a throb and her pussy dampen. Just from his smile. “I can think of nothing I’d enjoy more,” he said softly and patted his knees.

Oh, God, her butt was still tender from Cullen’s spanking even though he hadn’t hit her that badly. But her skin was sensitive…one of the reasons Kyler liked to-

“What was that thought?” Sir asked, stopping her as she bent.

“Noth-”

He gave her that look of displeasure.

“Ky-uh, that bastard liked my skin because it marked up nicely.”

A glint of anger, his lips flattened, and then Sir shook his head at her. “I’m not into permanent marks, sugar, but I think you’ll find pink is a nice…hot…color,” he said easily.

There was something in his face, like he meant more than just color. He moved his legs apart, drawing her down over just his left leg. Ruthlessly, he shifted her until her butt pointed into the air. He put his right leg over the top of one of her ankles. Sir pushed her thighs apart, opening her. Her clit chain rubbed against his leg, the clamp sending painful, fiery jolts through her every time she moved. At least the damned vibe was off.

And then it suddenly came to life, and the powerful, surging vibrations almost sent her over. She stiffened, forcing the climax back. His fingers ran through her wet folds, adding to the sensation building inside her.

“Sir!”

“Be silent, sub. You don’t have permission to speak,” he said, his tone absentminded. His fingers slid over the top of her clit, over the nub just below the clamp, and she moaned as the need in her grew, as her body tightened. When he moved his hand away, leaving her on the edge, she whimpered.

And then he spanked her with stinging blows, leaving just enough time for the sting to dissipate before the next. One cheek, the other, back and forth. As each slap made her move and jostle the clamp, fire shot through her clit and her pussy, and suddenly she was screaming, writhing on his knee as she came, over and over and over.

When the vibrator switched off, she just lay over his knee, limp and exhausted. Panting. Her body twitched. Her bottom stung. He rubbed a finger against the mark where Cullen had switched her, and her pussy spasmed again. She moaned.

“Now, don’t you think pink can be hot?” he murmured, amusement in his voice.

“That sounded rather nice.” Dan’s voice. “You know, I’m very thirsty. Kari, bring me two of my cups of water and run back this time.”

“Sir. If I run-”

“Go now.”

A definite whine came from Dan’s sub.

Beth realized her bottom was up in the air. She moved and received a slap on her burning bottom that made her hiss.

“Doms. At this point, you may finish the game in any way you want,” Nolan said. “I’ll start the barbeque in a while, and we’ll eat.”

“No hurry,” Dan said. “I think Kari just spilled one of my drinks.”

Cullen didn’t answer, but Beth could hear the sound of a switch hitting flesh and gasps from Deborah.

Sir lifted Beth up, setting her on her feet. “Spread your legs, sugar.” She looked at him suspiciously, but widened her stance. He removed the remote from her waist and slipped the vibrator out of her; the feel of his hands made her pussy clench.

Picking up her towel, he took her hand and led her to the shallow end of the pool. He dropped the towel on the edge. “Sit right there, Beth.” After stripping off his jeans, he jumped into the pool with a splash. The surface of the water rippled against his balls, just below a massive erection. She couldn’t seem to take her eyes from his cock. It looked different in the daylight. Huge, with the skin stretched and the veins bulging. He applied a condom, and somehow it looked even bigger.

He was going to take her now, she knew, and yet her fear had disappeared. Only anticipation remained. She smiled at him.

“Well”-cupping her face between his hands, he kissed her lightly-“that is just the look I’ve been wanting to see.” He kissed her again, then said, “Lie back now.”

When she did, he gripped her hips and pulled her to the edge of the pool so her legs dangled down on each side of him, her feet splashing in the cool water. Her buttocks were right on the edge.

“Now’s the hard part. Prepare yourself,” he murmured. She looked at him in confusion until his hand grasped her left breast. He removed the nipple clamp.

The rush of blood to the area was agonizing, much worse than when it had gone on. She hissed through her teeth, pressing her hands over the pain.

He took her wrists, raised them over her head, and locked the cuffs together. “Leave them there.” His eyes were dark, his face flushed with heat and hunger. Holding her wrists with one hand, he took her breast in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the aching nipple, making it throb. Making her throb. She whimpered.

He removed the other clamp, held her wrists until the fiery pain subsided, and then licked over that nipple. The stroking of his tongue against the tender flesh hurt yet was incredibly exciting. Her pussy began to burn. How could he possibly arouse her again?

Her breasts were jutting points when he finished, and her body tense. “Are you ready?” he asked, and she didn’t know what he meant until she felt his hands touch her clit and realized he was going to-

“No!”

He chuckled. “Oh, yes.” He opened the clit clamp and slid it off, then held her hips down as she moaned. The blood surged back into her clit, filling it, engorging it until the swelling was unbearable. Her leg muscles quivered as she tried to move. And then his mouth was there, his tongue circling the unbearably sensitive nub, and she screamed as his tongue flickered over it, the fever he created increasing the burning pain.

He stood upright, looked at her with those unreadable eyes, and smiled slowly.

Now wasn’t she a sight to warm the heart of a Dom? Nolan thought. Eyes glazed, face flushed. Half panting, half moaning. Her nipples were erect and red as the crimson roses in Z’s gardens. He caught the faint fragrance of strawberries and lemon when he bent to kiss her stomach. After running his hands down her hips, he opened her labia to expose her clit further. Unhooded, glistening, the deep color of the nub matched her nipples, and the scent of her passion surrounded him, the taste lingering on his lips. “Yes, I think you’re ready. Don’t you?”

He doubted she even heard him, all her attention was on her throbbing clit and not on him at all. He swirled the head of his cock in her ample juices, pressed her dangling legs more open, and drove his cock into her with one fierce thrust.

Her cry of shock echoed around the pool, and he felt her pussy billow around him. Eyes wide-open now, she stared up at him. Her hands came down as if to push him away, and he snapped, “Keep your arms over your head, sub.”

Her pussy clenched at his tone, his words. Submissive. And her reaction made him harden more if that were possible. Holding her gaze with his, he started to move, watching her pupils dilate as her overly stimulated pussy began the climb up to full arousal. Over her head, her tiny hands fisted.

God, she felt good. His cock, denied for so long, seemed to feel each stroke into her hot cunt, every little twitch and clench amplified along his nerves. Deeper, he wanted deeper, wanted to bury himself so far into her he’d never see daylight again. Moving her leg, he set his foot onto the lower gutter running around the inside of the pool. Leaning forward, he gripped her hips and slammed into her, the downward tilt of her hips matching his upward thrusts perfectly. She gave soft grunts with each stroke, and he could feel her flexing around him, feel the quivering of her legs as she approached the edge.

Too soon. He’d waited so long that she’d pull him over with her if she came, and he wanted a long ride. He eased off, rocking against one side, then the other. She keened a protest, her head rolling back and forth, and he grinned. Responsive, hot, little sub.

Releasing her hips, he slowed further, taking the time to run his fingers over her bare pussy lips, enjoying the new silken feel and the way her breath hitched as her vagina clamped down on him. He teased her, sliding his wet fingers up toward her engorged clit, not touching, back down, over and over until she groaned. Until her whole body shook and she sobbed incoherent pleas.

Her pussy tightened even further, a vise around his cock, and he couldn’t stand it any longer. He pulled almost all the way out, then slammed into her, burying himself, yanking back out, hammering her. With one hand, he dug his fingers into her ass, yanking her against him with each thrust. And when he was close, so close that every thrust screamed with pleasure, he slid his fingers over her unhooded clit, circled over and on top, and she let out a series of high shrieks, her pussy clamping down on him so hard, he came in a rush, jerking as she milked him dry.

Eventually he pulled out. She sighed a protest but didn’t move. Poor little rabbit. He disposed of the condom and dried off enough to yank his jeans back on. Looked like Dan and Kari were busy enough…she was sitting on him, facing away, and from her gasps, well impaled. Cullen and Deborah had disappeared, probably back into the dungeon for more pain therapy.

His guests were doing all right on their own. Nolan scooped Beth into his arms and took a chair on the far side of the pool. She nestled down in his lap. Light, fragile, with a spine of iron.

Her hand rubbed over his chest, sliding under his open shirt to stroke his bare skin. It pleased him immensely that she was comfortable enough to touch him on her own.

Her pale skin was beautiful with little freckles scattered down her shoulders and arms. And so very soft. He ran his hand over her hip, enjoying the sight of his dark bronze against the white. When he nuzzled the top of her head, her soft hair ruffled his cheek. “I love watching you get off, sugar. You’re over-the-top gorgeous.”

She stirred a little, but didn’t say anything. It was amazing how some subs chattered away during aftercare, almost as if they’d downed a bottle of wine. And with others, getting their reactions required some well-applied plastique. Good thing he’d been a demolitions expert. “I hadn’t used a flogger since I got back. I’d forgotten how much fun it was.”

Silence. A slight tenseness in the hand curled on his chest.

“I’m pleased you were brave enough to continue. I didn’t want to stop.”

“But you would have,” she said finally. “If I’d wanted down, you would have released me.” Her voice held enough certainty that he knew they had the first foundation block of trust.

“Yes, Beth. If you hadn’t been able to overcome your fear, I’d have stopped right then.” He kissed the top of her head, watched her hand flatten on his chest. Her fingers slid over his nipple and around his side. His cock stirred. If she kept touching him, he’d end up taking her again. “So, how did you like the flogger?”

“I… You know, we don’t have to talk about everything. You already know how I felt. You know everything, dammit.”

He smiled at the tiny flash of temper. Yeah, she’d be a fun one after those fears were gone. “We talk for two reasons. I may know how you felt, but you need to know too. Bodies and emotions don’t always communicate. And secondly, I might think I’m God, but I’m not. I make mistakes just like everyone else. Now answer me. How did you like the flogger? I know you were scared, but beyond that?”

“I liked it,” she admitted, pleasing him again. “I didn’t think I would, but you didn’t hit me that hard at first, and then when you did, it hurt, but it didn’t really, or something. Every time it hit, things… I got…hotter. The spanking did that too.”

He ran a finger over her flushed cheek. “Good girl. I like hearing how you felt.” And she liked to hear of his pleasure, he saw. The tiny line between her eyebrows disappeared, and her hand made longer strokes on his chest. “How about when Dan sucked on your breasts?”

Her whole body stiffened, just slightly, but with her draped over him, he couldn’t miss something like that. Her small fingers stopped moving, in fact, he could feel the tiny pinpricks of her nails against his skin. He’d had a feeling about this, but had been too busy to watch her closely enough.

“I liked it in a way, but I’m glad it didn’t…he didn’t…that he didn’t touch me lower. With his mouth.” He could see her brows draw together in confusion. “I don’t know why.”

“You usually take a different Dom at the club every week, so you’re used to strangers,” he prompted.

“I know. But”-her arm slid around his side, and she pulled him a little closer-“it just didn’t feel right or something. I’m with…”

With me. “You feel like you’re mine, and no one else should touch maybe?”

Her head went down, but her arm didn’t loosen. “Pretty dumb, huh.”

He tilted her head back up, looked into her confused eyes. “Feelings are feelings. They don’t have dumb or smart labels, sugar. Doms have different lines that they’re not comfortable letting another Dom cross. For me, I would be uncomfortable seeing another Dom’s cock inside you.” He rubbed his thumb on her soft cheek. “I didn’t like watching you being taken by that asshole at the club.”

“Oh.” She tried to look away; he didn’t let her.

“So when we’re together, oral sex with someone else would be a no for you. How about being touched? Imagine Cullen’s hands on your breasts…” He released her chin, set his hand on her breast, and thumbed the nipple.

No stiffening, in fact her breathing increased just a tad. “I…maybe…”

“Okay. We have a couple hard limits here. We’ll work our way back and discuss your reactions afterward.” Oddly enough, his reaction right now was satisfaction. Damned if he wasn’t a little pleased that she didn’t want another man’s mouth on her pussy. He wrapped his other arm around her, snuggled her closer to him, and she went boneless, letting him mold her against his body. “You please me very much, Beth.”

He held her as contentment hummed through him.

Kari’s contentment disappeared in a rush when Cullen and Deborah returned. The big sub walked stiffly across the patio. Red welts covered her back and legs, with some even on her breasts. Beth gasped and tried to push herself off Nolan’s lap. Dammit, no woman should be treated like that. She was going to-

Nolan yanked her back against him. “Easy, Beth. Look at her face, not the marks on her body.”

Held so tightly she couldn’t move, Beth didn’t have much choice. She forced her gaze up to Deborah’s face and saw what he meant. The sub might be hurting, but her face looked like a woman who’d just gotten off. Thoroughly. And from the adoring way she gazed at Cullen, she was happy with what he’d done.

“But… I don’t understand,” Beth said. “He hurt her.”

“She likes pain.”

No one likes pain. “That’s just wrong.”

“People have a right to their kink, sugar, as long as one person isn’t forcing another,” Nolan murmured in her ear. “Lots of people would say what we did earlier was wrong too.”

Well, that was true. She rolled her eyes. “I’m a hypocrite, aren’t I?”

“And a brave little rabbit to try to take Cullen on.” He chuckled and bit her earlobe. “But take a good look at Cullen now. Deborah is well satisfied. Does Cullen look pleased with his work?”

Oh, he didn’t at all. His face was strained, the lines there drawn deeper. He watched Deborah, obviously worried about her pain. More worried than the sub was. “Oh.”

“Yeah. He doesn’t like handing out that much pain, no more than I do. He hasn’t had a good day, so be nice to him, sugar.”

As Beth’s anger disappeared, she leaned back against Sir, enjoying the feel of his strong arms around her. She watched Cullen, and her heart suffered at his silence. Cullen was never quiet. When Deborah disappeared into the house, Beth twisted to look at Sir. “He looks like he needs a hug.”

“He does, doesn’t he?” His arms opened, releasing her.

She crossed the patio to where Cullen stood, staring out at the lake. He seemed so lonely that her chest squeezed. She looked up at him, as always a little startled at his size, even taller than Master Nolan.

He finally realized she was there and turned to face her. His eyes narrowed, and he tilted her chin up. “Little Beth, what’s the matter? Is Nolan being mean to you?”

Typical Dom, able to read her like a book. “Nothing’s wrong. I just came over to give you a hug.” She put her arms around him and gave him the best hug she could. A second later, his arms wrapped around her, and he squeezed back.

She didn’t move, just rested her cheek on his wide chest, and ever so slowly, his muscles relaxed. Eventually, he took a deep breath and released her. “Thank you, love. I needed that more than I can say.” Cupping her face in his huge hands, he kissed the top of her head. “Now go back to Nolan before he digs out his rifle.”

She gave him a smile, pleased to see some of the strain gone from his face. She ran back to where her Master waited for her. He’d get a hug too.