Chapter 13

CHAPTER 13

G age

I’d never considered myself a teacher by any means. I’d certainly never spent so much time with a woman trying to help her become more comfortable with the notion of either being tied or flogged, but as far as dates went, it was one of the most enjoyable periods of time I’d had in a long time.

I was leading her toward one of the private rooms, one of the few I’d used very early on. Sure, I’d taken some classes over the years, including with Master Zane, but that had been for appearances more than anything. Same with Valerio and Braxton. It was better for our guests to think we were highly trained than barely having any interest.

One of the other girls, a switch had alerted me to the benefits of a sex swing. I hadn’t fully understood until she’d demonstrated with a partner with me watching like a voyeur.

I smiled to myself as I used my keycard to open the door. Evangeline wasn’t ready for anything like that. Then again, I had no desire to share her, not even a glimpse. Now that made me highly possessive.

Evangeline had the best reactions to everything, but this time she laughed. “Okay, that has nothing to do with Shibari. Does it?”

“Good instincts. Not a thing. I guess you could do something like that, but that’s not what it’s intended for.” I closed the door behind me, ensuring it was locked.

She walked around the contraption hanging from the ceiling, finally daring to reach out and touch the leather seat. When she pulled her hand away, it was like her fingers were seared. I didn’t mind if they were, but I wanted it to be for an entirely different reason. The touch of our naked bodies.

“What do you think it is?” I removed my jacket, placing it across one of the three huge leather chairs in the room. This spot wasn’t meant for pain as much as it was for pleasure. The swing had been slightly altered from some time in use. It had the ability to shackle both the wrists and ankles of the seductive subject.

It would all depend on her reaction. I had a feeling Joseph had tied her up before and not for a good reason. I’d even made a call, trying to find out where the bastard was. From what I’d learned, he had enough ‘boys’ and money at his disposal to keep himself in the shadows.

He was also more dangerous than I’d fully anticipated. His father owned a dozen companies, five of which Joseph was responsible for running. During his term serving as CEO, he’d destroyed relationships with his employees as well as crushed other fledgling businesses. I was a ruthless businessman and could recognize all the tactics used, including those that were less than scrupulous.

The man had used extortion and blackmail to get what he wanted, since he and his family owned half the police department. It was funny that the area where Evangeline had lived was inhabited by what I’d call the fabulous six. They were more like cult leaders in my opinion, not mafia exactly but just as powerful. Hell, there seemed to be zero mafia connections in Connecticut and beyond until you got to New Jersey and New York.

They appeared to have the approval on who could purchase a house in the community, who could work in one of their companies or marry one of their children. I could be stretching the limited information I’d discovered, but I was astute and had dealt with people like them my entire life.

They truly thought they were rulers of the world.

If I was right to any degree, any offspring would be an extremely valuable commodity. Perhaps her father had made a promise regarding heirs, even allowing the arranged marriage. Without knowing how they got together I would never know for certain, although if I had to guess, I’d say Joseph could turn up the charm when he wanted. Plus, if I discovered her father had a part in her life in any way, and not in a loving manner, it would crush her.

The other question I couldn’t wrap my brain around was why both she and Joseph hadn’t lived in the community. My guess was a house had been made available to him. Maybe part of the deal, the father knowing his daughter wanted to get out? I needed to stop forming conspiracy theories. Not until I knew more. And that would be tough, although Valerio was like a dog to a bone.

Which had led me to another conclusion. The man owed the cult something. Living in the house? What? That was the ‘if’ that continued to trouble me.

She even tested the seat since the contraption was hanging from thick silver chains in the ceiling. “Where did you get this, Adam and Eve sex shop?”

I had to laugh, happy she was being playful. “We have all our apparatuses specially made. They are significant finds at locations we’ve done business with. Often out of Denmark as they do fine craftsman work. This piece has the leather reinforced, the chains as well, and the bolts holding it to the ceiling aren’t going anywhere. Plus, there are added comfort points so the lovely submissive can thoroughly enjoy being fucked without worry.”

“A fucking chair?”

“Absolutely.”

“Believe it or not, I’ve heard of one. Don’t look so shocked,” she mused, lifting her gaze toward me. Now it was entirely too seductive. “The girls and I enjoy some wicked time together. We talk. We read romance. What now?”

She seemed to approve and smiled.

“Now, you’re going to learn more. Are you ready?”

“I was born ready.”

I moved closer, finding it close to impossible to keep a smile off my face. I gripped her jaw, lifting her head slightly. “Then as of now, you will do as I say. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

I swatted her on the butt and she yelped playfully. “Have respect. That’s the first lesson.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good girl. Now, undress.”

“And what are you going to be doing?” While her question was also playful, my grip on her chin became stern.

“We aren’t playing here. You wanted to learn and in order to do so, you need to understand the rules. Respect for your master at all times is number one. You also need to place your trust in him. And you will do what I say, questioning nothing unless you are highly uncomfortable and I doubt you’ll feel that way today. I’ll ask again. Do you understand?”

It seemed a slight light dawned on her. “Yes, sir.”

I allowed her time and a little privacy to undress. But my hunger was off the charts tonight. She had a way of doing that to me more than I’d experienced before. As if I was a young man and couldn’t control myself.

I took the time to unbutton my cuffs, folding up the sleeves. She was going to experience being fully naked while I remained fully clothed.

To fuck her.

The thought was riveting.

When she lightly cleared her throat, my entire body tensed. Turning around and seeing her was even more special than before. She was just so beautiful in an unassuming way. Nervous, she was still fidgeting, twirling her hair as if the long strands were disturbing her. I needed to taste her more than I needed anything else at this point.

I returned to where I had been, taking her into my arms.

“It’s time you realize you belong to me.” I didn’t give her any time to object, capturing her mouth as I enjoyed doing.

She wiggled in my hold, rising onto her tiptoes. She really was a tiny thing, her lithe body easily molding into mine. The kiss was sweeter somehow, the trust entirely different than engaging in more of a one-night stand.

I swept my tongue inside without reservation, ensuring she knew what I’d just told her was accurate and that I was serious. I’d seen the slight look in her eyes, a hint of apprehension. Of course Joseph had been and still was possessive.

That didn’t matter here. He had nothing to do with this island.

We were perfectly matched and the intimacy we shared was powerful. The scent of her raging desire matched mine. Foreplay had its perks but right now, we were both far too hungry.

After pulling away, I took a deep breath. “Let’s get you settled into the chair.” She didn’t fight me, and in truth, seemed more eager than I would have imagined. I didn’t need to help her. With her long legs, she hopped into position as if she knew exactly what she was doing.

“Hands over your head. Grasp the bar.”

She looked up at the bar and the shackles, which were within centimeters away. I watched her carefully. There was no fear in her eyes, no hint of the terror like I’d seen before. Just wild curiosity. She didn’t hesitate, grabbing the bar and returning her gaze toward me. Her eyes were piercing and I could swear she was doing her best to tempt me or tease just enough I’d become even more dominating.

Without being commanded to do so, she placed her feet in the stirrups.

“Are you going to shackle me?” Oh, her question was not innocent.

My cock was at the aching point. Damn the woman. She could turn on the heat like no other.

“Is that what you’d prefer?”

“I do trust you. You want me to have a real experience. What’s the use if I can move and do what I want to that sexy body of yours?” Even her grin was sly.

“Then by all means.” I was still gentle in how I shackled her arms, taking my time doing so. Before I bound her ankles, I took a few pleasurable seconds to brush the rough pads of my fingers up the inside of first one arm then the other.

As I stood back, I used the move not only to continue admiring her beauty but to also allow her to get used to the feeling of being shackled. She tested the hold, wiggling and flexing her fingers several times. While her breathing initially was slightly labored, she calmed down within seconds.

Only then did I move on to her ankles, lifting her left leg first. Her skin was so soft, I found it difficult not to kiss the inside of her knee, rolling my lips up to her inner thigh. There was something adorable about the way she shuddered at my touch.

When she was finally secure, I backed away. I did want the anticipation of what I was going to do to evoke various emotions. I thought about what other layer I could add to the mix, deciding on nipple clamps. She should experience controlled pain mixed with pleasure. Even if it was only for a little while.

“As you’ve already learned, domination and submission in almost every aspect is an artform. Yes?”

“Yes, sir. Beautiful. More so than I thought.”

“I’m glad to hear that.” I walked to one of two cabinets in the room. While I often checked to ensure our equipment, apparatuses, and implements were in top working order, as the supervisor of every dom and dominatrix, it was Zane’s responsibility. We hired the best people for a reason.

I sensed she was about ready to ask a question and stopped herself. Curiosity was natural. Holding back on typical instincts was one of the hardest things to do, especially for intelligent people who no one would consider followers. She might seem timid on the outside, but she was anything but weak. She’d simply been beaten down by an asshole.

This should begin to build some confidence back to where it should be. “You can ask a question, my sweet submissive.”

“Thank you, sir. What are you doing?”

“Mmm… You see, certain aspects of the lifestyle do involve pain. Whether it’s because of needed discipline or because both the dom and the sub enjoy the high surrounding the experience. And yes, endorphins are powerful when exposed by certain acts of inflicting pain.”

I could smell her sudden fear. It was easy to do that in a human. Or perhaps I was just good at it. When people were highly afraid, worried they would be killed, the scent was raw and more intense. I’d been there, causing worry to a pompous asshole who’d dared hurt someone in my employ to the point she’d had to be transferred to the hospital.

This was different. There was still excitement laced in the moment. While her emotions were raw, her desire outweighed everything else.

“Pain. Enjoyable pain?”

“Answer me this. When I spanked you, you were wet, the hunger you felt surprising you. Correct?”

She laughed nervously. “Yes. I was shocked. I thought at first something was wrong with me.”

“Not at all. The honest truth is that if people would truly let go, enjoy the reality that a hint of anguish is good for the soul, their worlds would open up significantly.” I selected the perfect pair. Not too aggressive and the tips were covered with rubber pads. I also selected a small tawse, one that could be easily controlled. As I returned, she eyed the items carefully. Again, the hint of fear remained but I was shocked how excited she seemed.

My balls were so tight I was certain they were going to pop off. That was pain.

“Now, before you can truly embrace the kind of ecstasy few experience, you must encounter the other side. Are you prepared?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good girl. No hesitation. You do trust me.”

“Very much. Sir.” The nod of respect was almost an afterthought, which was fine by me.

I moved closer, the electricity was off the charts as always seemed to be with her. “Nipple clamps. They will help keep your nipples long, tight, and sensitive.”

“They’re already sensitive around you. Sir.” Her eyes opened wide.

She could make me laugh like no other woman. “That’s quite the compliment. They are a simple but powerful tool to use. Close your eyes and take a deep breath. This will hurt. Keep that in mind.”

“Yes, sir.” Her lower lip was quivering but she did as I commanded, taking a deep breath while doing so.

When she appeared somewhat serene, I flicked my finger back and forth across her already taut nipple. It was rosy and the sight of the hard bud made my mouth water. But I resisted, wanting her to experience as much as she could handle. I was careful, repeating the move with the other nipple, even daring to suck on one, then the other before squeezing open one of the clamp ends.

The moment I placed the first one into position, her entire body began to shake.

“Holy… shit. I’m sorry but…” She was breathless, her mouth twisted in a lovely formation.

“That’s fine. React as you need to react.”

Evangeline shifted back and forth, her breaths long and deep. Only when it appeared she was ready did I add the second one. She gasped for air, her eyes rolling in the back of her head.

“Breathe and you’ll feel entirely different in a few minutes.”

I could tell she was ready to retort, which made me grin like a kid. There was a silver chain between the two and after two full minutes had passed, I tugged gently.

“Shit.” The single exclamation was followed with a groan. “I have a potty mouth.”

Her statement was hilarious. “I’ll let you in on a secret. So do I. With pain comes the act of pleasure. Are you ready?”

“Uh-huh. Oh, yes, sir.”

It was sheer joy rubbing my fingers down her stomach to her glistening pussy. I wanted to do very bad things to her. I could. And I would. But for now, it was time to highlight the extreme rapture of both sides of the equation.

The swing was at a perfect height to allow me to bend over, partaking in the luscious feast in front of me.

“Oh, my.” Her breathless whisper was followed by several tosses of her head. I could tell the anguish was blinding but no more so than the first few minutes of a spanking. It wasn’t that she was a pain junkie but enjoyed the dichotomy of feeling. Her emotions and senses had been dulled for so long, I was surprised she could so easily balance the rapture and agony.

As I rolled my index finger around her clit, she bucked up from the swing as much as her shackles allowed. Even the way her breath was skipping was delightful, a huge turn-on for a man like me who’d been with mostly jaded, practiced women.

I wanted to toy with her for a little longer but damn if the draw to her wasn’t far too intense. I flicked my finger back and forth across her clit a few times before pinching the tender bud.

“Jesus. Oh, God. You are…” Her laugh was clipped, her long eyelashes skimming across her cheeks. She was already glowing, which was incredible. The chemistry we shared was tremendous.

I was able to brush my fingers up and down the inside of both thighs. Then I couldn’t take it any longer, leaning over and blowing hot air across her wet pussy. It pulsed when I did, the woman making tiny murmurs. Which, of course, was another powerful aphrodisiac.

My control with her was usually shot within the first few seconds. I did what I could, including tugging on the chain. Her moans became louder, her fingers flexing and fisting as she squirmed. I finally buried my face into her wetness, dragging my tongue up and down the length.

She was wide open for me, so much so that I could do this for hours. However, all good things came with patience. For both of us. I licked her furiously for a few seconds, eventually sucking on her clit again. Her moans of rapture continued, her eyes now completely closed. She had no idea just how beautiful she truly was.

I continued alternating for another couple of minutes. When I pulled away, she gasped, eyeing me as if she knew I had something else up my sleeve.

Of course I did. Another layer. Another taste. I showed her the tawse, a beginner’s tool at best, and she seemed more nervous than before. My guess was she was trying to figure out what I was going to use it on.

I took my time, rolling the two leather ends down from her neck to her chest, swirling the strands around in a circle on her stomach. I drifted it from one leg to the other, watching her every reaction.

“Agony. Rapture. They go hand in hand.”

She almost seemed mesmerized by what I was saying, her eyes opening wide. I was finished with the clamps, gently easing one off then the other. Her gasps of relief were to be expected. Just the way her luscious lips twisted was delightful. I immediately shifted gears, taking one purple nipple into my mouth. This was meant to be soothing, not as sexual.

Yet.

But that would change.

When I was certain I’d spent enough time with both, enjoying the way her head was lolled to the side, I cracked the tawse against her pussy. It wasn’t very hard, but the snapping sound of my wrist brought her to full attention.

She stretched her hands again, doing her best to jerk up from the swing. “You are…”

“Be careful, sweet submissive. I might be many things.” I grinned and immediately returned my head to her pussy, using a combination of my fingers and tongue, driving them as deep inside as possible.

She whimpered and undulated, her eyelids once again floating across her shimmering cheeks. I could tell within seconds she was rolling in ecstasy.

I repeated my actions several times, driving her to the precipice of coming before backing down completely, licking lightly. There was no doubt the combination was driving her crazy. And I loved every second of it.

As Evangeline tossed her head back and forth, I was consumed with her scent. Her desire was increasing, her body bucking more than before. The taste of her was perfect. After one more slap with the tawse, I tossed it aside. My hunger was too great to ignore. I licked her feverishly, doing my best not to lose my concentration.

“Uh. Uh. Uh. I’m going to…”

“Come for me, woman. Come.”

She obeyed almost instantly, her lovely toes curling as she opened her mouth wide to a silent scream. I did so love her reaction. I continued licking, refusing to let her go and within seconds, a second climax rolled through her like a tidal wave. I also adored the swing. It seemed to open women up, providing an excuse to lose everything including their inhibitions.

When she came down from the rafters, I kissed both legs and stood, even being silly enough to twist the swing back and forth. She was panting and I was growling, my need so intense that as I stood, I knew I couldn’t wait for much longer.

A part of me wanted to blindfold her, but I knew that might push her inhibitions into the dark. That was the last thing I wanted to have happen.

She never took her eyes off me as I unfastened my trousers. By the time I was tugging them over my hips, she was licking her lips. For a girl who basically had no experience, she was more than eager to experience all the swing could offer.

And I planned on indulging her.

When my cock was free, I offered her a slight show, rolling my fingers down my shaft, taking a few seconds to cup and squeeze both balls. My growls continued and eventually, she laughed just enough that the sound lifted my heart. I’d waited long enough. The way the swing was hanging was perfect, the right height for my size.

I gripped her legs as I approached, peering down at her with enough lust in my eyes for both of us.

“Don’t tease me, please. Sir,” she purred when I pressed the tip against her slickened folds, rolling it up and down the length several times.

“Oh, yeah?”

“Oh, yeah.”

When I thrust the entire length in, the slight scream she issued was just a sweet, justified reward. I was shaking all over, partially from adrenaline and partially from anxiety over whether showing her anything in the bottom two floors was a good idea. Right now, I didn’t care about anything but pleasing us both. I powered into her, pumping like I was a crazed man. Every moan she uttered fueled my fire, every breath sweet music.

The swing was perfect for my needs, keeping her captive this way enticing the beast inside. I was thrilled the moments we’d shared were as uninhibited as they’d been. Although the little nagging in the back of my mind that I was breaking my own rules remained.

Ah, so what?

My brothers and I made them. We could certainly break them. Hell, the other two had in spades.

I could tell she was getting close to coming and I slowed my rhythm, doing my best to bring her the maximum satisfaction. I was already on the balls of my feet, struggling to hold onto my control.

Evangeline was still bucking, still tossing her head from side to side, but when she jerked up, her eyes piercing mine, I knew it was time. The way her pussy muscles clamped around the thick invasion was amazing, somehow managing to pull me in even deeper.

She was moaning. I was growling and as the climax raced through her, I allowed myself to become thoroughly lost in a woman. It was rare. It was wonderful.

It was freeing.

The sweet wave turned into another and finally, she seemed exhausted, licking her parched lips. Only then did I release, erupting deep inside.

Filling her with my cream.

Was it wrong to claim her like some beast in the wild? Nope.

Not even a little bit.

She was mine.

And Joseph would soon learn he didn’t want to fuck with a member of the Royal family.