Essential Master (Doms of Napa Valley) (25 page)

"Just try it, Alyce." Sam jerked
her arm away from Alyce, slapping at the redhead. Steph immediately wanted to
step in, but refrained as Ethan separated the women.

"Enough! I'm not about to let you get
into a physical altercation at my club, young lady."

The blonde shrieked. "Don't touch me,
asshole! Who needs this lousy club, anyways? It's not even remotely close to
town. Not only is it too far to drive to get fucked, who'd want to in a musty
old barn?"

"Dammit, Sam. I told you this wasn't
about getting laid. It’s for my research." Alyce placed her hands on her
hips.

It was just about that time Kaleb joined
them, a scowl wrinkling his forehead. "Here's your money. I do believe
it’d be best if you'd leave now."

The red-head nodded, accepting the money as
Ethan physically escorted her friend from the club. Steph noticed the fine
tremor in the woman's hands as she took the money. "Thank you, Sir."
Alyce’s cheeks flushed as she tucked a piece of ginger hair behind her ear
before lowering her eyes to the left. "I'm sorry about my sister. She's
been going through a rough time with her husband." She shyly glanced up at
Kaleb. Steph's eyes narrowed. It could be flirting but somehow she doubted it.
It was almost as if the woman had...

"Damn, that's a shame." Nicky spoke
softly next to her. "If that woman doesn't have some submissive training,
I'll eat my hat."

Steph had to agree as she watched the woman
fumble over her words. Everything, from her posture to the way she spoke to
Kaleb, screamed submissive.

"That was the owner of the club,
wasn't it, Sir?"

Kaleb placed the money in her hand.
"Yes."

"Shit." The frustration in her
voice wasn't surprising, at least not to Steph. The girl had come to explore
her need to submit more than likely, but now because of the actions of another,
she was being asked to leave. It sucked.

"I know I need to leave but do you
think there's a chance he might reconsider and let just me come back next
week?"

Kaleb shrugged. "I don't know. Master
Ethan is usually pretty understanding, but when it comes to his club, he
doesn't want troublemakers underfoot. It's bad for business and after some
recent events, the last thing the owners need is more trouble."

She nodded and her shoulders slumped.
"I can understand. Sam can be a troublemaker at the best of times, so I
can understand why you wouldn't want her here." She turned to move, but
then stopped. "Can you at least ask for me? I wouldn't ask but...this trip
was supposed to gather information for my thesis. I'm a psychology student, and
I'm doing it on the intricacies of the power exchange that occurs between
couples who practice BDSM."

Kaleb's expression softened. "I'll
talk to Ethan about it tonight after hours." He flipped the top page on
his clipboard before handing it to Alyce. "Write down your contact
information. I'll see what I can do."

A shy smile brightened her face before she
accepted the clipboard. Scribbling down her info, she nibbled on her lower lip.
After she was done, she handed it back to Kaleb. He glanced down at it before
looking up at her.

“Alyce with a ‘y’?”

She nodded shyly. “Yeah, eccentric
parents…don’t ask.” She paused for a second, and watching her, Steph knew what
was going to happen before Kaleb did. Alyce lifted up on to her toes and
brushed an impulsive kiss over Kaleb's cheek. "Thank you, Sir." Then
the petite red-head slipped through the crush and was gone, leaving a stunned
Kaleb cupping his cheek as if he were holding onto the kiss, or was shocked
such an obviously submissive woman had kissed him without permission.

"Damn," Nicky wrapped an arm
around her waist. "I don't think I've ever seen Kaleb flustered."

"Me either.” Steph leaned back against
her Master. “Something tells me one way or another that little red-head is
going to end up on her knees serving our friend. I know that look
anywhere."

Nicky chuckled. "What look?"

"It's only a look an intrigued Dom
has. He's not entirely sure what to do with her, but he knows what he'd like to
do with her."

“And what would that be, all knowing
one?" Nicky asked, watching Ethan re-enter the club.

"Something that more than likely
involves a certain red-head being naked and on her knees."

As Ethan joined them, Nicky chuckled.
"Anyone ever tell you, Steph, that you think about sex too much?"

"Hmmm, not lately. My men love the
fact I have a high sex drive."

Ethan gave them a strange look. "I
don't even want to know - especially if it means more trouble for me
tonight."

"Naw, relax, Master Ethan. We're here
to save your bacon, not throw you into the fire," Steph sassed.

Ethan's lips twitched before he focused on
Nicky. "I don't know how you deal with her."

"Aw, what can I say?” He gave her a
tight squeeze. “I took one look at her and was instantly smitten."

Chapter Twenty-Four

Zeb
made a circuit around the Whipping Room, his eyes attempting to take in
everything. It seemed to be extraordinarily busy tonight and he'd be glad when
the club closed in an hour. He'd barely caught a glimpse of Ma'am before she'd
slipped upstairs to the security office, and had gotten a brief but thorough
kiss from Sir before he'd gone into the bondage room. He was really looking
forward to spending some time after-hours with them. Even if it was just
cuddling on the couch at their home and watching reruns on SYFY. But first he
had to make sure the few remaining couples in the room were being safe. A
petite brunette, who happened to be a regular, was being expertly whipped by a
now shirtless Kaleb. Watching for a second, he had to admire the man's
technique. The woman's slender back was covered with red welts but not one of
them oozed. She was moaning uncontrollably as Kaleb continued to work his
magic.

Keeping quiet so as not to interrupt Kaleb
as he worked to send the sub into sub-space, he wandered over to the other
remaining couple.

In the opposite corner, Tianna was being
secured to one of the racks, face down. A smile crossed his face. It was good
to see the little Latina playing for once. Usually she hung out at his side in
the Bondage Room, or watched various demonstrations in the main room, but it
looked like she'd finally decided to participate. And she couldn't have picked
a better Dom. Master Lincoln had been a member of New Beginnings for about a
year, but had been practicing the lifestyle for nearly thirty years. Dressed in
his normal attire of denim jeans and gray shirt matching his eyes, the older
man looked to be only in his early sixties, but Zeb knew for a fact the man was
closer to seventy. His silver hair gleamed in the light as he finished
attaching the cuff to her right leg. His experience was obvious in the way he
handled Tianna. There was a reason Lincoln was respected by the community. Not
only was his vast knowledge of BDSM in demand, but his gentle way of breaking
in submissives was legendary. While Zeb wasn't sure that the Daddy-dom was a
perfect match for his feisty friend, he knew Tianna couldn't do much better in
finding a Dom to guide her through her first flogging.

He stepped up next to Master Lincoln. The
still fit bear of a man nodded to him as he secured the cuff on Tianna's left
ankle.

"You're doing good, sweetie. Nothing
too tight?" The older man's voice was smooth as he straightened.

"No, Master Lincoln."

Zeb could hear the anticipation in Tianna's
tone.

"Well, before we start, I'd like Zeb
to double check your bindings, then we'll begin." Master Lincoln nodded to
him.

Surprise flared inside of him. He hadn't
expected to the older man to suggest such a thing. He was here to merely ensure
the safety of both subs and Doms alike. Master Lincoln drew him to the side.

"I think Tianna would feel more
comfortable if you were nearby." Lincoln's gray eyes were shrewd.

"Why? We both know she won't come to
any harm at your hands."

A smile lifted one corner of Lincoln's
mouth. "True, but we'd originally agreed on the Bondage Room. When she
found out you were in here tonight, she asked if we could play here instead. I
agreed because I think she wants you to be near for her first scene. Think of
your presence as a security blanket."

Zeb nodded. "Of course. May I speak to
her as well?"

Lincoln nodded. “I'd be insulted if you
didn't."

Moving to Tianna's side, he crouched down
to the slightly angled rack to check the bindings on Tianna's ankles. As he
suspected, both were secure without cutting off her circulation. Master Lincoln
knew his stuff. "I see you decided to finally take a chance, T."

"Yeah, Zeb. Master Lincoln is..."

"Safe." He moved up to her arms
to check the wrists restraints. "He's a good place to start." He
moved to the other side of her to repeat the process. "I know you have
your heart set on another, but you need to make sure you can handle what he
wants first."

Her cheeks flushed. "Yeah, and he's
not even going to look at me until I get some experience under my belt. Snobby
bastard."

He chuckled at her description of Davis's
cousin, one of the club’s Professional Doms. "Yeah Master Toby can be
rather selective in who he services."

She sighed. "As I found out when I
asked him to teach me. I even offered him twice his going rate. He flew out of
the room like his ass was on fire after telling me I was too innocent for
him."

"So now you're going to get some
experience?" he asked when he knelt to check her other ankle restraint.

"Yeah. Master Lincoln knows." She
gave him a grin as he straightened. "In fact it was his idea to come here
tonight and start my training. He knows after what happened to you, Davis
demands everything be recorded and ..."

Zeb chuckled. "And then Davis and Toby
go over it on Monday mornings." He shook his finger at Tianna.
"Naughty little subbie. You don't know what you're going to release by
teasing him that way."

She tipped her head. "Probably
nothing. But maybe if he sees I'm getting some experience, he'll see I'm
serious about this and not just playing."

Zeb sighed. "I just hope it doesn't
backfire on you, T." He gave one final tug on her wrist restraint.
"Looks good." He stepped back from the rack and nodded to Master
Lincoln. "She's all yours."

"For the moment," Lincoln agreed.

Moving out of harm’s way, Zeb watched as
Master Lincoln warmed up his arm. Then when he deemed he was ready, Lincoln
moved closer to the rack. "What level are you at, Tianna?"

"Green, Master Lincoln."

"Good, and the number we agreed to for
your first time, Tianna?" He lightly touched her bared back.

"Ten, Master Lincoln." A shudder
left her as she settled into the rack, visibly preparing herself. Zeb wanted to
tell her to relax, that a flogger hitting tensed muscles hurt even more than
one hitting relaxed ones.

"Correct. Now I want you to relax and
count off for me." Lincoln lightly smacked her back with the flogger. Not
hard enough to mark, but enough to awaken the nerves in her back.

"One, Master," she said in a calm
voice.

Lincoln pulled his arm back and hit a bit
harder lower on her back. A startled gasp escaped Tianna. "Two,
Master."

Leaning back against the wall, Zeb watched
as the flogging continued. As each moan from Tianna got louder, a smile crossed
his face. Poor Toby didn't realize what he was in for when he returned. Tianna,
the little witch, was going to use Toby's own fetish against him. If there was
anything the other man loved more than flogging a submissive, it was one who
lost herself so completely under the lash that she begged, cried, and pleaded
for release.

* * * *

After
wiping down the last piece of equipment with the prepared sanitizer solution,
Zeb was storing the spray bottle in the cabinet when Steph stepped into the
Whipping Room. "There you are, Sexy."

Tossing the damp cloth into the specially
marked hamper designated for such items, he smiled up at her. "Ma'am. How
was your night? See anything interesting on the cameras?"

She nodded, closing the distance between
them. "Enough to know Toby is gonna bust a nut when he sees the footage of
Tianna and Master Lincoln."

"You think?" he asked then
wrapped an arm around her waist. Leaning his head on her shoulder, he savored
her softness against his cheek.

"No, I know. When we first came, Toby
warned us off her. Said she wasn't ready to handle what we'd ask of her."
She pressed her lips to his temple. "Not that we were looking for a female
submissive." Her free hand slid to cup his hip.

He chuckled. "Thank God. I'd do almost
anything you asked, but I'd have to draw the line at having a sex change."

She giggled. "I'd hurt you if you even
thought of it." Her hand moved around front to cup his sex. "I happen
to love your sexy bits."

"Is he done,
cara mia
?" Nicky stood in the open doorway, a black duffel bag
in his hand. Zeb idly wondered if his Sir was going to work out, or if he might
get lucky for once and Nicky wanted to play. Perhaps while Steph watched. His
dick, which had been in a half-hard state most of the night from the sights and
sounds around him, filled with a rush so potent he was surprised he didn't pass
out as all of his blood headed south.

"Just finished, Master." Steph
gently squeezed him, drawing a groan out of him.

"Good. Then I say we're ready."

Zeb turned to look at Nicky. "Ready
for what?" He was gonna die if Nicky said he was ready to go home.

Nicky's eyes darkened with lust. "To
play." He stepped out of the doorway. "You have ten minutes, Steph,
then I expect you both in room three."

His knees trembled at his Sir's words. Room
three was one of his favorites, ever since he'd joined the club, and was one of
the few rooms Allison refused to take him into. Walls encased in Styrofoam
rocks, sconces hanging from them, an electric fireplace, and a four poster bed
with silk bed linens and a flowing canopy had turned what had once been a large
storage room into a bedroom in a medieval castle, complete with a closet full
of naughty toys meant to bring the most delicious erotic pain imaginable.

"Ah, I can see you like the
idea." Steph trailed her fingers over the curve of his ass. She leaned in
to nuzzle his ear. He shivered as her moist tongue flicked at the inner shell.
"But before we go play with Master, you’re going to give me the release I
need." She boldly cupped him while leaning back to gaze directly into his
eyes. "You're going to fuck me, make me come hard, and then we're going to
find Nicky and do it all over again."

He groaned as she freed the tab on his
jeans. As she eased the zipper down, his cock bobbed free.

"Hmmm, looks like someone is happy to
see me." She knelt down in front of him, tugging on him until not only was
his cock sticking out in front of him, his heavy balls were out on display. She
murmured and rubbed her cheek over the most vulnerable spot on his body. Then
she went one step further and lapped his balls with her tongue before softly
mouthing them.

 
"Aw fuck!" One hand threaded through
her head as she licked and teased her way up to the shaft. He bucked as the
head of his cock was surrounded her warm mouth while she sucked and nibbled on
the sensitive crest. He could feel the load building in his balls and groaned.
It was a sound of pure desperation as she squeezed the base of his cock,
stalling his release. Then she hummed softly as her tongue delved into his
slit. "Ma'am...oh...my...God...I'm...gonna...” He knew he was babbling,
but could care less.

She jerked her mouth away and tightened her
hand around his balls. It wasn't hard enough to cause true pain, but enough
that no sane man would try to disobey "Not yet." Keeping her grip on
his close to exploding cock, she stood. "You're going to give Ma'am what
she wants."

He licked his lips and nodded. "Of
course, Ma'am. I’ll give you every touch you require."

She narrowed her eyes. "No, what
you're going to do is raise my skirt, Sexy." She kept a firm hand on him.
"Now. We have about eight minutes left."

He fumbled with the light summer weight
skirt. By the time he had managed to pull up the fabric, she was squirming and
wiggling her hips against his.

"Touch me between my legs," she
ordered, her tone firm, despite the rapid rise and fall of her of chest.
"Feel what watching you on the videos for the past two hours has done to
me."

"Yes, Ma'am," he whispered,
allowing his fingers to delve into the shadowy cleft of her sex. He hissed as
bare, wet folds met his fingers. "Damn, you're soaking wet, Ma'am."

She gave a guttural moan as he manipulated
the hard throbbing clit against his palm. "Yes." She bucked against
his hand. "Now I'm gonna fuck you, slave, and you..." She backed him
up until he felt the curves of one of the settee lounges against the back of
his thighs. Then she gave him a small shove. He landed hard on his ass, but had
little time to think or even protest before she straddled him, her wet sex
coming to rest on top of his. "And you, my sexy little submissive, aren't
going to come." She inserted the crest of his cock against her opening,
then slid all the way down his shaft in one deft heart-stopping move.

 
A
low rumble built in his chest as he fought to be still, to not thrust up. She'd
told him he wasn't allowed to come, that he was to wait until she gave the
order.

"God, I love the feel of your cock
inside me, Zebadiah," she panted as she began to move. He moved in counter
point to her, biting his lower lip, using the small pain to keep from coming.

Around him, he could feel her sheath
rippling, trying to milk his seed out of him. But she'd told him not to come.
He tried to focus on everything but the need to come. He knew from experience
sports stats, multiplication tables, nothing worked. Instead he turned inward,
and focused on the one thing that truly mattered. She didn't want him to come,
and more than anything, he wanted to please her. To see her face flush with
pleasure, to see the happy sheen of tears in her eyes as he drove her to climax
again and again. To make her happy, he'd stave off his own release until his
nuts turned blue. "Ride me, Ma'am. Take your pleasure." He lifted
into her, his hands around her hips to hold her steady for his thrusts. Sweat
broke out on his brow as her gasping cries turned louder.