How Cassie Got Her Grind Back (32 page)

“Two hours!” Cassie squeaked and then covered her mouth with her hand. “My gosh, whatever she did must’ve been bad.”

Joseph chuckled and said, “It wasn’t fun. I’d bought her a surprise and decided that instead of unleashing her to play with it on her own, to decide if she liked it or not, I’d try it out on her in the club…while restrained.” He tilted his chin toward a corner, a subtle gesture, and then grinned evilly.

Cassie gaped when she spotted Bunny in the corner, bound to a padded contraption that reminded Cassie of the table Emma Rivers had in one of her examination rooms, only this one was on steroids or something.

Bunny wore long black-and-white-striped socks held up with ruffled black satin garters at her mid-thigh. She was clad in a black patent mini-dress that was split at the hips to her waist and her abundant breasts spilled from the bodice. The only other thing she had on was a tiny matching patent G-string.

Bunny’s arms were spread eagled and bound at the wrist and the elbow. Her thighs were spread and strapped to the stirrups at the knee and the ankle. A ball gag was stuffed in her mouth and strapped around her head, which rested on a pillow.

Bunny caught sight of him as he drew close, and she began yelling around the gag, alternating between growling and shouting and pleading with Joseph. Her eyes twinkled when she made eye contact with Cassie for a second and winked at her before continuing her non-verbal tirade.

“I love how much she hates that table,” Joseph said with ill-disguised enjoyment.

Joseph stroked Bunny’s forehead as he quietly thanked the smiling blonde submissive who’d been kneeling on a cushion beside the table, obviously keeping Bunny company.

He turned aside to Cassie and said, “This is Mona. She’s the submissive of Randall Butler, whom you met when you arrived. She’s been sitting with Bunny during her punishment.”

Bunny interrupted his explanation with her own incoherent pleading, and he chuckled and reached down to the apex of her thighs and settled his hand gently there as he continued speaking over her high-pitched shriek.

“What was I saying? Oh, Mona, please greet Cassie Resendez, a special acquaintance of Samson’s and his brother, Ivan. She’s touring the club.”

Mona smiled at her, seeming unperturbed that there was a pissed-off, scantily clothed, restrained woman between them. “Pleased to meet you, Cassie.”

Joseph watched Bunny writhe as he adjusted his hand on her mound and said, “Mona, has she come at all?”

“No, Sir. She hasn’t. She was very good.”

Bunny was panting around the gag while a slight smile curved Joseph’s lips as he looked down at his hand cupped around her pussy and then glanced at Bunny’s face. “You’re my good girl, aren’t you?”

“Uh-huh!” Bunny intoned, her back bowing as she strained on the table. He lifted his hand, and she panted even harder, her eyes rolling in her head a little.

“What a good, good girl,” he murmured as he leaned closer. “Do you want to come very badly?”

Bunny whined as he laid his hand back over her G-string-covered mound and shook her head violently back and forth.

“Easy,
fiammetta
,” he murmured, stroking her forehead to stop her neck movement. “I don’t want the night’s fun to end with painful neck spasms.”

Bunny murmured unintelligibly behind the gag and moaned as her hips twitched.

“You’ve learned your lesson?” After her affirmation, Cassie watched, trying to hide her disbelief and shock as he slid his fingertips beneath Bunny’s G-string.

Cassie hadn’t been sure how she’d react to seeing Bunny, or any of her other friends who frequented this club, possibly naked or in the midst of a scene, but she was undeniably curious what he’d been doing. She watched as he manipulated something beneath the black triangle of her G-string, and Bunny went limp, panting, relief instantaneous on her face.

“There,” Joseph said as he held up the small device the size of a miniature computer mouse and then wrapped it in his handkerchief and slid it into his pocket. “That was money well spent.”

Somehow Bunny managed to pooch out her lip and made conversational murmurings before lifting her mound to his hand again and had the audacity to wink at him and arch her brows. Heat flushed Cassie’s cheeks as she realized Bunny was offering herself to her husband. But she shouldn’t blush, should she? After all, the two of them were man and wife, wholly committed to each other. Anything he’d done to her, he’d also make right, wouldn’t he? Maybe she should give them a little privacy?

As if reading Cassie’s mind again, he wrapped a hand around her wrist to stop her from backing away and smiled at her in reassurance before turning back to his wife.

He adjusted Bunny’s G-string to make sure she was covered but offered no stimulation. He leaned a hip against the table and crossed his arms over his chest as if he was having a friendly chat. “So, you still want to come, huh?”

Bunny pooched that persuasive lip again and murmured assent and blinked innocently at him before devilry danced in her bright turquoise-blue eyes. “Mmm-hmm, mmm-hmm.” She wiggled her hips at him, high color in her cheeks.

Joseph turned to Cassie and patted his coat pocket. “This particular toy attaches to the clit and surrounding tissue with suction, and creates a gentle sucking motion with alternating speeds and levels of intensity. Its main purpose is not to bring the subject to orgasm but to provide arousing stimulation while not quite enough to bring her to orgasm. She needs penetration, isn’t that right,
fiammetta
?” he asked, turning back to Bunny with that same wicked smile on his face.

Bunny’s brows wrinkled, and she looked unsure as she nodded, pleading in her eyes as she reached for him fruitlessly with bound hands. She made a purring sound and arched her hips toward him, obviously past the point of caring that Cassie and Mona, along with other club members, stood observing silently nearby.

Joseph leaned down and kissed her damp forehead and nuzzled her cheek before standing and removing her restraints one at a time, starting with her ankles and moving upward. He unbuckled the gag as he said, “I bet you’ll remember that the next time you think it would be funny to eat jalapenos before offering to suck my cock.”

Cassie gasped, and Mona cringed.

Bunny wiped her cheeks and chin with the tissues Mona provided to her as she nodded and then grabbed his lapels. “Absolutely, Sir. I’ll be an angel, Sir. Only let me get off, like
right now
, because I’m hornier now than I have
ever
been. I’m so horny I don’t even mind if everyone watches while you do it. I need to come so bad, Beastly, please, please,
please
!”

“You are the delight of my life, Bunny. You may come only by my hand, at the
end
of this evening.”

“
What the fuck
?” Bunny shrieked.

He shook his head as if dealing with a recalcitrant child. “Excuse me?”

“What the fuck,
Sir
?” she screeched. “They were just a few jalapenos! You must really hate me!”

Joseph snorted. “Hate you? I adore you. I just showered you with pleasure for the last two hours. Now, if I was angry, I might get some of those whole, raw jalapenos, eat a few with the seeds and all like
you
did, and then eat your tender pink pussy. How would you like
that
?”

Bunny squeaked and crossed her legs where she sat on the table. “I’m shutting the hell up right now, Sir. No orgasms for this bad,
bad
girl. Nope. Only please no jalapenos on my pussy, Sir?”

“Then no more jalapenos on my cock, either?”

“
Nooooooooo
,” she said as she shook her head back and forth. “I’m sorry, Sir.”

“And no sneaking away and getting yourself off, either. You’re to stay by my side all evening.
Silently
,” he added with a grin.

Bunny made a pouty face but reached for him as he helped her down. She wrapped her arms around him and pecked his cheek before placing her forearms behind her back, a move that pressed her overflowing breasts against the meager restraint of her dress. She caught Cassie’s eye and winked again.

After giving Mona instructions for cleaning the area, which she accepted with enthusiasm, Joseph escorted the two of them away from the area. “Samson will be here soon, and I’m sure he’s anxious to spend time with you, Cassie, so let’s finish up your tour.” They hadn’t gone more than a few feet before Joseph’s path was blocked by a tall, blonde woman as she gracefully kneeled before him.

His dark frown was gone almost as quickly as it had appeared on his face, and he said, “Jillian, I didn’t realize you were planning to visit Hazelle House without Hector and Juno.” Cassie noted a hint of censure in his voice, and Bunny’s eyes rounded as she looked at Cassie behind the cover of Joseph’s back.

Jillian looked up at him with an open smile. “Hector and Juno are visiting his family, and I’m in the area on business. I checked in with your hostess, showed proof of membership at the club back home, and signed papers for temporary membership, as per your rules…Sir.”

Joseph gave a slight nod. “What can I do for you?”

“If Samson is here tonight, I’d like to play with him.”

Bunny blinked at Cassie and then looked up at her husband but otherwise stayed still. Cassie studied the woman kneeling with perfect posture before Joseph. He gave Cassie’s hand wrapped around his forearm a reassuring squeeze. “Don’t you mean Master Samson? And is that how Hector has taught you to make a request of a Dominant?”

Jillian bowed her swanlike neck. “Forgive me, Sir. I meant no offense. Might Master Samson be available tonight?”

“I’m afraid he’s not here yet, Jillian,” Joseph countered. “But when he arrives, he’ll be spending time with his submissive.” He gave Cassie’s hand another gentle squeeze but gave no other indication of whom he meant with his declaration.

Jillian lifted her gaze as if she’d picked up the subtle movement and gave Cassie a long gaze, blinking slowly as if she was dispassionately studying a specimen in a petri dish. Her lush, dark lashes, augmented by sweeping false eyelashes, fluttered before she returned her active attention to Joseph. “Perhaps I might join him and his…submissive for a scene? I’m flexible. I was hoping for his attentions…like last time.” She glanced for a split second at Cassie. “He assured me he’d love to play with me again anytime.”

“No.” His stiff tone brooked no further discussion. By this point, a tall, darkly tanned man of Polynesian descent with black hair had joined their group. “Brandon would be happy to negotiate a scene with you, though, wouldn’t you, Brandon?”

Towering over Jillian with his black wavy hair slicked back and dressed in a black suit and tie, Brandon gave a small nod but otherwise showed no hint of his mood. He emanated power and intimidation in a manner similar to Joseph’s. The difference was that Cassie knew Joseph.

“But,” Jillian began, blinking up at the giant-like man who held out a hand to her, a half-smile finally quirking one side of his lips.

Joseph held up a hand to halt her speech. “Master Brandon is a well-respected Dominant and sadist within our community. Hector knows him. I think it best for you to scene with him rather than wait for Samson since his attention will be otherwise occupied tonight. Brandon may also desire to punish you for making non-verbal demands of a Dom who is already occupied.”

“Yes, Sir,” Jillian whispered, a smile flitting across her face as she rose in a fluid motion and placed her slim hand in Brandon’s large one. He guided her to a secluded seating area, where he directed her to kneel between his feet after he took a seat in the comfortable chair. Her head was bowed, but she glanced their way before casting her eyes down.

Had Jillian played with Samson in the past? It sounded as though she’d enjoyed whatever he’d done to her. Jillian had questioned Joseph, but she’d seemed at least marginally respectful in doing so, despite the fact she’d looked at Cassie as if she was a bug and had ignored Bunny completely. Bunny seemed relieved Jillian had departed.

What if Jillian was just the kind of well-versed submissive-masochist-
whatever
that Samson enjoyed most? Could Cassie ever hope to compete with that kind of smooth, calm composure? She couldn’t manage the same grace in kneeling and rising up without her knees crackling and possibly even giving way.

Joseph continued the tour of the club room, explaining the devices and contraptions involved, but her gaze continually returned to the cross Brandon had secured Jillian to after a few minutes of discussion. It was likely Samson had employed the same station on any number of occasions. Even to Cassie’s novice eyes, Brandon was obviously skilled with the whip he chose. If the blindfolded and gagged submissive’s moans and shuddering were any indicator, she enjoyed what he was doing to her.

Cassie trembled as she looked away. If Samson was a sadist, was that the type of reaction he was accustomed to and satisfied by? She could imagine feeling pleasure at submitting to his will, but his whip?

The tension of the workday eased from the muscles in Samson’s shoulders as he slipped through the main entrance of the club and nodded at the hostess and greeted friends who’d come in right before him. After changing from his work attire in the men’s locker room, he stepped out into the corridor, trying to decide if he was more nervous or excited. Either sensation was foreign to him while in Hazelle House, but tonight was important.