Little Rainbows (16 page)

Running into Karl surprised him. His manager usually avoided demonstrations unless he expected trouble.

“Everything okay, Karl?”

“Yes.”

The man looked flustered, which was as rare as his presence here.

“I thought I’d better acquaint myself with everything connected to the party. I don’t like surprises.”

Jason shrugged. It didn’t make sense. He had people to monitor the dungeon. But his manager was conscientious. He had neither the time nor the inclination to explore this puzzle right now.

The room filled with spectators, Roger and Leo’s reputation always guaranteed a good audience. When he found a spot where both of them would have an uninterrupted view of the show, he placed Heather in front of him and pulled her close. The last time he’d only been able to keep his hands on her hips. This time he wrapped his arms around her and placed his chin on her head.

“He’s beautiful, Jason.”

He looked at the young man who’d caught Heather’s attention. Blond curls surrounded his face. The twenty-four year old exuded sex with his lithe but well-defined body.

“His name is Leo. He and Amber are the youngsters here.”

He smiled. Despite their youth, they were among the most popular of his employees.

He returned his attention to the center area. Leo had been blindfolded and tied up. Chains attached to the cuffs around his wrists stretched his arms above his head. With his feet secured to the floor, the young sub was the personification of helplessness, and yet nothing in his stance betrayed insecurity or fear while his semi-erect cock indicated his anticipation.

When the crowd turned silent Leo’s body tensed.

“That’s Roger.”

Jason whispered in Heather’s ear, trying not to break the total quiet surrounding them. He felt the slight tensing in Heather’s body as she watched the black-clad Dom who soundlessly made his way toward the sub waiting for him. For a moment Jason worried. Heather’s heavier breathing reassured him. Her tension wasn’t the result of fear but a reaction to the sexual atmosphere around her.

“God, he’s gorgeous too.”

Heather’s voice was breathless. He couldn’t disagree with her. Dominance radiated from Roger as he approached his sub. Not much taller than Leo, Roger’s body betrayed his fondness for exercise and bodybuilding. Well-defined muscles rippled beneath his clothes, leaving a powerful impression. Jason’s gaze shifted from Leo, who appeared to be listening for sounds that would betray the Dom’s location, to Roger, who’d stopped walking a short distance behind the sub while caressing the paddle in his hand.

As Roger lifted his arm, the crowd collectively held its breath. Leo, sensing the change in atmosphere tensed his body. In the resulting dead quiet, the sound of the paddle connecting with naked flesh filled the room. He heard Heather’s soft moan, felt her body press back into his, at that first contact. Jason’s reaction was instant. Heat rushed his body, his cock twitched and hardened, his balls felt heavier.

Every single stroke of Roger’s paddle elicited a reaction in Heather, as it did in Leo. While the sub in the middle of the room allowed his reaction to be loud and Heather’s groans were soft, the similarities between their reactions were undeniable. Both of them thrived on the pain, even if Leo experienced it and Heather had to content herself with watching and maybe imagining.

“You like that?”

“Yes.” Her answer was soft and breathless.

“To watch or to experience?” He didn’t know why he asked the question. Taking a paddle or any other implement to Heather was out of the question.

“Both.”

Even in the dim light he could see the blush creeping up her cheeks. He brought one hand down and squeezed her arse.

“You like having your backside reddened, do you? You enjoy having somebody’s marks on you?”

“I do.” Her inability to string together longer answers, as if she needed all her concentration to observe the scene in front of her, increased his own excitement.

Leo’s cock had long since evolved from semi to full on. Hard, pointing up and straining, with pre-cum glistening in the stage lighting, it betrayed Leo’s need to its fullest extent. The man’s moans and the pleading sound in his voice underlined Leo’s ecstasy. The young sub twisted his body away from and straight into the paddle as it continued to assault his bright red arse.

“You like this, sub?”

Roger’s hand was in Leo’s curls, pulling his head back, lengthening his beautiful throat. The Dom moved his head toward the elongated neck and he bared his teeth before biting. Leo’s scream was filled with pain and heat. Heather’s groan in response shot straight to Jason’s crotch.

As if they had a mind of their own, Jason’s hands pulled up the skirt of Heather’s dress. How he loved these tiny knickers. He stroked his hand over the soft skin of her arse and pinched. She tensed and immediately relaxed, pushing her backside into his hand. “Yes.”

He had to force himself to keep his attention on Roger and Leo. Heather’s arse in his hand, the way she responded to his squeezing and stroking mesmerized him. Roger stroking Leo’s cock with his hand while ordering the sub not to come only added fuel to the fire raging inside Jason. Heather’s movements against him seemed to suggest the scene affected her the same way it did him. He smiled, and brought his mouth to her neck, nipping her skin with his teeth in a softer imitation of Roger’s earlier action.

When Roger picked up a lubricated butt-plug and started pushing it into Leo’s arse, Heather groaned loud enough to attract the attention of the people standing closest to them. Jason’s body relaxed as it let go of the last remnants of tension he hadn’t been aware of holding. She really enjoyed this. There were no signs of distress, only heat and need.

God, the heat.
It rushed through his body. He loved this display and couldn’t wait for it to be over. He needed to get her to his room, naked. To explore her body, to find out what she wanted, needed, how she would react to everything he could do to her. His mind overflowed with images of Heather tied to his bed, raising her arse to welcome his flogger, moaning as he slipped a finger into her arse.

With a silent curse he stopped himself. He wouldn’t allow his thoughts to go beyond sleeping with Heather. He couldn’t be trusted to dominate her. He’d lost his touch. He wasn’t going to take the risk.

He moved his hand from her arse cheek to the split in the middle and pressed. Her reaction to the light pressure was immediate. A moan and a slight push back against his finger.

“What do you want, Heather? Tell me.” The tone in his voice shocked him.

“You. Everything.”

His shock lessened as he reveled in her incoherence. “Watch. We’re nearing the end.”

Roger’s hand continued to stroke Leo’s cock as he used his other hand to play with the plug. The sub squirmed and groaned, moving his mouth in an effort to get out the words he couldn’t formulate. Jason watched as the Dom whispered in Leo’s ear. The sub’s moans went straight to Jason’s own cock. He couldn’t hear the words, but Leo’s need shone bright. Heather’s whimpers as she watched the sub’s exquisite suffering were a delight.

The Dom raised his voice. “Ten strokes, Leo. You’re going to count them for me. When you reach ten, you’ll come. No sooner and no later. And if you miss one, you won’t come at all. Understand?”

“Yes, please, God. Yes, I understand. Please.”

Heather’s body shook against his, her head resting against his chest and the tip of her tongue visible through her parted lips. Jason drank in the sound of her panting.

“Watch.” He leaned forward and whispered in her ear. “Leo’s so beautiful when he comes.”

He lifted his own gaze back to the scene. Roger matched the movements of his hands, assaulting the sub’s arse in the same rhythm as his cock. Leo squirmed, trying to move toward the friction. His groans grew louder and louder as he counted down the numbers. “Ten. Nine. Eight. Seven— I can’t. Too much. Please…” Leo’s shouts sounded desperate.

“Six. Five. Four. Three. Oh God. Two.”

The tension in the room was palpable. The whole audience held their collective breath as Roger stopped his hands for just one second before plunging the plug back into Leo with force. “One!” The sub went rigid as his cock jumped and started pumping. “Yes…oh yes.” He wasn’t shouting anymore, his voice barely a whisper yet perfectly audible. When he came down from his high and dropped his head, Roger’s arms came around the young man and he held him as assistants hurried to release him from his bonds.

Jason’s attention flew back to Heather. For a moment he’d been distracted, too caught up in the spectacle. Now he was fully aware of the woman again. She’d all but collapsed against him, panting. He turned her around and looked into her glazed eyes.

“That’s how I want to make you feel.”

“Yes.” Her answer was soft and breathless and completely heartfelt.

Chapter Fifteen

“Strip.”

The voice coming from behind took her by surprise. For a moment Heather had no idea where she was or how she’d gotten there. She remembered the men, the beautiful young sub, his orgasm. Her vagina spasmed.

“Heather. Strip for me.”

She moved her hands to the top button on the front of her dress, opened it with trembling fingers. She thought back to the moment when she’d more or less collapsed against Jason.

Jason
. The voice was his and he was behind her, waiting while she undressed. She tried to make her clumsy fingers go faster, the need to do as he said overwhelming her. The buttons were too tiny, the holes too small. She’d worn the wrong dress. She sighed with relief when the dress was loose enough to slip over her hips to the bedroom floor.

“Pick it up and fold it away.”

“Yes.” She wanted to turn around and look at him but knew better. Bending forward, she reached for the dress. She could picture what Jason saw right now. Her legs would appear longer than they were in her heels, her muscles were straining and her arse pushed out in his direction.

“Beautiful.” He tried to disguise it, but she could hear the excitement in his voice, could feel it enhance her own. “Now your bra. No, don’t turn around.”

With shaking hands, she released the hooks. Freeing her breasts was both torture and a delight. They were heavy and heated. Her already hard nipples contracted further as air brushed over them. A soft moan escaped her lips.

“Like that, my girl?”

His voice had a teasing note, but she heard something else as well. She had to be wrong. There wouldn’t be any insecurity in his voice, surely not.

“I want you to touch yourself and tell me how wet you are.”

The movement was automatic. Her hand touched her panties and investigated the dampness.

“Tell me, Heather.”

“I’m wet through. I’m so hot and sensitive and…”

“Take them off.”

She knew exactly what he wanted and obliged. Hands on her hips, she gripped the slim piece of material and pushed them down, shimmying as she went. She listened for his reactions and a flash of triumph ran through her when she heard his hard intake of breathe. Sure in the knowledge he couldn’t see her face, she smiled as she made sure her arse was up in the air when she stepped out of her panties.

“You realize I can see both sides of you, don’t you girl?”

“What?”

She glanced up and for the first time noticed the full-length mirror in front of her. She stared at herself. Naked except for her hold-up stockings and her heels she looked… She couldn’t deny it. She did look sexy. She looked exactly as she felt—ready, hungry, needy, open.

Shifting her eyes, she glanced at the man behind her. Fully clothed, with his hands behind his back and a closed expression on his face, he looked exactly like the Dom she’d imagined he would be. The Dom he hadn’t allowed her to see yet. The thought was enough for her to lower her gaze again.

“That’s it. Keep them down.” Jason’s voice sounded breathless. “I want you to walk to that chair and put your hands on the armrest.”

Her movements felt lazy. Slowly, as if her limbs were too heavy, she moved to the chair. She placed her hands as directed and automatically spread her legs to take the strain off the muscles in her thighs.

“God, woman, you’re beautiful.” Heather loved hearing the appreciation in Jason’s voice. How wonderful to be admired again. She’d forgotten how much she loved being looked at. She thrived on people enjoying the sight of her body. And how much better when the man looking at her couldn’t quite disguise the heat in his voice.

Heather heard movement behind her, felt his presence close to her needy body. She wanted to look up, catch his image in the mirror, but stopped herself. She took a deep breath and waited. She was in a good place. She was safe. This was who she was. She’d found herself again. Tonight she might lose herself, float away for the first time in two years.

His hand on her arse was soft as he stroked her. “So soft yet so firm. You’re body drives me crazy.”

His voice. It traveled through her body. From her ears to her nipples and down, teasing her belly, settling in her vagina. She needed something, anything. “Jason. Please.”

“That’s it. Beg for it.” His hand continued stroking her arse. Moving from side to side, his fingers slipped into her crack, touched her tiny hole and moved on again.

“Did you like that, Heather? Did you enjoy seeing the plug entering Leo? Did you imagine it planted inside your own arse?”

“Yes.” She wanted to say more. Beg him to give her more. She needed to be claimed and couldn’t find the words.

“No toys tonight.” His voice took on a teasing tone. “All you’re getting is my hands, my cock, my tongue, my body. Think it will be enough?”

His hands, cock, tongue, body.
The words sang through her head. God yes it would be enough. It might be too much. She wanted it.

“Answer me. Think I will be enough?”

“Yes…Jason.”

She’d almost slipped in the word ‘Sir’ and wasn’t sure what had stopped her. Something deep inside her warned her not to go there.

“You’re enough, Jason. I want you. Please, just please.”