For the Sub

Chapter Two

Chapter Two

“Punish?”she echoed. “That’s not fair! You made me come, which makes you a fiend, Sir.”

“We’ll add disrespect to your list of transgressions, shall we?”

Drawing her eyebrows together, she protested, “But, Sir—”

“Along with arguing.”

“I…” She closed her mouth.

“Good choice.”

Had he ever seen anything more charming than a perplexed Brandy?

And he wasn’t finished with her yet. “Your pussy is bright red.”

“It feels as if it’s on fire, Sir. And that was from a single smack.” Her tone held a note of awe and appreciation.

“Did you like it?”

“Mmm.”

“I’ve heard that sound when women eat chocolate cake.”

“That, Sir, was better than cake. Even though I wasn’t supposed to come.”

He grinned. “Oh, I meant for that to happen, I promise you.”

For a moment she was silent, before adding, “Thank you, Sir.”

“You’ll still be punished, though.”

She sighed.

“First…” He knelt, then placed a hand on her rear to trap her in place. “Bring your pelvis forward and fuck my face. And you’d better do a good job, or you won’t be allowed another orgasm.”

Brandy was too well trained to question him or hesitate.

Still, because of her bondage, the order was a bit difficult to follow, which was fine with him.

Slowly, she moved her hips, and he soothed the path he’d blazed.

“Dear God, Master Niles…”

He enjoyed the pitch to her voice, as if her vocal cords were rubbed raw by arousal.

After coating a finger with her desire, he pressed it against her anal whorl.

As he worked himself inside her tightest opening, he sucked her clit into his mouth then released her to cover her pussy with long sweeps of his tongue.

Frantically, moaning, arching, she gyrated.

He ate her pussy, savoring her feminine taste, enjoying the urgency of her responses.

If she weren’t restrained, he had no doubt she’d dig her hands in his hair and hold his head prisoner.

As it was, she had to count on him to support her weight as she ground her heat against his mouth.

“Do me,” she whispered in desperate demand.

Fuck.

It had been so long since he’d been this alive, and right now, he’d do anything to please her.

She bent her knees to change the angle as much as possible and give him greater access. He slid his tongue into her dampness, and she whimpered.

“I can’t hold off, Sir!”

Driving her on, he tongue-fucked her cunt as he worked his finger in and out of her anus.

Sobbing, she continued to press her pelvis forward, while he relentlessly tormented her.

Her body suddenly went still. Then she moved again in short, desperate little motions as she fought off her orgasm.

“Sir… Sir!” She cried his name. “Please.”

Brandy raised herself onto her tiptoes, and the slight shift forced his tongue deeper.

“Master Niles!”

Knowing she was at her limit, he finally gave permission. “You may come.”

As she screamed, her juices flowed onto his tongue.

Her joy was pure, feeding a flame of desire inside him.

As her waves of pleasure subsided, she swayed back and forth.

Eventually, he withdrew his finger and his mouth.

“Thank you, Sir.” The words were expected, but the wonderment in them was not. “That was”—she forced a soft breath through her lips—“just sensational, Sir.”

Lust for her became a clawing need.

At one time, making subs shatter had ignited him, but in recent years, it had been nothing more than a job. Instead of being fully engaged, he’d held himself and his emotions at a distance. After all, his intent was to focus his critical and artistic eye on making the scene sizzle so that viewers downloaded the video.

With Brandy, though, their time together was for no other purpose than getting her off. Even though he had, he didn’t want to let her go. “I think that’s enough of an appetizer.”

“An…?” She blinked.

“Are you comfortable enough?”

“A little chilled. But yes. Thank you, Sir.”

After washing his hands, he returned to her.

How had he never appreciated just how gorgeous she was?

Her blonde hair was a cascading waterfall, and her womanly curves were designed to accommodate a man’s body.

Gently, he skimmed a forefinger across her cheekbone before moving in to cradle her body against his, offering his warmth.

After a few moments, she dropped her head forward onto his shoulder.

Pleased, he held her even tighter. “You’re an amazing sub.”

“You bring it out in me, Sir.”

He stroked her back, keeping her close until the tiny dots of perspiration dried, and her body temperature stabilized.

They stayed there, lost in each other, for long moments.

Though sounds of the Den reached them, cries, conversation, the crack of leather, it was as if nothing existed outside of their connection.

When she finally tipped her head back, he asked if she’d like to continue.

Instead of the usual, submissive response where she would defer to his decision, she whispered, “Yes, please.”

What the fuck would he have done if she’d refused?

“You’re okay?” he asked.

“Happy.”

In all his years of playing with subs, he’d never heard that response.

Satisfied, yet oddly reluctant to leave her, he crossed to the wall and raised the hook a little, stretching her body taut, keeping her in place and wide open for him. “Does anything hurt overly much?” he asked as he returned to check her bonds and positioning.

“Not at all. I’m fine, Sir. Thank you.”

He walked around her, assessing her from every angle. “You’re absolutely stunning, Brandy.”

Her nipples were erect, as if begging for his touch.

Unable to resist her feminine allure, he rolled the pink flesh between his thumbs and forefingers.

“Oh, Sir.” Her eyelashes fluttered as she eased her head to one side.

“Look at me, beautiful Brandy,” he instructed.

When she had, he went on, “As much as possible, I want you to focus on me. Talk to me, communicate with me.” He wanted her lost, but in him, in them.

“Of course, Sir. I’ll do my best.”

He had no doubt. “Any preference in floggers?”

“Thuddy, Sir, if that’s okay. Not stingy.”

“So I can beat you for a good, long time?”

She squirmed, and his cock instantly hardened. “Yes, please, Sir.”

“It will be my pleasure.”

Her eyes were wide, and he read expectancy in the deep blue depths.

He and Brandy were more alike than he might have thought. What they had shared so far had merely whetted her appetite, as it had his.

And now he intended to bring her to the heights of ultimate pleasure…

More.

Because she hadn’t had a pleasure scene in years, Brandy was physically and emotionally turned on.

Even though he’d already been generous with his attentions and giving her orgasms, she wasn’t satiated.

Rather, it was as if he’d awakened her from a long sleep, and she was ravenous.

Master Niles had said he had no script, but her body had reacted to him as if they’d done this a dozen times in the past.

It wasn’t just the way he touched her, it was the urgency in his voice and his see-all expression.

On the hook, he’d pulled her tight, leaving little room to move.

Now, she was arched toward him, stretched like a bow, seeking his attention, ready for him.

Earlier this evening, she’d opened the door for his arrival at the Den.

Brandy hadn’t been prepared for her reaction to him.

All at once, she’d inhaled his scent, that of power and prestige.

When their gazes met, she’d thought his hazel eyes appeared haunted…by anguish and loss.

Shaking her head, she’d scolded herself for being fanciful.

For the past two years, she’d forced herself to toughen up.

Tonight, she hadn’t been able to shove aside the indelible image of the pain etched in his expression. It had tapped the nurturing instinct that life had taught her to quell, pitting her need for self-preservation against the urge to trail her fingertips across his furrowed brow.

Trying to ignore him, she’d performed her duties, greeting guests, fetching drinks and accepting jackets.

But she’d been unable to banish thoughts of him, and she recalled the way he’d so competently handled the situation on Ladies’ Night.

There’d been no drama as he’d stalked over, grabbed the man who was starting to get rough with her, and escorted him outside. No one had seen what had happened next, but the overenthusiastic newbie Dom had not returned for a second serving of whatever Master Niles had dished out.

Master Damien, Gregorio, or a House Monitor would have stepped in to protect her the moment they realized something was wrong. Fortunately for her, Master Niles had arrived first.

She knew she owed him nothing, but thanking him had seemed polite and an excellent way to open a conversation.

Until tonight, she hadn’t considered sceneing with him. Of course, she would have been delighted to if he had ever requested her services. But to her knowledge, he hadn’t participated in any scenes since his wife had passed.

Brandy had known the beautiful and elegant Eleanor. In addition to being a dutiful sub, she’d enjoyed a prestigious law career.

Still, Brandy was glad she’d gathered the courage to approach him.

Even at the Den, there was a hierarchy amongst Doms.

Master Damien owned the estate and commanded respect as a result. Because of the way he behaved, she had no doubt he was granted that same attention anywhere he went.

Next on the list were long-time Doms who had earned Master Damien’s regard. He invited some of those to serve as House Monitors.

Tonight, as he did on occasion, he hosted an invitation-only party for long-time members and friends.

Master Niles owned and ran a production company. Of course she’d heard that he was a skilled handler and kept things professional. Also according to the scene rumor mill, he didn’t have sex with any of the actresses, even if they offered.

Now that she’d been with him, she didn’t blame them for trying.

His actions, lack of hesitation, no-nonsense tone, and oozing confidence had already exceeded her expectations.

Now, feeling greedy, she licked her lower lip as he crossed to the wall and selected a flogger. The purple leather strands were wide, and she knew she’d feel its impact like a caress.

“Do you like to have your breasts whipped?” he asked when he turned toward her.

“Yes, Sir,” she answered.

Master Niles stood there with a flogger in hand. His white shirtsleeves were turned back, and he wore tailored trousers and stylish wingtip shoes.

With his dark brown hair clipped in precise lines and the stern expression on his face, he was over six feet of pure dominant deliciousness.

Although he’d already given her two orgasms, her pussy throbbed with anticipation. Many times, Doms wanted her to play a role. She might be a maid who’d forgotten to polish a piece of silver, or a schoolgirl who hadn’t done her homework. Because she never knew what to expect, she had a locker at the Den, stuffed with different outfits and shoes.

She had a lot of duties—the uppermost was ensuring guests enjoyed themselves. Doms occasionally asked her to show their subs how to do certain tasks, and sometimes they just wanted to be served.

Mostly, she liked being here. As with any job, there were days that were long or boring, times exhaustion claimed her, and she wanted nothing more than to go home to the comforting craziness that greeted her.

This evening, boredom was the last thing on her mind.

Master Niles was different than many Doms.

So far, he’d concentrated all of his laser-like attentions on her, giving her what she wanted, perhaps because she’d been the one to suggest they scene.

With a flick of his wrist, he shook out the throngs, and Brandy held her breath.

Slowly, footsteps echoing, making her writhe in anticipation, he walked around her, re-checking the restraints, running his fingers across her shoulders to ensure nothing was hyperextended.

She momentarily closed her eyes, forcing herself to breathe instead of demanding he get on with it.

Then, stunning her, he wrapped his arms around her, imprisoning her, one strong arm across her chest, the palm of his other hand pressing against her lower belly. The whip hung from one of his fingertips, the strands lying against her thigh. With the way she was tied and now held, she couldn’t move.

Her senses swam as he lowered a hand to cup her left breast.

Oh, God.His touch was masterful, and she surrendered to it…to him.

He rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, his touch exquisite and light.

When he came closer, his massive erection bumped against her.

Master Niles was as turned on as she was… Such a powerful realization.

As he increased the pressure, he moved his other hand lower to cup her mound.

“You’re so wet, beautiful Brandy,” he said.

She closed her eyes so she could let herself go. “Yes, Sir.”

“Tell me what you want.”

“Rub my clit, Sir. Let me come.”

“I might prefer that you don’t orgasm so I can keep you on edge.”

“Of course, Sir.” She took in two breaths, then forced out a single one quickly, a trick she’d learned years ago at a class for new subs. The action gave her a moment to sort through her thoughts and allowed her to think instead of simply reacting. “Whatever pleases you, Master Niles.”

Against her ear, he laughed. “You’re a terrible liar.”

“Sir?” She opened her eyes and didn’t blink as she stared at his stunningly handsome face.

His full lips had curled in a devilish smile.

“Your leg muscles tensed. If you were a poker player, I’d call that a tell. What just came out of your mouth is in conflict with what you want.”

She hadn’t realized she’d tightened up.

In less than half an hour together, this man knew her reactions better than she did.

“Relax,” he urged. “I’ll let you know what I expect.”

He moved two fingers between her labia, her dampness serving as the lubrication for him to glide across her most tender flesh.

Because his touch was so compelling, she had no choice but to do as he said. As much as possible in the strict bondage, she surrendered to him, leaning back. “This is so sexy, Sir,” she whispered. “Thank you.”

At first, he used the gentlest of motions.

As she became wetter, he began to rub her clit and press into her.

She moaned, urging him on.

For a few moments, he indulged her, continuing to manipulate her nipple while stroking her pussy.

Then arousal unfurled, and she pressed her toes into the ground.

The moment she began to moan, he dropped his hands and took a step back.

“Perfect,” he said.

You’re stopping?

Her body vibrated from the tension crawling through her.

She’d seen some of his videos. He was an expert in dragging multiple orgasms from his actresses. There was no faking the way he left them devastated, sweating, and panting.

So why have you denied me?

“Your body will be even more responsive to the flogger.”

Had he read her mind? “That’s not possible, Sir.”

“It is,” he promised her.

He came around to stand in front of her again, and he pressed his damp finger to her lips.

Dutifully, she opened her mouth.

“Stick out your tongue.”

When she did, he held up his finger, and she licked her essence from him.

He caught her gaze and kept it locked on his.

Earlier, he’d been teasing, but now his hazel eyes were darkened by intensity. She sensed—knew—he was thinking of nothing but her.

After compelling her to suck for a few seconds, he pulled back his finger, then he gathered her hair and arranged the locks so they hung down her back.

A shadow of movement caught her attention, and she glanced toward the distraction. “We have company, Sir.”

Gregorio opened the door and stepped inside. “Everything all right here?”

Both men looked to her for the answer.

She appreciated that Master Niles hadn’t spoken on her behalf. It indicated a level of respect that not all Doms showed. “Thank you,” she responded to Gregorio. “Everything is fine.”

He folded his arms across his massive chest, and his diamond earring winked. “Mind if I watch?”

“Yes,” Master Niles responded. “I want Brandy all to myself. Out, unless the lady says otherwise.”

“I don’t,” Brandy said, looking at her temporary Dom.

Gregorio grinned. “Worth a try.”

“Waste of breath,” Master Niles corrected.

Once they were alone again, she wondered if they’d lost their momentum, but Master Niles ran his finger down her cheekbone, immediately reestablishing their connection.

“Keep your head tipped back so I don’t catch your face with the flogger.”

Following that direction was easy when he laid the strands on her right shoulder, and the leather lay sensually on her flesh. Each throng was also capable of delivering a brutal bite. That contrast—like so many other things in the BDSM realm—made her shudder.

Slowly, he drew the flogger down her body, making her already-inflamed nerve endings tingle. He repeated the process from the left side, leaving behind a trail of desire. “Nice,” she murmured.

After taking a step back, he began to tantalize her with slow, measured flicks, caressing her belly, her breasts, and her pelvis with the thick strands.

He was masterful, and she allowed her body to go as slack as possible.

“Are you enjoying this, pretty sub?”

“Yes, Sir. Very much.”

Almost without her noticing, he increased the intensity of his strokes, and they became harder and faster as he made a figure-eight motion with the handle.

Brandy moaned.

She’d applied for a position at the Den because she loved to serve and genuinely enjoyed sensual stimulation. Though she wasn’t a masochist, the tactile sensation of leather, rattan, and even a wooden paddle against her skin turned her on.

As he’d instructed, she tipped her head so her torso was exposed to him. Then she bent her knees a bit, letting the hook above her take more of her weight.

On and on he went, continuing to flog her, catching her nipples with the blazing ends of the strands. “Yes…”

“Are you still with me?”

“I am, Sir,” she whispered. “I like this.” Still, despite the luxurious flogging, she wouldn’t allow herself to let go enough to reach subspace.

Even though Master Damien and Gregorio saw to everyone’s safety, she didn’t trust anyone enough to drop her emotional defenses, retreat inside her own mind, and drift into absolute nothingness.

As she closed her eyes, he worked her, crisscrossing her body, landing each stroke with masterful precision.

“Now your pussy,” he said, voice crooning and tender.

“Oh, yes, please.”

He moved to the side for a different angle, then he licked her most tender place with the leather.

He didn’t need to tell her to relax. Instead, he coaxed her into it.

As he had earlier, he wielded the implement with the gentlest of touches.

Within minutes, though, she was drenched in perspiration and whimpering from the heady combination of pleasure and pain.

She was aware of him saying something, but she didn’t respond, content to enjoy the ever-increasing torment.

As soon as she arched toward him, he changed up his tempo.

He whipped her breasts, snapping at her nipples, and viciously licking her cunt.

She’d become wet from the deliciousness of the pain, and she wanted it to continue. “Sir, Sir…” she pleaded, unsure what she was asking for.

“Pretty, pretty sub.”

Suddenly the whip clattered to the floor, and he cupped her mons with his right hand.

“Will you bring me off, Sir?”

“Would you like that?”

She was so on edge from the eroticism of the flogging and the way he’d left her unfulfilled a while ago, that she was at the end of her ability to hold back. “Please, Sir. I beg you.”

“It would be my absolute pleasure,” he murmured, pressing his thumb against her clit and fucking her with three fingers.

“Damn, damn, damn.”His thrusts were relentless, his touch commanding, making her whimper.

“Ride me,” he commanded.

Desperate, eager, she followed his instructions.

He fisted her hair.

The way he immobilized her, combined with the tiny bite of pain, fractured her control.

Screaming, she climaxed.

“That’s it. My beautiful, beautiful Brandy.”

She was lost in him, in that moment, and it took seemingly forever to recover.

When she reoriented, he was cradling her spent body, and his face was mere inches from hers. Though he wasn’t smiling, he nodded in apparent satisfaction.

“My heavens, Sir.”

Gently, ever so gently, he brushed her lips with his, reigniting her hunger. “Will you fuck me, Sir?” Her voice was hoarse with the desperation of her plea.