Chapter 8
8
I nside, a handful of comfortable chairs and a long, cushy sofa take up the foreground of the shadowy space, which overlooks the stage beyond. Currently, the room is devoid of guests, but muted emergency lights shining from the ceiling reveal the center of attention—a sleek bed with four chrome posts and matching restraints.
“Oh,” Shanna gasps out beside me.
I love that she’s shocked.
I’d bet this week’s take that she's envisioning herself on that stage, her pussy shoved full of my cock—and a rapt audience watching. I’d bet next week’s take that she’s incredibly aroused.
“Other members sit here”—I point to the nearby seating—“or look through the windows at the far end of the room and watch the scene.” I point. “From the clip you showed me, I suspect your blackmailer sat in the room, here.” I point to a small chair in the shadows, a mere three feet from the end of the bed. “He likely used a zoom lens to get the tight penetration shots. We’ll know for sure when we catch him.”
“Of course.” The warble in her voice sounds even more pronounced.
I smile to myself as I turn and point to a bare wall. “Through here is a doorway, accessible only from the security area. See, no knob on this side. We can position the cameras to watch this chair. Del can either monitor the room from the bank of cameras or from one of the other chairs in the corner.”
“If you have security cameras viewing this room, can’t you just review your existing footage and see if anyone held a video camera during the scene in question?”
I shake my head. “The cameras are focused on the action on stage. Our primary concern is the safety of the players. We make sure everything that happens on stage is consensual. If there’s even a hint that something isn’t, we stop the scene. But we don’t regularly monitor the audience. So, in order to catch your blackmailer, we’ll have to change the camera positioning for your scene. And I’ll protect you.”
“I didn’t agree to…perform, much less with you.”
Not yet, but she will. “Hmm.”
“Besides, won’t the blackmailer be able to spot Del if he’s in one of those chairs?” She gestures across the room.
“Come with me.” I offer my hand to her.
Shanna looks at it, then at me, eyes wide. Reluctantly, she places her fingers in mine. She’s shaking, and that chink in her armor is heady. I repress a smile.
At her touch, sparks dance across my palm and down my fingers. Dios , I can hardly wait to get my hands on this woman. To get inside her. To make her come apart for me.
For now, I lead her across the room, to a dark pair of padded armchairs. I gesture for Shanna to sit in one. I settle into the other beside her. She thinks we're trying the room out, looking for vantage points. I have other ideas…
“In this corner, the light is too dim for anyone in the audience to discern more than a shadow. Players cannot see back in this corner. So, it’s a good place for Del to hide, if you want him nearby.”
“It is dark,” she concedes. “But I still didn’t agree.”
She will.
A click and a whoosh later, the players’ stage door opens. I glance at my watch. Noon. Right on time.
Excellent.
In walks a big barrel of a man dressed in leather pants, a half mask—and nothing else. Tattoos form a colorful sleeve down his beefy arm. In his hand, he clutches a petite redhead’s fingers and guides her to the bed. She wears a flowing, floral skirt that ends at mid-thigh, a button-down blouse in a soft ivory, and a pair of pink high-heeled sandals. She looks as if she’s come from one of the office buildings down the street for her lunch hour.
“Are you wearing a bra, slut?” the man with her asks.
“No, Master.”
“Show me.”
Without pause, she unbuttons her blouse to reveal a flat stomach, fair skin, and pink nipples that stand straight out and beg for attention.
Shanna gasps. “Should we be watching their private…interaction?”
“They come here knowing that being watched is not only possible, but probable. It turns them on,” I whisper. “Shh. We can’t disrupt a scene once it’s begun unless it’s for safety reasons.”
“Good,” the Master in leather praises, petting one of her breasts in reward. “Are you wearing panties?”
“No, Master.”
“Show me.”
The small woman lifts her skirt to reveal slender thighs and a bare pussy. Beside me, Shanna’s breathing shallows. Even in shadow, it’s impossible to miss her flushed cheeks.
This is turning her on. I repress the urge to celebrate. I’m beginning to think this woman is made for me, and her reactions are just proving me right.
“Excellent.” The Master cups the woman's mound and fondles her unapologetically. “Who do you belong to?”
“You, Master.”
“Who decides what’s right for your body?”
“You, Master.”
“Always. Take off your skirt, lie back, and spread your legs.”
The woman complies without hesitation. Even at this distance, there's no missing a little silver bar passing through the hood of her clit between her spread legs.
“She’s pierced…there?” Shanna sounds shocked.
“He marked her, yes. Shh.”
“Pretty,” says the man in leather as he stares. “Has your piercing healed?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Does it arouse you when you walk?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Do you rub yourself and make yourself come?”
“No, Master. You didn’t give me permission.”
“That’s right. I didn’t.” He sounds satisfied by both his power and her obedience. “You’re wet, slut.”
“Yes, Master.”
“Do you need to be fucked?”
“Yes, Master. Please,” the redhead pleads.
The large man says nothing, merely walks around the big bed, pausing at each of the four corners to restrain his submissive with the built-in cuffs.
“As a reward for your obedience, you will be well fucked.” The Master snaps his fingers.
In walks another man. He’s younger, blond, almost scrawny, but since he’s completely naked, it’s obvious he’s very well hung.
“This is Micah. He will fuck you now. If you please him and obey me, you may suck my cock as a reward. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master.” Her smile is full of delight, as if she were a child on her way to Disneyland.
Shanna grips the arms of her chair and stares at the trio with wide eyes. “She’s going to let a complete stranger have sex with her because her Master said to?”
“Of course. He wants to watch her be fucked, and she has given him domain over her body. That is the relationship they negotiated. Shh.”
The blond man dons a condom over his thick cock and eases onto the bed.
“Micah,” the man barks. “Test my slave’s piercing first. With your tongue.”
The younger man flashes a wolfish smile. “With pleasure.”
“Do not come without my permission, slut.”
“Yes, Master,” the redhead pants as Micah fits his mouth over her pussy and takes his first swipe across her clit with a groan.
The woman bucks, thrusting her cunt up at the guy. He takes advantage of her arousal and fits his arms under her thighs. Then he grips her tight, forcing her wet folds against his hungry mouth as he lashes his tongue unmercifully against the little bar piercing the hood of her clit.
Satisfaction spreading across his face, the Master begins stroking his own pierced cock with the matching silver bar.
Beside me, Shanna nearly stops breathing. Her eyes flare wide. A discreet glance down proves her nipples are hard.
My smile widens.
Soon, the redhead flushes rosy in sensual distress, mewling and pleading for release.
“Stop,” her Master commands.
Micah lifts his head slowly, his lips wet and glossy. He smirks before he licks them clean.
The woman whimpers, still thrashing as if she’s trying to create enough friction to send her over.
“Hold still,” the bigger man demands.
With a whimper, she does her best to comply. But it’s clearly a delicious struggle.
“Better. Are you ready for Micah to fuck you, slut?”
“Yes, Master. Please, yes!”
“Good girl. When I give you permission, you may show me how pretty you are when you come on his cock.”
“Thank you, Mas?—”
The woman doesn't even finish her sentence before Micah thrusts ruthlessly inside her pussy. A gasp cuts off her words. A low, feminine groan follows as he withdraws and plows into her again. And again. Once more…
“Come,” her Master commands mere seconds later.
She cries out, twisting, then climaxes in a spectacular tensing of limbs and jolting of muscles. His entire body taut, Micah grits his teeth, clearly hanging onto his composure by a thread.
“Stunning, slut. Beautiful,” the big man praises as he unlaces his leather pants. “Micah will continue to fuck you while you suck my cock. You don’t have permission to come again until I do.”
“Yes…Master,” she agrees in a breathy, high gasp just before she turns her head and takes her Master’s cock onto her tongue.
Beside me, Shanna squirms in her seat. Around me, the scent of her arousal wafts. It’s fucking heady, and I’m hard as steel.
She might pretend to be scandalized by this threesome, but her body tells me exactly how much she’s excited by what’s happening. She likes watching. And I know from dancing with her that she aches to be watched. No doubt, fucking her in front of a faceless audience would overwhelm Shanna with need. And she can’t possibly hang onto her icy composure if I keep her balanced on the razor’s edge of orgasm.
Soon, the Master’s buttocks are clenching. He fists his slut’s red hair and thrusts deep in her mouth. Micah apparently got his urge to come under control and now pounds her like a man possessed, beads of sweat dripping down his temples. The woman’s skin warms to an even more delicious shade of aroused rose as she writhes between the two men, giving and receiving pleasure.
Soon, her Master tenses, shouts, then erupts into the woman’s mouth, his body jolting with ecstasy.
“Come!” he shouts at the others.
They do. Bucking and rocking and groaning loudly in unison.
Moments later, Micah withdraws from the woman’s well-fucked pussy and disposes of his condom.
The Master bestows a brotherly handshake on him. “Thank you.”
“Anytime. She’s one hell of a fuck,” Micah comments. “You’re lucky, man.”
The Master nods smugly, then Micah disappears through the door from which he’d emerged. When the Master turns his profile to the audience, he’s already hard again. Beside me, Shanna sucks in a breath as he removes his leather pants and struts around the stage naked so we—and everyone else—can see his monster cock.
Without a word to his woman, he releases her ankles and flips her onto her belly. As her arms cross above her head, he urges her to curl her knees under her body, then smacks her ass a half dozen times in harsh, regulated swats. The woman tenses, then groans like his blows are a supreme pleasure.
Abruptly, the Master stops and reaches for the table on the far side of the bed, returning moments later with a palmful of lube which he slides over his erection, then slathers more over the rosette bisecting his woman’s reddening ass.
He nestles his crest at her back opening and slowly penetrates her, holding her still while he reaches beneath her to fondle her clit. She writhes and moans under him, begging incoherently for more.
“Good girl. Watching you get fucked turns me on, but fucking you myself is heaven. You accept my cock wherever I put it, don’t you?”
“Yes! Master, yes!”
Shanna crosses her legs and squirms again. “Is he…having anal sex with her?”
I nod. “It’s another show of her submission to him.”
She draws in a sharp breath. Even in this light, it’s impossible to miss her nipples standing like diamond-hard tips under her shirt. Oh, another something on my long list of things to do to Shanna's sweet body once I have her consent. For now, I manage to repress my excitement—barely.
“Seen enough?”
“What?” Shanna tears her eyes from the couple reluctantly. “O-oh, yes. More than enough.”
Liar .
I stand and help her to her feet, then guide her back into the well-lit hallway. Flushed cheeks, rapid breaths, pulse beating at her neck… If she owns a vibrator, I’m sure it will get a strenuous workout this afternoon. It’s the first time I’ve ever been jealous of plastic and batteries. I would offer myself up for her use…but she’s too agitated and on edge now. If I push her too hard, too fast, she’ll run in the other direction. I can be patient and work the situation to my advantage.
“So, the scene…” I mention casually. “How does tomorrow night sound for catching a blackmailer? I will make sure the room is free then.”
“Wait. I haven’t made up my mind.”
“Whatever you think is best. Since you’re the one with an upcoming competition and a blackmailer with an ax to grind, this is your decision.”
She sighs in annoyance, clearly disliking the reminder that her options are limited. “All right. Tomorrow night.”
I repress my smile of triumph. “Be here by nine. What sort of scene should I set up? Something for you alone?”
Shanna pales before she musters her bravado and lifts her chin. “Maybe…you should participate, too. But don’t get the wrong idea.”
“Wrong idea?”
“This is strictly business. I need to find out who’s trying to sabotage me. You need to know who’s jeopardizing your club. This isn't the start of anything. This isn’t personal.”
If she thinks that, despite the fact I’ll be the one making her come, she’s sorely mistaken. “Of course not.”
“And I’m not sleeping with you.”
Who said anything about sleeping?
“Whatever you want, that is what we’ll do,” I assure her. “Nothing more.”
And absolutely nothing less .