Chapter 42
CHAPTER 42
NORTH CAROLINA
A dria watched as Bryson looked between her, the ball gag, and Regan. A war raging behind his eyes.
“Pet, what is it I need to hear right now?” She put an edge to her voice. He had asked for this.
In the first few weeks, she thought their commitment to being trained was some misguided debt repayment. But as time went on, she started to see the truth. Kaydon and Seth might be whole-heartedly onboard, but Bryson was still playing a game.
He was a masochist, not a submissive. No matter how long he pretended, no matter how many times he went through the motions, she saw him.
Seeing clarity return to his face, Adria watched as his shoulders sagged under the weight of it.
“You’re the boss.”
The words struck her like a live wire.
For a fleeting second, she almost faltered. Almost .
Instead, she masked her surprise, keeping her movements controlled as she turned him. He didn’t resist, giving her plenty of room to fasten the ball gag.
The red silicone pressing against his lips, and she guided it into place, her fingers brushing against his jaw, his pulse hammering beneath her touch.
He held still. He let her.
Tugging the strap, she secured it tight.
Adria tested the placement, knowing that soon, Bryson would be a drooling, pathetic mess—and he knew it.
The look in his eyes nearly shattered her resolve.
A flicker of hurt.
A glimmer of something deep, unspoken.
But she couldn’t stop now.
Her palm met his cheek in a sharp, ringing slap.
Once.
Twice.
By the third, the sadness had burned away, leaving only fire.
There he was.
His nostrils flared, his jaw tightening against the gag. Anger, defiance—arousal.
This was where she needed him.
Adria ran her fingers through Natalia’s hair, nails grazing the delicate skin at her nape. Natalia sighed, tilting into her touch, soft and pliant.
The contrast between them was stark.
One, a trembling, obedient offering.
The other, a caged beast, barely leashed.
The truth was, Bryson had far exceeded her expectations.
The way he handled Natalia was ungodly hot.
No one had the right to be that intuitive.
Bryson barely knew her, but he had read her like a book, played her like a finely tuned instrument.
And Adria had barely held herself together watching.
She forced herself to refocus.
Loretta assured her that Regan could rival Bryson’s performance .
She could only hope she was right.
“Number three, go kneel next to Regan. Follow him wherever he goes. Maybe you can learn something about getting our sweet little submissive to come.”
Bryson stood still for a moment, letting the order hang in the air between them.
“Every moment you refuse to submit to me will be ten minutes that I give Regan to punish you.”
That did it. Bryson knelt down and crawled to Regan’s side. Regan took a walk around the room, his new pup in tow. Adria held her breath, willing Bryson to submit to the process. Regan grabbed a pair of cuffs and a medium-sized riding crop.
“Daliah, please join me,” Regan said.
The small brunette stood, walking to Regan’s side.
Regan gave her a Cheshire cat grin and said, “If it’ll please my Mistress, I would like to give both girls an orgasm?”
She bristled a little at the term my Mistress, but let it go for the purpose of the scene. “If you can, stallion, I’d like to see that.”
Regan easily brought each girl to the brink. It was clear he was deft with his hands. But Adria could see that Natalia was on a much smaller roller coaster than when she was with Bryson.
It was still a ride, but it wasn’t the big one. Just as Natalia was about to go over the edge, Regan stopped the invasion of her entrance, and gave her several sharp cracks with the crop, expertly hitting her clit with each strike.
She bucked under him.
Regan said, “Number two, hold her, this one is clearly having a difficult time following orders.”
Regan’s voice was stern, and Adria watched the girl wither under his chastisement.
Kaydon jumped, eager to engage in the scene. Moving to Natalia, he grabbed both hands, pinning them down above her head.
“Seems a little easy for number two, don’t you think, Mistress? Number one, pleasure number two, try to distract him,” Regan said.
Adria watched as Seth approached more cautiously.
“Number two, if you come or are unable to hold her, you will be punished. Number one, if you are unable to make number two come you will be punished. Tell me you understand,” Regan demanded.
“I understand.” Seth’s voice was clear under the table, his hands already wrapping around Kaydon.
Kaydon was a little slower, but eventually bit out, “I understand.”
“Good.”
Adria watched Bryson fume at Regan’s heels. Dribbles of drool fell off his face and onto his chest before pooling on the floor below.
She gave Regan a nod of approval. As she hadn’t expected him to control the group so easily.
Adria checked her watch. He still had five more minutes.
Regan’s hand slapped onto Natalia’s inner thigh. She held still for as long as she could under his physical assault, but when he slapped her pussy and clit she thrashed under Kaydon’s arms. Kaydon’s face was flushed and his breathing shallow. His hands closed tighter over the woman’s wrists, his lips pressing into a tight line as he tried not to come from Seth’s expert mouth.
“I wanna hear you, Natalia, be loud and move as much as you want. You want to be a good girl and earn that orgasm, don’t you?” Regan said.
It was the magic words, and wet slaps filling the space were mixed with her screams as she violently writhed on the table in what seemed to be all her strength .
Sweat beaded around Kaydon’s arms as he struggled to hold on to her slick body. Daliah was not overlooked either. She didn’t like the pain as much as Natalia, and Regan opted for a sensual tease.
Touching her everywhere except her clit and nipples. Soon she was panting and shaking under him. Silently begging for release, her pelvis humped the air every time he came near.
“May I use all tools available to make them come, Mistress?” Regan asked.
Adria didn’t trust herself to speak and instead nodded.
Leaning down, Regan whispered something into Bryson’s ear. Bryson shook his head, but Regan continued to talk quietly to him. Bryson glanced at her, his eyes calculating.
If he was looking to see how far she would take this, she hoped he saw she would take it as far as she needed to.
Regan moved from Bryson and ran his tongue along Daliah’s nipples, biting at the tender flesh until she cried out. Moving on to Natalia, Regan licked her pussy, and she whimpered into the room. Moving back, he hit Natalia’s core hard with the crop, not once but twice. She bucked hard, clearly surprised, crying out and breaking Kaydon’s hold.
“Fuck,” Kaydon grunted, and Adria could tell that he had lost control and orgasmed into Seth’s mouth.
“You’re gonna fucking pay for that, Seth,” Kaydon growled, re-upping his grip on the girl.
Then two things happened simultaneously.
Regan grabbed Bryson’s hair and pulled his head forward, pressing his face into Natalia, and he himself shoved three fingers into Daliah. Bryson moved furiously up and down and side to side with his ball gag, smashing his face into her .
Both Daliah’s and Natalia’s screams filled the room for no less than a minute until the room fell into a strange silence.
Relief, ecstasy, and pleasure radiated all around, but there was also a heaviness that Adria knew well.
Punishments had been promised for infractions, and Adria waited to see how Regan would follow through.