Chapter 26 #3
Now, standing before her, clamps still quivering from Mateo’s touch, chest rising and falling in rapid rhythm, damp inner thighs spread, she feared she might regret having said no by the time the timer dinged.
Natalie crouched, had her lift each foot, and slid the straps of a vibrator up her legs, positioning it directly over her clit.
“We call this a butterfly,” she said in her husky tone. “It can be worn for hours, and most models come with a remote control. I enjoy taking a sub out while wearing one and making her sweat as we shop, stroll, dance—for as long as my mood lasts.”
She took her time checking the placement—with her fingers, and then her tongue.
When the vibe buzzed to life and Natalie’s head lifted, Emily couldn’t miss the open admiration and hunger in her eyes.
“The offer still stands,” Natalie murmured. “Who better to know how to make your body come alive—how to find every secret spot that makes you scream—than a domme? If you can put aside your inhibitions, choose me tonight.”
“I’m flattered, Mistress,” Emily said carefully, “but I’m not ready for that.”
Natalie rose slowly, towering and intimidating in her heels. She stepped close, her breath warm against Emily’s cheek. Her fingers sank into her hair, twisting it around her wrist.
Again with the hair!
“I think you are,” she accused, tugging Emily’s head back until their eyes met. “You’re just too afraid to admit it.”
Then, without warning, she opened her mouth and licked slowly up her throat.
“I can smell the desire dripping from your wet cunt, princess.”
Emily’s breath hitched. “The vibe and the clamps and being naked—not to mention this erotic game—are to blame, Mistress. I’m sorry.”
Natalie’s hand came down on her ass, delivering two sharp, stinging swats that made her flinch.
“I have a low tolerance for liars. Bend over, and I’ll show you how much.”
Ding.
Emily nearly sobbed with relief.
“Now, sub,” Natalie ordered.
“Our time is up, ma’am.”
“Not until I say it is. Do as I command, or my whip may have to come out to join the fun.”
“Yellow,” Emily gasped.
Natalie released her so fast, she staggered.
“Please, ma’am. I just want to finish the game.”
“Wrong,” Natalie snapped, green eyes flashing. “You’re playing one with me.”
“I swear I’m not, Mistress.”
“You might think you’re straight, but no woman drips for me the way you do without needing what I can give her.
Even if you like cock, you crave my dominance.
” She paused, a red-tipped finger tapping her lips.
“Maybe that’s it. Next time you play with Alec, have him call me.
I’ll top you both. With him there, we’ll open your eyes to what you’re missing. ”
Natalie’s head tilted slightly, as if listening to something only she could hear. Then she clicked her tongue. “Impatient tonight, aren’t we?”
Was that directed at her? Or someone else?
“I’m sorry, ma’am?”
The domme flicked her hand toward the exit. “Be on your way, girl. I’ll be around if you change your mind.”
With permission to go, Emily bolted, vibe buzzing on high, ass burning from matching handprints. She didn’t stop until she reached the next fork then stood there gulping air, trembling from the scene’s intensity.
If she hadn’t called yellow, how far would Natalie have gone?
Maybe red would’ve been safer. She’d never come close to needing it. Not with Alec.
Natalie was right about one thing: her pussy was drenched, her thighs slick with arousal. But Master Everett had started it, and Mateo had primed her further. Was she being honest with the domme—or lying to herself?
Maybe it was neither.
Maybe she was just turned on as hell by Devil’s Pointe’s highly skilled dominants. It was what Master Dev had promised, wasn’t it?
Still shaken, clamps tugging with every breath, Emily pressed on, hoping the final two stations would be easier, and less scary, than the last.
At the next fork, she chose the right path this time, more instinct than logic, and followed it to a clearing lit by a single lantern. A padded sawhorse stood in the center.
Master Marcus, the former NFL linebacker Deanna had pointed out, stood beside it.
Younger than Everett, less polished than Mateo, less intimidating than Natalie, his dark curls were tousled, his forearms bare, and his black shirt clung to a bulging, muscular frame. He looked strong enough to lift her above his head with one hand.
“Come here, lovely,” he said, voice low and warm.
She edged forward, uncertain. The sawhorse loomed between them.
“I think you know what to do,” he said, gesturing to the bench.
She climbed into position. Not an easy feat with the cuffs still locked behind her. Her breasts swayed, the chain dragged across the wide, top rail, clamps tugging as she bent forward. And the vibe buzzed mercilessly between her legs.
Master Marcus stepped behind her, kissed the nape of her neck, and ran his hands down her spine. “You’re beautiful like this,” he murmured. “Open, vulnerable, but not quite ready.”
When he parted her cheeks, she gasped and shot upright.
“Now, now,” he said mildly, urging her down again. “You’ve come to my station, which means you’re getting a plug. Unless you need to tell me something?”
Red hovered on her lips, mainly because she didn’t think she could take much more in addition to the clamps, the butterfly, and her hot tingling bottom, without coming.
“Nothing to say?” he prompted.
“No, sir.”
He chuckled. “I was told you were an adventurous one. Relax, now. This isn’t my first time.”
Cool lubricant touched sensitive skin. The tip of the plug glided over her before pressing carefully inward. She tensed, unable to help it.
“Breathe,” he urged. “Let me in.”
She did, consciously relaxing. Gradually, he eased the plug into place, pausing when she clenched, continuing when her body adjusted. The fullness was startling, but not painful.
He kissed her again, lower this time, just above the curve of her ass. “You take direction well,” he said. “I like that.”
Then he spanked her. Once. Twice. Firm, but not cruel.
Her body responded. But her mind drifted.
She thought of Alec. Of his hands, his voice, the way he looked at her as more than a body to command, and a game to play. Marcus was skilled. Gentle. Even sweet. But he didn’t know her and didn’t see her. Not really.
He kissed her shoulder, murmuring, “If you choose me later, I’ll show you what it means to surrender completely.”
Ding.
“Well, now. That was damn quick.” Marcus helped her up, steadying her as the clamps, vibe, and plug shifted all at once.
He kissed her once more—soft, lingering—and sent her on her way. No more swats, mercifully.
She walked slowly, legs wobbly, body overloaded, her mind spinning. She’d been touched, teased, filled, and praised. But none of it had reached the place Alec did with a single glance. At last, she was starting to understand what she really needed.
Emily staggered more than walked into the fifth clearing. In the center, adjusting a small, padded table, stood someone she hadn’t expected. Leland.
Her stomach flipped.
He wasn’t just a dom. He was Alec’s friend—and hers. She’d shared coffee with him, traded jokes—his mostly dirty—and more than one while he was on duty and she couldn’t sleep, shared late-night talks. Seeing him here, dressed all in black, focused and dominant, was disorienting.
Leland glanced up. “Emily. You made it.”
She croaked a bit like a frog when she said, “Hi.”
“Didn’t expect me, did you?”
“No. I mean, no, sir.”
He lips twitched in a hint of a smile. “I’m not here to freak you out. Just to introduce you to something new.”
She closed the distance between them. He was calm, composed, familiar, but the glowing purple wand in his hand made everything feel foreign.
“Climb up and lie back,” he said gently.
With her cuffs still locked behind her, nipples pinched, the vibe buzzing merrily away, and the plug seated deep, the movement was awkward at best—next to impossible once everything shifted. She was a live wire, and Leland’s crackling wand promised more.
“Will it hurt?” she asked.
“Not unless you want it to.”
“I don’t think I do.”
“We’ll start slow.”
He traced the wand over her thighs, close but not touching.
Static danced across her skin, a sharp, tingling buzz that made her muscles jump.
He moved to her belly then circled her breasts—carefully avoiding the clamps.
The sensation was erotic, but strange—an electric flutter that danced along her nerves and tightened her muscles in places no hands ever had.
Her body reacted instantly, even as her heart and mind remained impassive.
“You’re very responsive,” he said, watching her closely. “But you’re somewhere else.”
Her gaze met his—keen, understanding. He’d nailed it.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered.
“No need to be.” He turned off the wand and set it aside. “This isn’t about performance. It’s about discovery.”
He propped a hip on the edge of the table, resting one hand lightly on her thigh. “You’re trying to figure out if it’s the kink that moves you or the man.”
“It’s all very confusing,” she admitted.
“It can be, starting out,” he replied. “But here’s a hint. If you’re asking the question, it’s probably not the kink.”
She stared at him, stunned by the quiet truth of it.
“Alec’s a good dom, and a better man. You can trust him here.” He tapped her temple. “And here.” He did the same to her chest.
Ding.
“Time’s up.” He bent to kiss her—soft, brief, on the cheek. No dominance. No heat. Just care.
He helped her sit up, picking her up and setting her on the ground when she yelped at the plug and buzzing vibe.
“You’ve only got a short way to go. You did well, Em,” he said. “If you choose me, I’ll show you what the wand can really do.”
“I think you know who I’ll choose. Thank you, Leland.”
“Uh-uh. Remember your manners. Friend or not, I’m still a dom.”
“Sorry, sir.”
He gave her a final swat—gentle, almost symbolic—and propelled her toward the exit.
Emily walked away, mind clear, heart full, both overpowering her overstimulated body. She’d been kissed, touched, filled, spanked, and electrified. But none of it had reached her the way Alec did.
That was the difference.
He was the answer.