“I can’t—”
“You will, or your Master will whip your ass.”
She bucked her hips, trying to escape the vibrator Sully kept pressed against her clit. “Hold it,” he ordered.
Clarisse instinctively pressed closer to Mac, unable to sort through the emotions and desires rolling through her.
“Please, Sir! Please let me come!” Doreen’s begging fell on deaf ears as Sully continued to torment her.
Finally, he said, “All right, come now!”
Doreen screamed, sobbed as her back rounded and an explosive climax ripped through her. Sully didn’t relent, keeping the vibrator pressed against her. “Again, come now!”
She screamed again, sobbing and wriggling, trying to get away from the devious device, but Sully and Alex weren’t through with her yet. Alex helped hold her down as Sully pulled the vibrator away and replaced it with his other hand. “Come again, now!”
Her screams dissolved into ragged sobs as he made her come four more times in quick succession before he stopped. When she limply collapsed onto the bench, Sully left the room. Alex stepped in and took over, draped his arm across her back and whispered to her.
Clarisse, her brain swirling, realized she was stiffly standing against Mac.
Mac gently shook her. “Fry your brain?”
“Did she really come that many times?”
Mac laughed. “Oh, yeah. She loves to play like this, especially with her job. Gives her a way to release her stress.”
“Why? What does she do?”
“She’s a criminal prosecutor with the circuit court. Alex is a family law attorney.”
Clarisse tried to absorb that information. “Where’d Sully go?” She felt like she could barely talk.
“Washing his hands, probably.”
Ew.
Okay, that finished her off. She disengaged herself from Mac, mumbled an apology, and returned to her room. She shut and locked the door behind her.
What the fuck?
She turned on her TV and, for good measure, used the MP3 player and headphones. She couldn’t focus on anything but the sights and sounds of the evening.
Mac.
The way Sully made Doreen beg to come.
The jealousy she’d felt over Mac.
Okay, fuck, yes, the jealousy she’d felt watching Sully with Doreen.
It didn’t make sense. None of it made sense. She should be sickened or at the very least unmoved, shouldn’t she? Not…
Horny.
She closed her eyes and pulled a pillow over her head. At some point she drifted to sleep, but she dreamed of both Sully and Mac taking turns fucking her while she was bound to a bench. When she woke up and removed the headphones, she couldn’t hear anything but the TV. The clock read three-thirty, and when she shut off the TV, the house sounded quiet.
Cautiously, she unlocked her bedroom door and peeked out. The house stood empty, dark, silent. Apparently, they’d already cleaned up, because the living room had been put back to normal and the slip covers removed.
Clarisse closed her door and undressed before slipping under the covers with her mind a swirling mass of confused emotions.
Chapter Twelve
The next morning, Clarisse leaned against the kitchen doorway and watched Mac wash dishes. Weird. What did it say about her that she’d quickly come to see a naked man in a collar washing dishes as a normal fixture in her world?
“What’s on your mind?” he asked, startling her.
“What?”
He turned from the sink, that playful smile on his face. “What’s rolling around that pretty brain of yours, kiddo?”
From the heat in her face, she knew she was blushing.
“Honestly?”
His smile faded. He dried his hands on the dishtowel and leaned against the counter. “Always. Total honesty, you know that. It’s law in this house.”
She tried to keep her eyes off his cock and her mind off how she’d dreamed about it plunging deep into her…
Clarisse sat at the table. “How can you let him do this to you?”
“Do what?”
“Treat you the way he treats you?”
Mac pulled out his chair, the one he kept a towel on, and sat across from her. His voice softened. “Treats me how?”
With his cock safely out of sight under the table, she met his eyes.
“You’re his slave.”
A hint of a smile returned to his face. “That’s sort of the whole point. You hadn’t guessed that by now?”
“How can you do that? Let him run your life.”
“I love him.”
“How do you know he won’t throw you out one day?”
Mac shrugged and leaned back in his chair. “I don’t. I don’t know that any more than he knows I won’t up and leave one day. I’m not held hostage, if you haven’t noticed. I’m here willingly. We trust and love each other.”
With the questions coming, she couldn’t stop. “The things you let him do to you, like at the party and even the everyday stuff. Doesn’t that make you feel…used?”
He grinned. “Again, that’s sort of the whole point. For me, at least. I want to serve him.”
She didn’t know what worried her more, that he seemed so okay with it or that of late her fantasies were of letting Mac tie her up and do some of them to her. “He beats you!”
“Not nearly hard enough sometimes, doll.”
At her shocked silence, he grinned. “I love this. Don’t you get it? I trust him. Including last night, I think I can count on one hand the times I’ve had to safeword for something other than equipment issues.
Sully, he’ll call a scene a lot faster than I will. He doesn’t go nearly far enough for my liking sometimes. He’s a worrywart.”
More stunned silence from her.
He leaned forward, his elbows on the table, hands clasped. “I like the pain. Haven’t you noticed how sometimes I’ll goad him so he’ll have to punish me?”
She nodded. She’d watched Mac’s eyes twinkle all the times Sully held up fingers denoting strokes after an infraction. It had been her suspicion, but she hadn’t wanted to voice it, didn’t know if that was a taboo subject or not.
“He knows I do it. Sweetie, I love him. More importantly, I trust him. There’s been times he’s taken me further than I thought I could stand and I didn’t safeword and I’m damn glad I didn’t. Usually if I safeword, it’s because of an equipment malfunction or I get a cramp or I know something’s seriously wrong. I rarely safeword because of what he’s doing to me.”
“But he hurts you.”
“Yeah. Isn’t it great?” His playful smile melted her.
She shivered. He reached across the table, just enough his fingers brushed the back of her hand. “Not everyone gets off on pain. Like Doreen last night, she’s not a pain slut, she likes the bondage and forced orgasm play. I enjoy pain. Vanilla sex doesn’t do it for me. He gets off on the control. He needs it. He gives me what I need, and I give him what he needs. It works for us. Every person in the lifestyle is in it for a different reason and practices it in a different way.”
He leaned back again, withdrawing his hand. “I mean, I like my turn in the driver’s seat every once in a while, too. That’s why he decided to let me have him when we’re out on the boat. He trusts me as much as I trust him, and every so often he digs doing that.”
“But he’s using you!”
“Fuck yeah, in a good way. It’s what I want. He’s using only me.
He’s not going around getting his rocks off with just anyone. He needs me as much as I need him.”
“What about last night? Doreen.”
He shrugged. “He helped out. That doesn’t bother me. It gets me off knowing he trusts me as much as I trust him, which is why he lets me be in charge on the boat. I’m the only person he trusts like that.