Part 9 (2/2)

Relief flooded through her as well as antic.i.p.ation of what would come next. ”Yes, sir. I tried, but I couldn't get there. I was afraid I would be punished, and I didn't want anything to short-circuit our play tonight.”

His lips tightened, but his gaze was gentle. ”Did Master Scott or Diego tell you that you would be punished for doing those things without their permission?”

Dark memories threatened to flood back and she slammed the door hard on them, willing herself to drown in Master Brent's gaze instead. ”Yes. Or at least Diego did. I wasn't allowed to let myself get wet without his authorization, although I never figured out how to do that, so I was punished quite a bit.” Her stomach churned as vivid images of some of her punishments came back to her.

Master Brent sighed and a muscle twitched along his jaw as if he were clenching his teeth. ”I'm so sorry you had to deal with that, Sandra. But you're here now and I'm going to start teaching you what pleasure is possible in the D/s relations.h.i.+p. Are you ready?”

”Yes, sir.” As if to underscore her new lack of unreasonable restrictions, moisture flooded her p.u.s.s.y and her nipples puckered hard against the soft lining of her bra.

Chapter 11.

Brent traced one finger over the hard nub of her right nipple, making her gasp. ”Very nice. We'll get to these in a moment. a.s.sume the submissive position and let's begin.”

Almost afraid this entire situation would vanish before she could enjoy it, Sandra scrambled to comply, her soft black shorts stretching easily around the tops of her thighs as she sat back on her calves. She thought about taking off her top and bra, but rejected the notion as soon as she looked up and saw several people either milling around or walking by, trying to seem casual about it.

She wondered how often Master Brent played with subs on this dungeon level to have aroused such interest. He said he didn't take them to his private alcove, but then where?

”Sandra?”

She snapped her head up to meet his gaze. ”Yes, sir?”

He smiled as if in approval of her appropriate and quick response. ”You were frowning and staring off into s.p.a.ce. What were you thinking about?”

Heat burned up her neck and into her cheeks, and she wished she had learned how to stop herself from blus.h.i.+ng long ago. It always gave her emotions away. ”Sir?” she asked as she stalled for time, trying to figure out some way to answer without actually telling him what she'd been thinking, which would come off sounding much too proprietary and needy. And besides, she knew she was a horrible liar. That was one of the things Diego had ruthlessly used against her. He would get her to admit some dark secret or yearning and then exploit it, or worse, twist it and punish her with it until it turned into nightmares-both waking and in her sleep.

Master Brent looked down at her, straightening to his full height. ”Come up here.”

She quickly stood and he reached out to thread his fingers into her hair, the friction against her scalp delicious. He gently pulled her head back so she had to look at him. ”You can tell me. Honesty will never bring punishment, Sandra.”

She swallowed hard and then let her glance slip past him to all the people who had started to gather to watch.

Master Brent turned his head to follow her line of sight and then tightened his grip in her hair, sending zings of need arrowing though her. ”I think I understand.” He turned back to study her critically. ”You're self-conscious of everyone watching us? Didn't they do that at the dungeon in New York?”

She was tempted to take the easy road and just agree that she was self-conscious, and hope he didn't realize there was more to it. But she wanted to believe him that honesty would never bring punishment, so she swallowed again and forced herself to speak. ”Not really, sir. My scenes with Master Scott were tamer than most. Diego always managed to do scenes away from too many witnesses, so a crowd was never around to watch.”

She shrugged. ”I suppose I'm a bit self-conscious about people watching, but mostly just uncomfortable about being naked or semi-naked in front of strangers.” She looked down, trying to formulate her thoughts. ”However, I have to admit that all those people seeing what happened on the elevator yesterday was extremely erotic.” She smiled and couldn't help the quick, probably goofy smile that curved her lips. ”I kind of liked it.”

Brent's expression showed erotic promise, which sent a wonderful s.h.i.+ver of antic.i.p.ation through her.

With effort she dragged herself back to Master Brent's original question. ”I was wondering why everyone is so fascinated with watching anything you do here. If you bring subs to this level to play, and if not, why is everyone so curious? You said you don't bring them to your private alcove...” She trailed off, not sure what else to say without revealing that there might be a small spark of jealousy behind her curiosity.

”Ah.” He pulled her head back, stretching her until he could lean down to nip at her throat, which sent arousal marching over her skin to pool need into every erogenous zone she had.

”I do play scenes with subs in several areas of the Club, but for some reason whenever I or one of the main Doms play, it usually draws a crowd. Don't let it bother you. They love to watch, just like you and I do.”

A shudder ran through her as understanding dawned. If situations were reversed, she would be one of those gathered to watch, although knowing what she knew now, she wouldn't want to trade places with any of them. She wanted to be right where she was, waiting to experience everything tonight that she could. To let Master Brent show her what she had been missing.

He slid his fingers out of her hair, and she straightened and then stepped back to look up at him.

There was definite heat in his gaze. ”Enough preliminaries, Sandra. Let's begin. Flat on your back on the bed, please. I would suggest you lose the clothes, but either way you won't be wearing them for long.”

A gasp escaped as his words sank in. Her blood surged as antic.i.p.ation churned higher.

”I did warn you about the clothes.”

”Yes, sir. You did.” She took a deep breath, trying to calm her galloping heart and her throbbing c.l.i.t as she headed toward the bed. Without looking back, she slid her toes out of the simple sandals she'd worn before pulling her crop top up over her head and tossing it aside.

She heard Brent come closer, but she didn't turn. Instead, she hooked her thumbs in the elastic waist of her shorts and pushed them down over her hips until they fell around her ankles. She stepped out of them, leaving them where they lay.

Standing only in her thin bra and panties, the air around her felt cool, but since her entire body was humming with heat she wasn't cold.

She didn't want Brent to cut off her bra, so she reached back to undo the clasps and then slid it off her arms and dropped it on top of her s.h.i.+rt.

As the cooler air caressed her chest, her nipples puckered into even tighter points, the intense sensation only adding to her need to come.

The panties she left on. Brent could take them off however he wanted to.

The thought made her smile as she remembered the couple she'd watched in the waiting room and how that Dom had ripped off his sub's thong. Another flash of excitement lanced through her. She couldn't wait to find out how Master Brent would do it.

Before Master Brent became impatient she turned and sat on the side of the bed, relaxing back and then swinging her legs up to lie flat. She immediately scooted in a little so she wasn't directly on the edge of the bed, and then brought her arms up to cover her naked b.r.e.a.s.t.s and crossed her ankles, instinctively hiding her most vulnerable parts from view. Logically, she knew the crotch of her now very wet panties would hide her, but she knew that wouldn't last long, which left her feeling very exposed.

Before she could get comfortable, or even a.s.sess how many people were watching them, Brent loomed over her, blocking her view.

He tapped his finger lightly against her forehead. ”Sandra, keep your focus here, on us. Let the rest fade into the background. Concentrate on the sensations coming alive inside your body. That, and following the directions I'll give you are your only jobs for this evening. Are we clear?”

”Yes, sir,” she said automatically as she mentally took stock of herself.

The mattress underneath her was comfortable and not too soft. The high-quality cotton sheets felt good against her skin, and the pillow beneath her head was firm but not hard. Probably perfect for the needs of a bondage bed. She had only been on one twice before. Both times with her first Dom, Master Scott. But she had never been as turned on by it as she was right now.

Diego had preferred much more extreme settings, although she had seen some scenes using bondage beds that were pretty intense. A sliver of unease ran through her at the thought, and she mercilessly quashed it.

”Sandra?”

d.a.m.n, she should have schooled her thoughts more. Master Brent had an amazing ability to notice details that didn't allow her any secrets. She would have to be on guard for that in the future.

”Yes, sir?” She snapped her gaze up to gauge his reaction. She saw only slight concern in his expression.

”Are you all right?”

She nodded automatically. ”Just waiting to see what's going to happen, sir.”

He chuckled. ”Speaking of that...Do you trust me to take care of you?”

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