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Leila knelt against the spanking bench, her breasts shelved attractively on the burgundy upholstered surface. She was faced in the direction where she could watch and be roused by Mac and Mark's tableau. Collin had been ordered to kneel to the side of the bench, his cheek lying just in front of Leila's breasts to suckle her nipples without interfering with the stimulating view. His arms were tied behind his back, and a chain ran from the locked cuffs, fastening him to the ring in his scrotum. Tamara and Kiera obviously preferred their sub immobilized much of the time.
Kiera glanced over at Violet and Tyler from where she lazed on the day lounger, massaging her sister's bare feet. Two pairs of spike heels were on the floor, giving Violet an odd impression of two women after a long day of work, kicking off their shoes and watching the best that cable had to offer.
"Well, I guess Mac wins this round," Tamara smiled. "I told him that if he could keep from coming until you arrived, I wouldn't put this enormous strap-on I have up his ass. It's a shame, because I was looking forward to trying out some of Kiera's wondrous oil on him." She lifted a vial from the table, shook it. "Coat a dildo with this, or better, shoot it in, and he won't be able to keep himself from coming. He'll spend a three-day load and won't be able to stop screaming for more." She lifted a brow. "It's great for humbling an overly proud sub, l
ike yours. And he stays hard as a rock throughout, so you can get an endless variety of enjoyments from his suffering. What do you say, Vi? You want Kiera to go ahead and do him while you watch?"
Violet studied Mac's face. The muscles of his neck were contorted with the effort to hold back. Mark was paying him back in spades for the earlier threat, putting all his effort into relentlessly working him. Mac was huge, and she felt her pussy respond to the sight.
"Why the ball gag?"
"Oh, that." Tamara cocked her head at Mac, met his furious gaze. "He has a problem with the rule about not making eye contact, as you can see. And he got somewhat worked up, a bit rude in fact, when I decided to let Mark go down on that nice piece of meat of his. Didn't say no, though."
Violet shifted her glance to Mac, and this time he averted his glance with a sullen expression. Oh, he was worked up all right. She sauntered across the room, keeping her face an unreadable mask, and stopped just behind Mark. Ran a casual hand over his hair while she faced Mac. "Keep going," she murmured.
Mac hissed around the gag and Violet took a finger, wiped away the small area of saliva that had escaped the corner of his mouth, brought it to her own lips.
"What do you say, Mac? Are you thirsty?"
He gave a sharp shake of his head, but his eyes were asking for something else.
"No," she said softly. "I think the gag is a good idea. Because it means you have to listen, instead of thinking about how to con me. This is about what pleases me, Mackenzie. It pleases me to see you come, in whatever manner I desire. Does it please you to have another man sucking your cock?"
He shook his head violently, bucked to try to dislodge Mark. The other man just chuckled, held on and kept going.
"I didn't think so. But your cock doesn't care, does it?"
It wants you. It was in his countenance as strongly as a scream in her mind.
"I know it does. I like seeing your cock hard for me. It understands what you don't, that everything that's done to it is by my command, so it responds to every stimulus as if it's in my pussy. That's why it's hard now. For me. Because I asked Tamara and Kiera to keep it that way."
She pivoted on her heel, giving him her profile. "Mistress Tamara, I would like that strap-on, please, and I would like it coated with your sister's oil." She turned her head, met his eyes. "I'll do the honors. He's mine, and only I will fuck him. Ever."
She turned back, put a hand on Mark's shoulder, squeezed. Understanding, he released Mac, backed off, so Violet could stand before her captive, letting his erection's wet tip touch her thighs.
"Bring your head down to me," she said.
Mac bent his neck and she unbuckled the gag, sliding it carefully from his mouth and handing it to Mark to take away.
"Mistress, please don't." The emotion in his silver eyes suggested he was struggling between wanting to coerce her through anger, and beg her out of sheer desperation. His lust was roused by her Dominance, but his expression told her he was apprehensive of the act itself, the ultimate act for a submissive male in thrall to a Mistress. An act she knew had never been forced upon him.
She ran her palm up his chest, played with the right taut nipple, scraping it with her nails, and felt his wetness graze the skin on her thigh, just beneath the crotch of the swimsuit. She brought herself up full against him, let him experience every curve. "Are you thirsty?"
He caught her lips in a kiss. "Only for you," he said, a panicked note to his voice she was sure he wished was not there. "I'm yours, Mistress. Yours to do with as you wish."
While he had seemed to regain his composure after dinner, regrouping enough to give her pleasure at the poolside, she had known it was all show. Dinner had stripped the veneer of his whole act. Frightened of how his body was reacting, of how helpless this whole weekend was making him feel, she suspected the foundation was starting to crumble, and dared to hope the message was getting through. That he was starting to turn to her for shelter from his emotional fears.
"Are you mine to do with as I wish?" She wanted to hear it again.
"Yes, Mistress."
She nipped the base of his throat, the ridge of his collar bone. "So if I want to slide a cock deep, deep into your beautiful ass, make you come the way Kiera described, then that would please you."
"If...if it pleases you. Yes." A tremor ran through his torso and she ran soothing hands down his arms.
"Tell me what's in your heart."
"You. Just you. I'll do anything you want me to do. Just...please. Just with you. Mistress," he added.
