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Chapter 10
Grayson was glad to see Brett seated at the bar with his wife, Sue Ellen, conversing with Caden. Since he’d spotted Dan at the spanking bench, in the midst of a scene with Mindy, a cute, curvy blonde who had been a regular for a few years now, he would enlist Brett’s assistance. He craved Avery’s lush mouth on his flesh more than his next breath, and it was time his sub learned to see to his needs.
“Your sub looks a little dazed,” Caden remarked, his blue eyes twinkling as he took in Avery’s flushed face and round eyes as he poured Grayson a whiskey.
Settling on a stool, Grayson pulled her between his legs, her back to him, her ass snuggled against his bulging erection. “The results of the two F’s: flogger and feather.”
Brett smirked. “Just the two?”
“Yes,” he returned without explaining why he hadn’t fucked her. “Thanks.” Nodding at Caden, he took a sip of the fortifying liquor. Tightening his arm around her waist, he pressed his cock between Avery’s buttocks and felt a shudder go through her soft body. “Problem?” he drawled, reaching up to cup one full breast through the shirt, rasping her nipple until the pouty bud stiffened again.
Avery shifted her eyes away from the other two men, her gaze landing on Dan, who was now fucking Mindy with her legs over his shoulders, his hips pumping with vigorous plunges. She shook again, this time with a small sigh and he knew she was wondering why he hadn’t ended their scene by fucking her.
“No… Sir,” she tacked on after he pinched her nipple in reminder.
“Some subs deserve their Dom’s cocks, isn’t that right, Master Brett?”
“That’s the way it’s always been.” He winked at his wife who returned his smile. “Then again, some subs enjoy pushing buttons and having to work for it.”
“And some,” Grayson returned, hardening his voice in Avery’s ear, “push buttons and deserve to wait. But,” he pinched her other nipple, “that doesn’t mean her Dom should suffer along with her.”
Turning her in his arms, he held her wary gaze as he slowly lowered his zipper and freed his throbbing cock, the sudden exposure to cooler air a soothing balm wafting over his inflamed flesh. Fisting a hand in her hair, a hold that was rapidly becoming his favorite, he ordered with direct bluntness, “Put your mouth on me, Avery.”
The silken thread of steel underlying Master Grayson’s words gave Avery pause, as did the uncomfortable awareness of the other eyes on her. Something had changed, and for the life of her, she didn’t know what. The flash of disappointment she’d seen in his eyes when he had released her from the bonds had cut her to the quick. It hurt to think she might have caused him to become disillusioned with her. She wanted to see that light of approval in his eyes again and get back into his good graces, and if that meant meeting the challenge in that penetrating gaze, then so be it. Even though she had little experience with fellatio and wished he’d chosen another way to press whatever point he wanted to make, she almost drooled at the thought of tasting the hardened flesh he clutched in his hand. It helped she could still feel the imprint of his jutting cock against her butt, the scratch of his denim-covered thighs against the back of her legs teasing anew the stripes left from the flogger.
He’d been stricter tonight than the previous two times she’d joined him at the club, but she’d relished the take-charge, firm commands that had stripped her of all decision-making and worries. His control had enabled her to embrace the new experience with bondage and light pain, and with any luck, she would continue to benefit from it as she tried her best to bring him as much pleasure as he had gifted her with.
“I… I’m not very good at this,” Avery felt compelled to warn him, her hands pressed upon his thighs to brace herself as she bent at the waist.
“I’ll guide you.” Master Grayson’s guttural voice sent a wave of longing through her as she watched his hand tightened around the base of his thick length. Aiming his rigid erection at her mouth, he prompted, “Open for me.”
Closing her eyes, she wrapped her lips around his cock head, blocking her mind to everything except pleasing him. Hard and hot, his flesh seared her tongue as she stroked over the smooth crown and tasted his tangy seepage. That small sign of his aroused state emboldened her to take more, and with the aid of his hand guiding
her head, she slid her mouth down several more inches. She licked a circle around his girth, the thick veins pumping under her tongue, his skin tightening over the iron rod stretching her lips.
Master Grayson tugged on her hair. “You weren’t honest with me, sugar.” Avery tightened her lips, wondering why she thought that statement held a hidden meaning. “You’re better at this than you said and that means a challenge is in order. Master Brett, could I enlist your help?”
Avery only had time to suck in a shocked breath as Grayson clasped her head and pulled her mouth up his shaft. Her lips clung, out of fear of what they intended or the need to keep him close, she wasn’t sure. Holding her face, he kept his eyes on hers as Master Brett grasped her wrists and drew her arms behind her back, shackling them together in one hand. The awkward position had her struggling against their grips. “Gray… Sir…” Tightening her mouth, she shuddered as Grayson brushed his thumb over her lips.
“Still don’t trust me, huh?” Disappointment laced his voice and tears welled in her eyes as she tried to shake her head.
“I do…”
“Prove it,” he demanded, cutting her off and lowering her mouth to him once more.
Once she let go, put herself in his hands and concentrated on pleasing him, she was surprised by how easy it was despite the awkward, uncomfortable position. Opening wide, she took him deep, sucking hard as he maneuvered her head up and down on his cock. The back of her shirt rode up, and when a light swat jiggled her butt, the instant warmth urged her on. She traced a path under the rim of his cap, repeating the stroke when he jerked. A swipe over his crown and slit drew his low moan, so she did it again. Another tap landed on her opposite cheek and it was her turn to moan as she slid back down and used her teeth to trace those pumping, bulging veins. She came close to smiling when he swore and tightened his hands on her head, holding her still for his pumping, throat nudging invasion.
The spanks turned harder, came faster as Master Grayson held her head still for his use. Her mouth ached and her butt burned, the whole scene taking a decadent turn, one she found disconcerting because of how arousing it proved to be. Either she’d fallen deeper into submissiveness than she’d ever imagined, or there was little he could do that she would balk at simply because it was coming from him, or in the case of Master Brett’s tight hold and swats, stemming from Master Grayson’s orders.
“Let go if you don’t want to swallow.”
Grayson’s low, gravelly voice broke through the fog of concentration and pleasure enveloping Avery and she quickly tried to shake her head against his hands. She wanted this, all of him, any way he desired, even if she had never gone that far before.
“So be it. I warned you,” he huffed before another groan rumbled from above her and the smacks turned to soothing caresses over her throbbing buttocks.
His cock jerked again, his seed spilling onto her tongue, his thigh muscles bunching under the brush of her nipples. Avery shook along with him, moaned in tune with his grunts of release, and basked in knowing she had passed whatever test this had been. Now, if she could just figure out what brought it on.
“Is there anything else I can get you?” Avery asked the older couple after handing them their check.
