Another way Page 6

  “We’ve used different instruments in the past,” Master said to me, “but Shannon prefers a Violet Wand, and I like the results from it, too, so that’s what we’ll be using today. A Violet Wand is a device that emits a low-current, high-frequency electric shock. It’s adjustable, so I can make it a little buzz or a burning snap.”

  He demonstrated by running the device along Shannon’s skin, and I could see the electricity jump across, like a static electricity ball where the little points of purple light follow your fingertips. It looked very much the same as one of those.

  Shannon barely registered the snap and gave Will a deadpan look that clearly said “is that it?”

  “Electricity is a great way to work with a painslut like Shannon,” Master continued. “She’d happily let me beat her until she bled, or use sharps—needles, knives; as a Dom it’s important to know the sub’s limits even when they’re begging you for more. Electricity isn’t going to leave a mark, and because of the very low amperage it’s not going to leave lasting damage. I can cause her to scream in the same way she’d scream for a needle or a bullwhip, but not draw any blood or leave any bruises.”

  “The best of both worlds.”

  He ran the device under the soft swell of her breasts, where I knew girls were so sensitive, and suddenly her back was arching off the table, and she screamed as the purple spark jumped to her skin. Master seemed pleased with her reaction and repeated it on the other side, earning him a similar reaction.

  Master was methodical as he worked on the most responsive parts of Shannon’s body. He seemed to know exactly when to turn up the frequency to make her jump, and after about ten minutes, she was sweating and panting, her hair stuck to her face. I almost didn’t recognize her; the calm, bright girl from the kitchen had been replaced with this glassy-eyed, wanton woman. But he didn’t touch her sexually at all, staying away from her nipples and her pussy. I guessed she didn’t want that sort of stimulation.

  He stopped for a moment, letting her settle back down into what I was starting to recognize as deep subspace. She looked gorgeous, but I wasn’t aroused by her submission. Watching my Master in action as a fierce dominant was much more erotic to me.

  “I’m going to try something new,” Master said to Shannon. “I think you’ll like this.”

  We had a fairly modest collection of toys compared to some, but there was great variety in the tools that Master liked to use. He quickly selected a medium-weight flogger and picked up the Violet Wand again.

  “One of the features of this device in particular is that you are able to ‘charge’ the person holding it with electric current, so that it can be passed on to the sub just by the Dom’s touch.” He demonstrated by lightly tapping Shannon’s inner thigh with his fingertips. She screamed and bucked in response. “It feels very much like a static shock. But that means I get it too.”

  He looked over at me and smiled, checking in with me that I was doing okay. I nodded and smiled back. His lecture was fascinating.

  “It’s much better, from my perspective, to use an impact toy, such as a flogger, to deliver the shock for me,” he continued. “I’m going to turn it down to begin with to let her get used to the sensation.”

  To one looking on, I could only imagine what Shannon was going through. The thud and sting of the leather flogger was familiar to me, the way heat would rise to the surface of my skin and my heart would beat harder in my chest. I also knew how Master could flick his wrist to make the ends of the leather really sting. To have the added stimulation of the electricity must have been awesome, although I was creating all of these ideas in my head with memories of static shocks in my fingertips and the familiar feeling of the whip.

  My eyes were riveted to my Master. There was a very beautiful, naked woman stretched out and bound not ten feet away from me, but the focus of my attention was a white T-shirt stretched over a muscled chest, and loose blue jeans over bare feet. Even in casual clothes he was an impressive dominant. Master didn’t rely on black clothes or leather or fancy dress attire to create his authority; it was in the angle of his jaw, the hard set of his eyes, the flexing of his muscles as he worked to cause pain but not damage.

  He wasn’t aroused by hurting Shannon. And Shannon had a nice body. She was short and compact, similar to Adele, but her body was slimmer than my girlfriend’s. Even from a distance I could see that this girl bore the scars to prove her masochism, a crisscrossing of lines on her outer thigh and several piercings in strange places. She had a tattoo that covered most of the side of her body—a Japanese black and gray design, although I couldn’t see the details.

  I wasn’t aroused by Shannon’s pain, either. I had no desire to be the one wielding the whip; I wanted to take her place. I wanted to be the one Master was concentrating on like that, the one who held his attention so raptly.

  Finally Master stopped, letting a sobbing, gasping Shannon catch her breath.

  “We’re done,” he announced.

  “No, please, just a bit more,” she said, trying to wipe the snot and tears from her face on her shoulder.

  “We’re done,” he repeated. “Calm down, Shannon, deep breaths. You need to bring yourself back. I’m not going to touch you.”

  He kept his eye on her as he packed away the electrical components, replacing the flogger on the wall and setting out the other parts to be sterilized, all the while letting Shannon find her own way out of subspace.

  “Untie me?” she asked after a few minutes, sounding unbelievably coherent from where she had been just a short time before, begging him for more.

  Master quickly released her wrists, then ankles, and passed her a warm washcloth to clean her face.

  “Stay there while you get your legs back,” Master said in that voice that made my dick weep with anticipation. He crossed the room to me with long, easy strides and looked at me with his head cocked to one side, as if he were considering something.

  He grabbed my chin, his arm shooting out to hold me roughly. “You’re an incredibly beautiful example of a man,” he said, words that should have been cheesy, but the roughness of his voice made them so erotic. “I want you to come for me, Jesse.”

  Master’s lips crashed down on mine and his denim-covered cock brushed just softly against my own straining dick, and that was it, I was gone. My scream rivaled the volume of Shannon’s cries of torture, but this was pure pleasure.

  “Good boy,” he whispered, his lips still pressed lightly to mine.

  “OKAY, I’m going to go order some food,” Shannon said, hopping down off the table. “Is pizza good?”

  “Shannon, I don’t give a damn,” Master growled as his hands roamed over my body. “Just make sure you get in your half hour of tai chi.”

  “Fine, that’s fine. I want pepperoni, I think.”

  “Jesse’s allergic to mushrooms,” Master said as I started to whimper under his touch, my skin hypersensitive from my orgasm. “Now, unless you want to watch me fuck him right here, you’ll go.”

  “Going,” she chirped, and I heard the door close before his mouth was on mine.

  “I need you, so fucking bad,” Master said, his fingers kneading my ass. “If I take you to my room, will it wreck your headspace?”

  “No, Master,” I said, just desperate for him to keep touching me.

  He bent his head to my chest and removed one of the nipple clamps, his tongue replacing the metal as he soothed my throbbing skin. After kissing across to the other nipple, he licked that one, too, as the chain fell to the floor with a dull thud. Next he tugged the rope for me, releasing my bonds, and the anal hook and the climbing rope joined the clamps on the floor.

  “I’ll clean up later,” he said absently, taking my hand and pulling me from the room and leading me down to his bedroom.

  I followed him. I would follow him anywhere when my head was like this, my naked body the last of my concerns when considering what was to come. He slammed his bedroom door behind us and took long strides to his bedside
table, where he grabbed a bottle of lube and tossed it at me.

  “Prepare yourself,” Master commanded. “Nothing is going in your ass except your fingers and my cock, so make a good job of it.”

  He started to undress, so I turned away from him, propping my foot up on the edge of the bed and bending at the waist so he got a good view of what I was doing. I would have liked to watch his striptease, but, as always, it was about his needs over mine.

  I opened the lube and poured a liberal amount over my fingers, then reached back and pushed one inside me. It was a new sensation; even when masturbating I never touched myself there, which is odd when thinking about it because I get so much pleasure from anal stimulation. I had to bite my lip to stop a moan as the pad of my wet finger teased the puckered skin, igniting all the nerve endings there and making my cock throb.

  “Get on with it,” Master growled from behind me, and I immediately complied, pushing my finger in up to the knuckle.

  It was strange, feeling just how tight I was, how my muscles clamped down on the invading digit. As soon as I was comfortable with one finger, I quickly pushed in the second and worked the lube around, scissoring my fingers to stretch myself for him. I wasn’t as prepared as I had been before, but I was lubed up. It was a good start.

  I placed my hands back on the bed and spread my legs wide for him, dropping my head. Master came up behind me and put his hands on my back, sliding them up to my shoulders, which he gripped, and tugged me to standing.

  His lips went to my neck, sucking and kissing. One of his hands was in my hair, tugging my head to expose more skin to his wandering lips, and his other hand roamed over my chest, rubbing my abs and then palming my cock. I couldn’t help whimpering; not even three years of sub training could win out over Master Will’s attack.

  A strong hand pushed me back down, and my mind only just caught up with my body in time to brace my hands on the bed before I would have gone face first into the duvet. I dropped to my forearms and lifted my ass, silently begging for him to take me.

  Master’s hands spread my ass cheeks, and I could feel his gaze there, appraising the job I’d done.

  “I keep my promises, Jesse,” he said as his cock pressed up against my entrance. “Relax. I’m serious. If you don’t relax, I’m going to plow your ass so hard you’re not going to be able to walk tomorrow.”

  I tried to follow his command, but I was too damn aroused. In the end, Master just pushed forward, causing me to wince and tense with the initial pain. I breathed hard, trying to compose myself and loosen up so he could fuck me properly. Master rubbed my hips with his thumbs, which I knew was him silently trying to help me. He reached down and retrieved the lube from the bed and drizzled more of it on his cock, being careful not to touch where we were joined.

  Soon, I felt his thighs come flush with my ass—he was all the way there. I gripped the duvet in both hands and held on for dear life as he slowly withdrew, then slammed back home again. I grunted as the air was forced from my lungs from the impact, then moaned as he soothed the ache by rubbing against my prostate.

  “Does it feel good?” he asked in a dangerous voice.

  “Yes, Master.”

  The sound of the stinging slap on my ass reached my ears before the heat registered in my skin.

  “How about that?”

  “It also feels good, Master.”

  He laughed and leaned over to kiss my back. The action caused his cock to wedge deeper in my ass. “Do you want me to do it again?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  As his thrusts picked up speed, so did the slaps on my ass. He braced his right hand on my lower back and alternated between my cheeks, making sure to hit me hard enough so that I’d really feel the sting.

  “Are you going to come again?”

  I was pretty fucking sure I was. Master wrapped his forearm around my waist, changing the angle of his cock inside me, which made me cry out with the pressure. Then he was fucking me, raw and hard, while I braced my legs and clenched my muscles to try and make it as incredible as possible for him.

  “Now, Jesse, come now,” he commanded, and even though he’d told me I could come whenever I wanted, it was too ingrained in my subconscious to obey, and I did, shooting hard as I felt him coming inside me.

  Master pulled me into his arms as I collapsed forward onto the bed, completely wrung out.

  “Here,” he said softly, pulling the duvet back so I could snuggle down for a moment.

  “Thank you,” I said as I wrapped myself up. I was starting to shake.

  “Mm, come here,” Master said, pulling me back against his chest. “Are you dropping?”

  “I don’t think so. This feels better.”

  “Sub drop” could come on suddenly, even though it had only happened to me once before with Master; from all of the adrenaline and euphoria pumping through my body only moments before, sometimes the comedown could be harsh. But my shaking was more from being cold.

  “I’m going to take your collar off, is that okay?” he asked.

  “Yes. Please don’t let go.”

  “I won’t,” he promised, then awkwardly unbuckled my collar, leaving it on his bedside table.

  Master held me tighter than normal, his arms wrapped around my chest and his leg hitched over mine. He kissed my skin over and over, my neck and shoulder and back and ear. I drifted for a while, knowing I was so safe, so loved.

  “I have a confession to make,” the man behind me said, and I knew he, too, was transitioning back to his normal self. Will, rather than Master.

  “Okay.”

  “I brought you down here just so I could hold you like this.”

  I chuckled softly. “I don’t mind. I said I wanted more time like this when we signed again.”

  “That’s true,” he mused, then kissed me again.

  We stayed very still, very quiet, just listening to the sounds of each other’s breathing and heartbeats, and the distant sounds of Shannon moving through the house. Late afternoon had melted into early evening, and I could feel my stomach starting to rumble, needing some sustenance soon. For a while, though, it was nice to just snooze and be held.

  “Will! Jesse! Food!” Shannon yelled up the stairs, breaking our sleepy reverie.

  I mumbled something and felt Will’s arms tighten around me again.

  “Hungry,” he sighed.

  “Me too.”

  “I want you naked, though.” Will pouted.

  “Okay,” I said. I had gotten pretty used to my own nudity over the years.

  Will laughed. “I’ll resist the temptation to make that an order, if only for Shannon’s sake.”

  We both dressed from his closet, since my clothes were still in the playroom. I secretly loved it when he passed me his things to put on; it was like, to a lesser extent, wearing his collar. It was belonging to him again.

  “Come on,” he said, rolling his eyes and smiling as he caught me smelling the shoulder of his sweatshirt. I took his offered hand, suddenly hungry now that I could smell the pizza.

  “You took your time,” Shannon scolded as we settled back around the kitchen table again. This time I took a seat, though.

  “Sorry,” Will said with a smirk. “You can’t blame a guy, though.”

  Shannon huffed but smiled as she opened her box. “So, how was that for you guys?” she asked around a mouthful of pizza.

  “It was strange…,” Will started. “I felt like I was lecturing or doing a demonstration for an audience, but there was only Jesse, and I’m usually very focused on him when we’re in a scene.”

  “You should do demonstrations, you’re very good,” I said as I licked cheese from my fingers.

  “Oh, he does!” Shannon exclaimed. “He’s awesome.”

  “I didn’t know that,” I said. It took me a moment to process the information. I ended up frowning.

  “I don’t have sex in public, Jesse,” Will said softly. “Our relationship is exclusive, but I have a large part to play
in our wider community. That does involve demos from time to time.”

  “That’s okay,” I said quickly. “I just didn’t know.”

  “How come you never come to munches or anything?” Shannon asked.

  “It’s complicated,” I said. “I’m in a vanilla relationship, I have a girlfriend, so I’ve always stayed away from the scene out of respect for her.”

  “Oh.” Shannon looked confused. “I thought you two were, together together.”

  “No,” Will said, essentially ending that part of the conversation.

  “I think I would like to be on the receiving end of that sort of stimulation one day,” I said, bringing the topic back to what we were supposed to be discussing.

  “You’re not into heavy pain play, though,” Will said, rocking back on his chair. “I think you’d like the lighter stuff, a lot, but I wouldn’t use the flogger on you, no way.”

  “How does it feel?” I asked Shannon.

  “Intense,” she said, nodding. “I’ve never experienced that before. It was awesome, but that was some pretty intense pain right there. And I mean, I can take a lot.”

  “Did you like it?” Will asked. Shannon nodded. “Good. So, changing the topic, what’s this I’ve heard on the grapevine about you and Three?”

  “Oh, I knew that would get back to you!” she exclaimed.

  “Three?” I asked.

  “He’s not my boyfriend,” Shannon said immediately. “He’s just someone I get along with really well.”

  “You can be asexual and still have a boyfriend.” Will sounded amused. “They won’t kick you out of the club.”

  “Yes, they will,” she sulked. “And they’ll make me hand back my V card.”

  “Uh, you’re dating a guy named Three?” I asked.

  “No, she’s not dating a guy named Three,” Will said with his tongue in his cheek.

  “His name is Marshall Augustus Williamson the Third,” Shannon explained. “I mean, wouldn’t you change your name if you were landed with that monstrosity?”

  “Three is asexual as well,” Will said. “I’ve been trying to hook the two of them up for years, but they’ve managed to evade me so far.”