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  Lapping at the peak one more time, he looked up at her then slowly moved the metal tightener up a notch until she sucked in a sharp breath. Moving the metal down, he quickly released the clamp and sucked her whole nipple into his mouth. A cry echoed in the room. Pleasure and pain rocked through her nipple and shot a fiery path to her clitoris. Wanting the feeling to continue, she wrapped her arms around him and held him tightly to her. The flicking of his tongue on her tingling nipple was euphoric.

  Releasing her nipple with a popping sound, he eased back. “You are not in the pose I had you in. For dropping pose, you have to lock your hands behind your back.”

  Once her hands were behind her and her posture straight, he moved to her other nipple and started suckling it. When she was a trembling mess, he removed the clamp and sucked the whole nipple into his mouth. Fire and water. Hot and cool. The contrast between her fiery nipple and his wet mouth was heavenly. It couldn’t get better than this.

  His hand slid up her thigh, and she felt a finger plunge deep into her wet, throbbing pussy. Okay, it could get better. Writhing in his arms, she moaned and cried out as his finger slid in and out of her body while his mouth continued to lave her nipple.

  Firm lips released her nipple and he straightened, staring into her eyes. That wicked thumb of his started circling her clit. She wanted to hunch him so bad, but she stayed as still as she could. He smiled his approval, and her body released some more slick liquid onto his thick fingers.

  “Do you like this lifestyle so far, little sub?” His voice was low and rough.

  “L–like it, yes, Master.” Her body shuddered when his thumb stroked across her engorged clit.

  “You are doing an excellent job staying posed as I ordered. Do you think you should be rewarded?”

  A stroke to her clit had her shuddering again. “Yes, Master.”

  He stroked her clit again. “What would you like as a reward, little sub?”

  Without hesitation, she stated, “I’d like you to ride me hard with that beautiful cock of yours.”

  He chuckled. “Beautiful, is it now? I will admit you are the first sub to call it that to my face. I’d rather my manly member be called ruggedly handsome if it had to be called anything at all, but since you have done so well during this training session, I’ll forgive you, and I’ll grant you your requested reward.” He strummed her clit and watched her quiver. “Lie down on the rug, and spread your legs wide. I want to see all of you.”

  Quickly she moved onto her back and splayed her thighs wide for him. A look of animalistic approval crossed his handsome face. The possessive look in his dark eyes was one she wished could always be directed her way. As he shed his jeans, all thought left her mind. Dropping to his knees, he knelt between her legs, and his hands slowly traced an invisible path up her quaking limbs. Her heartbeat pulsed in the bundle of nerves at the junction of her legs. If he didn’t hurry, she may come without him.

  “Don’t do it.”

  At her confused looked, he raised a brow. “Take a relaxing breath. I don’t want you to peak yet.”

  His hands continued to travel up her body. He had bypassed her nubbin and now skated around the sides of her breasts where they next circled her breasts in slow, even circles. “That’s it, slow down.”

  Trying to cool down, she made an effort to think about work. Uh-oh. She was in trouble now. All she could think about was exotic art of couples in various positions making love. He spread her thighs wider, and she cried out when he pushed the broad head of his cock an inch into her sopping wet cunt.

  “I see you need some more work in the cooling down area, but since this is a requested reward, I’m going to give you what you want.” That said, he lunged forward, filling her up to capacity.

  She cried out and thrashed beneath him. Lacing his fingers through hers, he pinned her arms down and stared into her dazed eyes as he rammed into her throbbing canal. “Oh yes, yes. You feel so good. Please don’t stop, Master. Ooooh.”

  “You like me pounding into that hot little pussy of yours, little sub?”

  Slipping over the edge, she cried out as stars danced in front of her eyes and an explosion of pleasure ricocheted through her body one fiery blast after the next. The sound of his voice set off more blasts. “That’s it, baby. Oh, fuck, yeah. You are so hot when you come. So good . Fuck.”

  Through the blasts, she felt him lunge forward one more time, then his whole body tightened, and tremors wracked his body as he slipped over the edge and joined her in passion’s sweet release.

  Chapter Five

  Dara smiled as she watched Garner plop down next to her on the couch. The muscles in his arm rippled as he aimed the remote at the TV to turn it on. Delicious, that’s what he was. He sat next to her wearing nothing but a pair of low-rise jeans. A fire blazed in the fireplace keeping the living room nice and toasty, which she was thankful for since she was naked. It amazed her how quickly she was getting accustomed to being naked around him.

  Looking down at her feet, she smiled at the sight of his socks on her feet. Her feet had been freezing and once he’d noticed, he had immediately run upstairs and gotten her a pair of his socks. When he had come back with the socks, he didn’t just throw them at her, no, not Garner. He had turned her then knelt at her feet. To her utter shock, he had picked up a foot then massaged it until it was warm. The man had amazing hands, strong, yet gentle. Once he was done with that foot, he leaned in and kissed her instep then gently put the sock on her foot. Her other foot had happily received the same treatment. He was a keeper.

  Placing his arm along the couch behind her, his fingers slowly traced small patterns on her bare shoulder as he watched the first fight begin. The camera scanned the audience. It was a large crowd, and one man had a notepad out and was writing in it. The sight of that paper had her glancing at Garner. He was very efficient. He’d even had Pete fax over his medical papers showing her he was clean, then he’d pulled out his own and had her look at them. Good ole Bryan had already informed Garner she was clean. She’d have to watch what she told Nora from now on. As nosy as her friends were, she still loved them.

  Watching Garner, she thought back on the afternoon. They had spent a lot of time in the kitchen getting ready for tonight. Food had been cooked, and Jell-O shots had been made. Pete would be staying in the spare bedroom tonight. That way they could all safely have a few drinks or shots without endangering anyone.

  Snuggling in closer to Garner, she relished how good it felt to be in his arms. They had worked well together in the kitchen, cooking, sampling food, laughing, and kissing. The time they’d spent together today had been real good. She had learned some interesting things about him. He had told her he used to be the manager for a chain of restaurants, then he’d done well on the stock market, and now he just watched the market and his money. They had exchanged ages while he was giving her a breast massage. She’d told him she was thirty and had almost missed his age of thirty-three when he’d gone down and sucked her nipple into his mouth. Her life had changed dramatically since she’d met him.

  She was getting the hang of, and even liked, being naked around him. Out of the blue he would lean down and suckle a nipple or kiss her lips until her knees gave way.

  The ringing of the doorbell alerted them to Pete’s arrival.

  Garner raised a brow and looked down at her.

  “Where would you like me, Sir?” There was no way in hell she was going to give him a reason to punish her again. He was extremely good at doling out punishment. A shiver shot down her spine at the remembrance of her being tied down and begging him to fuck her. He was the only man she’d ever known who could make her beg for it.

  A smile turned up the corners of his lips. “I’d like you to stay right where you are, little sub.”

  Nervous excitement fluttered through her stomach. She could do this. That morning she hadn’t looked at Pete. She’d been too upset. Legs closed, hands on her thighs, head titled down, she watched through her lashes a
s Pete entered the house. He was shorter than Garner by a few inches, but still way taller than her. Dark brown hair curled around the collar of his shirt. Low riding jeans showed off his slender waist and strong legs to perfection.

  Biting her lower lip, she sat still as a statue. Heat bloomed across her cheeks. Pete had already seen her naked, but she couldn’t stop the warmth from coloring her cheeks. Garner took Pete’s coat and hung it in the closet by the door. Both men strolled with easy gaits into the living room.

  Reaching out, Garner snagged her wrist and pulled her from the couch. “Pete, this lovely new sub is Dara. Dara, this is Pete. He’s a close friend of mine. I want you to kneel proudly before him with your legs spread wide.”

  She remembered the submissive poses they had gone over earlier in the day. Dara knew what he wanted. Now all she had to do was make herself do it in front of Pete. Stomach twisted in a tight knot, she licked her lips then turned to Pete and smoothly knelt before him.

  “Spread your legs wider, little sub,” Garner instructed.

  Keeping her eyes on her thighs she did as he commanded. Heat shot across her cheeks. Pete could see all her charms.

  Pete circled her slowly, reaching out to touch her with a gentle hand every so often. A caress on her arm, thigh, or shoulder, she never knew where or when. “She is very lovely, and she handled me touching her very well. Never even broke pose. The pink blush on her cheeks is very becoming. You are a lucky man, getting to train this little treasure.”

  “That I am, Pete, that I am.” Garner stepped in front of her. “Rise.”

  Getting to her feet, she stood in front of him with her hands behind her back, feet shoulder width apart, and head tilted slightly down.

  “You did very well, little sub. Let’s go to the kitchen and get some of the food and drinks we made earlier, plus one Jell-O shot apiece to start out.”

  As they walked away, she heard Pete drop down onto the couch. Once in the kitchen, Garner asked, “How are you handling being touched by another man so far?”

  Her heart melted a little more. “I’m fine. Pete seems nice.”

  “He is. I’m glad you are okay with him, because he will be touching you a lot tonight. At times, a Master will share his sub with another Master he likes and respects. I respect Pete and want him to help in training you. Are you comfortable with that?”

  “I’m nervous, but I trust you, as a friend of Bryan’s, to take care of me.”

  “Good answer. Never trust people who are not in your circle of friends. Would you like to call Bryan and ask him about Pete?” Garner stroked her arm lovingly as he intently watched her.

  Love stronger than ever blossomed in her core. “I don’t need to call him. I trust you.”

  “Good, I won’t let anything bad happen to you. Now let’s get back to our guest.” Garner pulled a tray out of the fridge and handed it to her then pulled one out to carry himself. “We can put these on the end tables. I have plans for the coffee table.”

  After putting his tray down, Garner handed them all a Jell-O shot. Raising his, he said, “To new adventures and new friends.”

  Dara followed suit and sucked hers down a second after Garner and Pete. Those things were good but dangerous. It was a good thing no one was leaving Garner’s tonight.

  Seeing that the men were seated on the couch, Dara turned to sit in one of the large leather chairs.

  “Uh-uh, little sub.” Garner patted the small space between him and Pete.

  Moving to them, she sat down. Both men spread their legs a little wider so that their thighs brushed hers. The intimate feel of both their hard bodies pressed up against hers had her nipples pebbling.

  As the minutes ticked by and the men didn’t pounce, Dara started to relax and watch the fight. Just as it was getting good, Garner asked, “Would you go get Pete and me a shot of beer. The shot glasses are on the counter, you can’t miss them. Just open a can of beer and pour us a shot. We don’t want to drink too much.”

  Dara had to hold back a disgruntled remark. The fight was just getting good, and he wanted her to get them a shot of beer. Who the hell ever drank a shot of beer? Reminding herself she was training to be a good sub, she pushed herself off the couch and went to get their shots of beer. Good grief.

  Returning to the men, she handed them their shots then plopped down between them to watch the fight.

  “Thank you, little sub.” Garner patted her leg, making her feel good about getting them their stupid little shots of beer.

  By the time she sat down, the fighter she’d been rooting for was getting his arm raised as the winner. The next fighters came out, and the announcer quickly gave a little background about each one. “I’ve seen Martinez fight before, he’s good. I don’t know anything about Sanza.”

  Garner raised a brow. “Does Martinez fight better standing or on the ground?”

  Getting into it, she replied, “On the ground, I’ve seen him get out of some interesting positions.”

  Pete agreed. “Yeah, he’s a good ground fighter.”

  The fighters circled each other for a few minutes, throwing random punches and kicks, then Martinez bulldozed Sanza to the ground and pinned him.

  “I’m thirsty. Could you go get me another shot of beer?” Pete asked sweetly.

  “Me, too,” Garner added.

  Wanting to scream, Dara controlled herself and took their shot glasses into the kitchen and filled them as quickly as possible.

  She came back and quickly handed the men their glasses.

  “Could you go get us some chips? I want some dip but forgot to bring the chips,” Garner said in a begging tone.

  Unbelievable! How could she watch the fights with these two babies? Gritting her teeth, she went and got the chips.

  Handing them to Garner, she plopped down in time to see Martinez getting his arm raised as the winner. She wanted to kill Garner. Maybe now that they were happily eating she could watch the next whole fight.

  Two new fighters she’d never seen before came out next. They both looked rough and tough. The one in red trunks looked a little leaner, maybe he’d win. “I’m rooting for the one in the red trunks.”

  Garner and Pete started talking about the weather. The weather of all things. Couldn’t they see that two badass men were getting down and dirty. Just when the fighting was getting intense, Garner changed the channel to the weather station.

  Unable to stop herself, she whipped her head around and stared hard at him. “I thought we were watching the fights? What the hell is this?”

  “We are watching the fights, but Pete and I wanted to check the weather real fast. It never hurts to know what’s going on. What if a blizzard was about to hit?”

  After a couple of long, irritating moments, Dara stated, “Can you turn it back to the fights now? Obviously, there is no blizzard about to hit this cabin.”

  “Sure, my little sub.” Garner pointed the remote at the TV and changed the channel back to the fight.

  To her great disappointment, two totally different fighters were in the ring. Now she didn’t know if the one in the red trunks had won or not. She made a mental note to never watch the fights with these two channel-changing, shot-glass-drinking Neanderthals again.

  Settling back, she tried to relax as the next fighters continued. Several kicks, punches, and throws later, she was at the edge of her seat again, this time rooting for the one in the blue trunks. Just as her man was looking like he was going to win, Pete’s voice cut through the concentrated stare she had on the fighters. Feeling Garner pat her leg, she pursed her lips and looked at him through narrowed eyes.

  “Pete asked for another drink. I could use one myself, little sub.”

  Hands clenched, she leaped to her feet. Counting to ten mentally, she bit back a harsh retort and headed for the kitchen. Taking a deep breath, she tried to tell herself subs did this kind of stuff all the time. This was a learning lesson—subs should never get absorbed in whatever was on TV unless her evil, controlling, as
shole deluxe Master and his friends were out of the fucking country.

  Returning, she handed them their shots then sat back down. She didn’t even get the seat warmed back up before Garner asked, “Little sub, could you go get us all a Jell-O shot?”

  That did it. Leaping to her feet, she turned on Garner and gritted out, “Snow.”

  “What was that, little sub? I didn’t hear you. Did you say blow? I’d love you to blow me after you get back from getting my Jell-O shot.” Garner looked over at Pete. “She is such a sweet little sub.”

  Murder, that’s what ran through her mind. She’d love to murder him right now. Not wanting to go to prison, she glared at Garner. “Snow, snow, snow, and more fucking snow on top of that snow.” Shifting her eyes at Pete, she noted that he was watching the fight as if nothing were happening. Looking back at Garner, she ground out, “I’d like to see you in the kitchen where you can see the snow real well from the window.”

  Turning on her heel, she didn’t even look back to see if he was following her. Hot damn, she was pissed. No way in hell was that big oaf ordering her around a second longer. The sex was great, but it wasn’t worth it. Her heart ached in loss. It was her own fault. She should have guarded her heart with the intensity of a parent hiding presents from a snoopy child.

  Anger was quickly turning into sorrow. With sad eyes, she watched him walk into the room.

  In a ballsy move, he walked straight up to her and scooped her up in his strong arms. “I’m proud of you, little sub. You stood your ground just like I hoped you would.” He set her on her feet and looked down into her shocked face.

  “What are you talking about?”

  “I set you up to see if you’d let me walk all over you. Being submissive does not mean you have to totally give up your personality and become the puppet of a dominant. I would have been very sad if you’d let us ruin your night. A loving, caring Dom would never kill his or her sub’s joy the way we did tonight unless it was for punishment that was well deserved. Part of my sub training is to teach a sub the difference between a caring Dom and a mean Dom. A good sub is always attentive to her Dom’s needs but never to the point that she becomes miserable. Remember your pleasure and your pain should be one with your Master’s, if you are in pain and he doesn’t care, you need to leave him immediately. Do you understand that, little sub?” Garner’s thumb soothingly stroked her wrist, and his dark eyes searched hers.