BegMe (13 page)

As they entered the house, the husky tones of rock singer
Chris Cornell wafted through the air. People milled around, drinking, talking.
It was like any normal party if you ignored the outfits and the people walking
around attached to collars and leashes.

“Remember, you’re a submissive tonight. You do what I tell
you, when I tell you. No arguments.”

He turned to her, his green eyes boring into hers. He looked
lethal, dangerous, commanding and dominant. She was glad he’d allowed her to
wear panties. Cream flowed from her pussy, and Tessa was left in no doubt about
her sexual attraction to a dominant, alpha male.

He eased the shawl from her shoulders, baring her breasts to
the cool air. She hissed as her nipples tightened.

Jared ran his palm down her arm. “You are mine, Tessa. Don’t
ever forget that.”

Stunned at the conviction and passion in his voice, she
shook her head. “I won’t.”

Taking her hand, he led her through the small crowd. Tessa
looked around. She couldn’t help it. There was a variety of people in an
assortment of costumes. Just like Inferno
,
there was a lot of leather.

One submissive female wore a halter bra and leather panties.
Her puffy peach nipples were exposed to her Master’s touch. Every few seconds,
he pinched them and a look of pure rapture appeared on Halter Woman’s face. Her
jaw slackened and her eyes closed.

“Why, Jared, darling, what have you brought us this
evening?”

Jared stopped. His hand tightened around Tessa’s. “Lydia,
you know I always bring y’all something tasty.”

Jared blocked her view. He leaned down and Tessa heard the
smack of kisses on the other woman’s cheeks. She resisted the urge to growl.
She narrowed her eyes and tried to get a glimpse of the woman attached to the
voice. Jared had reverted back to his heavy Texan twang, and Tessa wondered if
it was part of the gameplay or if he did it to charm the ladies.

The woman, Lydia, clucked her teeth, and Tessa wished Jared
wasn’t so damn broad.

“Let me introduce you.” He finally stepped out the way and
she got a good look at Lydia.

The woman was a tall, knockout redhead. Legs up to her ass,
perky round breasts encased in a sexy midnight-blue corset, long, curly auburn
hair and dazzling green eyes. Tessa hated the woman on sight.

Jared pulled her forward. “Lydia, I’d like you meet my new
partner, Tessa.”

Lydia eyed her up and down, lingering on her nipples. Tessa
fought the urge to shift her feet, her cheeks heating with embarrassment and
fury.

“Well, she is a tasty thing.” Lydia stroked Jared’s arm
intimately. “But you haven’t had her long.”

Jared raised an eyebrow. “What makes you say that?”

“She still has that…defiant look in her eye.”

He gave her a wicked grin. “Sugar, you know that’ll change.”

Tessa wouldn’t have thought it possible but Lydia blushed.
Oh yeah, she really hated this woman. A scathing comment lingered on the edge
of her tongue. She stopped herself from speaking it. This was Jared’s night.
She would be what he needed. And he needed her to be quiet.

A blond man crawled up to Lydia. He nuzzled her ankles and
offered up a metal chain attached to a satin collar tied around his neck. Her
gaze never left Jared’s, but Lydia reached down, took the leash and patted the
blond guy’s head. “This is my latest. Gorgeous, isn’t he?”

Tessa shuddered. She could never be reduced to that level of
submission. To her it was humiliation. Degradation didn’t appeal to her on any
level, let alone sexually.

“He’s certainly something.”

Excusing them, Jared led them to a quiet corner. He sat in a
plush white-leather chair and pulled her into his lap. “You doing okay?”

She wanted to scream, shout and tell him no, she wasn’t
okay. Her fears clawed at the surface, demanding attention. She felt way out of
her depth. Uncomfortable at being on display, she wanted to go hide in a
cupboard. Could she ever be that submissive? Panic warred with the need to
support Jared.

Jared, the man who broke down her boundaries, weaved his way
into her heart. He needed her to do this. Pushing aside her doubts, she focused
on him. She remembered walking behind him minutes ago. The way the leather
cupped his ass cheeks, making his rear look pert and biteable. Desire replaced
fear. She’d come a long way in such a short time, partly due to Jared’s
steadfast influence. Tessa’s heart swelled with pride at her own achievement.
She could do this for him.

She fixed him with an intimate smile and leaned down,
whispering in his ear, “I know you’re supposed to be the
Master
, and I’m
the good little submissive, so I guess I can’t feel your cock through those
pants?”

Jared growled, his hands tightening on her body. “You, my
girl, are in for a spanking.”

She loved the thrill of anticipation, more so with Jared. He
was exciting, enticing, sensual and seductive. In one week their arrangement
would come to an end. Tessa couldn’t imagine being without him.

Taking her hand, he pushed her gently. She stood and looked
down at him, puzzled as to what he wanted. They’d only just arrived.

“You’re in for a spanking. Right now.”

Her pussy heated, clenched and released a gush of moisture.
Juice trickled down her thighs. Her heart pounded. What did he have planned? A
public spanking? No, he wouldn’t do that to her yet. She wasn’t ready. He knew
her well enough to know she wouldn’t be able to handle that.

She kept her eyes downcast. He led her through the small
crowd, whispered something to Lydia and drew her into a large, ordinary
bedroom.

“Look at me, Tessa.”

His finger lifted her chin and she met his warm, green
stare. Such intensity, such passion and adoration. It took her breath away.

“I’m going to spank you. I’m going to paddle your pretty
little ass until the cheeks are on fire. Would you like that, Tessa?”

Her nostrils flared as she inhaled. It lifted her heavy
breasts. She wanted him to reach out and touch them, pinch her nipples, ease
the ache in the tight little buds.

She nodded. “Yes, Master.”

His eyes widened, his pupils dilated. She knew he was
pleased with her answer. Pleasing him sent tiny shivers of pride down her
spine. She was learning to be a good submissive.

“Do you trust me, Tessa?” The question was more of a plea.
Desperation flashed in his eyes.

Despite the niggling doubts, she did trust him. He would
never hurt her or humiliate her. Needing to soothe some of his discomfort, she
pressed a hand to his cheek and smiled. “I trust you, Master.”

The door clicked open. In walked Lydia and her slave.

Tessa blinked. Panic bubbled to the surface. So it
was
going to be a public spanking. Shit. The only public spanking she’d received
had been at Inferno and she’d run. What if she couldn’t handle it? What if she
embarrassed Jared, and herself? Her pulse rate spiked. Her breathing hitched.

“Tessa.” His hand slipped over hers and she forced herself
to look at him. “For me, Tessa. I promise no one else. Lydia is a friend. It’s
part of your submission. I want you to do this for me.”

She blinked, unsure. “Why?”

“Because this will be your final act of complete
submission.”

She would do this for him. And herself. She’d spent years
craving something and now she had it. She had Jared. A kind, caring Dominant
who made her insane with desire.

She nodded her consent.

Lydia sat in a corner chair, her slave at her feet. Tessa
threw her a glance and the other woman rewarded her with a small smile.
Grateful for the encouragement, Tessa smiled back. Maybe Lydia wasn’t as much
of a bitch as she’d originally thought.

“I want you to climb on the bed and kneel on all fours.
Stick your ass out.”

Jared’s voice dragged her away from her thoughts. She did as
he commanded. Sticking out her ass for an audience made her feel vulnerable.
Heat flushed her face, yet her body burned. Her nipples tightened, beaded into
tight pearls. Her clit swelled.

She locked eyes with Lydia. The woman stroked her slave’s
hair. Was that anticipation etched on her face?

Jared caressed her ass cheeks. His fingers kneaded the
flesh. His rough touch sent licks of fire burning in her pussy and she let out
a small keening sound.

His fingers dipped inside her pussy, spread her juices
around her lips, and she pushed back against his hand.

“Good girl, Tessa. Already wet for me. Just the way I like
you.”

She was unprepared for the sharp slap that cracked across
her ass. Pain lanced through her nerve endings, setting them alight. Her body
stiffened. She sucked in a huge gulp of air and held her breath, riding out the
pain. When the sting lessened, she exhaled, released her muscles. Pleasure and
a dull ache replaced the hurt.

A wooden hairbrush came into her view.

“This is what I’m using, Tessa. A plain old hairbrush. Every
time you brush your hair, I want you to think of me. I want you to imagine me
doing this, spanking your tight little ass. I want you to touch your clit, rub
your pussy and get nice and wet for me. Every time, Tessa. Every time.”

She nodded. Jared moved behind her again and rained blow
after blow on her delicate skin.

Her mind blanked. Her pussy pulsed with every smack.

Crack. Crack. Crack.

She wanted him to stop. She never wanted to him to stop.
Emotions raged, warred. Her body burned with need. All that mattered was the
sharp sting of wood on her ass. She rode the pain, her body flooded with
adrenaline and endorphins. Her mind floated, caught up in the sensation. All her
thought processes vanished.

She wasn’t Tessa, just a conduit for pleasure. A thing to be
used any way her Master saw fit.

His fingers on her skin, soothing the fire. Rubbing
something cooling onto her ass. She gasped, blinked, inhaled.

Lydia licked her lips and tightened her hand in her slave’s
hair. “Beautiful.”

Was she talking about the man at her feet? Or her?

She didn’t care. She was Tessa Connolly. Sex therapist.
Submissive. She wanted to cry, to sing with joy.

Ahhh. Subspace.
She’d read about this.

Jared’s hand touched her pussy, gently caressed the lips. He
avoided her clit, which made Tessa moan with frustration. His erotic
ministrations were rewarded with a rush of cream. She teetered on the edge. Her
clit throbbed. She needed relief, needed him to soothe the hardened bud like he
had her burning ass.

“Please, Master. Please, I’m begging you.”

His fingertip worried her clit, hard and fast. She squeezed
her eyes closed and concentrated, focused on the tingling sensation between her
thighs.

“Come, Tessa. Come.”

Three words were all it took. His rough, commanding voice
telling her to come tightened her pussy and pushed her over the edge. She rode
the orgasm. Shudders racked her body. Her arms gave way and she collapsed onto
the bed, mind and body numb.

“Good girl. You’re my good girl.” The bed dipped as Jared
climbed up beside her. He wrapped her body in his and placed gentle kisses on
her forehead.

His words soothed her soul and she smiled. All her fears had
been pushed aside. She was a submissive. She was his.

“Jared, great to see you again. And what do we have here?
You found a little something to whet your appetite again?”

Tessa looked up into the eyes of a dark-haired man. His
smile wasn’t sexy, it looked predatory. After the spanking session, Jared had
taken her back downstairs to the party. Looking at this man, she wished he
hadn’t.

“Nick, good to see you again.” From the forced joviality of
Jared’s tone, Tessa doubted this was true.

“We were beginning to think you’d given up the scene for
good. What’s it been, almost a year?”

Jared nodded. “Sure has.”

Nick’s gaze swung to Tessa’s breasts. His tongue snaked out
to touch his upper lip, making her cringe. “Always the best for you. Although,
would you be willing to share this one like the last? I remember how she
squealed and begged for more when I fucked her.”

Tessa’s heart sank. Jared had shared his last partner? Was
this a regular occurrence? Her mind ran through his earlier comments. She was
supposed to do everything he asked. He wouldn’t ask her to have sex with this
man, would he?

“She looks like a fiery thing. What say we teach her what
BDSM is really about?” Nick ran his hand across her shoulder, down her arm.

Tessa flinched.

“What say you loan her out to me for the evening, like you
used to? Huh, Jared? What do you say, do we have a deal?”

Nick’s words floored her. Waves of nausea rolled through
her. She looked at Jared, willing him to speak. His silence made panic bubble
to the surface. Why wasn’t he telling this asshole where to go?

Deals. Arrangements. Had Jared been grooming her for this?
For some double-time fuck with his friend? Hurt and outrage overwhelmed Tessa
as she waited for Jared’s reply. He’d humiliated her, just like her fiancé.

She looked at Jared. He refused to meet her gaze. He looked
guilty.

When Jared failed to tell Nick a flat-out no, Tessa had her
answer. He’d planned this, planned exactly what she’d always feared. How could
she have been so stupid? Her heart broke.

Tears prickled at the back of her eyes but she refused to let
them flow. She refused to let the bastard know she cared. She’d been so damn
stupid, thinking this arrangement could work out between them. He’d used her
and she’d fallen for it. Her desires had clouded her judgment. She’d allowed
submission to get in the way of her common sense. Stupid.

She needed to gain some control, forget this whole sorry
mess. But first she needed to leave.

She straightened her spine and spoke one, solitary word.
“Pandora.”