If he didn’t get on with it, he’d need to masturbate in another room. Two gorgeous subs, both awaiting his pleasure… He’d need less than a dozen strokes to shoot his load. What kind of restraint was that?
He affixed the weights, loving the way each of Logan’s pebbles felt in their sack. The man sucked in a steadying breath before expressing his gratitude. “May the sub suck Master’s cock to show his appreciation?”
“You can take your punishment. Reach for the floor.” Jack focused his attention on his motions as he removed his belt, knowing if he didn’t, he’d fumble like a first-time Dom. He wanted Sinead to see nothing but confidence. “How many? Be specific.”
“Eight, if it pleases Master.”
“Eight it is.” He pulled the belt free of the last loop. He doubled it over. “Do you see, Sinead, how he answers direct questions?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
He took a step back to admire Logan and his tight buttocks. He noticed Sinead watching.
The weights swung, pulling down Logan’s balls.
“That has to hurt,” Sinead said, shifting on the bench.
“Is it painful, sub?” he asked, tugging on the metal weights.
“Indeed, Sir. It is. But I find pleasure in Master’s pleasure. If it pleases Sir to subject his lowly sub to pain, then your sub is pleased.”
He knew the man meant it.
Logan hadn’t broken position, despite the obvious pain, and his hands were firmly wrapped around his ankles.
Jack steadied himself. He never approached a sub without being in total control. “You may avert your gaze,” he said to Sinead. “Or you may watch.”
“I…”
He laid the leather blisteringly across his man’s buttocks.
He sighed. “Thank you, Sir.”
There was such a difference between Sinead’s begrudging words of thanks and his man’s heartfelt gratitude.
Jack placed the next searingly in the same spot.
“Sir is so masterful. Thank you.”
He looked at Sinead. Her eyes were wide and unblinking. She seemed somewhat transfixed, and not at all in a bad way.
He moved the next lower then lower still. On the seventh, he caught Logan below his buttocks.
“Sir! Thank you! Jesus, Mary and Joseph, Sir, you make me want to come, cock ring or no.”
“Mayhap this will help.” He tempered the next one. And he knew Logan knew what to expect. With the tip of his belt, he caught Logan’s testicles. Logan’s knees buckled, but Jack saw his cock straining against its confining ring.
“Thank you, Sir.” The man choked on a sob.
“Spread your legs wider.”
Unquestioningly he did as instructed.
Jack was aware of Sinead following his every move as he placed his belt on a hook protruding from the wall. He washed his hands in the small sink before lubing his forefinger and returning to slowly sink deep in Logan’s arse in order to manipulate the man’s prostate.
“I need to come, Master.”
“Not a chance,” he snapped. He reached between the man’s legs and gave his cock another squeeze to discourage the erection. Between his grip and cock ring, the man’s penis stayed mostly flaccid. Jack continued to press against Logan’s most sensitive spot until he knew the man could take no more. “Stand up.”
“Thank you, Sir.” He moved gingerly, his shoulders slightly hunched against the pain from the weights.
“I’m going to remove the weights but leave the ring.”
“If it pleases Master.”
He held the man’s testicles and removed the weight with care. Logan’s knees buckled again, but he whispered, “Thank you.”
“Your choice, Logan. You can kneel to one side while you recover or you can assist me in beating Sinead.”
Chapter Nine
Sinead’s heart thundered.
She’d watched things between Jack and Logan, shocked, stunned, unable to look away. Logan’s responsiveness had been elegant, something she doubted she’d ever achieve. Logan was a true submissive. She was definitely a novice with barely a toe in the water.
Jack came over to her. He crouched next to her.
Damn, with his dark hair and genuine concern in his deep blue eyes, she suddenly felt cared for. There was something about the way he looked at her, as if he could see all her secrets. “How’re you doing?” he asked with his rich, deep voice.
If the devil were trying to entice a lass, he’d sound just like Jack.
Any other time, any other place, under any other circumstances, she’d have fallen for this man. If they’d met on the road and he’d introduced her to BDSM, she’d have been hooked. He was tough, unyielding, taking her where she wanted to go. He combined that with an amazing capacity for tenderness. She knew he was watching her completely, gauging her reaction.
He’d had his man clamp her nipples, and he’d encouraged Logan to apply more and more pressure before setting the clamps. There’d been safety in knowing how closely he was paying attention, looking for signs of genuine distress, but pushing when she might have otherwise said no out of fear of the unknown. With him, as closely as he kept an eye on her, she might never need to use her safe word.
She was learning to trust her nemesis.
“Sinead?”
She wanted to answer but suddenly couldn’t find the words.
“Do you want to stop?”
She seriously considered her answer for a few seconds. On a scale of one to ten, she was close to a seven as far as being uncomfortable and out of her league. But there was another part of her that was turned on. Watching the interplay between the men had been erotic beyond anything she’d ever imagined.
“If you’re too nervous, we can stop. Or you can utilise that uncertainty, those butterflies in your stomach, to increase the tension in this scene. Remember, you’re always in control. Logan and I have played together for years. He knows his safe word and is free to use it. He’s an experienced sub. We didn’t start where we are. You’ll progress as well. I’d never subject you to that type of beating. I don’t expect that kind of response from you. It takes a while to get where Logan is. And I’ll be as patient as you need.”
“Sir?”
He brushed strands of hair back from her face.
That always undid her, the combination of ruthlessness and tenderness.
“Yes, little sub?”
“With all due respect… Can we damn well get on with it?”
He grinned.
Her heart did a funny little flutter in her chest.
He stood. “Right, then,” he said, all business, all Dom.
He pulled his shirt over his head. His chest was a kilometre wide, and a smattering of hair trailed downward. His biceps were rippled. A very womanly part of her recognised that this man could protect her. That had never mattered to her before, but suddenly it did. What might it be like to not have to carry the load all alone?
He unfastened the button at the waist of his trousers. He wasn’t wearing anything beneath the fabric. Heaven help her.
He dropped his pants and toed off his shoes, leaving them in a heap that Logan instantly gathered up.
Seeing Jack there, aroused in magnificent glory, his cock aggressively jutting towards her, she felt her pussy moisten.
“How many strokes for your impertinence, Miss?”
“Eight, Sir.” That sounded like a good number…it was the same number he’d chosen for Logan’s punishment.
“Ten it is. The two crimes aren’t exactly the same,” he continued as if reading her mind. “Logan simply moved a bit slow. You deliberately challenged my authority. Twelve or sixteen is more appropriate.”
Following Logan’s lead, she said, “If it pleases Sir.”
“Quick learner,” Logan approved.
She was terribly aware of everything from the warmth in the room to the slight discomfort of having her knees in their support, to having her wrists secured so tightly to the bench. Her arse was lewdly on display with a plug stuffed up there. Her nipples didn’t hurt nearly as much as they had even a few minutes ago, probably because they were numb.
But the small discomforts seemed to heighten her arousal.
She felt rather than saw Jack move around to the rear of the bench and take the flogger from where he’d draped it across her shoulders. “I’m going to have Logan warm you up a bit,” he told her. “You can trust him as much as you do me. I will be your disciplinarian, never anyone else. But since you’ve experienced something unusual today, I don’t want to just begin your punishment. It’s a mercy to be warmed up.”
Her beating would be significantly more than eight blows, and that was a mercy?
Jack continued, “It will put you in the right frame of mind, bring circulation to the area so that there are fewer chances for any bruising. You’ll be able to take a greater punishment. You’ll crave it.”
She expelled a disbelieving cough.
“Are you ready?”
She actually wasn’t sure. She cleared her throat. “Yes, Sir.”
“Commence, Logan. I’ll let you know when she’s had enough.”
Involuntarily she clenched her buttocks.
“It’ll go easier on you if you relax,” Logan told her.
Easy for him to say.
He trailed the leather strands up the inside of her right thigh then her left. He allowed the tips to play across her lower back and her arse.
She began to move a bit, as much as the restraints would allow. She closed her eyes. Unbelievably the coldness of dread receded and was replaced with supple awareness.
The blows that landed on her thighs and arse cheeks were gentle and seductive, making something blossom inside her.
After a couple of minutes, she seemed to relax into his rhythm. The leather throngs seemed to lick at her skin in an unfulfilling tease.
She felt soothing fingers on her spine and across her shoulders. She didn’t know who was touching her, and it didn’t matter. Her body was tingling with desire.
She relaxed into the whip’s caress and she wanted more, wanted an orgasm. She was ready to scream from the pleasure. “Thank you,” she murmured, not sure if anyone heard her.
“That’s a good girl,” Logan said. “You’re turning a lovely shade of pink. You’re nearly ready for the Master’s punishment, I should say.”
“Indeed.”
The light beating stopped. She was all but panting. Her skin was damp from perspiration while her nether region was burning from desire.
Her buttocks were being pried apart. Then she felt firmness against her pussy.
A jolt of something akin to electricity shot through her. “What…?” Oh God. Jack or maybe Logan was there, between her legs, eating out her pussy.
She was going to die and be happy to be on her way.
She was grateful to be secured so tightly to the bench. She was able to let go, to enjoy the experience, not fighting fate or herself. “May I come?” she asked.
There was no response.
She dug her fingernails into her palms as distraction. She’d learned already that no response meant no.
She tried to crawl away from the exquisite torture, but firm hands drew her back the few centimetres that she’d moved. “Please, please, please. Please may I come, Sir?”
There was no response, just harder pressure against her already swollen clit.
“Begging,” she told him. “This is me begging!”
“You may come, sub.”
She thrust back her hips, demanding additional pressure. Whoever was there responded, inserting a couple of fingers into her pussy and licking her hard. She screamed out her orgasm, and through her tiny drinks of oxygen, she expressed her appreciation.
“Now,” Jack said, “you’re ready.”
Still dazed, she barely registered the first few blows. Unless she’d experienced it, she would never have believed it possible to be so saturated with pleasure that you didn’t notice the pain.
“Please count.”
The words registered, barely.
“I need to be sure you’re with me, Sinead. Please count.”
With him? She was pretty sure she wasn’t. She wasn’t sure where she was, but right here, right now…? No.
“That was four,” Jack prompted.
“Four,” she repeated dutifully.
Because her body was afire, his punishment strikes only intensified the need inside her.
He waited an interminable amount of time. “I’m ready, Sir.”
He dragged out the anticipation. “Breathe,” he told her.
“I’m okay.”
“I want you fully in your body, fully aware.”
She preferred to be floating in the ether. Even fine Irish whisky had never had this kind of effect on her.
He crouched next to her once again.