Burn for Cowboy (Stampede Sizzlers) (4 page)

Well, at least she knew where they were. Stealth was a club alright. And it was all about BDSM. A woman was tied up in ropes above the entryway. She was naked. Another woman walked beneath her, flicked her wrist and the snap of a whip made Meri jump.  The bound woman cried out in pleasure, her body writhing in the ropes.

“Holy shit,” Meri whispered as she gazed around. Finally she turned to face Mike. His head was tilted as he gazed at the woman tied up. He had mentioned clubs before, arousing her curiosity. Now here they were.

He looked down at her and ran his thumb over her opened mouth. “I used to be friends with the one of owners,” he said softly. “It’s just like my room, little love, only with more people. Shall we look around?”

She nodded slowly, turning so she could gaze up at the woman above the floor. She was just out of reach of hands. A blatant statement of you can look, you can play with but you cannot touch. Her own wrists tingled at the sight of the knots and rope wrapped around the naked woman. She looked like a mermaid who had been caught in a fishing net, all that was missing was her tail.

A Dom walked beneath, reaching his arm up and trailing the crop he held along the woman’s back. No pain was given, just a teasing hint of the power he had. Goosebumps slid up her own spine as she watched him.

Mike’s hands stroked down her arms then settled on her waist. “Shall we go in?”

She nodded and they walked under the woman. A man leaned against the wall, his arms folded as he watched from behind his black mask. She should’ve felt over dressed in the open room Mike guided her into. There were naked men and women but some were dressed. Everything from jeans to corsets to suits to costumes. Anything went here, apparently. Just like the sex.

It was sinful decadence, she realized, leaning against Mike. Cries of pain, cries of arousal, barks of whips and crops, and conversation created an erotic orchestra. Against her ass, Mike was aroused, his hands always moving on her body as they watched.

“Do you want to go play too?” His voice was a low rumble of temptation, his hands sliding down to her thighs. Her pussy clenched. Before them a woman was being worked over with a crop. She was bent over a waist high bench, her arms in bondage cuffs and chained to the floor. Her back was decorated in red stripes from neck to ankles. A tube of lipstick sat on the bench.

Watching her be cropped made Meri’s thighs tighten as she grew wet with arousal, with envy. She nodded once and Mike eased her around so she sprawled against his chest. He leaned against the wall and he watched her, only her. His hands stroked up her back and once more she felt him ease the zipper open. Slowly he drew the dress up until she felt warm air on her ass, against her aching pussy. Against her thighs she felt the fabric of his pants, his belt buckle pressed into her belly. The silky satiny texture of his tie brushed her breasts and finally the dress was gone. “Rossi,” he said, handing it over to a blue masked body who appeared.

Mike lowered his head and kissed her slowly. She was naked to a room of strangers. She knew they were there but all she could see was Mike.

Lips brushed her scars and she jumped in shock. A man knelt there, his eyes hidden behind a mask with a small scripty letter
s
by his eye. Once again he kissed her thigh, rolled to his feet and walked away. It wasn’t sexual. Just a kiss to make it feel better.

 Mike lowered his head and kissed her cheek then he guided her into the room. As they walked by the girl being cropped, she cried out her orgasm. A man reached out, picked up the tube of lipstick and drew a red line on her breast. There were a lot of lines.

Meri stopped when Mike did. He picked up some cuffs that were on a tray held by a club employee. Her own arousal grew. Mike wrapped the cuff around one wrist then the other. He looked strong and overwhelming in his suit. He clasped the cuffs together, winked at her then stretched her arms above her head until they were attached to a chain dangling from the ceiling.

“You are,” he said as his hands slid down her arms to cup her breasts, “breathtaking, little love.” Her nipples were hard from all the stimulation around them but mostly because of him. Leaning down, he drew one aching tip into his mouth causing her to cry out. His tongue flicked and circled, his hands moving down to her waist. He knelt at her feet and pressed a kiss to the scar under her belly button. Cuffs were wrapped around her ankles and he spread her legs open. His breath teased her clit and brushed over the damp, aching flesh of her pussy. He kissed her thigh then looked up at her. “Shall we play?”

He grinned at her nod then rolled to his feet in a graceful movement. She watched him walk away. He removed his suit jacket and handed it to an employee. His fingers brushed over a collection of crops and her belly tightened. Not in fear though. He may frighten her heart but not because of this. Never this.

Another mouth pressed against her thigh and she jumped in surprise. She looked down to see a female this time, wearing the same kind of mask as the others. S, she thought, for submissive. A collar was at the woman’s neck and attached to that was a leash. An honest to goodness leash. It was tugged and the woman crawled away. There was a butt plug in her ass and Meri giggled to see it, because it looked like a dog’s tail. Wagging as she crawled.

Mike returned with a riding crop. The flat of leather was brushed over her nipples and she gazed into his brown eyes. His lips curled upwards as his wrist flicked. The strike wasn’t hard but a sting blossomed from her breast and she gasped out in pleasure. He made her body dance with joy when they were like this. All her uncertainties and fears couldn’t withstand this man when he was like this. He drew a curving line to her hip and delivered another short, snapping strike. Her belly, the inside of her left thigh, her calf, her other breast, her pussy. All were given the same flicks until there were no females crawling on the floor like a dog, no other men. Just Mike.

Only Mike.

“May I?”

The voice dragged her out of her head and she watched a man crouch down. Fingers brushed over her scars and she tried to pull away. “Gently,” he murmured then leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to the mess of skin. Against her back she felt Mike’s weight. Tears spilled as the Dom stood, nodded at Mike then walked away.

“Do you know why I love your scars so much? They are a testimony to the pain you can take. Can you take the pain I give you? Let it wash over your body from a strike, a slash, a cut. And with each pain I give you, my little submissive, I’d take it away from you. So this,” his hand caressed over the scar on her ribs, “doesn’t hurt. This,” he traced the one on her side, “doesn’t bleed. This,” he sought the small scar on her abdomen, “makes that empty ache go away.” A tear slid down her cheek and he caught it on his tongue. “And this,” he caressed her thigh, “will make you fly.

“I will take your pain from you, little love. Take it from you one lash at a time, each cry from your mouth. I will take it into me,” Another tear fell and he let it slide, freeing a hot ache within her. “Where it will stay, forever. Because what hurts you isn’t allowed. The only pain you feel comes from me because you know I will take it from you with a kiss.”

He eased around her and kissed her, a slow deep kiss she felt all the way to her fragile heart.
Tell him,
her broken heart whispered, her tongue meeting every brush of his. He ran the handle of the crop under her chin, the smooth leather warmed from his hand.  Above her head the chains rattled and clinked together as they were loosened. Gazing up, she stared into the darkened rafters where the chains disappeared.

When there was enough slack, Mike pressed his knee gently against hers. Meri sank onto her knees. As she continued to gaze, there was the melodic sound of the chains holding her arms above her head once more, the slack disappeared.

She heard fabric rustle and felt his legs against her as he crouched down behind her. His finger drew a line along her jaw. A tingly trail followed. “I’m about to take you across a line, Meredith. I’m about to obliterate it.” His touch vanished. “As always there is a choice for you. Yes or no. Think carefully and be honest.”

Lips tickled her ear as he whispered what he wanted. He moved away from her, leaving her to decide. Images flickered through her head. Fear and uncertainty, arousal and curiosity. She thought of Mike. He wouldn’t let anything happen to her. “Yes.”

He didn’t ask if she was sure. “Beautiful, little love,” he said, running his finger over her lips, “open for me.”

The ball gag he eased in made her hands fist and her tongue shift as if it would keep it from sliding down her throat. Her jaw hurt from biting down on it, again to keep it in place. It wouldn’t move but it was psychological.

Fingers caressed her throat as he murmured at her to breathe, relax. It took awhile but she stopped fighting the ball, stopped fearing it. He licked her lips spread over the ball then cupped her breast with one hand. Thank God for the gag, she thought because she had something to bite into when he eased the thin silver strand over her nipple then tightened it. Painfully. The gag muffled her cry when the second nipple was decorated.

She was going to come. It pulsed hotly in her core, tightening her stomach.

Her wrists were released from above her head and she missed the slight pull in her arms at being held helpless to his domination. She shivered when he moved her hands behind her, attaching her wrists to the cuffs at her ankles. She knelt there, his words moving through her head. Was she going to do this?

Yes, she thought. Yes, she was.

He eased off his tie and covered her eyes. There was no more club, no more anonymous people. He eased away, leaving her in her dark world that felt…wonderful.

Michael was gone. The master had come to play.

Chapter Four

Mike watched her. Fingers slid through the dark gold of her hair. Her breasts quivered and jerked as she breathed heavily through her nose. A hand fisted on the still damp strands and yanked her head back.

The man walked around Meri like a lion circling a gazelle that was his chosen meal. He stopped in front of her and traced her mouth wrapped around the gag.

Did she know that someone else was touching her?

The soft grind of a zipper opening seemed overly loud in the club and Mike couldn’t look away as the man freed his cock, standing before his Meri. Her breasts rose and fell while a hand fisted behind her. Mike was possessive but watching that heavy dick hover inches above her face was erotic. Once, twice the man fisted himself then began to trace the circle of her mouth with the head of his dick. Round and round he drew a line until her lips glistened with pre-cum and her body vibrated.

Meri aroused was an amazing sight.

The gag was removed from her mouth and he watched as the man replaced it with his dick. This was not the first time Mike had shared a submissive. He and his ex-wife had shared many pleasurable nights with his former best friend. Until the two had started an affair. And Erica had married Chance Bremner.

Now here he was again. With the same fucking man! He wasn’t sure how he felt about Chance but he trusted no other man with Meri. How ironic was that?

That, however, did not negate the fact that watching Chance Bremner feed his cock into Meri’s mouth was erotic as shit. A hard shudder moved through her and he knew she had just come. Fingers tightened in her hair and jerked her head back hard. Then the man began to fuck her mouth. A relentless rhythm that muffled her cries and moans. A savage curse burned from Chance and Mike watched Meri’s mouth be filled. Her hands opened then shut. Her hips moved, her thighs trying to squeeze together to stop her own orgasm from spilling from her as another man’s cum flooded her throat. Sexy.

Mike’s cock throbbed to join them. The man fisted his dick as if to push every last drop of semen into her mouth. Chance eased his cock out, replacing it with the gag. Silvery streams of cum slid down from her mouth.

Mike gazed at Meri, ignoring the other man completely. He crouched before her, then wiped a stream from her cheek. He used a towel a club sub handed him to clean himself. She had gone still at that little touch but he could see the frantic thumping of her pulse at the base of her throat. The fabric of his tie was damp over her eyes. Gently he caressed her jaw as he rose above her. As he touched her, he felt tiny vibrations moving through her body.

Claim, conquer, take, mark.

The words roared through his brain, the primitive cries to reclaim what had been touched by another. His cock was heavy and hot for her. Always. She was his, god damn it. Didn’t she know that?

He eased the gag from her mouth and let it fall to the floor. Against the head of his dick, already leaking pre-cum, he felt the hot pants of her exhalation. Before she could speak, he eased his cock past her lips and into her mouth damp from another man. He watched her face, her tongue licking over him, felt her teeth against the skin. She was amazing, he thought as she began to relax for him, her tongue daintily moving over him as he began to glide within the familiar heat of her mouth. A moan vibrated around his dick, her mouth opening wider to let her cry escape and he looked beyond her to see Chance stretched out on his back, his hands gripping her ass and his head between her legs. She jerked, shuddered then began to draw on Mike’s cock, sucking and licking as he fucked her.

He cupped her face as her body jerked and shuddered, not knowing which way to move. Mike eased out of her mouth and moved behind her, grabbing the cuffs behind her back so he could hold her up. Her ass rocked and rolled over Chance face. She screamed when she came.

Mike drew her back, letting her sit on Chance while her back rested against his legs. “Tell me what you want.”

“You,” she whispered, her fingers gripping the leg of his slacks. “You.”

He wanted her to taste him, not Chance Bremner. Juvenile but yes. Yes, he was marking his fire hydrant. Or at least…marking his sub.

****

The shower irritated her prickly skin. Her pussy was swollen and ached with the need to come. How easy it would be to stand under the water and make the need go away. She could. She could lean against the tile and let her fingers finish what Mike had started at the club but that would be all she’d get.