Essential Master (Doms of Napa Valley) (17 page)

Nicky entered the room followed closely by
Zeb. Even in a rumpled t-shirt and a pair of low riding khaki shorts, he looked
delicious. She growled and rattled the chains after deciding a best offense was
a good defense.

“Like I have a say in the matter after you
chained me to the bed.” She hissed when Nicky just gave her an affectionate
glance.

“A sharp tongue will get you nowhere,
Steph. In fact, if you insist in continuing in this vein, I have a feeling
there’ll be a punishment in your near future.”

“Pbfttt. I’m not scared of you, Master,”
she gritted out, jerking on the restraints, still pissed he’d tied her up like
a Thanksgiving turkey.

Nicky sat down in the chair across the room
after shedding his shorts. As his cock rose to half mast, she stared at him in
surprise. What the hell was he doing?

“Nor do I expect to you to be.” Nicky idly
ran his hand up his shaft. “But I can’t guarantee Zeb will have the same
patience or tolerance for your viper tongue in bed that I do.”

Her mouth grew dry as Zebadiah approached
the bed. His expression was calm but the heat burning in his eyes surprised
her. What exactly had her master and this man planned for her? Despite the
uncertainty or perhaps because of it, she found herself moistening with desire.
This, definitely, wasn’t how she expected this to go.

“Excuse me? Are you implying that Zeb is
going to…”

“…take you in hand?” Nicky leaned forward.
“Why yes I did. And I expect quite the show.” Then as if he hadn’t blown her
mind, Nicky resumed his slouch in the chair as if he hadn’t left her totally at
the mercies of the man she’d hoped to one day call her submissive. Her
breathing grew ragged, even as her nipples beaded against her tank top. She was
sooo screwed.

Chapter Sixteen

Moving
towards one of the most delectable sights he
’d
ever seen, Zeb studied Steph’s outstretched form reclining on the huge
four-poster bed in the center of the room. The shadows the bedside lamp cast
over her not only accented the exercise shorts and a ribbed tank so snug he
could see her nipples through the cotton, but it also gave her olive hued skin
a glow. He wanted nothing more than to strip her down and caress her until she
was moaning with pleasure. Normally he’d have to beg for the pleasure of
touching her as any good submissive would have to from his Mistress, but with
Nicky’s advice and permission, he didn’t have to request the pleasure of
touching her satiny skin. No, he could explore to his heart’s content, under
the disguise of convincing her he wasn’t going to be swayed by some damned
infernal piece of paper.

But first before he could get onto the
pleasures at hand, or even the removal a few items of her clothing, they needed
a quick chat about safety and limits. Sitting down at the edge of the bed, he
toed off his shoes, a motion not unnoticed by Steph.

“What the hell are you doing, Zeb?” Her
voice came out as a squeak.

“Getting comfortable,” he replied, reaching
for the hem of his shirt. “And while I do, we’re going to have a quick chat.”

“We are?” Her eyes darted towards Nicky as
if the other man would save her from him.

“Yes, and don’t look for your Master to
save you from my…” He tossed his shirt off, choosing to leave his shorts on. He
was uncertain of his own restraint, if he removed the last barrier separating
them, once he stripped her bare, he’d be able to keep from sliding inside her
deep and hard. “…wrath. Because he’s given you to me for the night.” He traced
a line up her inner leg with his fingertip.

“He has?” She looked to Nicky to confirm
his statement.

“Hell, yeah I did. You not only shut me
out, you shut him out as well, Steph. Don’t you think you should make amends to
both of us?”

“But you’re over there…” From the seductive
look in her eyes, Zeb could only guess she was hoping to tempt Nicky into
joining them on the bed. But that would come later, they’d decided. Once he’d
taken her to the heights of ecstasy from his touch, and just perhaps if she
were lucky - his mouth alone.

“Which is where I choose to remain for the
moment. You know how long I’ve desired to see Zeb’s body against yours. Now
that it’s going to happen, I want a front row seat.”

“Aw, fuck.” Steph’s hips rocked up as Zeb
teased his fingers under the silky fabric covering her.

“Not yet,” he stated firmly. “I won’t hurt
you, Steph, but before I leave this bed, you’re never going to doubt whether or
not I’m committed to seeing where this relationship is going.”

Her eyes widened in surprise. “You see this
as a relationship?”

“Duh! Of course I do.” He leaned in until
his nose nearly touched hers. “So much so, that the only way you’re going to
escape my fury at your doubts, is by using your safeword.” He moved back,
opening the drawer next to bed, pulling out a pair of medical shears. “What is
it?” he asked, setting the scissors down by her hip.

“Ah…Brimstone.”

Somehow the safeword seemed to fit his
Ma’am. She was full of fire. “Good. You say it and this all stops.” He made
quick work of checking her bindings. Approval roared through him as he came to
the conclusion that Nicky knew his stuff. The cuffs and chains held Steph
without hurting. It made him wonder when he’d get the chance to experience
bondage at his Sir’s hand. But he shoved the thought from his mind, in favor
for the task before him. Lifting the medical scissors, he slid the blunted edge
under first one strap and then the other of her tank. She gave a mutinous look.

“That was my favorite shirt, Zebadiah.” Her
harsh tone made him want to beg forgiveness, but he refrained, reminding
himself of Nicky’s words of advice before they’d entered the bedroom. Steph
could try to flay him with her razor tongue all she wanted. Like a good sub,
he’d let it roll off his back.

“Then I’ll replace it.” He gave a tug at the
bottom of the shirt before sliding the scissors under the hem. A quick few
snips later, he’d cut the tank from hem line to bust line. He could see
tantalizing glimpses of her belly from the slight part in the fabric.

“You’re a bastard, Zeb.” She tried to shy
away from him.

“And you’re beautiful, Steph.” He made eye
contact with her, knowing that such an action would only reinforce his
statement. Once she glanced away from him with a huff, he was unable to resist
and slipped his hands under the edges of the shirt, then pushed it off her,
freeing her pretty breasts to his gaze. More than a handful, the globes were
soft looking and topped with dusky rose tips. They looked like two hard little
cherries on top of a double scoop of his favorite Dulce de leche ice cream, and
oh how he wanted to taste. But he contented himself with just looking. He still
had a few items remove. Namely, her shorts and panties.

Slicing through her shorts took very little
effort. Within a few minutes from the first snip, he had her laying gloriously
bare against the sheets, her clothing in tatters around her. Placing a palm on
her belly, he monitored her breathing. She was either excited or afraid. But
somehow he didn’t think she was scared of him. Especially when she glared at
him.

“Seriously, couldn’t we have this
discussion clothed? Was cutting off my clothing necessary?”

He couldn’t help himself. He gave her
wolfish grin. “Necessary, no…but pleasurable, yes.” He trailed his fingers up
from her belly to tease first one nipple then the other. When she bit her lower
lip to keep the moan his teasing touch brought, he narrowed his eyes. “You
won’t hide from me, Stephanie. I want to hear everything. Every moan, sigh,
pant or scream you feel. This is about being honest, not hiding.” He kept his
voice firm, loving the way she jerked against the restraints, her face a mask
of fury.

“No man makes me scream.”

Lightly pinching her nipple between his
fingers, he tsked at her, loving the way her eyes drifted shut. Seemed to him
she enjoyed the bite of pain with her pleasure. It was something he could deal
with. “Now why don’t I believe that? I can’t see Sir settling for less than
your full submission.”

Her jaw clenched as he tugged on her other
nipple. “Let me reword that…better men than you have tried … and failed.”

“Mmmm. I guess I’m going to have to change
your mind.” He leaned down and captured one of her nipples in his mouth,
tugging on it with his teeth before lashing at it with his tongue.

* * * *

Son of a bitch!
What the hell
has gotten into him, he’s a submissive, not a switch.
Steph threw her head back as her gentle Zebadiah tormented her
poor nipples with his teeth, tongue, and lips. Part of her was shocked at his
actions, but the other part was wondering how soon she could tempt him into
going alpha on her again. It was the perverseness of her nature. She loved both
dominating and submitting to her lover, especially when her lover wrestled the
control away from her as Zebadiah was doing with each tug and pull on the
sensitive nubs.

Building waves of pleasure washed through
her as he continued torment her nipples. It took all her will power to keep the
demand that he suck harder from rolling off her tongue. She’d be damned before
she’d beg Zeb. He was supposed to be submissive to her. A low whimper, however,
did build in her chest, when he released her with an audible pop, leaving her
left nipple shining in the light. She gritted her teeth as he blew on the tight
peak, causing it to harden either further.

“Something tells me you like the bite of
pain with your pleasure, Stephanie.” He teased her other nipple by rolling it
in between two strong, agile fingers. “Does Master like to clamp these little
berries?” His blue eyes were bright with need.

“Ah….” She opened her mouth to deny it, but
Nicky, the rat bastard, spoke first.

“Check the drawer where you got the
scissors from, Zeb. There should be a small black box in there.”

“Damn you, Nicky!” Even as she cursed at
him, her thighs grew even damper with her excitement. She knew exactly what was
in the black box. It wasn’t just a pair of nipple clamps - no, it had to be
Nicky’s favorite torture device for her. It had three clamps connected by two
fine silver chains. The shorter chain connected the clamps meant for her
nipples, while the longer chain was attached to the middle of the shorter chain
and held the third clamp her master loved to use on her clit. The clamps drove
her insane and Nicky knew it, because once all three were attached, the
slightest tug pulled on all three clamps. She wanted to shoot him dead but from
his chair, Nicky just smirked at her as if to say she’d landed herself in this
spot while he continued to fondle himself.

The sound of the drawer barely registered
as she watched him stroke a broad palm up and down his sex. If there was one
thing she loved, it was seeing a man jerk off, to know he was so hot he had to
take matters into his own hands, so to speak. Especially when the man in
question didn’t shy away from her gaze, and watched her watch him the entire time
he did it. It was a treat her master didn’t give her often, but when he did,
she lapped it up like a kitten did a bowl of cream. She was so wrapped up in
watching Nicky, the bite of pain on her left nipple drew a sharp inhalation
from her.

“Ouch!” She gritted her teeth to keep from
hissing at the pleasure pain the clamp wrought. She refused to give into Zeb.
He was to be her submissive. He should be kneeling at her feet, begging to
pleasure her, not taking control. She half expected him to offer to take it
off. But his smug grin told her wasn’t going to.

“You know, I love the feel of these myself.
There’s something erotic about knowing the pain of them pleases your master or
mistress. Perhaps the first time I submit to Nicky we can wear matching ones?”
He tugged lightly on the clamp.

She couldn’t hold it in this time. The cry
escaped her tight throat. “Zebadiah!” She pressed her head back against the
pillows. Another moan built as he nibbled on her unadorned breast, wetting the
peak and blowing on it until he had her ready for the second clamp. “Fuck,” she
hissed as he slipped it on, tightening the screw just enough to sting.

“Good girl.” Then he tugged on the light
silver chain between her breasts.

“Son of a bitch,” she gasped, her trapped
nubs throbbing in time with each gentle tug he gave.

“She loves the clamps, but you’re going to
have to work on coaxing her little clit out for the third, Zebadiah.”

Zeb trailed his fingers down her stomach as
he glanced at Nicky. “Thanks for the tip, Sir.”

She nearly came undone as Zeb climbed
between her thighs to settle on his belly. She didn’t miss the way he gently
arranged his cock before relaxing against the bedding. She glared at her
Master.

“Thanks a lot, you’re not helping here…”
Her hissed words died in her throat as Zebadiah parted her saturated folds with
his fingers, exposing her tender pink insides. She stiffened as he blew across
the damp flesh.

“You know you’re awfully wet for a woman
who doubted her place in my life, Stephanie.” The flat of his tongue lapped at
her from her taint up to her clit. The traitorous little bulb hardened as he
slowly circled it with the tip of his tongue before drawing away.

“Zeb!” She tugged hard on her wrists,
wanting to bury her fingers in his hair, to direct his mouth to wear she needed
it.

“Shhh. I’ll get there.” His promise was
dark as was the erotic nip he gave her inner thigh.

Her breath caught as he moved to the
opposite leg while circling her opening with two of his fingers. Her body tried
to clamp around him, to capture those teasing fingertips but pinned as she was
to the bed, she could do nothing more than wiggle against the bedding under
her.

“Oh my God…now.” Her words were babbled out
as his tongue delved in the crease where her thigh met her pussy.

“Do you want him to eat your pussy,
cara mia?”
Nicky slowly stood. “To give
you the release you crave?”

She whimpered as Zeb pressed open mouth
kisses on her mound, but avoided the throbbing nub at the apex of her folds.
She squirmed. “Yes, Master.” As he stood at the head of the bed, his hard cock
leaking fluids from the tip mere inches from her mouth, she was ready to beg.

“I could command him to eat you ‘til you
come all over his face, but I doubt he’ll listen to me, since he’s not being
submissive right now. Is he?”

She shook her head, panting as Zeb pushed
two fingers inside her, not going far, probably only to his first knuckle. It
was just enough to tease her, with the prospect of more. She was being drawn on
a rack of torture as Zeb gently tugged on the chain, pulling on her already
sensitive nipples.

“That’s right, he’s not. But before
tonight, would you have ever thought for a moment he had a dominant bone in his
body?”

She tried to focus on Nicky’s words, but
the man between her legs took that moment to suck her clit into his mouth,
nursing on it gently. She could feel her orgasm building in the pit of her
stomach, until she was sure she’d release into his mouth. She jerked and wanted
to protest as his lips abandoned her. She didn’t have long to protest his
absence, however. Moments after he lifted his head, the clit clamp was in
place, tightly hugging the nub until she wanted to pass out from the
pleasurable pain of it.