Mistress of Redemption (9 page)

in jerky, aroused movements.

Her eyes opened and focused on him,

watched him as he continued to kiss

her there. Forcing himself to turn the

volume down, he made the kisses

more tender. His cock throbbed and

his ass burned so badly his eyes were

running with moisture that met his

lips where they touched her skin. It

was okay. He knew how to handle

pain.

Could push it back to give her

pleasure.

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She probably didn’t know he knew

about this part. That he didn’t

understand the intense, indescribable

feeling a male slave derived from

serving his Mistress. There had been

moments like this, when he’d gotten

immersed in giving his Mistress

pleasure. A part of him had known it

contributed to the game he was

playing with her head.

Another part of him got lost in the

euphoria of it, seeing his Mistress

arch into climax and knowing he’d

been responsible for that ecstasy.

Her lips parted, tongue touching them

as if she was wetting them to speak

from a dry throat. But before she

could, Fiona yanked at his collar,

dragging him back from the touch of

Dona’s body.

No, dammit.
Throwing his weight

forward, he toppled the feline woman

against his back and earned an

agonizing rocket of pain as she

knocked into the strap-on.

He’d been at the high end of the scale

with that dildo up his ass. This was

like having a hot poker added to the

mix. The agony drove away rational

thought and left only a killing rage.

He turned on Fiona. The abrupt

movement yanked the tether from her

grip, but without any way to balance

himself he tumbled over, slamming to

the ground onto one shoulder. Thank

God Dona had dropped her tether at

some point during his pleasuring of

her, or his dick would have been

yanked off.

As his knees drew up in a fetal

position, Nathan wished he wasn’t in

such horrid pain so that he could get

to Fiona and snap her damn neck. The

leopard arched just behind her legs,

fuzzed up, teeth bared in a menacing

hiss.

That’s right. You hide back there,

Fluffy. You know I’ll whip your

spotted ass. Jesus, I’m
dying here.

Then Dona was there, her hand on his

brow soothing him, even as he

rocked with the pain. One hand

brushed his belly and loosened the

straps while her other hand caressed

his buttock. A moment later she

gripped the torture device and eased

it out of him. His tender tissues wept

in relief so that he couldn’t stop

himself from groaning.

He’d had a lot of competent

Mistresses. Hell, the best. That’s

why he went after them in the first

place. Mistresses who liked to play

on the far edge loved him because he

was able to keep his cock hard under

all forms of duress. However, Dona

took the scale of intense arousal and

pain to a whole new level. The best

opponent he’d ever had and he hadn’t

even chosen her.

His cock still throbbed with

frustration, her scent heavy under his

nose, on his lips.

Just the press of her body behind him

made his lust spike higher, even

though he might be bleeding to death

from his ass. Struggling to his back

despite the discomfort of rolling onto

his bound arms, he stared up at her.

He was surrounded by some of the

finest pussy he’d ever seen, but it

was hers specifically he wanted to

look at, to touch.

He wanted to hear her command him

to fuck her. He would do it well,

make her want to take him home,

keep him at her bidding until…

Until he was done with her. Until he

broke her. Because he always had a

finish line.

She tilted her head, her fingers

stroking over his chest, pinching his

nipples. “You misbehaved. You’re

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devotion and beg for more. That’s

what I demand from my slave. Stretch

out your legs and spread them for

me.”

He did. As he lifted his head, this

time he was able to see the ground

slither, undulate. Before he could

jerk away, ropes of green grass ran

around his ankles and thighs,

anchored him to the ground. The

same now came across his forehead

and chest, yanking his head back

down, holding him fast, immobile.

The strain on his shoulders from his

folded arms increased exponentially.

The confidence he’d momentarily felt

at knowing he’d brought her pleasure

evaporated.

“What is this place?” He couldn’t

keep the panic out of his voice. The

women were descending on him

again. They marched forward with

the deliberate forward progress of

zombie armies in B-movies.

Indifferent to the cries of their

victims and driven only by hunger.

Mariah now carried a black satchel.

As she knelt by him and opened it for

Dona’s inspection, he saw it had a

variety of needles and clamps in it.

Fiona stepped to Dona’s side,

drawing her attention away from him.

“He wants to see you,” she

murmured. “Right away.”

“Then I’ll go to Him,” his Mistress

responded.

“Dona, what are you… What are

they… Please…” He was too

desperate to

articulate.

Rising, she put her foot on his chest.

In a blink, instead of the swimsuit she

was back in her first outfit, the

stiletto heel grinding into his chest,

those full breasts once again high and

proud. “Do you know what to do

with a Mistress’s foot, Nathan?”

He stared up at her. As if in a dream,

he kissed the sole of the boot she

pressed to his lips so he tasted the

dirt and grass she’d walked through.

“This isn’t real,” he said when she

lifted her foot away. He tasted the

grit in his teeth.

“It’s very real. It’s also illusion.

That’s what makes it possible for the

pain to go on and on.”

His eyes snapped over to Olivia as

she lifted her hand, displaying four

D-rings and a handful of wide

barbells. Dona nodded. “Those will

do.”

“Will do what? What are you

doing?” Though he was very afraid

he knew what.

He was beginning to have a feeling

he hadn’t had in a long time, a feeling

he’d never wanted to have again.

Plotting for control of the situation

would not only be foolish, but futile.

Somehow Dona seemed to know his

darkest areas, where desire and

terror were violent bed partners.

“I have to go away for a while, as

Fiona said.”

“Who is ‘him’?” It was ridiculous

that he could feel jealousy in the

midst of all of this, but there it was.

“One who can’t be refused. Just like

me.” Bending, she cupped the side of

his face in a surprisingly gentle hand.

He wanted to weep and suckle that

fluttering pulse at once. He tried the

latter, but she was out of reach and he

was too restrained, which made him

want to rage even harder against his

bonds, the situation.

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This should have seemed like his

time with his previous sociopath of a

Mistress, but it didn’t. She hadn’t

made him jealous while threatening

him with sharp implements.

She hadn’t left him wanting more,

even with his ass smarting so badly

he wouldn’t have easy bodily

functions for a week. She hadn’t

made him tremble with just a touch.

“You’ll refuse me nothing, will

you?”

He found himself nodding even as he

wondered what spell she’d cast on

him. “Just don’t go to him.”

“Your slave is possessive, Dona,”

Olivia murmured. Nathan didn’t hear

any mockery in her tone or

expression. If anything, she looked as

if his uncensored declaration had

startled her.

“Nathan will learn my Will is his

only possession.” Dona straightened,

giving him a leisurely perusal. Under

her intent regard, Mariah removed

the cock harness and caressed his

broad head, making his hips jerk

because he was so aroused.

“While I’m gone,” Dona said almost

absently, watching Mariah fondle

him, “Fiona will pierce your nipples

and your cock. You’ll have a ring

inserted at the crown so I can attach a

leash to you more easily. She’ll also

insert one in your scrotum for when I

wish to collar your balls with

weights and stretch them.” When

Mariah pushed his organ flat against

his belly, letting Dona see the

underside, she sharpened her gaze on

him there, creating a cold ball of fear

in his vitals. “Four barbells will be

inserted along the bottom length of

your cock, a ladder. I want to climb it

with my fingers, weave all sorts of

chains and beads into it to decorate

you as I wish.”

His airway squeezed down to the

size of a straw, the terror of the

picture putting him on the edge of

hyperventilating. Underscoring her

threat, the women were removing the

clamps and needles from the satchel.

“I…” He swallowed on a dry throat.

“I want to be able to serve you as you

wish, Mistress. You know the

piercing will take a lot of healing

time.”

Those red wet lips lifted in a grim

smile. “Pain is an illusion here. It

will go on as long and intensely as I

wish you to experience it. So until I

get back you’ll be in agony.

You’ll feel the throbbing pain of the

piercings in their newness. It’s a

considerable amount of pain.” Her

eyes flashed in anticipation of it. At

the sign of her arousal in

contemplating it, damn if his cock

didn’t bob up further.

“Ah, Nathan. You’re a pleasure. It

makes me even wetter, the way you

respond to my desire. When I come

back, if you’ve pleased me, I’ll heal

you with a kiss on each area. You’ll

be able to serve me any way I wish.

The stimulation of the nerve endings

after the piercing is healed is…a

unique feeling.” Her gaze came back

to his, full of sensual promise.

Gooseflesh rose along his body at the

sight of it. “You might just stay erect

for me most of the time. Of course,

you seem to stay that way for me

now. It’s very impressive.”

“Come down here and let me impress

you more.” His voice was desperate,

even to his own ears.

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She tsked at him. “With your size, I

like keeping you fully erect. It will

keep you dizzy and off balance.

That’s a good thing for you.”

“Dona—” He clenched his fists in his

restraints as she turned away. As

Fiona raised the first needle and

Olivia put the clamp on his left

nipple, lifting it, he cried out, unable

to bear it anymore. “
Tell me what the

fuck this place is
.”

She glanced over her shoulder. He

tried to cling to her expression and

not look at what was about to happen

to him. The binding on his forehead

loosened. Seizing his collar, Mariah

cupped the back of his head, forcing

it down so he had to watch the needle

come toward his nipple. He strained

against her grip, trying to get one

more glimpse of his Mistress.

“You know where we are, Jonathan.”

Dona raised her arms and spun,

gesturing to the palm trees, lush grass

and mirror-like lagoon, the gently

shining sun. “This is Hell.”

As she stepped through a portal that

opened like a shimmering mirage

between two palm trees, he began to

scream.

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Chapter Five

Lucifer summoned her to one of His

more pleasant illusion chambers.

This one was like a gentleman’s

study in a Victorian novel. Except an

inordinately large fire roared in the

grate and the pictures on the walls

tended to shift in macabre images.

The gargoyle statues positioned

around the room might be alive or

inanimate from moment to moment.

He sat in a deep wing-backed chair.

Approaching at His gesture, she

dropped to her knees. Bowing her

head, Dona felt that inexplicable

desire she always felt in His

presence, to just put her head in His

lap and be comforted where no

comfort could be had.

“Now you’re submissive and

obedient.” He snorted. The wave of

heat from the gesture brought sulfur to