Authors: Bridget Midway
“Breathe, Taren.” He slid his hands up her arms.
“Breathing isn’t going to help me this time.” She shook her head.
“You’re going to have to concentrate.” Jace removed the cuffs from her ankles first.
As soon as he freed her, she wrapped her foot around his leg. He heard her breathing increase to a pant.
“Please don’t do my wrists. Not yet.” Taren gripped the cuffs.
“I can’t leave you up here like this.” Jace removed her wrist restraints.
As soon as he did, she spun around. Taren wrapped her arms around his shoulders. She coiled her legs around his legs. When she rubbed her pussy against him, she uncovered a secret he tried keeping from her. She had made him so hard.
“You want it, too. Admit it. Please.” Taren kissed the side of his face.
That didn’t get him as much as feeling her move her body up and down his. He turned to Sweetheart. “Give me a blanket, please.”
“Yes, sir.” She pulled the blanket Fear had used with Taren.
Sweetheart tossed it over Taren’s back, and Jace held it against her. He carried her to the couch. He let her hold her position on him mainly because he couldn’t pry her body off his. Over the blanket, he rubbed her back to calm her down.
She trembled under his touch. “Does this happen a lot? I feel like this doesn’t happen.”
“It does. I need for you to take a few deep breaths and calm yourself down. That’s it.” Jace rocked her back and forth.
After almost an hour, Taren did seem to relax. Her breathing slowed down. She rested her hands on her lap instead of trying to clutch Jace. “I feel strange. Lightheaded.”
Jace smiled. “Wow. Sounds like you almost went to subspace. You are absolutely incredible.” He continued stroking her back.
“I’m also very, very tired. I don’t think I’ll make it up the stairs.”
“You can sleep in my bed,” Fear offered.
Jace bristled at the request. “How are you feeling now?”
Taren untangled herself from Jace. She reached next to him for her robe and slipped it on before she moved off his lap to sit next to her. “Better. Not as excited, if you know what I mean.”
“I think we all do.” Solo gave Taren a playful nudge on her arm.
“Do you need a little more time to recover?” Kitty stood in front of Jace and Taren.
“It depends.” Taren closed her robe around her neck and looked off to the side at Lord No. “What did you have planned for me?”
Lord No stepped up to the three of them and shook his head.
“What does that mean? You have nothing?” Kitty put her hands on her hips. “You’ve had a few hours to watch these two guys work. You had plenty of time to come up with something. You can’t think of anything to do to her?”
Lord No shook his head again.
“If you don’t do anything, you’ll be eliminated automatically. You know that, right?” Macabre stepped up to the group.
Bubbles grabbed Lord No’s arm and turned him around so that he faced her. “What are you doing? You have to do something to her.”
Lord No removed the contract he’d signed with Bubbles from an inside jacket pocket. He opened it and pointed to a clause in it.
Bubbles lowered the contract. “I know it says you won’t be with anyone else. This is different. Please don’t do this.”
Lord No shook his head.
“Then I’m sorry, Lord No. You’ve been eliminated from the show. Therefore, Bubbles is also eliminated.”
“Shit. Shit. I can’t believe you did this to me. You knew what this meant for me.” Bubbles started to walk away from him.
He tried holding her hand, but she shrugged out of his grip. Before she could walk out of the room, he stopped her…with his voice.
“Anya! I l-l-l-love y-y-y-you.”
The room fell silent. Bubbles turned around and looked at Lord No with her mouth agape. He pulled off his mask and marched over to her.
“Holy shit! That dude is hotter than fish grease.” Solo fanned her face as she watched the duo.
As Lord No held Bubbles’s face in his hands, he repeated himself. “I l-l-l-love y-y-y-you.”
“Oh, my God. He talks?” Sweetheart looked around at the other ladies. “Did any of you know that?”
“I did.” Bubbles wiped the tears from her cheeks. “He stopped talking years ago because of his severe stutter.” She shook her head. “Why are you bowing out now? You had a chance to make it to the final two.”
Lord No took her hand and placed it over his heart.
“I love you, too. I love you so much.” She kissed him, which made the crew applaud. She pulled back and had a serious look on her face. “I needed the money for my mother. You know that. If I leave now, I’ll get so much less.”
Lord No shook his head. This time he put his hand over her heart. He also took her right hand and removed the ring he had given her at the beginning of the show. He moved it over to her left hand and lowered himself to one knee.
Bubbles giggled and nodded her head. “Yes, I will marry you. Yes, yes, yes!”
Lord No stood and picked her up and swung her around.
“I hate to break up this moment, but Bubbles, you had mentioned that you had to go because Lord No got eliminated.” Macabre walked over to Bubbles and Lord No.
“Yes. Isn’t that still the case?” Bubbles held Lord No’s hand.
“Not necessarily.” Macabre looked at the crew. “Bring him in.”
Taren could only see Bubbles and Lord No’s expression. As soon as Bubbles gasped, Taren struggled to get to her feet. Who she saw also had her floored.
Master Rock strolled into the dungeon area in his mask. “Hi, folks.”
“Since Sire Swift got eliminated so quickly and without a full show, I decided to bring back Master Rock.” Macabre pointed to him. “Isn’t that great?”
“No.” Fear shook his head. “It was down to the top two. Now I have to eliminate this guy.”
“Good luck with that.” Master Rock glared at him.
“Needless to say, Bubbles, Master Rock will need a slave.” Macabre smiled before making her offer. “You can stay and be his slave.”
Bubbles looked at Lord No, her fiancé. “No, I’m leaving with Silas.”
“Silas?” Taren and Solo said together.
Lord No kissed Bubbles and walked out with her. Jace wished Master Rock would have left with them.
“Ladies, I’ll need you two to bunk together so that these remaining contestants can have a room each.” Macabre directed the slaves to go pack up their things. “Now the games can begin.” Macabre smiled as she followed Master Rock to his new room.
Jace didn’t know what bringing Rock back to the competition would do. He needed to keep an eye on this situation.
Chapter Thirty
Taren had been hit with too many surprises these last few days. First she’d been shocked by both playing styles from Fear and Jace. Fear had been tough but compassionate. She knew he would be hard. She hadn’t expected him to be so caring afterward.
She shouldn’t have been surprised by Jace’s handling of the whip. She couldn’t believe her reaction. She never thought that getting popped with a whip would push her arousal level up. She remembered rubbing herself against Jace and feeling his hardness underneath her.
Taren didn’t care if every camera in the world had been trained on her. She would have fucked Jace. Luckily he managed to calm her down enough that the feeling subsided.
The new wrinkle in her game had to be the introduction of Master Rock. If he hadn’t been pitted against Jace, Taren would have picked him in her top eight. No question. Before Rock showed up, her two remaining contestants had their pros and cons.
Fear could be masterful at scenes he knew how to do well. With her, he had come around to show off a vulnerable side. He also didn’t mind if Taren had a lover on the side as long as he got to play with her exclusively. She could have her cake and eat it, too.
Jace. Mmm, Jace. He not only knew how to play with her body, he got her to come like no one else. If she could get him to believe in love and commitment, he would be a keeper.
Master Rock either had to be a glutton for punishment or super confident that he would win this whole thing coming in at the last moment.
So, Taren had one Dom with no heart. Another Dom afraid to commit. The last Dom may have a few screws loose in his head. Now she felt like Dorothy in a kinky
Wizard of Oz
.
A few days had gone by so Taren knew taping time had to be coming up again. As expected, her glam squad appeared at her door, ready to make her up for the day.
“So what’s the look for today?” Taren sat at the vanity, ready to be made up for the taping.
“You haven’t been told yet?” Priscilla asked.
Taren turned around to face the group. “What?”
“All week it’s anything goes. Each man will have you for a day to do whatever he wants. After the third day, you’ll eliminate someone. Then the following week, you’ll go home with your final two to meet the fam.”
“Oh.” Taren shouldn’t have been surprised.
The same thing happened on
Love My Way
. She remembered vividly how Ananda’s mother slapped her for wearing a mask to the dinner table and declaring her devotion to a man, who she didn’t know at the time if she would even marry. Taren knew her parents wouldn’t do that with whoever she brought home, but what would they say?
Taren noticed the dress the stylist held. It looked dated, like something from the 1950’s. “Who’s that for?”
“You, silly. You’re going to be with Master Rock today. His request: 50’s housewife.” Ms. Pittman waved the conservative dress around. “Not only does he want you in the dress, he also wants your underwear to be vintage also.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me.”
“And makeup.” The makeup artist pulled out a palette of colors.
“I didn’t know this was a thing in BDSM.” Taren learned a lot in her short time in the lifestyle.
After getting poured into a pointy bra, girdle-like panties with stockings held up with belts, and a tea-length day dress and black kitten heels, Taren didn’t feel like herself. The hairstylist gave her a demure style that got bobby pinned on one side and soft curls on the other. She wore easy makeup and matte red lipstick.
“If you go out, here’s a purse, a hat, and gloves.” The stylist handed the items to Taren.
“Again, you’ve got to be kidding.” She held the items and felt like she had stumbled into Halloween town or something.
“Think about old shows like
I Love Lucy
or
The Donna Reed Show
.” Priscilla nudged Taren out of the room.
“Who?” Taren asked as she headed down the stairs.
“Kids.” She shook her head. “Go.”
Taren walked down the stairs with the cameras on her every move. She could almost hear the light 50’s sitcom music in her head with each step. When she got to the kitchen, she froze. Master Rock sat at the table with a newspaper in his hand. Not a tablet. Not his phone. An actual black-and-white-and-read-all-over newspaper. He wore a light gray suit, complete with a thin black tie. Even in his mask, he looked incredibly handsome.
He put the newspaper down and stared at her. He cocked his head, which made her look down at her attire. Did she do something wrong? He cleared his throat. This man’s fishing expedition had her baffled.
Rock sighed. “Good morning, Taren.”
“Oh, yes. Good morning, uh, Master Rock.”
He gave her a solid head nod, then tapped the side of his face. She sauntered to him and gave him a kiss on the cheek that the mask and the beard didn’t cover.
“You’re looking lovely today.” He admired her and smiled.
“This old thing?” Taren thought her joke landed.
Judging by Rock’s dour expression, it didn’t. He lifted the newspaper again to read it. “You’re late with breakfast.”
Taren turned to the stove and sink. She’d been used to the house slaves making their meals. She had to adjust her thinking for today. “Sorry. What would you like?”
“What I always have. Eggs over easy, toast, bacon, and coffee.”
“Right.” She could do this.
Rock didn’t ask for anything fancy. She could pop the bacon in the microwave, get the coffee maker going, and fry up a couple of eggs. She retrieved the necessary items from the refrigerator. When she opened the cabinet to get out a non-stick pan, cast-iron skillets lined the shelves.
She turned to Rock, who stared at her with a whimsical expression. “Everything okay, dear?”
“Yes. Sure.” She removed the pan and turned on the stove burner.
She assumed if the crew took away the modern cookware that it also meant the microwave would also be removed. She scanned the counter. It had been eliminated, as well as the coffeemaker. Damn. Rock challenged her early. How the hell did the show manage to get these items so quickly?
When the pan got hot enough, she placed several strips of bacon in it. She would use the fat from the bacon to fry up his eggs. Now the toaster. She looked on the counter and saw a mustard-yellow toaster. Thankfully that made sense to her.
She retrieved a plate, utensils and a napkin for him. She decided that as she dressed the table, she would make small talk. “So what is it that you do?”
Master Rock didn’t respond. He didn’t lower the newspaper.
“Okay.” She returned to the bacon and flipped it over. When she turned around, she didn’t expect to see Rock standing right behind her.
“When I’m reading, I don’t want to talk, understand?” His voice came out low and guttural.
“Yes, sir.” Taren backed into a corner.
“When you misbehave, I’ll put you over my knee and spank you.”
Now Taren got the BDSM reference. “Gotcha.”
Rock’s eyes widened.
“I mean, yes, sir.”
He returned to his seat. Taren returned to preparing him breakfast. When she had it completed, she put it all on his plate. After figuring out how to work the percolator, she poured him some coffee. Then she waited. She wanted to make sure everything had met his standards and if he needed anything else.
After a beat, Master Rock put the newspaper aside and scanned his meal. “Looks good. I take milk and sugar for my coffee.”