“Dearest?”
Violet looked up, found Tyler above her, offering a hand, his touch on her shoulder a reassuring anchor. He looked a little flushed himself, suggesting Leila had served him well, but Violet thought he looked far more composed than she felt. But then, Leila didn’t seem intent on smashing out the foundation blocks of Tyler’s conception of life.
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Translation: Get some breathing space before your brain cells explode?
Violet blessed Tyler’s intuition and took his hand to let him help her to trembling legs.
Tyler glanced over her shoulder and Violet saw the two men’s eyes lock, Mac daring the repercussions to briefly make the contact before he shifted his gaze, a grudging acknowledgement of the rules of the house.
“I’ll take good care of her,” Tyler promised, surprising Violet.
Mac made a bare movement of his head, but it was impossible to tell if it was acknowledgement or warning. Violet frowned. “Behave,” she said. “Play nicely while I’m gone.”
Lifting his lashes, he gave her a slow, easy grin that didn’t dilute the intent passion in his eyes. Despite the wavering line of the blue water, she could see that he was ramrod stiff, with a circumference that made her catch her lip in her teeth to stifle a groan of desire.
“Hurry back, sugar.”
She nodded, let a thought roll around in her mind, shifted her glance to Kiera and Tamara. “Keep him occupied.”
All the way to the door, and through the glass as she stepped into the gardens, she felt his attention on her, his sudden apprehension. She didn’t speak to Tyler until they made the first turn on the winding path, taking them out of sight of the pool occupants.
“Am I totally screwing up?” she demanded.
“Well, if you—”
“Oh, God, Tyler,” she began to pace around a small clearing that provided a bench and a wishing fountain next to a bed of the exotic orchids he spent so much time cultivating. “I feel like he’s ripping me apart from the inside. He’s so damn stubborn.
I’ve never met a sub like him. He wants to be a sub, but I have to fight him for every inch of control, and he’s always testing me. Is he fucking with my head?”
“You’re—”
“No, he’s not,” she said firmly. “I can feel he’s not. He’s just afraid. No one’s ever pushed him hard enough, made him trust enough to really let go to a Mistress, and he’s pushing back. But do I have the ability to do it? I’m so over my head here.” 92
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“Violet. ” Tyler used a tone she rarely heard except when he was dealing with a rebellious sub or a primadonna actress. It brought her up short. He smiled at her look of shock. “Sorry, love, but you were going like a locomotive there. You love him.” She set her jaw, fought panic. “I’ve known him three days, Tyler. You don’t love someone in three days.”
“Of course you can fall in love in three days. Don’t be stupid. After that it’s just a matter of how hard you’re willing to work to stay in love, to see if it becomes a forever, kids-and-mini-van type of thing.” Tyler approached her, put his hands on her shoulders. “You’re doing everything right. Do you hear what I’m saying? You’re being tough, but you’re showing your emotions, showing you care. The paddling was inspired. You showed you can be as mean as he can be, when it’s warranted. That you expect him not just to act as a submissive, but to be one. Yes, it likely would take Mistresses of Kiera and Tamara’s ilk to break him physically, but that isn’t what D/s is about. Not for you. You’ve seen what’s deep inside him, something no one else can see, and you know what it’s going to take to get him to embrace it, better than he does himself.”
“ ‘I don’t go down easy’,” she recalled his words. “He said that, when we first met.”
“Well, he went down on you easy enough,” Tyler gave her a mischievous wink, forcing a smile out of her. “Violet, you wouldn’t want someone who did. I think you better find out more about your boy’s vanilla life, because I have a feeling your relationship is already exploding outside the confines of the dungeons.” She thought of the picnic, the drive, and knew he was right.
“He’s killing me,” she said, and he put his arms around her so she could put her forehead to his chest, close her eyes, breathe deeply. “He was bleeding, for Chrissake.”
“Bleeding for you. A blood bond. Come on.” He tipped up her chin, gave it a little squeeze. “Let me tell you about my new orchids that you just about trampled during your little tantrum. I’m going to have to move these inside soon. They were shipped here specially…”
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By the time they walked back together, Violet was feeling more centered, more in control of her emotions, and therefore ready to take command of Mac again.
The pool area was empty, and Stacey, the other Zone help Tyler had hired for the weekend, was cleaning up wine glasses and cups. “Mistress Lisbeth took her slave to their bedroom ‘for awhile’, but said they’ll be back for late night cocktails,” she said, with a slight smile. “Mistresses T&K took Mac, Mark, Collin and Leila down to Master Tyler’s playroom.”
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Violet felt a small twinge of alarm. “Did you give the twins leave to play with Leila?” She asked as they went through the house and down the staircase to Tyler’s personal well-equipped dungeon.
“They’ve played with her before. They know her limits, and she’d tell them if they breached them. I’ve told her what my restrictions on her playing with others are, so she knows where the lines are, for me as well as her. Mac?”
“He says, ‘Whatever will please my Mistress’.” Violet rolled her eyes. “But he’s an expert at using that charm of his to keep his ass out of trouble. I guess I shouldn’t worry so much about him.”
“Hmm.” Tyler gave her an uncertain look. “I’m not sure even Lucifer’s charm would have an effect on T&K.”
Violet schooled her face to an impassive mask right before Tyler opened the door to the playroom, and she was glad she had taken a moment to do so.
Mac’s feet were spread apart, ankles manacled and locked to bolts in the floor, his arms stretched so high over his head that his impressively massive rib cage tilted upward, his arm muscles straining. Surprisingly, the twins had also forced a ball gag into his mouth and buckled it tight around his head. Mark knelt at his feet, sucking Mac’s cock with pure male intuition of how rough and strong the working of his mouth and the grip of his hand needed to be.
Leila knelt against the spanking bench, her breasts shelved attractively on the burgundy upholstered surface. She was faced in the direction where she could watch and be roused by Mac and Mark’s tableau. Collin had been ordered to kneel to the side of the bench, his cheek lying just in front of Leila’s breasts to suckle her nipples without interfering with the stimulating view. His arms were tied behind his back, and a chain ran from the locked cuffs, fastening him to the ring in his scrotum. Tamara and Kiera obviously preferred their sub immobilized much of the time.
Kiera glanced over at Violet and Tyler from where she lazed on the day lounger, massaging her sister’s bare feet. Two pairs of spike heels were on the floor, giving Violet an odd impression of two women after a long day of work, kicking off their shoes and watching the best that cable had to offer.
“Well, I guess Mac wins this round,” Tamara smiled. “I told him that if he could keep from coming until you arrived, I wouldn’t put this enormous strap-on I have up his ass. It’s a shame, because I was looking forward to trying out some of Kiera’s wondrous oill on him.” She lifted a vial from the table, shook it. “Coat a dildo with this, or better, shoot it in, and he won’t be able to keep himself from coming. He’ll spend a three-day load and won’t be able to stop screaming for more.” She lifted a brow. “It’s great for humbling an overly proud sub, like yours. And he stays hard as a rock throughout, so you can get an endless variety of enjoyments from his suffering. What do you say, Vi? You want Kiera to go ahead and do him while you watch?” Violet studied Mac’s face. The muscles of his neck were contorted with the effort to hold back. Mark was paying him back in spades for the earlier threat, putting all his 94
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“Why the ball gag?”
“Oh, that.” Tamara cocked her head at Mac, met his furious gaze. “He has a problem with the rule about not making eye contact, as you can see. And he got somewhat worked up, a bit rude in fact, when I decided to let Mark go down on that nice piece of meat of his. Didn’t say no, though.” Violet shifted her glance to Mac, and this time he averted his glance with a sullen expression. Oh, he was worked up all right. She sauntered across the room, keeping her face an unreadable mask, and stopped just behind Mark. Ran a casual hand over his hair while she faced Mac. “Keep going,” she murmured.