Claiming Cleo (Masters Club 2)

Grayson moved toward the wall switch that controlled the winch. With Brandon spotting, Cleo was slowly hoisted into the air above the plexiglass submersion tank. Hanging facedown, she was hog-tied to the apparatus, legs bent at the knees so her feet rested against her ass, her arms cuffed together at the wrists behind her back. She looked completely helpless, and sexy as hell. Jack’s cock tightened with appreciation at the lovely sight.

Grayson turned to the small crowd. “We’re super excited about this state-of-the-art waterproof suspension rig, which we had commissioned by Carter McNulty just for us. It’s been thoroughly tested for safety and ease of use, and we’re delighted to add it to our inventory.”

Carter McNulty, a carpenter and welder by trade, had a lucrative side business of custom-built BDSM furniture. He’d made several pieces for various Masters Clubs around the globe, and his work was always top-notch.

Grayson waved a hand toward the bound, suspended girl, a wicked smile on his face. “Our sweet little Cleo will be the object of tonight’s demonstration. She’ll get a chance to demonstrate not only her grace while bound and held underwater but also her stellar oral skills. For that, we’ll need a subject. Do I have a volunteer?”

Almost every hand of those gathered shot eagerly into the air. Grayson let his gaze move over the faces, finally landing on Jack, as planned. “Ah, I see Jack Hartford there in the back. For those of you who don’t know Jack, he’s originally from New York. But tonight he’s a welcome guest from our London club. You ready to have your cock worshipped by this lovely slave girl, Jack?”

Jack moved quickly to the front of the crowd. “Absolutely.”

He watched Cleo for her reaction. Color had risen from her throat, spreading in a dark pink stain over her cheeks. From where he stood, he couldn’t see her eyes. He experienced a moment’s misgiving. While he desperately wanted this girl, he didn’t want to claim her under duress.

Don’t get ahead of yourself.

This would be a useful follow-up to the earlier scene. It would be another chance to determine if she’d shut down completely, or if he could find a way to reach her.

Jack quickly stripped out of his clothing. Nudity was so commonplace in the club that no one batted an eye as he climbed, naked, up onto the scaffolding that surrounded the submersion tank. Dropping to a sitting position on the platform, he dangled his legs in the warm water.

Cleo was suspended before him in rope, leather and chain. She was perpendicular to the water, her head hanging down only inches away from Jack.

Grayson had Brandon take over at the winch. To Jack, he said, “Just nod at Brandon when you want her submerged, and another nod when you want her lifted. Cleo, since you can’t use your hands, and you can’t say your safe-word while submerged, your distress signal is rapidly moving your head from side to side.”

“Yes, Sir,” Cleo replied, still not lifting her head to meet Jack’s eye.

Cleo would know only to use her safe signal in a case of genuine emergency. Of course, Jack had no intention of putting her in that sort of danger. No stranger to water play, he would be sure to keep her safe, while still pushing her boundaries to the limit.

His cock flagged at Cleo’s reaction, or rather, her lack of reaction. She was being forced into another scene with him, whether she liked it or not.

Making a conscious decision to stop second-guessing himself, Jack tuned out the people still standing around the tub, his focus solely on Cleo. Leaning forward, he placed a finger under her chin, gently forcing her to lift her head so their eyes met.

Her lips were pursed into a sweet little rosebud that made his cock twitch. “Before I submerge you, slave girl,” he said in a low voice, “you will worship my cock.” Gripping her by the shoulders, he pulled her forward until her head hovered just above his crotch.

Looking to Brandon, Jack scooted forward on the platform and ordered, “Lower her just a little more so she can get her mouth on my cock.”

Brandon activated the switch, slowly lowering Cleo until she was level with Jack’s crotch. Taking her face in his hands, Jack pulled her forward until her lips touched the head of his shaft.

“Worship my cock, sub girl,” he commanded, his heart tapping with anticipation.

Still not meeting his gaze, Cleo parted her lips.

Jack sighed with pleasure as his cock was sheathed in the wet warmth of her mouth. His balls tightened, his cock hardening to full erection as she worked her magic with lips and tongue. He held her in place until the head of his cock was nestled at the back of her throat.

He groaned in pleasure as she suckled and licked, little choking sounds pulled periodically from her lips when he went too deep. Christ, it felt so fucking good. Her full breasts hung down like ripe melons with plump red berries at their center, caught in a pretty crisscross of rope. If he wasn’t careful, he would come before he meant to.