Claiming Cleo (Masters Club 2)

“And another,” Eric commanded.

Rowan remained frozen as Cleo took another, small step back. The added tension on the chains made both girls wince as the clover clamps tightened painfully on their nipples.

“Rowan,” Eric directed, placing a hand lightly on her shoulder. “You need to take a step back as well. Maybe this will help.” He turned up Rowan’s remote, the whirring sound between her legs growing louder.

“Oh,” Rowan breathed, a deep shudder moving through her slender frame.

At a nod from Eric, Jack also clicked Cleo’s remote up a notch. Only the widening of her eyes betrayed what was happening between her legs.

Rowan took a minute step back, her face twisting in pain as the clamps tightened at her nipples.

“Good girl,” Eric encouraged. “You’re doing fine.”

Jack glanced from Rowan to Cleo, who was focused on Rowan. Her expression was outwardly calm, as befitted a properly trained sub, but Jack could sense her concern, which mirrored his own. This simple scene was harder for the girl than it should have been for someone who lived the lifestyle.

Eric had them inch backward and forward along the beam, still facing one another. Jack was struck by how differently the two women handled the scene. Had they been equally trained, it would have been a pretty dance to watch as they moved slowly forward and back, each grappling with the erotic pain combined with the sexual stimulation.

Instead, their movements were jerky and uncoordinated, entirely because of Rowan’s lack of grace and obvious anxiety. It was painfully clear the new trainee was out of her league. Instead of becoming more relaxed as she entered what should have been accepting submissive headspace, she seemed to get more nervous and agitated as the scene progressed.

Cleo, on the other hand, moved with grace and ease, her poise and balance, a testament to her training. But even she, consummate professional that she was, could no longer keep the concern from her face as Rowan followed Cleo’s lead with hesitant, mincing steps. She held out her arms as if she were on a tightrope as she struggled to keep her balance.

Eric and Jack exchanged periodic glances. Jack saw his own concern mirrored in Eric’s face, though the trainer didn’t stop the scene.

As their nipples numbed, Rowan seemed better able to focus. She even managed a shy smile in response to Cleo’s encouraging nod.

From time to time, Eric held up his remote, indicating he was increasing the intensity of Rowan’s vibrator. Jack followed suit with Cleo. Both girls were trembling now with the effort to stave off orgasm.

While Cleo managed to control herself well, Rowan was clearly having a harder time. Sweat beaded on her brow and upper lip. Her face furrowed with concentration as she shuddered in time to the vibrations tickling her clit and radiating from her core.

Eric was watching her intently. Rowan squealed suddenly, jerking sharply, which resulted in what had to be another painful tug to both girls’ nipples.

Rowan tottered precariously on the beam. A violent tremor shook her body. Her large, black eyes filled with tears as she beseeched, “Please, Sir. I’m so sorry, but I can’t. It’s been so long. I haven’t been allowed… Oooooo, god. I’m so, so sorry.” Her voice rose in a squeal. “I can’t help it!”

With a guttural cry, she contorted, nearly doubling over. Her action yanked Cleo off-balance. Rowan slammed one foot down hard on the floor as she was forcibly jerked forward. She yelped in pain as her sudden movement caused the clamp on her left nipple to spring free. It fell against Cleo’s torso. She gasped at the added tug on her own nipple, tears springing to her eyes.

Jack moved instantly to Cleo’s side, clicking off the remote in the process.

Eric had dropped his remote to the mat.

“Clamps,” he said tersely to Jack, who immediately understood. The trainer murmured something into Rowan’s ear and then, with an expert flick of his fingers, released the remaining clamp from her nipple. He handed the chain directly to Jack.

Jack turned to Cleo, keeping the chain loosely in his hand so it wouldn’t add extra tension to her still trapped nipple. Letting it hang gently down, he placed his thumbs and forefingers on both Cleo’s nipples.

“Ready?”

“Yes, Sir,” she replied in a trembling voice, her eyes flicking from the now sobbing Rowan to Jack. She drew in a sharp breath as he released her clamps, allowing the blood flow to return, along with renewed pain.

Jack resisted the impulse to lean down and suckle each reddened nipple in turn. Instead, he eased the vibrator from Cleo’s sex and dropped it to the waiting towel on a nearby mat.

Eric, meanwhile, had removed Rowan’s vibrator. She was huddled on the floor, her face in her hands. Crouching beside her, Eric wrapped his arms around the sobbing girl, who hid her face in his chest.