More than a Dare (Masters Club 4)

The sky had darkened and the wind whipped the snow sideways against the windshield. The normally ten-minute drive to his building took forever as the traffic crawled along at a snail’s pace. The car just in front of him skidded at the red light, nearly sideswiping a car in the other lane before righting itself.

The glare from oncoming headlights coupled with the heavy snowfall made visibility poor at best. Hayden had to pry his fingers from the steering wheel when he was finally parked beneath his building, his entire body clenched from the effort of getting them home safely.

They were silent as they rode in the elevator to his floor. They stood close together, the sexual tension crackling between them. Hayden put his arm around Dahlia, pulling her against him. He slipped his cold hand into the top of her coat and beneath her blouse and into her bra.

She shivered at his icy touch against her warm skin, her nipple instantly hardening in his palm. Anticipation zipped through his bloodstream, stiffening his cock.

Once inside his door, Hayden pulled Dahlia into his arms and gave her a long, lingering kiss. As he explored her mouth with his tongue, he unzipped her coat, pushing it from her shoulders. She reached for his jacket at the same time.

Pulling away, he caught her wrists, bringing her arms gently but forcibly to her sides. She looked up at him, clearly startled.

“An obedient sub girl doesn’t take that sort of liberty with her Dom.” He let go of her wrists, pleased when her arms remained at her sides.

“That’s better.” Hayden removed his jacket and slipped out of his loafers. He held out his jacket to Dahlia. “Hang this, along with yours, in the closet. Remove your sneakers and leave them in the foyer by mine. Have a seat on the couch while I make us a hot drink.”

He moved quickly around the kitchen, preparing their drinks. Once he got the kettle going, he turned back to Dahlia while loosening his tie and pulling it free from his collar. “I’m making us hot spiced tea with just a splash of rum. That work for you?”

“Sure,” she agreed. She glanced from him to the large picture windows that flanked one wall of the apartment. “Man, it’s really a full-on blizzard out there. I’m so glad we’re here and not out there.”

“Me, too,” Hayden agreed. He rubbed his hands together in mock glee as he adopted the wicked witch’s voice from The Wizard of Oz. “No escape for you, my pretty. I’ve got you right where I want you.”

“And my little dog, too,” Dahlia quipped right back at him, her imitation far better than his.

They both laughed, and Dahlia, who’d been holding herself somewhat stiffly, leaned back against the cushions, still chuckling.

He carried the mugs over and held one out to Dahlia.

She accepted it, cupping it with both hands as she dipped her head and inhaled. “Hmm,” she said appreciatively. “This smells wonderful.”

Hayden took a seat beside her and leaned back with a contented sigh. They sipped in companionable silence for a while. Then Hayden set down his mug and fished his phone from his pocket. He tapped the screen.

“Oh, no,” Dahlia said. “Are they texting you already?”

He knew she meant the hospital. Intent on finding what he was looking for, he didn’t look up as he replied, “No. This is something else.”

He found the file and tapped it open. He began to read.

The lights flick on, penetrating my closed eyelids. Somehow, despite the fact I am bound inside a slave cage, I managed to fall into a fitful doze in the hour or so he’d left me there in the dark. I’m on my hands and knees, a canvas harness looped around my waist and up over the top bars so I can’t move out of position. My thighs are bound to the side bars, spread wide.

“This is so you will be fully accessible to me,” Master had explained as he’d tied me in place. Coming around to the front of the cage, he had instructed, “Open wide.”

How I hated that dental gag. But Master wanted it for me, so of course I opened my mouth, allowing him to place the metal device in my mouth and position it behind my front teeth. Slowly, he’d cranked the ratchet on the side of the gag, forcing my jaws wide before locking it into place.

Hayden stole a glance at Dahlia, whose face, predictably, had turned red. “Oh, my god. Where’d you get that? Did you take my book?”

With a shake of his head, he continued reading.

My eyes fly open, my breath catching as Master enters the room. He is shirtless, the fly of his black leather pants open, his thick cock in his hand. My cunt instantly aches for him.

He crouches in front of me and slides his cock into my gaping mouth. He fucks my face until his shaft is hard and heavy on my tongue. Pulling back, he moves behind the cage, out of my line of sight.