More than a Dare (Masters Club 4)

Once they’d both had their fill of the lasagna, Hayden pushed back from the table and got to his feet. He had an idea that would make things a little more interesting for her during dessert.

“Clear away the things while I get something from the bedroom. When I come back, we’ll have some ice cream. Do you like mocha almond fudge?”

Her face lit up. “Yum. One of my favorites. Sir.”

There was still that slight stutter over the word Sir. And Master had yet to cross her lips.

No matter. She was trying. That was enough—for now.

“Great,” he replied, turning his focus back to his plans for her. “Be right back.”

In typical Dahlia fashion, she’d already loaded the dishwasher, put away the remainder of the lasagna and was in the process of wiping down the counter when he returned to the kitchen.

A sudden, sexy vision of her in nothing but a little apron and stiletto heels, her ankles hobbled by a length of chain, made his cock harden. So many fun ideas, so little time…

She turned as he entered the kitchen. He held out the toy he’d selected for her, still in its protective wrapper. “This is for you,” he said. “It’ll make dessert a little more…interesting.”

She stared at the toy as he moved closer. “What,” she began, before catching herself. “Um. Permission to speak?” she amended.

“Granted.”

“What is that thing, Sir?”

“It’s a butterfly vibrator—a great hands-free way to provide a little—or a lot—of stimulation. You’re going to wear it during dessert.”

He pulled away the packaging and tossed it in the trash. The vibrator came with its own remote, and he’d snagged a tube of lubricant as well. He set the remote and lube on the counter and held up the contraption for Dahlia to see. The vibrator, made of soft, pink plastic, was shaped like the thorax of a butterfly, with elastic straps attached to the small wings so it would be held in place at the waist and thighs.

She lifted her brows as she took it in, but made no protest.

“Let’s go back to the table,” he said, grabbing the lube and remote from the counter.

He had her stand with her legs apart as he crouched in front of her. At his direction, she stepped into the panty-like device. He slid the elastic straps up, adjusting it around each thigh and at her waist. Adding lubricant to the soft plastic of the butterfly, he nestled it between her labia.

“Comfy?” he asked, giving the butterfly a pat.

“It feels weird, Sir. The straps are kind of annoying, to tell you the truth.”

He shrugged. “I’m guessing you’ll forget all about that once the toy is turned on.” To make his point, he took the remote from the table and flicked it to its lowest setting.

“Oooh,” she breathed as the toy whirred to life between her legs.

“Oh, indeed,” he replied with a grin. He pointed to the cushion. “Present while I get our ice cream. You do not have permission to come, so don’t even think about it.”

Basic Psych 101—order someone not to think about something, and that’s exactly what they did.

This was going to be fun.

~*~

Dahlia shifted on the cushion, moaning softly as the gooey butterfly vibrated against her. Even at a low setting, she wouldn’t be able to resist for long.

Don’t even think about it.

That was good advice, actually. She focused instead on her annoyance with this whole not being permitted on furniture or being allowed to feed herself. It hadn’t really occurred to her that submission wasn’t always sexy and fun. The women in the novels she’d read always seemed to adore whatever was happening to them. Even slave m., while often frightened and pushed beyond her limits, ultimately craved every submissive act and erotic humiliation her Master could devise.

She had signed up for this. No way was she going to wimp out this early in the game. Hayden obviously knew what he was doing when it came to slave training. She needed to stop analyzing everything and just flow with the experience. After all, what he said made sense—when you truly submit, you don’t get to pick and choose. No one had said it would be easy. She had wanted a genuine experience, and she was getting it.

She was distracted from her thoughts as Hayden re-entered the dining area, a large glass bowl of ice cream and a spoon in his hands. Just the sight of the gorgeous guy, broad shouldered and bare chested, his deep blue eyes fixed on her as he approached, was enough to get her full attention. The butterfly vibrating between her legs only magnified her desire.

All at once, before she could stop it, a climax coiled and then struck, making her gasp aloud and sending a telltale shudder through her frame. When she realized what was happening, her face flushed with heat, her hands clenched into fists on her thighs.