His To Master and Own (Miami Masters 5)

Alessa shifted in uncomfortable awareness as she thought back.

“Be honest, Alessa.”

She couldn’t disobey that order any more than she’d been able to resist ceding to Sean’s demands ever since he agreed to take her on. “No, I guess I wasn’t. I can remember thinking she needed to stand up for herself.”

“And how long after you saw how much pleasure she enjoyed from submitting twenty-four/seven did your fantasies start to take root?”

The calm softness of his voice washed over her and sank into her pores, wiping away the instant tenseness brought on by his probing questions, and she exhaled on a long sigh. “Not long,” she returned with a shake of her head at the rueful insight.

“And enough men left you disappointed in the past that you didn’t want to risk causing a wedge between Krista and any one of us who might’ve topped you had you attended a play party,” he filled in with his usual astuteness.

“Something like that.”

Sean tugged her hand again and pointed up the deck. “Come on. I want to show you our water features,” he stated, switching back to tour guide with ease.

“Good grief! That’s the biggest hot tub I’ve ever seen.” They stopped before the bubbling basin with its low curving benches and multiple jets. A fine mist sprayed Alessa’s face, the droplets warm until a slight breeze dried them. The constant slow rocking of the yacht shifted under her feet, making standing still in heels difficult without leaning against him. Or maybe that was an excuse to feel the press of his muscled arm against her side.

“It’ll hold ten comfortably, or uncomfortably, if someone finds herself tethered spread eagle in front of a jet.” His eyes darkened with whatever image had popped into his head, his constant, watchful observance eliciting a warm flush that spiked the simmering arousal his presence always set off. “Over here is our mermaid fountain, a favorite apparatus of all us guys.”

The big busted mermaid rose from the round basin with her arms stretched out to the side, her head tilted skyward. Alessa could only guess what they used the large nipple rings for. She flicked Master Sean a wry, sideways peek from under her lashes. “I’m afraid to ask where she spouts water.”

The ease with which he stood on the undulating deck emphasized his bulging thigh muscles and added to his overall appearance of strong, sensual dominance. Alessa’s naughty body sat up and took notice, and her mood switched from playful to needy in the blink of an eye. She wanted him with every fiber of her being, the urgent demand moving inside her with as much forceful possession as he’d applied the dildo last week.

“I’ll show you later. Time to go downstairs.” Master Sean’s dark, gruff voice added to the arousal pumping through her veins, her heartbeat kicking up a notch when he hauled her down the stairs and into the room she’d heard so much about from the girls.

Troy, the lighter-haired Carlson brother, was tightening a strap around Krista’s hips where she lay on a padded bench against the side wall. Dax looked over at them, winked, then turned his attention back to securing his wife’s feet in widespread stirrups, leaving her naked and open.

Alessa looked away from the carnal picture of submission her friend portrayed, grateful for the way Master Sean guided her across the plush teal carpeting to the opposite wall. The two poles centered a few feet apart in the middle of the room conjured up all kinds of possibilities, as did the medieval, scary looking chair with its open seat and heavy restraints.

“It’s time for another lesson in trust and giving up control, sweetheart, as soon as Troy and I have you bound. Problem?” he asked, using the cool tone that meant he’d caught her startled jerk when he’d added the other man to their upcoming scene.

If this was another test, she refused to fail before they even got started, or to give him a reason to walk away. “No, no problem, Sir.” Alessa tried not to think about the men who’d left her bed without a backward glance and how she’d feel if two men found her disappointing. Her lack of confidence already had her on shaky ground.

Troy crossed over to them, his brown eyes steady and appreciative when he greeted her. “Alessa, it’s nice to see you on the yacht finally.”

“Thank you.” She flicked a glance at Master Sean and when he nodded, she tacked on, “Sir.” Troy’s warm approval shone in his dark brown eyes as he took in the curve-hugging dress.

“As nice as she looks in that dress, she looks even better naked. Would you mind stripping my sub for me?”

Alessa didn’t have time to balk at Sean’s comment before Troy replied, “Not at all.” With a twirl of his finger, he signaled for her to turn so he could lower the back zipper.

Spinning about, she held her breath, hoping that would enable the closure to slide open easier. Sean bent and fidgeted in front of her with two cuffs attached to the wall at the floor. The dress loosened and fell at her feet, leaving her standing in nothing but her heels since her panties were still in Sean’s pocket. Troy brushed his knuckles down her spine, her body racking with shivers from the light touch.

Sean stood and faced her, his pewter gaze zeroing in on her denuded labia. Cupping his palm over the damp, bare flesh, he bent and whispered in her ear, “Good girl.” As always, the simple praise warmed Alessa in an altogether different way than his hand pressed against her folds. That pleasant sensation took a nosedive into chills when he sidled behind her with Troy and said, “Bend over and remove your shoes, Alessa.”

A wave of humiliation spread up her neck and over her face, but when Troy said gruffly, “Nice ass,” the compliment lent her the courage she needed to follow Master Sean’s instruction. Conscious of their eyes on her, she bent and released the straps around her ankles then slid the shoes off her heels. Rising, she waited with bated breath for his next order.

“Now, back against the wall, feet on either side of the cuffs.”

Alessa had difficulty swallowing past the lump of vulnerability clogging her throat as she faced them and took a clumsy step back until she bumped the wall. Risking a glance at Troy, her breathing escalated at the admiring glint in his eyes, his blatant perusal of her nakedness hot enough to inflame her smoldering arousal. But it wasn’t until she glanced at Sean and saw the proud look he bestowed on her that she responded with her usual fervor. When both men stooped at her feet and wrapped the cuffs around her ankles, she found herself aching for a release brought about by both of them.

“Would you believe people have told Alessa she has a weight problem?” Sean asked Troy in a mild, conversational tone as they pushed to their feet in front of her.

“You’re kidding.” Troy frowned, but it didn’t detract from the attractive, contrasting combo of his tan, swarthy skin and blonde hair. No wonder he and his brother appeared happy to keep playing the field. “Shit, Alessa,” he scoffed. “I hope you told the fuckers to kiss off.” Reaching out with both hands, he cupped the fullness of her breasts while Sean’s steady grey gaze remained glued to her face. “These are part of a lusty figure, not extra weight. Remember that.” He rotated his palms over her nipples then reached up and drew forward two cuffs dangling from a chain.

As if they’d done this before, the guys each took a wrist without a word and lifted her arms up to the chain, which h

ung about two feet in front of her. Attaching them left her posed leaning forward with her heels braced against the wall. The pressure on her shoulders was minimal, but the odd position sent a wave of uncertainty through her. She held still, afraid any movement would send her face down on the floor.

Sean moved into her line of vision and cupped her face. “Breathe, sweetheart.” Maybe it was the way he kept his focus steady on her, his body pressed against hers, pushing her arousal forward and her fear back, or the way his hold felt more supportive than restraining that enabled Alessa to relax. She nodded with a deep inhale and he released her. “Troy.”

Troy took Sean’s place, holding up a black satin blindfold. “This will enhance your other senses and you can have fun guessing who’s touching you where.”

Sean’s deep voice whispered in her ear and accompanied the trail of his fingers down the underside of her right arm. “Some women find the soft skin on this side of their arm very sensitive. It’s often just one of several erogenous areas there are on a woman’s body other than her nipples and clit. We’ll point out a few others.”

Troy cut off her sight with the blindfold just as Sean glided his hand down to the fleshy side fullness of her breasts, the teasing touches joined by two pairs of lips nibbling with both light and hard nips down her neck.

Oh God. The blindfold helped her tune out Dax and Krista’s low voices and enabled her to set aside the disconcerting knowledge they could see them. Her nipples tightened into painful nubs, jutting out as if begging for a touch from those experienced fingers and mouths. Unfortunately, her two tormenters were in no hurry to get to her happy places. Their lips replaced their fingers on the fleshy mounds of her breasts, one delivering an erotic bite and eliciting a sharp cry from her, the throbbing pain soothed with a stroke of his tongue. Arousal from that slight ache spiraled south and settled between her legs, her core throbbing in tune with that bite.