At His Mercy (Masters Club 1)

“Next time I see you,” he said, amusement in his tone, “I’ll expect you to know what wait up means.”

“Yes, Sir,” she managed to reply, her ass still stinging.

“Good girl,” he said, taking a step back. “Now, let’s see what we’ve got here.” Gripping her breasts, he squeezed and kneaded the flesh until she gasped in pain.

In spite of her fear and uncertainty, Jess was incredibly aroused. Her erect nipples poked hard against his palms. Her cunt ached, her breath catching in her throat.

“Very nice,” Master Hayden said in a low, sexy voice. “I see what Cameron means,” he added softly, as if to himself. “She’s a natural.”

All at once, he let her go, taking a step back. “We have an exam to complete.” He kicked lightly at her ankle with the toe of his leather loafer. “Spread those legs, girl, nice and wide.”

Moving closer, he gripped her cunt hard, rubbing his palm against her labia as he cupped her sex. “You’re soaking wet, little slut,” he said playfully, his smile knowing. “You need this, don’t you, Jess?”

His touch was almost rough, but whatever he was doing felt so, so good. If she wasn’t careful, she was going to come right there. “Yes, Sir,” she managed to gasp, a climax rising quickly inside her.

Before she could tumble into orgasm, he abruptly let her go. He regarded her a moment as she struggled to catch her breath. “She’ll do nicely, I think, nurse,” he said, glancing toward Mistress Olivia.

“Very nicely indeed, doctor,” Mistress Olivia replied with a chuckle. “Shall we get her up on the table for the full exam?”

“Yes.” He turned to Jess. “Up you go. Lie on your back, feet in the stirrups.”

Jess’s mouth had gone dry and her pulse hammered in her throat. For the second time in the space of two days she had no control over the direction of a scene. She understood in that moment that whatever she’d been doing at the public clubs, it hadn’t been true submission. She was both wildly turned on and utterly terrified. Was she going to blow this by backing out?

You’re here because you want to be, she reminded herself urgently. This is fully consensual. More than that, she understood she was still being tested. This was an extension of the audition, and she desperately wanted to succeed.

Though she was trembling, she managed to get herself up and on to the exam table. She scooted down to place her feet in the stirrups. They were set wider than she was used to at a doctor’s office.

“Strap her down, nurse,” Master Hayden said matter-of-factly as he pulled on a pair of blue surgical gloves.

Another jolt of raw fear hurtled through Jess’s gut.

Mistress Olivia leaned over her, her expression kind. She stroked an errant curl from Jess’s cheek, the touch at once maternal and somehow sensual. Her fingernails were long, painted the same bright red as her lips.

“Shh,” she said gently. “Just relax. This is all good. The straps are for your own good. We can’t have you wriggling around during the exam.”

She continued to stroke Jess’s cheek, her touch calming. “Breathe, Jess. Nice, slow, deep breaths. That’s it. Focus on your submission. Remember why you’re here.”

Mistress Olivia’s calming words brought Jess back to herself, her panic ebbing away. She was courageous and strong. She could handle whatever this pair meted out. She would do it for herself.

She would do it for Master Cameron…

“Yes,” Jess whispered, though she hadn’t meant to speak aloud. Since she had, she amended her statement. “Yes, Mistress.”

Mistress Olivia’s smile broadened. “Good girl.”

There were wide canvas straps dangling from one side of the table. Mistress Olivia brought one across Jess’s waist, the other above her breasts, securing and adjusting them so Jess was immobilized. There were slender straps on the stirrups, which she secured around Jess’s ankles. She then pulled Jess’s arms back over her head and secured them with wrist cuffs attached to the table.

Jess had thought she couldn’t feel any more vulnerable, but she was wrong. Mistress Olivia moved to the end of the exam table and turned a crank, causing the stirrups to ratchet wider. She continued until Jess was fully exposed, absolutely nothing left to the imagination. The full helplessness of her position hit her hard, leaving her shaken, her mouth dry, her heart palpitating.

Don’t blow this, she silently urged herself. You’ve handled tougher scenes than this.

“Time for your pelvic exam,” Master Hayden said, appearing beside her, a large tube of lubricant in his hand. His tongue moved sensually over his upper lip as his gaze swept her bound, naked body. “You’ll find my exam methods aren’t quite…orthodox. There will be pain, but there will be pleasure, too.” His eyes hooded, darkening as his lips lifted in a slow smile. “I have just one rule—make sure you get permission before you come.”