At His Mercy (Masters Club 1)

“Floor,” he said instead.

It took her a moment to react. Then, with a small nod, she lay face down on the mat and crossed her wrists behind her back. Satisfied, he took her through apology—which required her to turn her head so her forehead was touching the ground, and to spread her arms wide on either side of her body. It was a physical expression of total obedience and submission, perfect when a sub had something to apologize for.

Cameron returned to the hands position, and then moved to wait and wait up, both standing positions, differentiated by arms in a box position behind the back versus wrists crossed overhead.

“You’re doing very well,” he complimented her, crossing one ankle over the other knee to hide the now-raging erection bulging at his groin. It was a natural reaction to watching a lovely woman expose herself in various ways—nothing more than that.

Struggling to master his urges, he said, “Spread.”

Jess lowered herself once more to the mat. This time she lay on her back, arms tucked beneath her in a box position, legs spread wide.

In spite of himself, Cameron leaned closer, dipping his head to get a better view of her cunt. He inhaled, detecting the trace scent of her intoxicating musk. The petals of her labia were slick with moisture. Jesus H. Christ, this woman was hot.

Without consciously deciding, Cameron found himself on his feet. “Wheel,” he said, his voice throaty with lust. As she lifted herself into the final position, he surreptitiously adjusted his cock in his pants.

It was the perfect submissive offering—her body arched into a backbend, feet and hands braced flat on the mat, legs spread wide. Giving in to his urge at last, Cameron ran his hands lightly over her flanks. Her skin was slightly moist with perspiration, her ribs visible in the taut position, her coppery auburn hair hanging in long, loose curls to the mat. Her breasts rested like soft mounds of perfection on her chest, her thigh muscles taut from holding the difficult position.

Crouching in front of her, he stroked an errant curl from her face. Her lips were softly parted, the tip of her pink tongue just visible between small white teeth. He had the sudden, ridiculous urge to lean a little closer—to let his lips slide over hers, and his tongue to slip into her mouth.

He pressed his lips together and rose quickly back to his feet. Yet he continued to stroke her velvety-soft skin, his finger dancing over her lithe, arched form.

She shuddered at his touch, a soft sigh coming from her lips. Leaning over her, he cupped her breasts, enjoying the hard press of her erect nipples against his palms. His mouth watered with the desire to lick, bite and suck those nipples. Instead, he contented himself with gripping each nubbin between thumb and forefinger, and giving it a savage twist.

Her answering cry of erotic pain jolted along his cock like an electric current. The scent of her arousal was stronger now, spicy-sweet and so alluring. Succumbing partially to his desire, he released her breasts and brought his hand to her mons, cupping her offered, spread cunt. Heat radiated from her sex. Moving his hand, he lightly stroked her outer labia, drawing a teasing circle around her hooded clit. She moaned softly, her body now trembling. Was that from exertion or lust?

Unable to resist, he slipped a finger into her tight, wet heat. Her cunt spasmed around the digit and she whimpered softly. Cameron’s cock throbbed, his balls aching. He could just imagine the tight, slick grip of those muscles sheathing his cock

She moaned again, arching upward to force his finger deeper inside.

The wanton gesture jerked him back to his senses.

What the fuck did he think he was doing?

All at once, he pulled his hand away and stepped abruptly back, nearly knocking over the folding chair in the process. “Positions training is over for now,” he snapped, his tone brusquer than he’d intended. He blew out a breath, forcing a smile to his lips. “You may rest on the mat while I get you some water.”

Every playroom contained a small refrigerator, always kept filled with cold water and juice. As Jess collapsed rather inelegantly onto the mat, Cameron retrieved a bottle of water from the fridge.

Returning to Jess, he unscrewed the cap and handed the bottle to her. She lifted herself to a sitting position and accepted it with a slightly trembling hand. “Thank you, Sir,” she said, her voice a little breathless, though from exertion or something else, he couldn’t say and refused to ponder.

She brushed her hair from her forehead with the back of her hand and took a long drink of water. Her cheeks and chest were flushed, her eyes bright.

“I’m pleased with your work on the positions,” Cameron remarked, fully back in control. He would take her down to the main dungeon and show her off to his fellow members. “So, what do you say, Jess? Are you ready to make your debut as the Masters Club’s newest pleasure sub?”