At His Mercy (Masters Club 1)

Chapter 12

Jess’s heart was fluttering, her cunt throbbing. She could still feel the twist of his fingers on her nipples, and the delicate, sensual stroke of his fingers along her labia. When he’d pressed a finger inside, she’d nearly lost it. Only the difficulty of holding the strenuous position had saved her from coming on the spot.

“Yes, please, Sir,” she said in answer to his question.

Master Cameron looked smoking hot in black leather pants over square-toed boots. He wore a tuxedo-type black jacket with satin lapels, and was shirtless beneath the open jacket. The look was both sexy as hell and incredibly elegant.

His chest was smooth, the pecs and abs clearly defined. She had a strong urge to press her palm flat against his sternum and feel the beat of his heart.

Reaching into the inner pocket of his jacket, Master Cameron produced a thin, red leather collar with O-rings attached in front, back and on either side. “Kneel and lift your hair. This collar identifies you as a pleasure sub. You are always to wear it while on the premises. Remember, when you enter the dungeon, you belong to every Dom there. You are to submit and obey without question or hesitation. You are expected not only to engage in whatever sadistic play amuses your Master of the moment, but also to satisfy him or her sexually, if that is their wish.”

Him or her?

A stab of anxiety pierced Jess’s buoyant mood. She had French kissed a girl in college at a boozy party, but that was the extent of her sexual interaction with other women. What if some Domme spread her legs and ordered Jess to get to work? Would she be able to do it?

Maybe if Master Cameron was the one doing the ordering…

Shifting from her butt back to her knees, she inclined her head forward as she lifted her hair from the back of her neck. A lovely shudder of pleasure coursed through her as Master Cameron buckled the collar in place, his fingers grazing her skin. She allowed herself the brief fantasy that he was collaring her as his personal sub, but after a moment, she shook that away. This was all exciting enough—no romance novel scenario required. Besides, thinking of him that way would only lead to trouble down the line.

“Stand up and let me see you,” Master Cameron directed, once the collar was in place.

Jess obeyed, trying to rise gracefully like Corrine in the positions training video, but not at all sure she managed to pull it off. She reached up to touch the band around her throat. She liked the feel of the soft leather against her skin and all that implied.

“Hands at your sides,” Master Cameron said.

Jess at once dropped her hand. Her blood heated as he frankly appraised her naked body. After a moment, she looked down to avoid his searching gaze. She looked up again at the sound of clinking chain. Master Cameron now held a metal chain dog leash in his hand.

“Since it’s your debut, I thought we’d make something of an entrance. I will lead you into the dungeon on this leash, which symbolizes that you are property of the club, as does the collar.”

A shivery thrill moved through Jess at his words. She held her breath as he attached the leash to her collar.

“Shall we?” he asked, one side of his mouth curving in a half smile, his gray eyes glittering beneath the thick fringe of dark lashes.

He led her from the room and down the stairs to the second floor. Jess’s heart began to pound as they entered the main dungeon.

There were twenty or so people already in the large space. Some were engaged in play, while others were standing in small groups, quietly chatting or just watching the action. There were six women kneeling along the side of one wall on floor cushions facing outward toward the room. Each of them, like Jess, wore a red leather collar.

A tall, heavyset man in black jeans and a black knit shirt approached the kneeling women and tapped a blonde in a crimson satin corset on the shoulder. She rose at once to her feet, her head bowed. She followed the man to a station that contained a black rubber restraint web, a rack of impact toys beside it.

Jess glanced around the space, wondering where Master Cameron and she were going to scene. She was beyond nervous, having gone straight to thrilled excitement at the thought of scening with him her very first night in the dungeon. She silently promised herself to obey to the letter, and to submit with total grace to whatever he wished of her. She was fairly confident about her ability to withstand intensive erotic pain, given the proper build-up. And she was sure Master Cameron would do things right—giving her a chance to adjust along the way. Unlike Sir Stephen, who hadn’t given her skin a chance to acclimate to the sudden, sharp whip of his cane during the audition.