At His Mercy (Masters Club 1)

That impulse alone reiterated that his decision to hand her off to another Dom for her first scene had been the correct one. As much as he wanted to deny it, he wasn’t fully in control of his feelings at the moment. It wouldn’t be fair to Jess to scene with her until he could get his head back on straight.

And anyway, it was his responsibility as her mentor to objectively assess her strengths and weaknesses. It would be easier to do that from the sidelines, rather than hurling himself into the thick of it.

He stood at some distance from the scene station, his view partly obscured by the members that had gathered to watch the newbie in her first dungeon scene. He couldn’t help but feel a proprietary swell of pride at how well she was handling herself in the face of considerable stress. The predicament play made things extra complicated for her, as any sudden movement on her part would cause pain to Kevin’s slave girls. So far, Jess was remaining still, the chain clamped in her mouth, despite what Cameron could see was a fairly intense flogging.

Fortunately for the girls, Kevin had lowered the intensity of the sex toys vibrating inside all three women. But he hadn’t turned them off. Hopefully, the erotic pain Jess was enduring would be enough to offset the rising pleasure of the vibrators whirring inside her until Kevin gave her permission to come.

A sudden, startled cry by Anna drew Cameron’s attention. Jess must have jerked the chain, tugging on Anna’s newly healed piercing. Jess made a small, distressed mewling sound, her head swiveling toward Anna, apology etched into her expression.

Kevin continued to wield the flogger, its tresses slapping loudly against Jess’s bare body. Cameron had another insane urge to interrupt the scene—to grab the flogger away from Kevin and take over the job himself.

He really should find his own scene partner for the evening. There were several lovely pleasure subs waiting to be tapped. But he remained rooted to the spot, his eyes fixed on his new mentee. He wasn’t really in the mood to scene, anyway.

The erection in his pants gave lie to that excuse, but he ignored it. It was just a result of the hot scene playing out before him—nothing more.

Layla began to tremble. Her lips were pressed together, her eyes squeezed shut. Cameron suspected she was trying to hold off the orgasm building inside her. Kevin, an attentive Dom, apparently noticed too, even though he was standing behind the girls.

“Control yourself, Layla,” he growled. He followed the words with an especially savage thwack of the flogger, this one directed at Jess’s calves.

Predictably, Jess jerked again, yelping around the chain. Both Layla and Anna cried out this time as the chains tugged hard at their tender nipples. Jess’s cheeks were flushed, her skin lightly sheened with sweat. Tears had filled her eyes, whether from the erotic pain or her remorse at having hurt the girls, he couldn’t say.

Kevin walked around the girls, standing now in front of Jess. He pulled back his arm and let the flogger fly, the tresses snapping against Jess’s breasts like a hard rain hitting a window pane. She jerked again, tugging at the chains and pulling yet another anguished cry from both girls.

Jess was breathing hard and blinking rapidly, but she remained in position.

Kevin shifted his stance, now striking first Anna and then Layla with the flogger, hitting their breasts and their thighs with the whippy leather. Jess kept the chain in her mouth, drool dripping down her chin. Her breasts were marked from the flogger, the nipples like plump cherries at their centers.

Cameron had to swallow to keep from choking on his saliva at the sight of those reddened, erect nipples. He longed to take them into his mouth, one at a time, to suck away the pain. His cock was hard as a steel rod, his balls aching.

What the hell was his problem?

Sure, the scene was sexy, with three now-trembling naked women tethered together trying to stave off orgasm while handling the erotic pain meted out by their exacting Master. But there were plenty of hot scenes going on all around the dungeon. Perfume, sweat and pheromones scented the air, a backdrop to the breathy cries of erotic pain and pleasure filling the room.

Finally, Kevin set down the flogger and pulled out the pinwheel toy he’d brandished earlier. He blocked Cameron’s view as he moved to stand directly in front of Jess. He would roll those sharp pinwheels over her now tenderized breasts, bringing the scene, and the girls, to a climax.

Cameron shifted, moving closer in an effort to see Jess’s face and gauge how she was doing. He maneuvered himself to the edge of the scene station, as close as he could get without actually stepping onto the mat himself. He now had a perfect head-on view of the naked, trembling girl. She was handling it well, and he felt inordinately proud, as if just by being her mentor for a few hours, he’d made a difference.