At His Mercy (Masters Club 1)

Kevin rolled the wheel over Jess’s right breast. She whimpered as the sharp tines poked her tenderized nipple. Kevin pulled the remote from his pocket and touched a button. All three girls gasped at the sudden increase in vibration. Anna was panting, clearly about to lose it. Jess was trembling from head to foot, her chest heaving. Kevin rolled the wheel again, and Cameron saw a single bright-red bead of blood appear on Jess’s tortured nipple.

Leaning down, Kevin licked away the droplet. Cameron stood rooted to the spot, resisting his impulse to shove the other man out of the way. Suddenly aware he was clenching his fists, he forced his fingers to unfurl. Deep breath, he reminded himself. You’re not her Dom. You’re not running this show.

The scene was nearing its climax, all three girls about to orgasm. Jess still had the chain clenched between her teeth, but Cameron could see she was hanging on by a thread.

Enough, Cameron silently shouted. End the scene, Kevin. Enough.

As if receiving the telepathic message, Kevin lowered his arm and retrieved the remote again from his pocket. He touched a button, commanding, “Come for me, girls. All of you, come like the delicious little sluts you are.”

Jess lifted her head suddenly, her eyes widening as they met Cameron’s. His heart gave an inexplicable twist as they locked gazes. She moaned around the chain, the sound low and feral.

The air was suddenly over-warm, and Cameron was finding it hard to catch his breath. He reached up reflexively to tug at his shirt collar, forgetting for a moment he was bare-chested beneath his silk jacket. He had to get out of there.

Turning on his heel, he strode away from the station without looking back. He spied Cleo standing nearby, apparently unoccupied. “Cleo,” he said, tapping her lightly on the shoulder.

She dropped at once to her knees and looked up at him with a sweet smile. “Yes, Master Cameron? How can I serve you, Sir?”

“You can see to my new charge, Jess,” he said urgently. Realizing he sounded pressured, he took a breath and forced his face into a bland, reassuring smile. “I, uh, I have some urgent business to attend to. She’s over there.” He waved toward the station he’d abandoned. “Her scene is winding down. She’s going to need a bit of aftercare.”

What was he doing? He was being a coward. He was being a jerk, but he needed to get out of there.

He was tempted to leave the club altogether. But it wouldn’t be fair to leave Jess on her own after her first scene. He had an obligation as her mentor. “Bring her to me when you’re done,” he said to Cleo. That should give him some time to get his head back on straight. “I’ll be waiting in the auction room.”

Cleo rose gracefully to her feet. “Yes, Master Cameron. Right away, Sir.”

With a nod, Cameron turned away. Wending his way quickly through the dungeon, he fairly burst out into the foyer, nearly colliding with Alex Rosenthal in the process.

“Whoa there, young fella.” Alex, nearing ninety, gripped Cameron’s shoulders to steady him. A retired neurosurgeon, he still had a steady hand and a sharp intellect. “Where are you off to in such a hurry?”

“Alex, hello,” Cameron said, managing a smile. “Sorry, I, uh, wasn’t watching where I was going. It’s great to see you again. How are you holding up?”

“Holding up okay,” Alex said with a philosophical shrug. “I miss Dora more than I can say, but she’s still here.” Alex was recently widowed, his wife and submissive of sixty years having recently passed away. He patted his chest, indicating his heart. He was smiling, though his watery blue eyes looked sad.

The image of Jess, trembling and flushed with orgasm, tried to insert itself into Cameron’s mind, but he shook it hastily away. Alex was just the distraction he needed while he sorted his thoughts.

“How about a drink?” Cameron suggested, putting his arm lightly around the older man’s stooped shoulders. “I was just heading into the auction room to relax a bit.”

“An excellent idea,” Alex agreed. “I’d thought I might venture into the dungeon to see what’s what, but a fortifying brandy beforehand sounds like just what the doctor ordered. This doctor,” he added with a grin, tapping his chest again.

They walked together into the spacious, comfortable room. There were several small groups of people clustered here and there, sipping drinks and talking softly. Cameron headed toward the amply stocked liquor cabinet and selected a bottle of Remy Martin cognac.

~*~

Jess opened her eyes to a smattering of applause. It took her a moment to focus and reorient herself after the intense scene and toy-induced orgasm. The chain had fallen from her lips at some point, as it was no longer in her mouth. She was crouched on the mat, dizzy and a little confused.