Returning to Her Master

“Yes, yes, of course I do.” Her thighs fell open when he inched her skirt up. “Oh, God,” she moaned as he deftly slid her thong off and cupped her aching sheath.

“You’re wet, darlin’. Even your pretty curls are damp. Tell me you don’t get this wet for just any guy,” he demanded.

“I don’t,” she gasped as he entered her with two fingers. “I honestly don’t. This isn’t like me.” Arching into his hand, she laid her head back against his arm and gloried in the easy way he could arouse her, oblivious to the sights and sounds around them.

He drove her crazy tormenting her, his fingers filling her, exploring every inch of her vagina while rasping his thumb over her clit. He kept her body strung taut on a low simmer, never allowing her to boil over. Frustration and need had her perspiring, cursing, and pleading as she begged him for release.

“Please, please, master. More, I need more.”

“She begs so nice.”

Cassie’s eyes flew open to see Jack sitting on the chair opposite them, his erection a blatant bulge in his slacks, his dark eyes warm and caressing as he looked at her bent, splayed legs and Marc’s hand between them. With her skirt pulled to her waist and her top lowered, she lay bared and exposed.

Marc tightened his arm around her when she attempted to cover herself. “Stay still.”

His deep voice and the implacable look on his face had her obeying without thought. Then he smiled, the approval lighting his eyes forcing her to bite her lip to keep from blurting out she loved him.

“Good girl. Let me show Jack how pretty you look as you come apart, begging for more, darlin’.”

He took her mouth in a hard kiss, finger fucking her with deep, hard strokes. This time when he pressed his thumb on her clit, he didn’t let up on the pressure. His mouth left hers and returned to her breasts, the arm behind her back holding her up to him. She had no defense from the ruthless, dual stimulation, her orgasm bursting with a kaleidoscope of colors, her hips grinding against his hand as he pumped into her with furious strokes. Her body shook as sensation after sensation swamped her, leaving her shaken and limp on his lap, uncaring she still lay sprawled in lewd display. She relished his softer strokes now, the soothing caresses meant to calm her rioting emotions.

As she tried to calm her labored breathing, he whispered in her ear, “Cassie, have you ever fantasized about having two men?”

“What?” Still reeling from her explosive climax, she grappled a moment to grasp his words.

“Just think, darlin’. Four hands, two lips, two cocks, all working to please you.”

Cassie jerked away from him, shaking as if doused in cold water, shock and betrayal leaving her shattered. “You want to share me? With him?” She glanced at Jack and saw the truth in his face.

“I want to please you, we both do. I promise…”

Jumping off his lap, she wasted no time straightening her clothes, her throat clogged with shame, shame she hadn’t felt the past few nights until this moment. Casting a frantic look around, she spotted her thong at the end of the sofa and snatched it up. Marc had risen and now tried to take her arm. Jerking back, she cried out in a voice hoarse with pain and accusation, “Don’t touch me! I thought… I thought…” Tears choked her as she looked at him and saw not the man she thought she loved but the one who cared so little for her he would not only allow but abet another man touching her, fucking her. “I thought you cared.”

“I do, damn it. Cassie, wait. Let’s talk, don’t run off…”

“I don’t want to talk. Coming here was a mistake, one I won’t make again. Men like you want more, expect more, than I’m willing to give.”

“Wait,” he barked in his dom’s voice, the one that brooked no argument and demanded instant obedience. The one that, until this moment, sent ripples of pleasure down her spine.

“Cherry. There, I said my safeword and we’re through, I’m through.” Turning, she fled through the club with blinding tears, her heart breaking, and she never looked back.

Cassie could recall that night with a clearer head now, maybe because she wasn’t blinded by infatuation and deeply ingrained moral convictions. Maturity forced her to be honest with herself, first regarding her stagnant relationship with Rick, and second with what she really wanted when it came to sex and a relationship. Those few nights with Master Greg confirmed she got off on domination; his betrayal had shown Marc’s actions in a whole new light and her reunion with Marc confirmed it was him and only him she wanted to submit body and soul to. It took her awhile, months in fact, to admit one reason she climaxed so hard that night under his hand was because of Jack’s presence. She remembered thinking it a big turn-on that he got hard watching her, that he was fantasizing about fucking her, that he might want her. But the shock of Marc’s plan had obliterated everything but the sense of betrayal. Watching Morgan with two men, the way they catered to her, their every touch designed to heighten her pleasure, had been an aphrodisiac in itself. And seeing the possessive way Jack looked at Morgan afterward and since had her aching for the same look from Marc.

The door chiming claimed her attention and with a start she realized it was almost closing time. She put away the last few items and went out to greet Marc with less frustration than when he dropped her off. If Michelle was right and his overprotectiveness stemmed from his growing feelings for her, she would try to be more patient.

Chapter Nine

It pleased Marc when Cassie became more acceptable of his protection, but he wouldn’t have minded using her rubber spatula on her again if she hadn’t. When he picked her up earlier, she didn’t start in on how ridiculous it was for him to make two trips to town each day even after another threatening note arrived. When it concerned her safety, he wasn’t willing to take any chances. The thought of someone hurting her made him see red, and there would be no stopping him from seeking justice if it came to that.

A decision would have to be made soon concerning their relationship. Right now they were together because of circumstances. If he were honest with himself, he would admit he had been losing the battle to stay away from her when Scott contacted him about the first note she received. He also knew no one could coerce him into doing anything he didn’t want to do, including having sex, no matter how much he wanted it. Cassie, he knew, thought she was only in his bed because she refused to come stay at the lodge any other way. He let her think that, not yet ready to admit to her how much he still wanted her, how her bravery and determination to seek him out again had torn down all his defenses. The fear she would disappear from his life a second time still plagued him, making it difficult for him to ease her mind just yet or lower his guard all the way. But he was getting closer to accepting her back into his life, of putting the past behind him.

“Everything ready?” Jack asked, pulling Marc out of his thoughts.

Looking around the club room, he nodded his head. “Yeah. Only about ten of the group checked in today. You said about twelve more will be here for the weekend?”

“Yes, they’re all checking in after three on Friday.” Turning to head back upstairs, Jack asked, “Do you plan to scene with Cassie tonight?”

“She’s had enough experience to know what to expect, so yes. It still irks me she sought another dom before coming here, but I can understand why she did it.”