His To Master and Own (Miami Masters 5)

Working together, Troy pulled his fingers out of her pussy then lay on his back, arranging her thighs over his hips before drawing her down on top of him. Trevor shifted behind her and sheathed his cock in a lubed condom before aiming it between her spread buttocks. Both men groaned as they entered her together then set up a well-practiced, tandem rhythm that drew her gasp.

Working his hand up and down his shaft, Sean would have been content to jack off, but Janice turned her face and licked her lips again. This time, he did take control by clasping her head and drawing her mouth onto his cock then holding her still as he pumped in and out. Her lips clung to his ridged length, her tongue once again swirling in constant strokes that drove him to the brink within moments. The carnal grunts from the Carlsons as they pumped inside her pussy and ass mingled with the low moans coming from Janice’s throat and vibrating against his flesh.

“Shit, looks like I’m going to beat you two,” Sean groaned when he felt the small eruptions of his climax rippling up from his sac. Like a pro, Janice swallowed his cum, her throat convulsing as she continued to draw his seed from him. The sting from the sharp tug on the small bar piercing his crown drew another burst of pleasure and he shut his eyes, letting it wash through him.

Pulling away, he let her enjoy the rest of their fucking as he righted his clothes and strode across the room to the bar. They refrained from alcohol during play parties, so he snagged a soft drink from the small refrigerator and wondered why he didn’t feel as content as he usually did after sex. Leaning against the bar, he observed his friends, saw Miles carrying Hope over to a chair and settling her on his lap next to another seat where Dax sat with Krista kneeling at his feet, resting her head with undisguised contentment on his thigh. Sean was always diligent about aftercare himself, but he knew Janice would be in good hands with Troy and Trevor, and as he looked over at them, saw he was right. Trevor already held her against his chest, stroking her perspiration slick body as Troy stood, leaned down and kissed her before adjusting his clothes and strolling Sean’s way. The ache to have someone of his own to care for returned, but he shoved it aside with a ruthless push, refusing to dwell on what wouldn’t ever be.

“You don’t look too pleased about just getting your rocks off,” Troy stated with his usual bluntness as he snatched a bottle of water and tilted it to his mouth.

“Your sub did an excellent job in pleasing me,” Sean returned, leaving it at that.

“Oh no, you don’t. She’s a sub, not my sub. Neither Trevor nor I have any intentions of going down the road of the others. That leaves you to be next.”

“That’s about as likely as you two. What have you heard about the perp abusing women at the clubs? Anything new?” Over the past few months, someone who had proved to be very adept at disguises and getting false IDs had gotten away with three assaults at three different clubs in the state. So far, he hadn’t struck twice in the same club, that they knew of. Since a lot of assaults went unreported, there could be more they weren’t aware of, which made all of them eager to see this guy stopped and punished. Troy was the lead detective on the case, and from the frustration darkening his eyes, there were still no clues to the man’s identity.

“Funny you should ask,” Troy said. “That’s what I came over here to discuss with you. Another report hit my desk today, this one out of Daytona Beach. Checking in with club owners across the state, there have been more incidents, most of them altercations where the woman became suspicious before he could harm her.”

“Fucker’s making his way around,” Sean said with disgust. “How can I help?” Maybe involving himself with catching this guy would take his mind off the dissatisfaction that had been eating at him for the past few weeks.

“We’re starting to see a pattern to his travels, and it looks as if he might be making his way back here via the coast. Trevor and I will be out of town next weekend, visiting Ray, and I have people covering the clubs between here and Daytona Beach except in Coral Springs. Think you can spend a few hours at Dominion next weekend?”

Sean knew the brothers spent as much time as they could with the retired cop who had taken them in after their parents’ deaths and they returned from the juvenile camp. “No problem. I’ll get in touch with James—does he still own Dominion?”

Troy nodded. “Yes, I spoke with him this morning. So far, there have been no altercations at his place, but this guy is good, too damn good.”

“Then let’s take him down.” Sean spotted Zach and Sandie leaving the room and a minute later, heard the rev of the yacht’s powerful motor. Tossing his empty soda can into the recycle bin, he told Troy, “I’ll be in touch later this week and confirm my plans. Thanks for inviting me to scene with you.”

“I’m just glad you did. Now, I have to go do my duty and take over for Trevor if we’re headed back in.”

Sean reached the door as Troy assisted Janice up from his brother’s lap and began helping her dress. The two of them may not be ready to settle down, but no one could fault them for the care they bestowed on their subs. He left the playroom and strolled around the quiet deck as they sailed back to port. Despite his moody disposition when he’d first arrived, he was glad he’d come tonight. Being around friends, those he shared such close ties with, went a long way toward reminding him how lucky he was. They all came from troubled childhoods, something he often dished out unsolicited advice for when he noticed one of them brooding over the past. He supposed it only fair they had wanted to do the same for him and had to admit their concern helped lighten his mood. Now, if he could just hang on to the contentment he now felt.

CHAPTER 2

A fter entering the last round of medications she’d administered to her patients onto their charts, Alessa Alexander pushed back from the console at the nurse’s station and stood. Stretching, she breathed a sigh of relief the night was over for her and the weekend loomed ahead for a much-needed break. The heart floor where she’d worked as a registered nurse for five years now was currently at full capacity, which meant a busy evening for her second shift job. Given what she had planned for tomorrow night, the past exacting week worked in her favor. The less time she had to dwell on the decision to visit a BDSM club for the first time, the better.

Grabbing her purse, she turned to Casey, the floor supervisor. “I’m out of here, unless you need me for anything else.”

Casey waved her hand without rising. “You go. You’re always the first to clock in and the last to clock out. I wish I had ten more like you, especially when we’re so full. Have any plans for the weekend?”

None I can share with anyone. “Nothing special. See you Monday.” Alessa padded down the now darkened hall, opting for the stairs instead of the elevator. Her best friend Krista would be thrilled, she mused as she opened the door and started the downward trek from the third floor. Krista had been after her for ages to try out the club she’d been a member of for years. Just wed to her second master, Dr. Dax Hayes, Krista’s pleasure in living as a full-time sub couldn’t be missed. But, if that was all Alessa craved from a relationship, it wouldn’t have taken her so long to decide to dip her toes into the lifestyle and test the waters of submission. No, what she wanted, yearned for, was so odd she had trouble defining it even to herself.

Grateful for the silence of the stairwell, she took her time descending to the parking garage level. This time of night, when the midnight shift arrived and the evening employees departed, usually meant the elevators would be loaded with people ready to leave. Even though her feet ached after being on them for most of the last eight hours, she preferred not to engage in small talk on her way out, not with her mind absorbed with the big step she planned to take after years of disappointing relationships followed by the last months of celibacy. She still wrestled with indecision over her plans to drive out of town tomorrow night to visit a club far enough away from Miami she wouldn’t risk running into one of her new friends. Through Krista and Dax, she’d enjoyed getting to know the others in their sm

all group, but since she wasn’t hooked up with one of Dax’s friends, she often felt like the odd man out during their weekly girls’ night socials. Now that Hope and Miles were together, she was the only one of the five women both unattached and not indulging in the alternative sexual practices the others relished. Until she knew one way or another whether submitting to a Dom would be enough to curb her desire for a more unconventional relationship, she wanted to keep this visit from her well-meaning friends.

There were a few people heading to their cars as she exited the hospital and Alessa waved to a nurse she knew while catching the taillights of Dr. Ward’s new Corvette disappearing around the corner. Opening her car door, she breathed a sigh of relief Charles hadn’t seen her and stopped to chat. Their brief affair ended two months ago, the decision mutual and the split amicable. But that hadn’t alleviated the awkwardness they were just now getting past. The general surgeon had been the first and last co-worker she’d dated, and even though she still thought he was one of the nicest doctors she worked with, it had been a mistake to sleep with someone from the hospital.

“At least I’ve learned my lesson,” she muttered on the way home. Ten years ago, during her early college days, she’d jumped from one man’s bed to another without thought, searching for the connection that had eluded her her whole life, the one everyone seemed to either have had or currently enjoyed except her. When the one-night-stands didn’t work to ease her needs, she went celibate. Then came the succession of ‘nice’ men and boring vanilla sex, which also did nothing to turn her mind off craving a man’s total control of her life.

She’d turned thirty last month and was back to being celibate and alone, even more so now that her only close friend was remarried. How far she would go tomorrow night remained to be seen and would depend on if the desires haunting her could be appeased by taking Krista’s advice and exploring her friend’s lifestyle. No one ever got exactly what they wanted in life. That’s what she’d been telling herself since she’d left her last foster home at seventeen.

Alessa entered the canal-front bungalow she’d been leasing from Krista since her friend moved in with Dax, and the first thing she saw was the small Christmas tree she had yet to take down even though the holiday had passed three weeks earlier. Why she kept the glaring reminder of how alone she’d felt during the month of December, she didn’t know. Krista, as well as her other friends in their small group, had all invited her to share Christmas dinner with them, but she’d declined with a polite lie, telling them she had already accepted an invitation. It had been difficult enough being around the whole group at Jackson’s fundraiser for his rescue and veterinary clinic last fall, then at the weddings of both Sandie and Zach and Krista and Dax. Between her birthday and the holiday reminder of her lack of family, she’d been in a funk she hadn’t wanted to share with her friends.

Having lost her husband almost two years ago, it was obvious to Alessa, and Sandie, Julie and Hope, how well-suited the heart surgeon and Krista were. She hadn’t seen her friend so relaxed and happy since before Krista’s first husband’s heart wrenching diagnosis of ALS. She’d been through a traumatic, emotional upheaval coping with first Kurt’s illness then his suicide, and Alessa was happy for Krista when she’d come to terms with his loss. Since then, Julie and Jackson had mended the bridge that had separated them for six years and just recently Hope and Miles had stopped dancing around each other, becoming a well-suited couple right before the holidays. That left Alessa the only one who wasn’t hooked up with one of the men from their close-knit group, or with anyone else for that matter.

“Enough is enough,” she rebuked herself with a toss of her purse onto the small wicker sofa. With a determination to forge ahead and accept what is instead of constantly looking back and bemoaning what wasn’t, she defrocked the artificial tree and stored everything back in the spare room, which also served as a space for yoga. By the time she finished and fell exhausted into bed, she didn’t need the soothing slap of canal water against the sidewalls to lull her to sleep. Regrets, loneliness and a constant ache for something indefinable were enough.

THE HOUR LONG, scenic drive up the coast to Coral Springs did little to soothe Alessa’s taut nerves, and she pulled into the crowded parking lot of Dominion wondering if she would have the guts to give this a try after all. Getting naked with a stranger wasn’t anything she hadn’t done before, but her affairs had never been conducted in a public setting. Because she’d never felt comfortable baring her ‘too round’ body, she’d always insisted on a darkened bedroom, even during her more promiscuous college days. But that was just one reason for her stomach to cramp with misgivings and her hands to turn clammy as she slid out of the car. The detailed application she’d filled out earlier that day left her with more questions than answers about whether settling for a tamer version of what she really craved was the right step to take.

“You can either remain alone and in limbo or move ahead,” she lectured herself as she strode up to the entry. Pulse pounding music welcomed her as she stepped inside a small entry, padded up to the check-in desk and laid her approved application down. If she continued to move fast, maybe the doubts and insecurities wouldn’t have time to grab hold of her and send her fleeing before she got to first base with anyone.

“Welcome to guest night,” the young blonde greeted her, handing over a green silicone bracelet. “Slip that on and don’t take it off. Green signifies you’re interested in bondage only. If you change your mind and find you want to push yourself a little further, you can negotiate that with your Dom. Go through that door,” she nodded to her left, “and you’ll be escorted to the seating for unattached guests. Have fun.”

Okay, this isn’t too hard, Alessa mused a few minutes later as she looked around the darkened room from her spot on one of the sofas in the center of the cavernous space. Only two other girls sat with her, and they appeared as nervous as she felt. The large crowd kept her from seeing all the standard equipment lining the walls she’d heard about from her friends, but these people didn’t need an apparatus to get down to business. She averted her eyes from the naked, slender girl perched on the bar top when the man in front of her brought her legs over his shoulders and bent his head down between them. Did my face ever portray such a look of bliss during sex? Somehow, she doubted it. If so, she’d likely still be with whoever was responsible. It wasn’t that she didn’t get off; she just couldn’t recall an encounter that hadn’t been as forgettable as she’d apparently been when each of her lovers walked away from her without a backward glance.

Maybe that was all her cravings amounted to, a chance at better sex that might lead to a longer relationship. It’d be nice if it turned out to be that simple. When a tall, light-haired man stopped in front of her and held out his hand, her body grew warm from the chance to find out.

“I’m Master Greg. Are you ready to do some exploring?” he asked with a tilt of his head.

Afraid her voice would emerge as a croak of insecurity, Alessa nodded and took his hand, praying he couldn’t feel her fingers trembling. The small knowing smile curling his lips before he led her toward the back wall hinted her prayer went unanswered.

“Relax. Nothing will happen you don’t want. What’s your name?”

Master Greg stopped at a large padded X and gazed down at her with calm blue eyes. “Alessa… sir.” She remembered to tack on the title when his smile slipped into a frown.

“Well, Alessa, since you’re new, let’s start by seeing how well you adapt to restraints then go from there. Do you want to stick with the stoplight safeword code or come up with one of your own?” he asked, backing her against the apparatus. Goosebumps rose along her arms when she came into contact with the cool leather covering the wood structure.

“No, red, yellow and green works. It’s easy to remember.” Alessa was both surprised and oddly let down by Master Greg’s nice demeanor. She wasn’t sure what she’d expected, but between conversations with her friends and research,

she’d assumed all Doms were as strict with giving orders as their guys. Maybe her status as a newbie and a guest accounted for the easy way he kept things between them. She had to admit it helped ease her trepidations when he lifted her hands above her head, one by one, and wrapped the attached cuffs around her wrists.

He surprised her then by cupping her face and tilting her head up for a light kiss that lacked heat. “Any insecurities?” he inquired after that mild touch of their lips she found more soothing than arousing.

Alessa pulled on her arms, the resistance heating her blood and sending a shiver down her spine, but not one of panic. “No, I’m fine, sir.”

This is easier than I imagined, she thought when he bent and secured her ankles the same as he had her wrists. The padded cuffs were smooth against her bare skin, but still snug enough to prevent any movement. Cool air wafted up her bare legs from their wide spread and elicited tingles of awareness at her vulnerable position.

“You’re doing fine, Alessa.” Master Greg accompanied his soft encouragement with a brush of his hands up her sides before pausing to clasp her waist. “Ready to go a step further?”

She nodded, wishing he’d just take charge and move forward. Alessa wasn’t sure what that said about her, but she’d indulged in her share of polite lovers, and those brief encounters hadn’t worked for her any more than they had for her partners. Tonight was about exploring something different, about seeking an alternative venue for her needs that never seemed to be met no matter what she tried or how much she gave of herself.

Shifting his hands under her breasts, he cupped her fullness through the camisole top she’d worn without a bra. The warmth of his palms seeped through the thin cotton and the rasp of his thumbs over her nipples added a lightning bolt of heat that left the buds puckered and aching for more.

“You have nice breasts, girl.” With his eyes leveled on hers, he slowly pushed the top up until her breasts were bared to his, and others’ eyes.