At His Mercy (Masters Club 1)

“Thought you were gonna pass out there for a minute, when you sank down like that. You okay?”

“Yes, Sir,” Jess replied shakily. “I think.”

Master Kevin laughed. “I think so, too. You did good, newbie.”

“Thank you, Sir,” Jess replied. She was pleased with his praise, but he wasn’t the one from whom she sought approval. She hoisted herself to her feet on wobbly legs, her gaze moving to where Master Cameron had been only a moment before. He was nowhere to be seen.

Anna and Layla had remained standing on either side of her, their hands still clasped on their heads. Unlike Jess, they seemed fully composed and in control of themselves, though a splash of rosy color painted Anna’s chest and cheeks in what Jess guessed was the lingering aftermath of her orgasm.

The toys were still nestled snugly inside Jess, held in place by the harness, but no longer vibrating.

“I need to take care of my girls,” Master Kevin said. He looked around, scanning the area. “Where did he get to?” he muttered.

“Excuse me, Sir. Master Cameron asked me to see to Jess’s aftercare.”

The welcome and familiar British accent made Jess turn her gaze. Cleo had appeared, a silk robe draped over one arm, a small gear bag over her shoulder. She smiled at Jess.

“Ah, okay, then,” Master Kevin replied with a nod. “She’s all yours. Both plugs are fully waterproof. You can return them and the harness to me later. Oh, and I drew a bit of blood there, on her right nipple. That will need cleaning.”

Jess glanced down at herself in surprise. She hadn’t realized he’d drawn blood, though his sudden mouth on her breast, there and then gone before she’d fully processed what he was doing, now made sense.

A dark, sweet submissive pride welled inside her. She’d done it! She’d handled a very intense scene without making a fool of herself. Hopefully, she hadn’t hurt either girl too much in the process. She glanced at Layla and then Anna. Neither seemed the worse for wear, thank goodness. Anna, catching her eye, gave her a broad smile.

Cleo stepped over to Jess. Reaching up, she draped the robe around Jess’s shoulders and led her again by the hand toward the back of the dungeon. It was awkward to walk with the toys still inside her but Jess managed well enough. As they moved through the crowded space, she glanced this way and that, seeking out Master Cameron. But he was nowhere to be seen.

Cleo led her through a door into a narrow hallway. They entered what Jess’s grandmother would have called a powder room—a small bathroom with space only for a toilet, a sink and a low, padded bench covered by a thick towel.

“The recovery rooms are full of people already,” Cleo offered by way of explanation. “I thought maybe you’d want a little privacy to decompress after your debut scene.” Unzipping her bag, she took out a bottle of water and handed it to Jess.

“Thanks,” Jess said gratefully, taking the bottle. She unscrewed the cap and took a long drink.

Cleo pushed down the drain plug and turned on the faucet. She squirted liquid soap into the filling bowl and turned to Jess. “You need help removing the toys?”

“Oh, uh, no, thanks,” Jess said quickly. She set down her water bottle and pulled apart the Velcro tabs holding the harness in place around her waist. Setting it aside, she turned away from Cleo in the small space, blushing a little as she tugged the anal plug free. She dropped it quickly into the sudsy water and then added the vibrator.

She would have liked to take a shower, but accepted the warm, wet washcloth from Cleo instead. She cleaned herself and then sank carefully to the padded bench, her bottom still tender from the flogging.

Cleo took a second washcloth, squirted a dab of soap on it and ran it beneath the flow of water. As she crouched in front of Jess and began to gently daub at her nipples, she said, “I caught the tail end of your scene. Super hot, super sexy. Master Kevin is a delightful sadist. You handled yourself well. I predict you’ll be in high demand as the Masters Club’s newest pleasure sub.”

Jess managed a small laugh. “Thanks,” she said sincerely. “It was definitely different from anything I’ve ever experienced at the public clubs, that’s for sure. It was kind of nerve wracking to be responsible for two other subs in the process. I know I hurt them when I jerked that chain. I tried to stay still, but it was a lot to handle.”

Cleo shrugged and grinned. “I wouldn’t worry. They’re both hardcore masochists. They loved it.”

“I guess you’re right,” Jess agreed. She’d loved it too, right up to the moment Master Cameron had vanished.

She didn’t realize her emotions were showing on her face until Cleo tilted her head and asked, “What is it, Jess? You okay?”