Returning to Her Master

Scott stayed until Marc arrived. One look at the picture had him swearing and threatening this guy with a slow and painful death. Thinking of Cassie alone in the woods with this pervert somewhere nearby jeopardized his control, had his vision going red with promised retribution and he vowed to stick to her like glue until they caught the bastard.

“You coming out to the lodge tonight?” he asked Scott when Cassie went into the kitchen and out of earshot.

“I planned on it. What’d you have in mind?”

“Something to take her mind off this son of a bitch.” It had been late last night by the time he and Jack got caught up with their guests and he spent the remainder of the night lying in bed, holding her close and wishing he could have gotten free sooner so they could talk more. Now his anger and his cock demanded he stake his claim, once again offer her the ultimate in satisfaction by allowing another to join them, and hope he wasn’t pushing too fast again.

“I think I can be available to help with that. It’s lingerie night, right?”

“Yes, our favorite theme.” He smiled, thinking of the outfit he bought for her to wear tonight.

“I look forward to seeing her in whatever has you smiling. Meanwhile, I’ll ask around about strangers in the area, but I doubt if that’ll turn up any clues.”

“Thanks, Scott. We’ll check with our guests too. Most of them we know, so we’ll ask them about any of these new players. We’ll get him.” Marc was sure of that, he just hoped it was soon and before he could hurt Cassie. Now he had found her again, he wasn’t about to lose her.

* * *

Cassie perused the small package on the bed with a wary eye. Marc informed her all the women are expected to wear lingerie tonight, and he had bought her something special. Special meant provocative, she thought as she lifted the lid off the small white box. Then again, anything in the box would be more coverage than naked, which she assumed she would be at some point. A blue satin demi bra with white lace trim and matching thong lay nestled in the tissue paper. Lifting the bra, she thought it the prettiest set she had ever seen.

She looked up when he came in, the look in his eyes as he strode over to her and removed the damp towel covering her flushed body setting all her girly parts to tingling.

“The blue matches your eyes.”

“It’s lovely, Marc. Thank you.” Slipping on the bra, she turned so he could hook it. Looking down, it ruffled her to see the cups were only big enough to provide a shelf for her breasts, plumping them up, leaving her bare nipples protruding out.

“Perfect.”

Before she could complain, he leaned down and drew one soft peak into his mouth. Cassie leaned into him, her embarrassment taking second place to the pleasure of his mouth suckling her. “Marc, master, do we have to go downstairs right now?” she moaned, wanting nothing more than for him to toss her on the bed and fuck her hard.

He took his time, releasing her nipple with a strong pull before smiling at her. His intention to erase the worried look on her face succeeded; the tight, pinched lines around her eyes and mouth relaxed, her eyes reflecting low arousal. “Yes, we do. Now hold still, darlin’.” Withdrawing a small object from his pocket, he clamped the nipple ring around her distended bud then loosened it a touch before drawing her other nipple into his mouth to ready it for the matching clamp.

Even though she knew what to expect, she still had to suck in a much-needed breath against the sharp bite of pain then released it on a whoosh as it subsided to a soft pulse.

“Slip these on and we’ll head down.”

Cassie stepped into the thong, bracing her hands on his shoulders while trying to ignore the way the chain attached to the two nipple rings swayed and pulled on her sensitive tips.

Catching her grimace, Marc kissed her. “Don’t worry, you won’t have to wear them long.”

“From what I remember, it hurts worse when they come off than when they go on.”

He just smiled, took her hand, and led her out of the room. Morgan and Jack were coming out of their room and Jack took his time looking her over before winking at her, causing her face to heat even more.

“Very pretty, Cassie.”

Turning away from his intent, yet teasing gaze, she glanced at Morgan. Dressed in a calf-length, see-through ivory gown, it was obvious she wore nothing underneath it.

“Morgan, you look innocent and seductive. Good choice, Jack,” Marc commented.

“Why do I feel more naked wearing this than I would naked?” Morgan asked of no one in particular as they headed downstairs.

“I don’t know, princess. Would you rather I slipped it off now before we go in?” Jack asked her.

“No, sir.” Morgan glanced at Cassie and rolled her eyes.

Giggling, she followed Marc into the club room, glad to see only one other couple had arrived. Jack fixed them a drink, then they left her and Morgan seated at the bar while they greeted their guests and mingled. As others arrived, she and Morgan found themselves grateful for their meager outfits. Most of the women wore gowns with holes cut out for breasts and pussies or bras and panties with similar cut-outs. At least she was starting the night partly clothed, she thought, looking down at her cupped breasts and pinched nipples.

Loud, pulsating music along with low-pitched laughter resonated around the room as others joined them and Cassie enjoyed people watching as she finished her drink. This group seemed comfortable with each other and eager to play. Squirming on the stool, she couldn’t look away when two women seemed more than happy to kneel before a seated man and lower their mouths to share his cock. The woman seated next to him had her legs draped over a man’s shoulders as he knelt in front of her and buried his head between them while she played with her breasts.