More than a Dare (Masters Club 4)

They continued to chat excitedly about what their Masters had in store for them that evening as they stripped out of their “civvies.” Jess had chosen a black leather thong and her slave collar for the evening’s play. Cleo got completely naked, save for her collar and a pair of leather wrist cuffs.

Dahlia had chosen her black satin corset with matching panties. She buckled the beautiful slave collar Hayden had given her when they’d formally moved in together the month before. Soft as butter, it was dyed a rich, royal blue with O-rings strategically placed around the perimeter.

After checking themselves in the floor-to-ceiling mirrors that lined one wall, they stashed their clothing in their lockers and headed out to the auction room, where they had agreed to reconvene with their Doms. The guys rose from their chairs as they saw them. Dahlia only had eyes for Hayden, who looked incredibly hot in his black leather pants and boots, his chest now bare.

The three couples dispersed as they entered the main dungeon. Dahlia recalled her very first visit in December, when she’d been a wide-eyed, gaping-mouth voyeur. How far she had come.

“Hey,” Hayden said excitedly, gesturing with his chin. “It’s free. Let’s go grab it before someone else does.”

Nervous butterflies flapped in a frenzy in Dahlia’s belly as they headed toward the bondage wheel. As they stepped onto the large mat that defined the scene area, Brandon, one of the staff slaves, appeared beside them.

“Do you require a spotter, Master Hayden?”

“Sure. That would be good. You can help me strap her in and then spin the wheel for us. Just give us a minute.”

“Yes, Sir.” Brandon stepped away.

Hayden took Dahlia into his arms and brushed her lips with his. “You ready, sub girl? I’m going to use the dragon tail on you.”

The dragon tail was a wicked single tail that made a deliciously terrifying snapping sound. It hurt a lot, but the hurt was so good, and Dahlia could never get enough.

“Yes, Sir,” she replied softly, effortlessly slipping into sub mode. She pulled gently away from him and, heart high in her throat, unhooked her corset in a single, fluid motion.

Hayden’s eyes widened in surprise as she dropped the garment to the mat. Ignoring the heat flaming in her cheeks, she hooked her fingers into the waist of the satin panties and pulled them down.

She met Hayden’s eye, willing away her jitters. It was the first time she’d ever been totally naked in public. She glanced nervously around her. But if anyone noticed them, they didn’t bat an eye. She turned her attention back to her Dom, where it belonged.

“Dahlia,” Hayden breathed. “My beautiful, brave sub girl. You take my breath away.” He took her into his arms. She could feel the beat of his heart against her own as they kissed. When they finally parted, both a little breathless, Hayden declared, “I love you, Dahlia.”

“And I love you, Sir. More than anything in the world.”