Chapter Seven

“Are you honestly not going to remove this beard and wig?” Bailey asked irritably at breakfast the following morning. She knew he had pulled the damn fake beard off when he buried his face between her legs, because all she could feel was his warm lips and the slight graze of a stubble beard. But he always had it back in place when she looked at him. It was beyond frustrating.

She had been refreshed after a solid eight-hour sleep. She couldn’t remember the last time she had slept so deeply.

Must have been all the explosive sex. Maybe this BDSM thing isn’t all that bad.

She blushed at her thoughts when she caught Master Rage’s eyes on her.

“How about a name?” She continued in the same sulky tone.

“It seems your sub isn’t much of a morning person, Master Rage,” Master Fury chuckled.

“I just think it’s silly to keep the pretense up for so long. Especially seeing as we’ve come to know each other so . . . ehm,” she faltered under his heated scrutiny.

Her pussy began to tingle and her loins did a jiggle at the message she read there.

Good lord, Bailey. Get a grip. You’ve been fucked more in one night than in months! Surely you can’t want more?”

But she did, or rather, her libidinous body did.

“After breakfast, pussycat, I promise, and this time, you’re going to cry and scream for us to stop.”

Bailey stared at him. Amazed at the overwhelming reaction his words awakened inside her. She’d always believed herself to be in control of every situation in her life. Not just in the corporate world but in her private endeavors as well; family, friends and lovers alike. She wasn’t so sure about that anymore. Over the past twenty-four hours, she’d lost it—willingly. Looking into those sky-blue eyes of his, she exulted in the power he had over her—that she had given him.

“You weren’t serious about the seven days, were you?” She asked as she speared a piece of fluffy pancake and put it into her mouth.

“You will soon learn, my pet, that I never say anything I don’t mean. You paid top dollar for our time and you’re not leaving here until you get your money’s worth.

Holy shitballs. I can’t take anymore. I won’t survive.

Her thoughts must have been visible on her face because both Masters burst out laughing. Master Fury turned to Lucy and gave her a hard kiss. He pulled the shirt he’d given her, out of the way and openly fondled her breasts.

“Oh, Master Fury, we’re in the dining room,” Lucy squealed.

“And your point is?” He muttered just before his lips closed over her nipple and he sucked it into his mouth. Lucy’s hand curled around his neck and she moaned; her head tilted back.

“I . . . ooh, can’t remember,” she whimpered.

Bailey looked around the large dining room which had big bay windows that overlooked the harbor. There were a few other couples having breakfast and the atmosphere was relaxed with laughter echoing through the restaurant, which was also part of the club. She realized the other guests must be the balance of the owners of the club. Their subs were already dressed and it was obvious that they were on their way out. They had obviously concluded their rendezvous.

“No,” Bailey squeaked when Master Rage’s hand brushed between her legs. She pressed her knees tight against each other, shocked at the rush of liquid heat that filled her pussy at his touch.

“Open, pussycat. This pussy belongs to me. It’s mine to touch, to lick, suck and fuck until it can’t take no more. And then I will give it more until I’ve had enough. You will not deny me access to my property.”

Bailey was still formulating a sharp retort when her legs fell open. Her breath wheezed from her lips when he tapped her clit; softly at first, then harder until he was rubbing it with salacious intent. Her hips moved and shifted on the chair in an effort to avoid the torturous pleasure that thrummed through her veins.

“Eat, my pet. You’re going to need the energy,” he ordered. She glared at him, squirming while he rubbed harder, faster. His intention was clear—either she obeyed or else . . .

Her hands were trembling when she cut another piece of pancake and resumed eating, moaning every once in a while, at his persistent fingering.

“This time, pussycat, you’re not allowed to come.”

“Oh shit, please,” she labored; bent forward as her loins threatened to erupt from the pressure he’d built so rapidly inside her.

“You don’t need two hands to eat. Unbutton the shirt and let it fall off your shoulders.” His instruction sounded brusque and one look into his eyes showed how aroused he was by the sultry bouquet of her arousal that tickled his nostrils.

Bailey gasped and jerked when he slapped her clit a couple of times before he continued to rub over it with rough, wild circles intended to crumble her resistance.

“But there are people . . . waiters—”

“And the only one who matters at this very moment is me, your Dom. Do as I tell you,” he demanded. “And don’t stop eating, pussycat, because if you do, I’m going to call my friends over there, to come and feed you.”

“You are an asshole,” she mumbled under her breath but took another bite while unbuttoning the shirt and allowing it to fall off her shoulders and pool behind her on the chair.

She couldn’t believe she was sitting naked in a restaurant, flushing beetroot red due to embarrassment, especially as the waiter arrived with their coffee at that point. He didn’t seem perturbed however and Bailey realized it was probably something he witnessed regularly.

“Squeeze and pinch your nipples, my pet, just like I showed you last night.”

“No, please, it’ll be too—”

His look silenced her. She jumped when he slapped her clit again, harder this time. With a moan she pinched her nipple.

“Move from one to the other and don’t have me repeating my instructions, pussycat. You know what I want to see.”

“Why are you doing this?” She winced as she pinched harder until a smile of satisfaction curled around his lips.

“That’s better. I want to see them as red as rubies—just like they were last night.”

He pushed two fingers inside her pussy and just rested them there, watching her face and enjoying the constant clenching and releasing of the satiny walls around his fingers.

“Why? I have a deep desire to know how much your body can take. I want you to bare yourself to me. When you finally just feel and stop resisting. Then, little one, I’ll be satisfied.”

Lucy’s cries reached a crescendo as Master Fury began to nibble and pull on her nipples. He lifted his head and looked at her in amusement.

“Did you just come, little elf?”

“I’m sorry, I tried to . . .” her words trailed off as three other owners arrived at their table.

“These are Masters Goliath, Wolf, and Zorro, my pet, and they will assist me in ensuring you understand the ramifications of disobeying me.”

Lucy stared at him with wide eyes, well aware that she’d indicated yes to an orgy but now that she’d been with Master Fury, she didn’t know if she wanted that anymore. One look into his eyes dissolved her resistance.

“On your hands and knees on the table, little elf. Naked, please.”  He waited until Lucy was in place. “I find that I don’t particularly wish to share you with anyone else other than Master Rage but it’s up to you, my pet. If you climax during the time they punish you, they will fuck you, all three at the same time.”

“You can’t be serious,” Lucy gasped in disbelief.

“It’s up to you, isn’t it?” Master Fury intoned as he leaned back in his chair, with his legs stretched out lazily. “Begin please, Sirs, and make it a show worth watching.”

“Oh-god-oh-god, Master Rage, please. I need to come,” Bailey begged. She jerked wildly against Master Rage’s hand that was now fucking her with hard plunges while he slapped her clit with his other hand.

“Drop your fork and pinch both tits simultaneously. This time, I want to see you pull them until they touch the table. And make sure you keep your back straight.”

Bailey whimpered but did as instructed. Then she moaned as the pain in her nipples increased steadily. She cried out when he spurred her on with harder slaps on her clit every time she stopped pulling on them.

Master Rage just watched her. He was enthralled by the expressions warring on her face; pain, lust, desire and finally . . . acceptance.

He had never wanted to own a sub or demanded so much from any woman.

Bailey was a formidable force in the hotel industry, an iron lady in the boardroom and he’d witnessed many men cower in front of her. It was what had drawn him to her at first—from a distance of course. The desire to unleash the submissive inside her had been long time in the making. He had instinctively known it was there; hidden deep, just waiting to be tapped into.

Watching her struggle, awakened the demon inside him. The part of him which exulted in her capitulation wouldn’t let go. He would continue to push her boundaries until he had broken through all her defenses that kept her from living a full life. Not just sexually, but emotionally as well.

He wanted her to offer herself to him, not just for a couple of nights of debauchery, but as a submissive to his sexual Dominance, unconditionally. Forever.

“I can’t . . . I beg you,” she whimpered, her hips pumping wildly against his plunging fingers.

Master Rage continued tapping and diddling the spongy ganglia deep inside her pussy. He felt the satiny walls of her vagina clench and tighten around his fingers.

“Nooo,” Bailey wailed, when suddenly, her pussy was empty, still throbbing and clenching in desperation.

“Let go of your nipples,” he ordered and leaned in to suck on them; hard, deep sucks that caused her loins to clench unbearably.

“I love your tits, pussycat. Did I happen to mention that?” he asked as he licked her nipples.

“You could’ve fooled me,” she sulked. “Judging by the way you’re abusing them.”

“Are you denying that this didn’t add to your pleasure? Your arousal?”

“No, I can’t,” she admitted, feeling the pressure inside her loins. “Please, Master Rage, I need . . . I’m on the edge,” she begged in a small voice. Her eyes widened when she noticed, for the first time, why Lucy’s wails had been growing louder.

She was now on her back with three men sucking, licking and biting on her clit, pussy and nipples. There wasn’t a second of let-up. Bailey could see her glistening wet thighs and could only imagine what she must be feeling.

Master Fury got up and unzipped his cock. “Open, little elf.”

Bailey’s eyes turned to Master Rage, her body shuddering with the need to climax.

“It’s my turn, pussycat,” he drawled as he unzipped his cock. “On your knees between my legs.”

Her eyes widened. “Are you saying I’m not . . . you’re going to leave me like this?” Her voice sounded thin.

“Oh, I’ll fuck you good, my pet, have no fear; but later . . . much, much later.”

He stroked his cock, his tumescence causing her stomach to roll. She licked her lips. Suddenly, she wanted to taste him, to feel his steely length on her tongue. She wanted to swallow his hardness down her throat.

She tossed her head as she went down on her knees.

Master Rage’s eyes were drawn to the dark hair cascading down her back, caressing the curve of her back, and the roundness of her hips. Lust swept through him in waves, sending testosterone rushing from his brain to his already aroused rod. He licked his lips, tasting the lingering, honeyed sweetness of her nipples he’d just sucked on.

“Let me feel your luscious lips around my cock, little one and make it last. I don’t want it to end too soon.”

Bailey didn’t hesitate and covered his bulbous head with her lips and sucked him into her mouth. He groaned and fisted a tuft of her hair, guiding her with a firm grip as he slid his cock to the back of her throat.

“Look at me,” he grunted hoarsely. Master Rage pushed deeper, gagging her. Their eyes clashed. He pulled back and watched her gather herself. Her lips closed around his tip and she sucked him back inside.

Her tongue twirled around his tip, lapping at the ridge at the bottom of his cock. She looked at him while she bobbed her head up and down.

“God, baby, that feels good,” he sighed. He leaned his head back and gave himself over to the rousing sensations she elicited with her hot mouth and seductive tongue. The way her lips sucked fervidly on his cock had him thrust uncontrollably down her throat. His raw groan resonated through the room.

Fuck. I’ve never been this affected by anyone before.  When she pulled her head back and allowed his cock to pull from her lips with a loud pop, the last of his resistance shattered.

“I need more,” he growled and before Bailey knew what was happening he picked her up and put her down on her back on one of the adjacent tables. He pulled her toward the edge, until her head hung over and her neck arched like a swan’s.

“Yes, now, pussycat, I’m gonna fuck your throat. Just like that. Beautiful; swallow me, little one, let me feel your throat convulse around my cock,” he grunted as he banged her throat. 

Her low groan vibrated around his length and he felt his cock swelling even more, throbbing for release. 

He grabbed her head between his hands to keep her still and began to pound into her. His grunts were echoed by Lucy’s cry as the ministrations of the four men finally pushed her over the edge.

Moans caught and vibrated inside Bailey’s throat and thrilled around his length as he pumped into her.

“Fuck, pussycat, you make my knees weak,” he grated darkly. In response Bailey fluttered her tongue on the underside of his cock that filled her mouth to the brim. It shattered the last of his control and with a shout he pounded hard down her throat.

He ejaculated forcibly, spurting ropey jets of cum as he emptied himself with short, hard jabs. He stumbled back and sank down in the chair behind him, his breathing harsh and fast while he watched Bailey cough and choke.

 “Now, my pet, you’ve earned yourself an orgy of climaxes.”

He smiled at her expression as he zipped himself up.

“No, my pet. Just the four of us. We’re far from finished.” He kissed her very gently, his eyes warm and promising. “Not by a long shot, pussycat.”

Somehow it sounded more like a threat than a promise. Bailey protested when he picked up the shirt and draped it over the back of the chair instead of giving it to her to cover her nakedness.

“I like you naked, pussycat. It makes you so . . . accessible to me.”

“Excuse me, sir,” the waiter interrupted. “There is an urgent phone call for you. The one you said I should stand by for,” he said in a hushed voice.

Master Rage glanced at Master Fury, who got up with him.

“Go back to the room, ladies. Take a nice long, hot bubble bath. We’ll be with you in an hour,” Master Rage instructed.

Bailey and Lucy watched the two men, now dressed in jeans and white shirts, stalk out of the dining room.

Bailey grabbed the shirt and yanked it on, watching Lucy do the same. She seemed strangely quiet and reserved.

“Lucy, I know he’s the one you want but I have to get out of here. I can’t . . . this is too much for me.”

“I agree. I . . . this, what just happened, shook me to the core. I never imagined I would enjoy submitting to a man so much. I don’t know if I’m ready for something like that, Bailey.” She sounded stressed and shaken.

“Our coats and purses, they would still be in the cloakroom. It’s behind the reception desk. Let’s go.”

No one was around and they found what they were looking for easily enough. Lucy called a cab and less than five minutes later two small figures dressed in long, black coats and snow boots, four sizes too big, jumped into a cab.

They didn’t glance back at the club but stared straight ahead until the cab went around a corner. They looked at each other.

“Holy shitballs, Lucy. What have we just done?”