Lean on Me

He did the other and stepped back to survey his work.

“Very pretty, pet. You have gorgeous breasts.”

The compliment made her smile; his light tug on the jewelry made her eyes widen.

Madre de Dios, but this felt weird, Andrea thought as she crossed the pool back to the other subs. She'd never tried to move with stuff hanging on her nipples before. The jewelry swayed as she walked, sending hot zings through her, reminding her of the feeling of Master Cullen's mouth. Hot. Sucking. He'd put his hand on her butt to keep her from retreating, and why that seemed so erotic, she didn't know.

The game continued. Dammit, even raising her arms to get a ball made the clamps pull. More zings. She jumped up to get a high serve, came down hard, and barely managed to muffle her squeal. She grabbed her breasts. Carajo, that hurt.

“That looked painful,” Jessica commented. “It's why they put us in the shallow—”

“Kitten,” Master Z interrupted. “Did you have permission to speak?”

“No, Sir,” the blonde said, adding, “Damn, damn, damn,” under her breath.

“Come here.”

Jessica waded to the other side. Z laid her over the edge of the pool where a rounded rock formed a high lip. He smacked her sharply three times on the bottom and ran his fingers between her legs until she squirmed.

Andrea bit her lip as she watched. The clamps on her breasts made her skin so sensitive that even the water lapping around her waist felt like a caress. And seeing how Master Z spanked and teased… Andrea swallowed, remembering Master Cullen's big hands between her legs, his finger… Unable to help herself, she looked at him.

Arms crossed, he leaned against the side of the pool, and rather than watching Jessica and Master Z, he was studying her, his lean face shadowed in the dim light. A wave of heat went through her. Dios, she wanted him; wanted his hands on her.

When his lips curved, she shivered.

Jessica returned to the sub side, her face dark with embarrassment.

The game continued. Andrea realized the cabrónes deliberately passed the ball to each other to rotate the winner amongst them, and soon every sub wore breast clamps.

Her Señor made the fifth point.

A tremor ran through Andrea when he smiled and motioned to her. Still, she already got nipple stuff, so what could he decorate now? But she doubted he had a necklace in mind, not with the smile he wore. He rummaged through the basket and took out one package, then another, before pulling her over to the stone where Jessica had gotten spanked.

“What are—”

“Now, love, you just added three swats for talking.”

She closed her eyes. Idiota.

His hand cupped her cheek, and she looked up. “You know, I'm starting to like turning that soft ass of yours pink.” Without waiting for her response, he picked her up and put her, stomach down, over the rock. She'd barely had a chance to adjust the pinching breast clamps before his hand hit her bottom. Hard. The sting bit into her, then another and another. Her cheeks burned, and somehow it made her breasts actually ache more.

“Open your legs, pet.”

Here? Oh, Dios. Hard hands clasped her thighs and pushed them apart, and he touched her, sliding his fingers between her folds, making her shiver. “You're already nice and wet,” he murmured. His finger skated across her clit, and she wiggled at the uncontrollable pleasure. He traced tiny circles around the increasingly sensitive nub, over and over until it throbbed with need, and her body tensed. She bit the back of her hand as a moan tried to escape.

“I almost forgot; you're here to be decorated.” He used his fingers to open her buttocks.

When cool lube squirted down into the crack, she gasped. He wouldn't. Surely he wouldn't.

“You haven't done this before. But it wasn't on your list of hard limits, now was it?” More paper tearing, and then something pressed against her anus.

She tightened, trying to close it against him.

“Won't work, sweetie,” he said, sympathy thick in his gravelly voice. “I picked a really small one that would slide in easy. Like this.” Pressure, then the hard object entered her.

“Aaah!” She didn't like the feel. Her squirming earned her a brisk slap on the bottom right over where the thing was.

“Lie still.”

But, but, but… He hadn't asked her or anything.

His finger touched her clit and shocked the ball of nerves awake again, only this time the excitement twined together with the stinging of her bottom and the odd sensations in her anus. She moaned, unable to tell what was what.

“That's a good sound,” he murmured. His powerful hands closed around her waist, and he set her on her feet.

She didn't move. That thing was wedged up inside her, and the outside of it rubbed against her inner cheeks. It all felt wrong, and taking a step made it worse.

He slapped her butt, the impact jarring the plug again, and she glared at him.

“Little sub, if you are still here in ten seconds, I'll find a bigger plug.”

The pendejo. She hurried, as much as anyone with something jammed up her backside could hurry. It felt as if she waddled like a duck.

The game restarted, and oh, Dios, going after the ball now created a dance of sensations as the jewelry dragged at her nipples, the plug inside her rubbed, and the water splashed against her swollen clit and labia.

She breathed a sigh of total relief when they lost, and the game stopped.

Kari had lucked out and didn't have to get the anal plug; she looked incredibly pleased by that.

As everyone got out, Master Nolan hugged his sub, then tapped her cheek. “You're cold, sugar.” He glanced over at Master Z. “All right if we use the Jacuzzi?”

“Of course.”

Master Dan grinned at Z. “We're heading to the breakfast nook and that round table.” He buckled Kari's cuffs on and took her wrist. “Come, little sub. I have some favors to collect.”

As they left, Z raised his eyebrows at Señor.

“Contemplation Grove if you don't want it,” Master Cullen said.

“All yours.” Z threaded his fingers into Jessica's damp hair and tugged lightly. “I plan to string my mouthy little one up by the lanai. If you finish before we do, you can watch.”

Jessica's head jerked around, and she stared at Z. “You—”

She broke off as Master Z's brows lowered. “Kitten, I'm going to enjoy hearing the noises you make when you climax with a gag in your mouth.”

Ignoring Jessica's gasp of horror, Z pulled his reluctant sub after him.

Andrea looked at Cullen. Gagged? Please, no.

His cheek creased. “Look at all that worry. Not this time, love.” He took her wrist. “You don't trust me enough yet. The trust for that takes a while longer.” He picked up the wrist cuffs from the path and buckled them back on her wrists.

“Bend over.”

When she did, he removed the small plug and tossed it into a receptacle hidden in the flowerbeds. Her bottom felt strange and sensitive without it.

Silently, Master Cullen led her deeper into the gardens. Looking like miniature lanterns, solar lights lit the winding stone path. A gurgling stream ran beside the walk and under a tiny bridge, ending where flowers sprawled over rocks at the base of a small waterfall. More flowers, glowing white and blue in the moonlight, edged the clearing, and the scent of sweet almond drifted through the air. How beautiful.

Anticipation fizzed through Andrea as Master Cullen drew her to a group of chairs and tables. He sat on one wide lounge chair and pulled her down beside him. Brushing her hair back with one hand, he bent and kissed her lightly. Her hands curled around his muscular biceps as the sudden surge of her blood in her ears drowned out the splashing fountain. Dios, she felt as if she'd been waiting for his touch forever.

To her dismay, he pulled back and ran a finger over her bottom lip. Then he teased her with tongue and teeth and lips despite her hands trying to pull him closer.

“Please,” she whispered.

His fist tightened in her hair, and he took full possession of her mouth. The hard demand of his lips melted her spine and wakened every wanton urge in her body.

He slid a hand under a nipple clamp and caressed the tender skin beneath her breast. With each movement the jewelry wobbled and tugged on her nipple. The sensation of his hard hand and the pinching clamps made her moan. She laced her hands behind his neck and tried to pull him closer. More, more, more.

He rumbled a laugh. “Demanding little sub.” He swung her around and pushed her flat on the lounge. When he leaned over her, his wide shoulders and broad chest blotted out the sky. “Give me both wrists, pet.”

Her breathing hitched. He planned to restrain her. Out here. Unlike inside the club, no dungeon monitor stood ready to rescue her. His hand open, his gaze level, he waited for her to master her qualms.

She trusted him, oh, she did, and she wanted this. She laid her hands in his, and his approving smile sent warmth through her.

He snapped her wrist cuffs to a chain at the top of the lounge, and the clicks of the snap hooks seemed awfully loud…and ominous…in the quiet clearing.

“Are there restraints on everything around here?”

Rather than reprimanding her for talking, he chuckled. “Z enjoys bondage.” Grasping her thighs, he dragged her downward on the lounge until the chains pulled her arms straight above her head. Her buttocks rested near the bottom edge of the flat chair, and her legs hung off the end with her feet in the cool grass.