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  Delaney locked the doors to her car and walked down the sidewalk, slinging her bag over her shoulder. She had high expectations for the evening. Master Rex said he was finally ready to change the status of their relationship, and Delaney was relieved. She felt as if she had done all the work during the past few months in the power exchange. Tonight, she would get the commitment she craved.

  “Hey, girl,” the receptionist called out as she opened the door to The Feather Flogger. Delaney glanced up and gave the receptionist a big smile.

  “Hey, Janey. Busy night?” Delaney asked as she let the door shut behind her.

  “A steady stream, it’s Friday night, after all.” Janey pushed the sign-in form towards Delaney as she walked up to the desk. Grabbing a pen, she started to fill in her details.

  “Has Master Rex been through yet?” she asked as she pushed her bag over her shoulder further.

  “No.” There was a hard edge to Janey’s voice. Delaney was intent on ignoring her and the rest of the people who said Master Rex was a player. He might have been a poser Dom in the past, but Delaney had worked hard to help him find his true dominance. If she didn’t feel he had brought out her true submission yet well, they had many years to come for her to learn proper submission. Janey looked as if she was about to say something further when another Dom came through from the men’s changing room.

  Delaney stared at Master Linkin, and her stomach did a somersault. Her hindbrain screamed run for your life, but her nipples grew hard under his pale blue, unrelenting stare. She liked to feel the kiss of leather and a man’s dominance, but Linkin was too much of everything. If she had a hard time submitting to Master Rex, how the hell would she ever trust Master Linkin with her submission? Let alone being in between him and his very lickable boyfriend Master Martin.

  “You can cancel the private room we reserved.” He didn’t even look at Janey while he spoke to her. Instead, his eyes slid down Delaney’s covered form in a frank appraisal that was hot despite the formless jacket she was wearing. Delaney felt her cheeks heat and her pussy start to get wet under his gaze. Swallowing hard, she fought to get her body’s obvious reaction to the alpha in the room under control before she spoke. Janey thankfully filled the silence.

  “Yes, sir,” Janey replied, and Delaney could feel the other woman’s questions as she continued to glance between the two of them.

  “Good evening, Master Linkin.” Delaney finally got something sensible out of her mouth.

  “I would rather you say that on your knees in front of me before you took my cock in your mouth.” Linkin’s voice held just the right note of authority to have Delaney’s thighs clenching together. Out of the corner of her eye, Delaney saw Janey was having her own reaction to Linkin’s overt dominance. She wasn’t a prude, but there was something about Linkin and his boyfriend Martin that made it hard to think or speak in their presence.

  “Can I try?” Janey again filled the void of silence, and Delaney gave her a small smile.

  “You’re attractive Janey, but it’s little Delaney I’d like to see naked and on her knees begging for my cock.” He tilted his head as he continued to stare at her. Delaney’s breath started to come in small pants. She had to calm this situation down before either combusting or doing exactly what Master Linkin wanted. “Actually, I’d like to see her taking Martin’s cock in her hot pussy while I burrowed my dick in her ass.”

  “I’m on fire,” Janey exclaimed and grabbed a pile of loose papers from the desk and used them as a fan.

  “Thank you, Master Linkin, but I have a contract.” Delaney could finally speak as she watched the frown cross Master Linkin’s features at her statement. Quickly adding. “No matter what you or Master Martin think, I’m obligated to fulfil my part of the contract until such a time as I no longer want to submit to Master Rex.”

  “If you call that submitting,” Master Linkin remarked and shocked anger had her staring at him. He grinned a truly evil smile, and Delaney wondered how he had guessed her secret. “It takes a true Dom to know.”

  “Whatever.” Delaney made the juvenile remark and decided to ignore Master Linkin. “See you later, Janey,” she said over her shoulder before pushing into the ladies’ changing room. It wasn’t much more than a space for making a quick change, checking makeup and having a hot shower after scenes, but at least it was free of nosy Doms.

  Delaney walked over to the row of lockers and turned the dial on her lock. Opening the door, she stuffed her bag into the opening and undid her jacket. She checked her phone and saw she had a message from Master Rex. Damn. It must have come in as she was swooning over Master Linkin. That man was too dangerous for the likes of her.

  Working late sub. Will make it up to you. I’ll call to make sure you’re tucked into bed.

  Delaney wanted to hit something as she reread the message. Not only had she been looking forward to finally getting the commitment she had worked for all these months from Master Rex, she needed a good flogging. Tension had worked its way up her spine, until her shoulders were up around her ears. The contract with Master Rex meant she couldn’t even get another Dom to flog the stress out of her body.

  Master Rex also made it clear she was supposed to be in bed tonight. Well, fuck him. Delaney wasn’t going to go home and lie in bed alone. She wasn’t going to break her contract either. Shoving her phone back in her pocket, Delaney took off her jacket and hung it in the locker. She would satisfy the kink side of her with a little voyeurism.

  With renewed energy, Delaney put Master Rex and his desertion for the evening aside and walked out onto the floor. She waved to several people and realised she needed this. For the past few months, Delaney had dedicated herself to Master Rex in a way that she had never done before. It meant that she had little time to hang out with the friends she had in the kink world. Walking up to the bar, she ordered a beer from the bartender.

  “Are you supposed to be drinking alcohol, little sub?” Delaney’s stomach tensed as she heard the other half of Master Linkin’s partner in crime’s voice in her ear.

  “Master Martin.” She turned her head and smiled at the devastatingly handsome man who made frequent appearances in her dreams. His thick dark brown hair fell almost boyishly over his forehead, and her fingers itched to run through the untidy mass. Dark eyes watched her expression, and Delaney shivered. Most people believed Martin’s boyfriend was the greater predator, but Delaney had her doubts.

  “I’m on my own this evening, so I can drink if I want to.” Delaney went to grab some cash out of the top of her corset, but Martin’s hand stopped her.

  “If you were my sub,” he put extra emphasis on the last two words in the sentence, “you sure as hell wouldn’t be drinking alone at the bar let alone without a collar.” The dark promise of retribution should she disobey the rules should have goaded her temper. Instead, they sent a warm thrill through her system. Accepting the beer from the bartender, she saluted Martin with it.

  “Thank you. And I’m sure that if I was your sub, you wouldn’t have left me at the club on my little old lonesome.” She took a drink of the beer. Was she actually flirting with Master Martin?

  “Not a bratty little sub like you,” Martin assured her. Interest glowed in his eyes. “You want to go watch Big Daddy BB and his sub? They promised to put on quite the display this evening.”

  “Attention whores,” she commented with a grin.

  “Precisely.” Master Martin pushed away from the bar and nodded his head towards one of the stages on the other side of the dungeon. Delaney took another drink from her bottle and realised she didn’t really want it. Shrugging her shoulders, she tilted her head back and drained the rest in one. As she set the bottle down, she caught Master Martin’s look of disapproval but ignored him. There was no contract between them, and she didn’t have to explain herself.

  “Let’s see what Big Daddy BB has in store for his naughty sub.” She smiled and wished it were she getting up on that stage. Delaney possessed a hint of kinky
exhibitionist inside her but couldn’t explore that side of herself lately because Master Rex said he wasn’t ready.

  “Haven’t seen you up on stage recently,” Master Martin commented as they went over to where a small group of people were waiting in front of the well-lit stage for the scene to begin. She was about to deflect the comment when she felt another body press up against hers and looked up to see Linkin staring down at her. It was inevitable he would come over to stand with his lover, but she wasn’t expecting him to crowd her.

  The heat of the two men standing on either side of her was intoxicating, and she purposely directed her stare towards the stage. Her body was awakening with every brush of their naked arms against her own exposed flesh. There was no way to stop the blush that was rising from the tops of her breasts up her neck. They would both see all the visual cues of her arousal just standing with them. Master Linkin shifted beside her and leaned down.

  “Enjoy the scene, little sub.” His words felt like a caress, his eyes boring into her soul. Again, she felt her response scatter like spilled jellybeans all over the floor. Feeling cross with herself, Delaney ripped the first words out of her brain.

  “I’ll be pretending I’m right in there with them.” She licked her lips before sucking her bottom lip into her mouth, biting down on the plump flesh. The growl from the back of Linkin’s throat was her reward for flirting with the tiger in the room. A chuckle sounded on her other side.

  “Be careful, little sub. You’ll get burnt playing with that fire,” Martin whispered as the group in front of Big Daddy BB and his sub’s stage became quiet in anticipation. Delaney wasn’t sure she could stay sandwiched between two Doms throwing off so much sexual tension it made her knees quiver and her breath pick up enough to have her breasts pushing out the top of her corset.

  Martin stayed as still as possible as he stood next to Delaney, but it was hard work not to reach out and trace a finger down the side of her exposed neck. Normally, he had great discipline, maybe not as good as Linkin, but he liked to draw the pleasure out until it’s most painful to wring every drop of ecstasy out of his partner. Delaney was all sweet olive-coloured skin and curves he wanted to run his hands and tongue all over.

  When she came out of the changing room looking determined as she headed for the bar, Martin felt entranced by the way her hips moved. The way she parted her lips to greet her fellow kinksters. The black lace corset she was wearing paired with leather boy shorts a second skin. He wanted nothing more than to peel the offending garments off her skin and reveal naked flesh underneath. It was a shame to cover her body in any way.

  He wanted to refuse her order of the beer at the bar and discipline her for being a brat. Martin felt his hand twitch at the thought of demanding Delaney grab onto the bar in front of him, lean over and spread her legs so he could administer the spanking she so richly deserved. Instead, he bought her a beer and was jealous when the glass bottle pushed through her lips. Lust had eaten a fire through his gut, pressing lightning down his spine and making his balls ache and his cock harden painfully at the sight of her throat working to down all her beer in one swallow. Even now, thinking how she would look working his cock in her mouth made his hands tighten into fists.

  Stealing a glance at Linkin, Martin knew his lover was having exactly the same reaction to the sexy dynamo between them. Focusing on the stage, Martin took steadying breaths. Perhaps it was better they found out Robert breaking his contract tonight, after all. Martin wasn’t sure he could top his former sub with any amount of realism after being this close to Delaney.

  Martin watched as Big Daddy BB finally led Bondie up the couple of steps onto the stage. A St Andrew’s cross had been set up on the back wall. Restraints already in place along with a table of implements from Big Daddy BB’s own kit. Big Daddy BB wrapped the leather leash around his fist a few times, causing Bondie to stretch up so the collar he wore did not choke him. As it was, Martin watched as the sub’s face turned an uncomfortable red. Big Daddy BB bent at the waist and kissed Bondie’s cheek.

  “Struggle for me, sub.” Big Daddy BB coated his words in ice as he held Bondie up for another couple of seconds before letting the man go. Bondie fell to his hands and knees, his gaze on the floor in front of him. Big Daddy BB got down on his haunches and undid the leash leading to the collar around the younger man’s neck. “Strip for me, sub.”

  Martin watched the sub on stage with the eye of a connoisseur when it came to human flesh. It didn’t matter whether the body was male or female, considered fit or on the heavy side. He loved the naked form. Acutely aware of the woman standing next to him, hemmed in by his lover, Martin did his best to focus as Bondie stood up, eyes downcast and proceeded to divest his body of the ridiculously tiny leather shorts that had done nothing to cover his assets.

  Bondie was sporting a sizeable erection as he folded the shorts and put them to one side. Getting back down to his knees he put his arms behind his back and clasped his hands, eyes still on the floor in front of him.

  “Good boy.” Big Daddy BB had watched his sub with a critical eye as he performed his task, watching for any outward displays the man was in distress. “What’s your safe word, sub?”

  “Cricket, Master,” Bondie replied obediently.

  “Good boy.” Big Daddy BB moved to stand behind his sub, facing the crowd. He had traded the leather leash for another item of torture. Martin recognised the four-foot whip and nodded in appreciation. Beside him, Delaney let out a little gasp. Drinking in her expression, Martin watched as her mouth parted, and her cheeks grew warm again. One look past her to Linkin and he saw his boyfriend was much more interested in the sub between them rather than the display on stage. Martin leaned down, careful not to touch Delaney, she hadn’t given him permission to play with her, and they didn’t have a standing contract between them. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t flirt with her endlessly.

  “You want to feel the bite of the four-footer?” he asked delighted when the hairs on the back of her neck rose up at the touch of his breath on her skin.

  “Yes, Master.” The words were a sweet siren song to Martin, and they went all the way down to his cock. He realised Delaney hadn’t even comprehended she used the term acknowledging his dominance. Her eyes were on the whip as Big Daddy BB ran the end along Bondie’s shoulders, down the front of his chest, until he tickled the head of his sub’s erection with the tip. Bondie’s cock jerked and spasmed at the touch, looking as if it was begging for more. The man’s skin had grown slick with sweat.

  “Would you like to feel the kiss of leather against your sweet skin, sub?” Martin decided he wanted to know exactly how far he could push Delaney before she reasserted control over her body.

  “Yes, Master,” she replied, and he heard a sexy little groan as she watched Big Daddy BB come around to the front of Bondie and get down on his haunches. Big Daddy BB started to wrap the whip around Bondie’s erect cock a few times and proceeded to use the leather friction against the sensitive skin to jerk him off with one hand. The other one snaked down and grabbed Bondie’s balls hard enough for him to erupt in a loud bark.

  The scene in front of him was titillating on its own, but Delaney’s reaction transfixed Martin. Her mouth had fallen all the way open now as she watched the erotic tableau on stage.

  “Don’t come until I tell you, sub.” Big Daddy BB’s words were harsh as he worked the man’s cock and balls on stage, Bondie fighting to keep his hands in place was sweating in earnest now, his face red and contorted with pain and passion.

  “Would you like it if I worked your sweet little pussy like that on stage, sub?” Martin continued to press Delaney as her eyes focused on the tip of Bondie’s cock, waiting for the first spurt of semen that would mean his failure. Because Bondie would fail. The pressure was already mounting to the point where no man could hold his orgasm back, but this was a part of the game Big Daddy BB and Bondie had already mapped out together. Big Daddy BB would push Bondie to his breaking point, and h
e would come without his permission. The cool kiss of sweet leather on his hide would be Bondie’s punishment for failure.

  “Yes, Master,” Delaney whimpered as they both watched Bondie give up his orgasm in concentrated bursts, his semen fighting to erupt out of the end of his cock as the leather whip squeezed, his balls crushed painfully in his Master’s hands.

  Big Daddy BB stood up his body towering over Bondie who had slumped forward in his defeat, breathing heavily. “You have disappointed your Master.” The words cut through Bondie, making him flinch, but he didn’t move a muscle. Martin watched as Delaney held her breath, the authority in Big Daddy BB’s tone affecting her in much the same way as the other subs in the room.

  “Fifty lashes with my whip is your punishment and clean up the mess you made.” Big Daddy BB held the whip lightly in one hand as he pronounced his judgement like a ship captain from days of old. “And know that if we were at home, I’d make you lick the mess up.” Bondie’s semi-flaccid cock gave a jerk at the last statement before he got up and went over to the table of implements where he found sanitised wipes and scrubbed his come from the floor before doing the same to his thighs.

  Delaney shifted and looked up at Martin with her green gaze clouded in lust. He cursed silently and wished there was something he could do about the passion building up inside of the woman beside him. His cock was throbbing in time to his heartbeats wanting nothing more than to force its way inside of her.

  Linkin had kept one eye on the scene in front of him, but his attention had really been on the goddess beside him. The corset fit her frame perfectly and her ass cheeks hung out the back of her leather boy shorts. He knew her pussy would be wet right now if he slid his finger between the thick fabric and her folds. He held in a groan as he remembered the way Delaney had clenched her thighs together when Bondie came on stage. She was such a responsive little sub, but he had never witnessed the total absorption she experienced tonight. It was as if standing between him and Martin her submission sucked in their dominance, her psyche wanting more even if her brain was telling her differently.