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  Sasha, used to remaining as she was when room service entered, stayed on the floor. The young man wheeling in a cart laden with food unabashedly eyed her reddened ass before leaving as quickly as he came. Derrick sat down and started to eat, ignoring her for a full ten minutes before he said, “You may rise and come to me, Sasha.”

  It was awkward getting up with her hands bound, but she finally managed and went to him where he removed her thong before she knelt, his cock bare and hard, waiting for her to take him in her mouth. Derrick continued eating while she sucked him, her arms and back aching as she tried to stay bent over his lap while bound. But the discomfort was a small price to pay for being given the privilege of sucking his cock and tasting his come on her tongue and down her throat. Her head bobbed faster, her mouth sucked harder as he gripped her hair tightly while she swallowed his life force.

  Sitting back on her heels, she smiled up at him, a drop of his come in the corner of her mouth. Derrick thought she had never looked more beautiful. Holding his glass of wine, he gave her a sip before asking, “Are you hungry?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “Come up here then and let me feed you.” He pulled her onto his lap and settled her bare buttocks on his cock. As he fed her from his plate, delicious bites of shrimp scampi, vegetables and potatoes, his free hand was busy roaming her body, first releasing her nipples from the clamps and rubbing them as she moaned in discomfort when the blood rushed to the deprived tips. He then trailed his fingers down, pulling her bellybutton loop before resting on her smooth pussy.

  Sasha’s thighs fell open automatically as she opened her mouth for another bite of succulent shrimp. “Master,” she moaned as he finger fucked her slowly, tortuously, rubbing her juices all over her outer lips and mound before delving back inside for more.

  “What?” he asked, his lips trailing down her chest to latch on to her nipple.

  “Am I allowed to come?” Her request came out as a desperate plea, but she didn’t care how she sounded. Her need to orgasm was overwhelming.

  “Not yet. First, I want dessert.” Scooping some whipped cream off of a pie, he lathered both her nipples with the sweet concoction and then proceeded to torture her further by licking it off, suckling first one nipple and then the other while his fingers kept a steady rhythm moving in and out of her pussy. His cock was hard again, poking her ass and making her crazy with lust.

  Just when she thought she couldn’t take it anymore, couldn’t deny her body’s need a second longer, he stood her up, removed his clothes and led her into the bathroom.

  “You’re a mess. It’s time for a shower.” Removing the cuffs and plug, he followed her into the shower and leaned her against the wall, instructing her to prop her foot on the small seat before aiming the warm spray directly on her.

  Derrick lathered her from her neck to her feet, his soapy fingers taking their time over her breasts and in and around her pussy before turning her and repeating his ministrations. “Bend over,” he ordered her roughly before using two fingers to lather her anus and then her pussy again. Grabbing the shower hose, he aimed the pulsing spray between her buttocks and then between her legs, causing her to sway and moan with pent up desire.

  “Master, please,” Sasha begged, on the verge of tears as frustration ate at her.

  Derrick finally had mercy on her. She had done well tonight, and tomorrow would not be nearly as pleasurable. Plunging into her from behind, he replied, “Now, Sasha. Let me feel your cunt sucking my cock dry.” His hips surged forward, thrusting hard and fast.

  Sasha cried out, her orgasm bursting without warning and then going on and on until she didn’t know if it was one long climax or several in a row and didn’t care. She had never come so hard or so fast before; and, as her body shuddered with pleasure, she thought there was definitely something to be said for prolonging one’s pleasure as long as possible.

  The next day, Sasha got her first good look at the club as she followed Derrick. Clad in nothing but the black thong and collar, she tried to take in her surroundings while keeping her head lowered. They went downstairs and paused slightly at the entrance to a huge room. “This is the gathering room,” Derrick told her. “We’ll come here this evening.”

  “Yes, Master,” she replied wondering what went on in the oddly decorated room. Large couches and overstuffed chairs were grouped haphazardly; ropes with hooks on the ends were hung in corners, and what looked like vaults used in gymnastics were placed here and there. Obviously meant for bending over and being strapped to, Sasha thought as she eyed the restraints on the legs of he padded benches.

  There were only a few people mingling inside; and, as Derrick led her out a set of French doors, she saw why. Strewn across the vast grassy lawn were colorful tents where members were lounging on padded chairs or pillow filled raised mats. Some of the tents had the sides tied back, disallowing privacy, and it was to one of these that Derrick led her. Sasha barely had time to take note of the goings on, the naked and semi naked couples and groups engaging in a variety of sexual acts. Conscious of her bare breasts and ass, she stayed slightly behind Derrick and assumed the position of head bowed, legs spread, as he greeted the handsome man occupying the tent he had led her into.

  “Eric, it’s good to see you again. I see Chari and Kay are still with you,” Derrick said, referring to Eric’s two subs who were completely naked except for collars and kneeling at his feet.

  “I just got them trained where I want them,” Eric answered, shaking Derricks hand and moving his gaze to Sasha. “I see you’ve replaced Michelle.”

  “This is Sasha.” Derrick drew her forward. “Sasha, say hello to Master Eric.”

  Sasha looked up and saw a large, blond haired, blue eyed man eyeing her thoroughly. “Hello, Master Eric.” Sasha stood docilely while Master Eric reached out and fondled her breast, pinching the nipple.

  “Nice, Derrick.”

  “Thank you.” Derrick’s cool grey eyes stared into hers as he ordered softly, “On your knees, Sasha. I want you to show Master Eric how talented that mouth of yours is.”

  Sasha knew she would be expected to service others here, but she didn’t realize it would be outside in full view of all the other guests. Nervously, she dropped to her knees and released his cock into her hands. He was as large as Derrick; and, as she took him into her mouth, he stretched her lips widely. When Derrick moved behind her and laid the leather spanker he had brought with him across her ass, she jumped and groaned as she took Eric’s cock deeper into her throat.

  “I’ll stop when I see his come splattered all over your breasts,” Derrick said as he laid another stroke on her tender skin.

  Sasha soon forgot about the other two girls also kneeling, their eyes glued to their master’s cock as she bobbed her head faster and sucked harder in order to put an end to this tormenting ordeal. She had received at least fifteen strokes, and her ass was on fire by the time Eric pulled away from her and shot his come on her breasts.

  Eric and Derrick moved back and sat in the two chairs facing the raised mat. “Sasha, lie back on the mat so Kay and Chari can clean you up,” Derrick ordered.

  Kay and Chari needed no urging to join her on the mat and weren’t shy about showing their eagerness to the Master’s bidding. Sasha watched Derrick as the two girls lay on each side of her and began licking her chest; their mouths and tongues warm and soft on her skin as they covered her thoroughly, licking every trace of come from her before covering her nipples with their mouths and suckling her.

  Derrick smiled at her, making her relax as the duel suckling of her nipples sent pulsing spasms of pleasure to her already over sensitized cunt. When Kay shoved her thong down and cupped her mound, Chari’s mouth covered Sasha’s, capturing her moan. Obviously, Derrick had no problem allowing this threesome access to her pussy, and she didn’t care. Their hands, lips and mouths felt wonderful, the feel and taste of their master’s cock still in her mouth an added stimulant.

  “Master, please, may
I come?” she begged as Kay inserted two fingers into her channel, rubbing back and forth across her clit.

  “No, you’ll wait. It’s time for Kay and Chari to see to my pleasure.”

  Sasha could only watch as both girls knelt at Derrick’s feet, released his cock, and started licking and sucking his hard length. Envy and lust warred within her as Derrick crossed his arms over his chest and stared down at them, completely ignoring her. Then he ordered Kay to straddle his lap, facing Sasha. Grabbing her buttocks, he spread them wide and lowered her ass onto his cock.

  “Chari, see to Kay’s pussy,” Eric instructed, and he released his cock and moved behind Chari.

  The four of them formed a train, Derrick sitting, his cock buried in Kay’s ass, Kay’s legs spread as Chari knelt on all fours in front of her and buried her mouth in Kay’s pussy and Eric kneeling behind Chari, shoving his cock into her cunt. Sasha could only stare, wishing she could join them. Her pussy ached with unmet need. Raising bright blue eyes to her Master, she silently pleaded with him as he drove his cock deeper in Kay’s ass.

  “Do you want to come, Sasha?” he asked.

  “Yes, please, Master.”

  “Fine. Use your fingers and come for me. Hurry before I’m through, or I’ll make you stop.”

  Sasha needed no further urging. Both hands went to her pussy, one spreading her outer lips; the fingers of her other shoved deep and hard into her core. Her hips jerked, and her cunt contracted as she came quickly, her moan echoing with theirs as they all seemed to come at the same time.

  Derrick had originally planned on eating in the dining hall, Sasha at his feet, but he felt an unaccustomed need to have her to himself after the orgy in the tent. They returned to his room where he allowed her to rest before once again ordering room service. The possessive streak he had developed for his new sub was a new and not entirely welcome feeling for him, one that had been slowly building along with each of her lessons over the last two weeks. For the better part of a decade, he had maintained control and kept a certain emotional distance from his subs for a reason. His was a lifestyle that was not conducive to jealousy or indulging in strong feelings. It was a lifestyle he loved and refused to give up for any woman.

  But Sasha was slowly becoming more than any woman, more than just another sub to use and enjoy for a few months and then callously dismiss. When he had put his collar on her last night, he felt a pride that had been lacking in previous relationships and a fear of losing something precious if he wasn’t careful. While he wasn’t contemplating giving up being a Dom for her, he was seriously considering altering a few things pertaining to that lifestyle that would ensure she remain by his side.

  But, until he knew for sure where he wanted this relationship to go, he would proceed as planned for this weekend. “We’re going downstairs,” he stated abruptly as he fed her the last bite of their dinner. “Do you need to use the restroom before we go?”

  Sasha nodded, wondering at his brusque tone. Rising, she went to the restroom to freshen up and slip into her thong. She had done everything he had ordered her to for the past twenty four hours. As he had predicted, she hadn’t found every act pleasurable, but she had found pleasure in pleasing her master, a pleasure so deep, so intense, it far surpassed any painful, humiliating ordeal he subjected her to. Though she found herself stifling jealousy when another woman touched him, she enjoyed submitting to him, enjoyed having him control her in every way, so much so that she wondered how she was going to cope when she returned to Nantucket alone.

  Sasha came out of the bathroom and stood before Derrick, head bowed, waiting for his directive. Silently, he moved behind her and again cuffed her wrists together before snapping a leash to the D ring on the front of her collar. Without a word, he led her downstairs and into the gathering room that was now filled with guests indulging in various sexual scenarios that had her gaping.

  In the far corner, a woman was suspended with her arms overhead, being fucked by two men, one in the front and one in the back, her buttocks a bright, fiery red. On the sofas, couples were entwined, mouths, hands and bodies straining towards releases while others simply looked on. Derrick led her over to one of the vaults where Eric and his subs waited.

  The most difficult thing Sasha found to accept as Derrick pulled her over the vault and secured her ankles to the legs was his silence. She hadn’t felt like a piece of property until now as he callously handed the leash to Eric and stepped back to watch. As Eric lowered her thong to mid thigh, she realized she wasn’t even going to be allowed to maintain that small scrap of decency.

  Eric lifted a flogger off a hook on the side of the vault and wasted no time bringing it down across her buttocks leaving a fiery trail of pain and raising bright red stripes. Sasha bit her lip to keep from crying out as he whipped her harder, each stroke worse than the one before, bringing tears to her eyes. He was more ruthless than Derrick, and the pain he raised wasn’t leading into pleasure, wasn’t turning her on, or making her wet.

  “Enough!” Derrick ordered, disliking the welts already showing across Sasha’s beautiful ass. Derrick never left lasting marks on his subs, never made bruises or broke the skin. There was a very fine line between spanking to heighten one’s pleasure, whether it was his or his sub’s, and abuse. It was a line he never crossed nor allowed others to cross with his women, especially not Sasha. The fact that she hadn’t cried out and kept her face averted from him only pissed him off further.

  Sasha was grateful for Derrick’s interference; and, when Eric shoved his well oiled cock in her ass, she actually felt a spurt of lust, her pussy softening with each stroke he made. Though Eric now held her leash, pulling her head up as he rode her ass, Sasha managed to turn toward Derrick.

  Another Dom had just come up; and, with a nod from Derrick, he strode in front of her, released his cock, and pushed it into her mouth. A curt order from him had his sub on her knees in front of Derrick, her mouth sucking his cock deeply.

  Thankfully, Eric eased on the leash, allowing her room to move her head up and down on the stranger’s cock as she took him as deep as she could, sucking and licking his length like it was the sweetest of treats. Eric was increasing his thrusts in her ass, moving faster and harder; and, as both men shouted with their release, she saw Derrick grab the girl’s head that was sucking him and watched him shudder with release as he pumped his seed into her mouth.

  Silently, Derrick released Sasha, said a few words to his friends, and then led her back to his room where he ran a bath of warm, bubbly water for her.

  “Master, are you displeased with me?” Sasha asked as he helped her into the tub, his silence making her afraid that she had done something wrong.

  “No, far from it.” Derrick leaned over the tub and kissed her softly. “You’ve please me immensely in everything. I knew you’d make a perfect sub. No more questions,” he finished sternly when she started to say something.

  Derrick bathed her, dried her, and tucked her into bed before crawling in next to her and holding her all night, wondering if he would be able to hold her after they returned to the real world.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Sasha threw her head back, gasping, pleading for release as she rode Derrick’s cock. “Now, Master? Please, may I come now?”

  Derrick’s hands tightened on her hips, the sight of her lithe body rising and falling, her tight, wet cunt grasping his cock, their slick bodies slapping together was enough to drive him over the edge. They were in the main gathering room and the members that opted for Monday morning checkout were all there, some watching their coupling, others engaged in their own.

  “God, yes, Sasha! Now, come with me.”

  Sasha whimpered then cried out as she convulsed, her pussy squeezing his cock as hard contractions gripped her entire body and sent her senses spinning out of control. Breathing heavily, she collapsed against him, her arms holding him tightly. It was the second time that day he had fucked her in public but the first time he had allowed her to clim
ax. The added stimulus of an audience as well as the frustrating buildup from having to wait led to mind boggling, body enveloping climaxes that left her drained.

  They had spent the day mingling, swimming, and watching others as they indulged themselves. Derrick had kept her to himself today, not sharing her with anyone despite the numerous requests he received. Though she hadn’t minded yesterdays exploits because they seemed to please him, Sasha was grateful for his possessiveness today, hoping it meant she was more to him than just another sub.

  “Let’s go back to our room. We have to leave early tomorrow.”

  Sasha felt as if she had been doused with a bucket of cold water at his reminder of her imminent departure the next day. Apparently, she didn’t mean anymore to him than any of the others, and she silently berated herself for thinking otherwise. Shifting off his hard body, she pulled up her thong and followed him silently from the room. She refused to allow any morose thoughts to ruin her last night with Derrick.

  When they reached the second floor, a striking, older woman with short black hair and sharp green eyes approached them. Dressed in a short black leather skirt and a black leather bra, she exuded confidence and a touch of arrogance.

  “Derrick, how good to see you again.” Rising on tiptoe, she kissed him warmly on the mouth.

  “Cindy, I haven’t seen you in awhile. We just stopped and visited Daniel and Melanie a few days ago.”

  “How is my former protégé? Are they still deliriously happy?”

  “Daniel assures me they are. This is Sasha, my new sub. Sasha, greet Mistress Cindy.”

  Sasha looked at the woman who was responsible for turning Melanie’s life around and discovered a new respect for her friend. Cindy looked as if she would have been a difficult Master to serve. “Mistress Cindy, it’s nice to meet you,” she said before bowing her head again.

  Cindy reached out and casually ran her hand over Sasha’s buttocks, and then, before Sasha realized her intent, slipped a finger between her cheeks and into her rectum. The crudeness of the gesture, made with such casual indifference, was too much for Sasha, especially after Derrick had allowed no others to touch her that day.