Emergence: Bound To Be Tested Part 2
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Margaret nodded subtly. "Yes, Mistress."
"I know you're turned on. I can smell it. You're s.h.i.+vering. Do you enjoy Jude's directives?"
"Yes, Mistress."
For the briefest moment, Lori held still, worrying about the dynamic she'd enjoyed with her sub for a year. Could Jude waltz in here and f.u.c.k that up in half an hour?
Lori could feel all the eyes in the club on her. Her decision here was crucial. And her body was fighting a losing battle against the deep tone she was conditioned to recognize as her Master. What could it hurt to finish out the scene, allowing Jude to give his input? It would help Lori save face in the eyes of the other club members, keep things peaceful and perhaps even feed a need Lori kept hidden deep inside her.
She lifted the glossy wood to her pet's cheeks again, trying to shake off the uneasy sensation. "Focus on me, pet. I'm in charge of you."
Margaret tipped her head into Lori's in a gesture of acknowledgement.
"Slow down the speed, but increase the intensity," Jude ordered. "You're pausing too long."
Margaret moaned again.
d.a.m.n Jude for knowing what Lori's sub needed better than herself.
He leaned into Lori's ear and whispered, "Push a finger into her p.u.s.s.y, but don't linger. Don't let her come yet."
Throwing in the towel, Lori reached between Margaret's thighs with her free hand and pressed into Margaret's heat unerringly. She twisted her pointer both directions before removing the digit. She would have repeated the action, loving the way her sub bucked and squirmed at the intrusion, but just as she was about to stroke her folds again, Jude grabbed Lori's wrist and drew it up to her face. "Suck it, baby. Lick it clean."
Their eyes met as Lori did his bidding, parting her lips and licking them before she sucked the finger into her mouth.
Jude didn't release her wrist until she finished. "Now go for the c.l.i.t. Flick it until she writhes, but don't let her come yet."
Lori held his gaze as she obeyed his order. She didn't need to look to locate Margaret's swollen nub. She was more familiar with her sub's body than she'd ever been with Jude's. She could work her way around Margaret's lithe frame blindfolded with her hands tied behind her back. Not that she had. After all, she was the Domme in this relations.h.i.+p. But she made a point of learning every inch of her sub's body so she would know the reaction she could elicit with a touch or a caress.
Lori pushed the hood back to unveil Margaret's c.l.i.t with two fingers and expertly flicked her middle finger over the protrusion for several seconds.
"That's enough," Jude admonished. "I like the looks of her like this. She puts on a good show." He glanced around at the eerily silent audience. "They like it too." He ran a finger down Margaret's back. "Like a gazelle, she's lithe and lean and long. Give them more of a show. If you end it now, they'll be deflated, and your sub will too."
It was the first time he'd acknowledged Margaret as Lori's submissive. She felt a moment of strength gathering at the admission as she pulled her hand from between her pet's legs and sucked her juices once again.
"Step back around to her front. I enjoyed watching you suck her t.i.ts, although the event was short-lived."
Lori righted herself. She prayed she was the only one around who noticed how wobbly her legs felt. She was clay in Jude's molding hands. One pinch here or a tuck there and she bended to his bidding.
Rounding Margaret was slow. When Lori arrived at the front, she bent at the waist to fondle her sub's nipples.
"No. Kneel in front of her. Put your head at her level."
Lori paused a moment before slowly lowering herself to the ground. She didn't kneel when she was topping. Ever. This was out of her comfort zone. h.e.l.l, she even landed on the mat with her legs spread, a position her body automatically a.s.sumed under the voice it knew as its Master.
"Gorgeous." She had no idea if he referred to her, Margaret, or the both of them as a unit. "Stroke her t.i.ts first, avoiding the nipples. You know how arousing that can be."
Lori lifted both hands to her sub and circled her b.r.e.a.s.t.s in a spiral pattern, each circ.u.mference growing smaller until she reached the tips.
"Look how firm her nipples are, baby. You did that to her. Flick your tongue over them."
Lori leaned in closer and licked one nipple and then the other. Her pet swayed forward at the contact, her head lifting out of Lori's path.
"So pretty. Her pink buds are a shade lighter than yours, the areolas smaller in diameter, but equally as attractive."
What was he trying to prove? That he knew her better than she knew herself? To whom? Everyone in the room?
So many questions scrambled around in her head. She couldn't concentrate on one long enough to discern an answer.
"I bet you can make her come with your mouth."
No s.h.i.+t, Jude. I've done it many times. How else do you think I usually make her come?
Jude stepped closer. He kneeled beside Lori and chuckled. "On her t.i.ts, baby. On her t.i.ts." He stroked a finger down Lori's cheek and chucked her under the chin. When he danced that finger tenderly down her neck and into the V of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, she glanced lower.
G.o.d. She was a vision. Not the one she'd left the house intending to explore. No. She was acting like a wayward sub herself. On her knees with her legs spread, leaning forward enough to accommodate Margaret's chest, her a.s.s stuck out, and her chest bulged from the top of her bustier. Her nipples were covered, but barely.
"Suck one in, baby," he whispered, his voice lower, hoa.r.s.e with his need. "I love the way your cheeks hollow when you suck..." He let that last word hang, the implication easy to understand.
When he stroked that d.a.m.n finger across the swell of her breast, up around her neck and then used it to press her head inward, she complied. She wrapped her lips around the pink nipple closest to Jude and sucked several inches of Margaret's globe into her mouth.
Margaret bucked hard, but Lori saw Jude steady her with a hand to her back, holding her for Lori to feast on. "She's not going anywhere, baby. Go ahead. I know you like nipples."
Yeah, his. d.a.m.n him.
Rarely had she been permitted to feast on him, but when he'd given her the green light, she'd loved to flick and suckle his disks. She'd loved the way they reacted to her touch, reaching toward her, pleading for more attention.
But Jude was a controlled man. In his domineering ways, he didn't like to lose any brain cells allowing Lori to torment him often.
"So s.e.xy, baby. Circle her nipple with your tongue. Flick it over the center... That's it. You like that, don't you?"
She didn't want to know to whom he was referring.
"Nip the tip with your teeth. Gently, not so hard that she comes yet." He set his full hand on the back of Lori's head now and stroked her hair, tangling his fingers into the locks and guiding her subtly. "That's enough. Switch to the other breast, baby."
Lori's p.u.s.s.y dampened more every time he called her that endearing name. How many other women had he addressed in that tone since kicking her to the curb?
"Spread your lips. Suck more of her into your mouth... Yes, like that. So good." It occurred to her the one thing he didn't do was join. The only touches he'd applied to Margaret had been to admire her artwork or hold her steady. Nothing s.e.xual or punitive.
Lori sucked. Margaret had the best t.i.ts she'd ever seen. Perfect round orbs that stood pert on her chest and demanded attention. She moaned around the globe as she fondled her sub with her lips.
"I'd almost forgotten that sound. You might be closer to o.r.g.a.s.m than your pet here."
She'd never admit to that, nor would she let herself get carried away enough to prove him right.
"Scoot forward a bit, baby. Reach beneath her and fondle her c.l.i.t while you work her t.i.ts." Jude pressed her head again, his hand having made itself at home on her scalp.
Lori walked her legs closer to Margaret and stroked a path down her sub's belly with one hand until she reached Margaret's c.l.i.t. She pinched it between two fingers first, getting Margaret's full attention, and then stroked the nub with her middle finger.
Margaret squirmed as much as the ropes would allow now. Lori knew Margaret was silently begging for release, fighting the urge to plead out loud.
"Now, baby."
She knew what he meant. She knew him so well she wanted to kick herself.
Instead, she followed his orders as though he'd never left and he still owned her soul.
He will always own your soul... She shook the thought from her dazed head and pressed her finger into Margaret's c.l.i.t at the same time she sucked hard on her nipple.
Margaret bucked hard, her o.r.g.a.s.m forcing her body to stiffen and then revolt. It wouldn't be enough. Lori knew this. If she didn't provide Margaret with v.a.g.i.n.al penetration, she would be left hanging no matter how many times she came.
Regardless of their relations.h.i.+p, one that hadn't involved a man for the entire time they'd been committed to each other, both women liked the fullness of c.o.c.k. Fake c.o.c.k was just as good and sometimes better. Fingers would do in a bind, but leaving Margaret's p.u.s.s.y empty would p.i.s.s the woman off.
When the o.r.g.a.s.m subsided, Lori released her nipple, trying to catch her breath. She was h.o.r.n.y herself. She'd never been this h.o.r.n.y in a scene. Usually she kept her head on straight. People had enough trouble believing in the legitimacy of a Domme. It only added to the rumor mill for a Domme to appear weak during a scene.
"Lower her arms now, baby. She's been in that position long enough." Jude stepped back.
Lori followed, her legs composed primarily of cooked noodles. Her heels suddenly seemed too high to support her. But she managed to circle Margaret and release her from the hook. "Straighten your back, pet." She grabbed her shoulders and ma.s.saged the ache she knew would remain as a reminder of this scene for several days.
"She's been bound long enough, baby."
d.a.m.n that man and his commands one step ahead of Lori's actions, as though she couldn't make good decisions on her own. She directed a glare at him and then bent to the task of releasing her sub from the ropes.
Margaret shook, from the o.r.g.a.s.m, from the intensity of the scene, and undoubtedly from the need to come again.
The rope unraveled much faster than it had been placed. In minutes Margaret was free. Lori stepped to her front, drew her arms to the center and rubbed the stiff muscles of her sub still kneeling on the floor.
Lori tucked Margaret's head to her chest and settled it against the V of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. Margaret heaved in a breath as though she hadn't received enough oxygen for the entire scene. She tipped her head back, her eyes imploring Lori to explain what the h.e.l.l had just happened.
With a subtle shake of her head, Lori told her not to question the situation right now. She had no idea what she might say in answer anyway. She needed time to think about what had happened.
Lori stood, helping Margaret to her feet. The club had grown noisy and the audience had dispersed. Only a few people still milled around the mat. Carlton had returned at some point. After the owner, Jason Garwood-the only father figure Lori had ever known-Carlton was the second in command here. Nothing happened inside Emergence he didn't approve, direct or orchestrate.
Lori lifted her gaze to him now. She knew he was confused at best and fit to be tied without a doubt. Carlton, however, was staring at Margaret. He didn't approach. To do so would have been a serious breach of both etiquette and policy. And there was already a lot of that going around tonight. But he did furrow his brow in worry, his hands twitching at his sides as he a.s.sured himself Margaret was indeed okay.
The man was thorough. She'd give him that. How long had he been watching?
Lori smiled, thankful she had a man like Carlton in the club. Where the h.e.l.l had he been when Jude had first entered?
Speaking of Jude... Lori twisted from one side to the other. The man was nowhere in sight. She wrapped one arm around Margaret and eased her sub toward a row of couches. As she pa.s.sed her bag, she grabbed the straps. Someone had placed her toys inside.
Jude.
Lori lowered herself onto a couch and wrapped Margaret in a throw blanket that had been draped over the arm. Pulling her pet's head down to rest against her chest, Lori looked around again.
Jude wasn't in sight. She swallowed. Anger and relief warred inside her heart. She wanted to slap him, not for the first time. She was also glad he'd disappeared. If she talked to him right this moment, she feared she was too fragile and wrung out from enacting his scene to be civil or coherent.
Today wasn't a good day to face her former Dom in a battle of wills, no matter how badly she'd wanted to do just that earlier. Nope. Tomorrow would be soon enough. Or the next day... Or never.
Chapter Two.
Jude slouched in the front seat of his truck and slammed his hand on the steering wheel. He ducked his head and took in long gulps of air.
What the h.e.l.l had he been thinking?
He'd known there was a good chance Lori would be at Emergence on a Friday night. It was her stomping ground. He didn't get to claim this territory anymore. He'd abdicated the city, the state and h.e.l.l, the country to her two years ago.
As though he were a robot, he'd been lured back to the Southeast last week on autopilot, unable to stop the sequence of events that landed him in this position.
He hadn't thought. Nothing about tonight had been planned. He'd simply come into the club and then immediately followed the flock to the unfolding scene on the floor.
The fact that Lori was at the center of everyone's attention had knocked the wind out of him. The fact that she was topping, h.e.l.l, a full Domme in her own right, had left him speechless. Nothing could have prepared him for that visual.
He felt a warm tingle in his chest at the memory of the first moment he'd set eyes on her this evening, her tiny frame held as tall as possible in those impossibly high boots that reached so far up her legs they made him moan internally again even now.
When his gaze had traveled to her corset and the plump swell of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, he'd nearly swallowed his tongue.
So confident and sure of herself, she'd clearly practiced this scene beforehand. She was prepared enough for any eventuality. Her submissive hadn't been privy however. That much was clear as he watched the taller woman's face for signs of recognition. Nothing. The rope art had been practiced on someone else. How many subs did Lori have?
h.e.l.l, what the f.u.c.k was a strong submissive like Lori doing topping other people at all? It was inconceivable to him, and yet he'd watched her intensity and surety for long minutes before his tongue got the best of him and he interrupted her scene.
It hadn't been altogether accidental. s.h.i.+t, he'd needed to see her reaction more than his next breath at that moment. And he hadn't been disappointed. He had no idea where she was in life. Did she live alone? With a partner? A man? A woman? This particular submissive she commanded tonight? He had no answers. But what he did know in the deepest section of his heart was she was still his.
Her reaction to his first words had warmed his soul and told him everything he needed to know. He'd nearly come in his pants watching her. It had taken every ounce of his strength to remain aloof as he ordered her to service the woman she was supposed to be topping. He'd turned the tables on her, and she'd reacted in a way that made his c.o.c.k stiffer than a tree trunk.
Lori Polluck was no Domme. She may have played the role, acted the scene, but she was a submissive. She was his submissive. And he intended to ensure she remembered that very soon.
He knew Carlton had been p.i.s.sed, itching to step in and stop Jude from destroying someone else's plan. But the reality was Jude had done no harm. And even after two years, Carlton deferred to Jude's previous seniority in the club, allowing the man to break every rule in the book as he took over Lori's show.
As soon as the scene had ended, he'd fled like a chicken. He needed to pull his head back together and figure out what the h.e.l.l he was thinking before he faced Lori in a showdown. That woman would be hot under the collar and fit to kill.
He wasn't stupid. He'd used his voice and his commanding presence to practically hypnotize Lori into doing his bidding. As soon as she came out of that stupor after the scene, she would come out swinging.
When he'd first stepped in, he'd been unsure she wouldn't throw a punch right away. She'd held her ground with him long enough to make him proud of her strength.
He didn't intend to be on the receiving end of that wrath yet. He'd known good and well he might run into her when he decided to come to Emergence tonight. Whatever he arranged next was completely lost to the universe at this point.
Lori had been the best thing that ever happened to him. She'd been a truly ideal submissive in all things. Strong and independent on the outside, flexible and under his thumb when in the role. He'd loved her.
h.e.l.l, after the way his body had reacted tonight, he knew he still did.
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