Doms of Chicago, Boxed Set One, page 20
Sara nodded and sat up straight. “You’re wearing Caelan’s collar! What happened? Caelan hasn’t trained a sub or had a permanent one since that debacle happened last year with Hillary!”
Nisey shifted uncomfortably. “I need to greet Caelan and request permission to talk about it. If he allows it, I’ll be back and tell you about it.” At that moment, she knew she needed to talk to another sub. Perhaps talking to Sara would help.
Going to Caelan’s study, she stood outside the closed door and pressed the button on the intercom system next to it. It gave a soft chime. Dropping to her knees, she waited for him. It was part of the routine and allowed Caelan to know of her arrival whether he was in the study on a conference call or downstairs in his playroom.
* * * *
Caelan paused in the middle of his and Gabriel’s conversation when the soft tinkle of bells filled the playroom. He’d called Gabriel over to talk about the class that would be occurring on Saturday and frankly, he hadn’t expected Nisey to show up again today.
Gabriel thoughtfully narrowed his dark eyes. Leaning back against the counter, he pounced. “You have a new sub. I know that chime anywhere. It’s the girl you brought to the munch, isn’t it?”
“Yes, and I wasn’t expecting her. We had a rough time this morning. Damn I hope nothing’s wrong.”
“Want to talk about?”
“I need to deal with her first.” He turned and left the room. Entering the hall, he saw Nisey in her submission position and waiting for him. His loins tightened at the picture she made, but he forced the thought from his head. His needs could wait until Saturday. First he needed to find out why she was here.
“Slave?”
“Greetings, Máister. This slave presents herself for your pleasure.” Her soft voice was calm and he could detect none of the normal desire in it. His slave was exhausted and yet she still had presented herself to him. Why?
“Rise.” When she regained her feet, he drew her to him. “I wasn’t expecting you, grá. Is everything okay?”
“A long day, Máister. This slave has been approached by Sara, and she wishes to talk to her about us. May I?” Lifting her chin, he could see the desire to confide in another sub.
“Of course.” Pressing a kiss to her forehead, he shooed her towards the living room and Sara. “I’ll be downstairs with Gabriel when you’re done with your talk. Come find me.”
“Yes, Máister.”
* * * *
Caelan reentered the playroom to find Gabriel right where he left him.
“Okay, spill, bud. What happened that made you break your promise to yourself about training a newbie again?”
“She did. She’s got grit and goes after what she wants. Not to mention I find her sexier than hell.”
“Sexy? Hell, I know you bud! You’re a sucker for redheads. Being a redhead and feisty can’t be the only reason. Hillary had those qualities too.” Gabriel crossed his arms over his chest.
“Yes, she did, but the difference between the two is staggering. Hillary is better suited to be a switch than a true sub. She loved playing the Dom even more than she did the sub. While I will admit, on occasion, it is vastly arousing to have my sub order me around for a change, I will always be a Dom. Hillary got off on it too much and wanted it all the time.”
“So, that’s what happened. Not the bullshit lies she’s been spreading around at the clubs. So how is Nisey different? I can imagine she could be just as demanding.”
Caelan shook his head. “She’s totally different. Tenacious. She’s been hurt and she still keeps trying, Gabe. She doesn’t give up, but she doesn’t demand or even ask. She knows what she wants and is willing to work for it. Her biggest problem though is her hesitation when it comes to asking. If she’s in the throes of passion, she has no problem asking but if not, she hesitates. While I was gone she needed release and yet she didn’t ask until Kalinda took matters out of her hands. I think she was afraid I was going to deny her or tell her she doesn’t deserve any release.”
“That’s not good, my friend. A sub without enough courage to ask for what she wants ends up either being abused or suffering unintentionally.”
“I know and she received her first punishment as my sub over it today.” Caelan leaned against opposite counter and grabbed his scotch on the rocks and sipped it.
“How did she take it?”
“Very well considering how warped that ass Landing is. He really damaged more than just her arm. I went easy on her since she’s new, but I got my point across.”
“I heard he showed up at the police station a bit battered and babbling like a baby.” The humor in his eyes had Caelan chuckling.
“Well Olivia has been known to have that affect on men who’ve pissed her off. Let alone someone who breaks Olivia’s personal rules.”
* * * *
Curled up on the couch with Sara, Nisey finally relaxed. At first they’d spoken simple idle chitchat from the weather to Kalinda’s run-ins with Josh.
“You know, that girl wants him so bad, I’m surprised she’s not having screaming thigh sweats over him. Why the hell is she resisting? I saw her scurrying out of the cafeteria when you were in the hospital. I stopped in to get Master a cup of java while he was visiting with Caelan. If Kalinda ever stops running, they’re going to burn down the house. I’ve been on the scene for a long time now and I’ve never seen anything as hot as those two, other than seeing you being dragged away at the munch. Now that was hot!”
Nisey blushed. “Well…”
“Come on, Nisey. I’ve never seen a sub react that strongly from just watching a demonstration of a simple tie. In fact, later Master told me he wished he’d video taped my first time. He said I had the same reaction. Some of us subs are into pain, while others are hooked on the ropes. Nothing is wrong with either.” Leaning forward, Sara grabbed her hands. “Now, fess up. How did you get Caelan to train you?”
“I’m not sure. This all started out as favor to his sister. Over time, he answered my questions and then offered to train me.”
“So is it what you expected? Each Dom is different when it comes to training.”
“It’s frustrating.” Nisey sat back with a sigh.
“Why? Does he not allow you to come? That doesn’t seem like the Caelan I know.”
“Oh, no. It’s not that at all. He bought me these balls...”
“Oh you lucky girl! I love those benwa balls. I’d never experienced them until Caelan suggested it to Master. God, I could walk around all day with them in me if only Master would allow me.”
“All day? I’d be a puddle on the floor if I wore them all day.”
Sara smiled. “No. You’ll learn to control your response to them and when Caelan finally does give you permission, you’ll explode like never before. So if he’s pleasing you sexually, why are you frustrated?”
“It’s one sided. I’m not allowed to touch him or give him pleasure.”
“What!” Sara frowned. “Why?”
“I ask and he says it’s not time yet.”
“Not time yet? Do you feel ready to please him? I know you were hurt, but you’re healed, right?”
“Yes, as long as I don’t pull on my arm too hard, I’m great. I’m assuming he’s concerned about my mental state. I love when he gives me pleasure, but I swear I’m going to go crazy if I don’t have a chance to explore that hard body of his. It’s like having a hankering for dark chocolate and getting a Milky Way. Both are chocolate, but the Milky Way doesn’t cut it when you want the bitter bite of dark chocolate.”
“That’s just so wrong, depriving a woman of her chocolate.” Leaning forward with a look of conspiracy on her face, Sara looked around quickly. “How would you like to seduce your master, Nisey?”
Just thinking about Sara’s words had Nisey’s womb clenching around the balls, before reality intruded. “I don’t have the slightest clue how to seduce a Dom, Sara.”
“It’s not as hard as you’d think. You just need to know which buttons to choose. Now in my Master’s case, he’s a sucker for oral sex. You have no idea how many times I’ve snuck into his office at the restaurant and surprised him in the middle of his business meetings. I love to hide under his desk and wait until he’s in the middle of haggling with some vendor about their prices. Then I’ll slip my hands up his thighs. The first time I did it, I almost had to pull him off the ceiling ‘cause I startled him and didn’t ask for permission. I had to do some fast talking too! He hung up the phone and was going to punish me when I finally confessed I loved the idea of pleasing him and testing his control. So we came up with a little wager. If I can make him come while he’s working, I get no punishment, just a yummy load of come. If I fail, then I get my ass warmed for not trying hard enough.”
“Oh my God! How many times have you failed?” Nisey couldn’t help herself, she had to know. The idea of seeing the imposing Gabriel at his desk trying to conduct business while his sub was underneath trying to make him come was tantalizing. For a moment, she could almost see herself beginning the same scenario with Caelan.
“Twice. The last time was when Caelan called from the hospital and told him about you.” Sara rubbed her hip ruefully.
“He punished you?”
“Don’t worry, it was worth it. He suspended me afterwards with my benwa balls in. I must have come a dozen times.”
Nisey laughed as Sara giggled. “Now what do you say we go and seduce our masters?”
“What do I do to seduce Caelan? There’s no desk down there.”
“Remember, not every Dom has the same hot buttons. If I succeed in seducing Gabriel, I’d be surprised if Caelan doesn’t mount you right then and there. Caelan absolutely loves watching me pleasure my master.”
“Well that’ll take care of today, but what’ll I do when you’re not around?” Nisey meant it to come out as a joke, but Sara took her seriously.
“That’s easy. Have him catch you masturbating without permission. He’ll go nuts. He’ll force you to service him before he’ll fuck you ‘til you can’t remember why you were trying to please yourself when he’s around.”
* * * *
When the girls finally went downstairs, they found Caelan unpacking a box of goodies which had arrived in the mail earlier and Gabriel lounging behind the bar, sipping on his whiskey.
After both girls greeted their masters, Caelan had Nisey come over and examine the new toys he’d ordered, while Sara disappeared behind the bar with Gabriel. Even though Nisey and Caelan had their backs to the bar, Nisey couldn’t help but be focused on sounds coming from behind her. They were subtle and if Caelan hadn’t been so wrapped up examining his newest purchases, he might have noticed Gabriel’s responses were becoming shorter and more abrupt.
“So what do you think, Gabe? Do you think I should take the new nylon rope for class or should I stick to the hemp one? I know it’s probably got a few more uses left in it before I have to retire it…”
“Fuck…swallow it…take it all, slave. I’m gonna fill your mouth full.” At the hissed words, Caelan spun around to see Gabriel’s hands white knuckled on the edge of the bar and the soft moans coming from behind it.
Caelan’s jaw tightened as his nose flared. If she hadn’t been watching for his reaction, Nisey would’ve missed it. His eyes darkened before he moved to usher her out of the room, obviously thinking she’d be embarrassed.
“Come on, grá, let’s give them some alone time.” Caelan shot Gabriel a hard look while he continued to drag Nisey out of the room and into the hall outside the playroom.
Nisey began to panic. This wasn’t going at all like she and Sara had planned. Tell him, Nisey. He’s not a mind reader. Ask for you what you want, her inner voice urged.
“Stop!” Her protest had him halting.
It was obvious he thought she was upset when he pulled her into his embrace and cuddled her close. “Shh, I wasn’t expecting them to display themselves in front of a newbie, grá, we’ll go upstairs until…”
“No!” She pushed against his chest.
He frowned down at her. “What do you mean ‘no’?”
Behind them and through the open door, she could hear Sara whispering to Gabriel. Realizing it was now or never, she met his eyes before she reached out and touched the erection straining against the denim. The steel-hard one that had sprung to life when he’d finally figured out what Sara and Gabriel had been doing. Still watching his eyes, she cupped his length then measured it with her hands. She wished the denim of his jeans was gone. His jaw clenched. Finally lowering her eyes, she dropped to her knees in front of him and reached for his zipper. He pushed her hand away when Gabriel’s voice washed over them.
“For Christ’s sake, Caelan, do you need it written in neon?”
“What the hell are you talking about, Gabe?”
Looking up at him, Nisey answered instead. “I want to pleasure you, Máister, if watching them makes you hot.”
“There was nothing to see but a Dom losing control.” The last part of his remark was pointed and he glared over his shoulder at Gabriel. Gabriel just shrugged his shoulders with a huge grin.
“But it still aroused Máister. I can see your need and I want it.” Nisey licked her lips at the thought.
“Hell, if you wanted a show, Caelan, why the hell didn’t you say so? I’d have dragged this little minx from behind the bar and really given her a good working over.”
Caelan gritted his teeth. “She’s not ready for this, Gabe.”
“Really? Then are you telling me it was all Sara’s idea to drive me insane behind the bar in hopes you wouldn’t catch us? I doubt that. I do believe our slaves were upstairs planning on our downfall.”
Sara blushed and nodded before looking down at the floor.
“That’s what I thought. Do you know what happens to naughty slaves who plot against their masters, slave?”
“A punishment, Master.” Even thought her words were submissive, the delicious anticipation could be heard.
“That’s right and this punishment won’t be delayed.” Gabe focused on Caelan again. “Now, I’m going to borrow that spanking bench and teach my naughty little sub a lesson.”
Giving Sara a mocking smile, Gabriel pointed at the spanking bench in the center of the room.
“Yes, Master.” Stripping her clothes off, she piled them in a neat pile before walking over to the spanking bench and straddling it.
Glancing over his shoulder, Gabriel hoped his friend wasn’t a bigger fool than he thought. When he’d asked Sara what had gotten into her, she’d been quick to explain. He’d normally not interfere with another Dom’s training, but he’d seen the looks Caelan had been giving Nisey since she’d entered the playroom. His friend was at the end of his control. If his sub was willing and Nisey’s hot hands and even hotter eyes spoke “Yes”, why not give the man a shove? The Irishman had seen him lose control more than once with Sara. Turn about was fair play.
* * * *
Continuing to kneel in front of Caelan in the ‘waiting’ position he’d shown her with her palms resting on her thighs face up, Nisey waited for him to decide. If she were honest with herself, she knew seducing him would be impossible unless he wanted to be.
“Are you sure this is what you want, slave? If we start this, there will be no backing out on either of our parts.”
“Please, Máister, I only wish to please you.” Breaking the rules, she looked up at him and smiled. “I’ve been dying to get my hands and mouth all over your body, Caelan. You’re so incredibly sexy.”
“Fuck!” Leaning down, he jerked her up. “Come on, slave. If we’re going to do this, we’re gonna do it right.” Meekly she followed him into the playroom.
* * * *
Dragging a chair into position where Gabe and Sara could be seen, Caelan grabbed Nisey and yanked her up to him. Covering her mouth with his, he aggressively thrust his tongue into her mouth. The furious battling of their tongues left him spinning. Yanking his mouth away, he jerked his t-shirt up and over his head, baring his chest, matted with dark hair. Guiding her head lower, he clenched his teeth to keep from moaning as her tongue traced the skin of his chest down to the hard discs of his nipples. If the wet heat of her tongue wasn’t enough, his little sub liked to use her teeth. Each nibble sent him closer to the edge of his formidable and well-trained self-control.
At Sara’s shocked scream, his eyes flew open. He didn’t need the extra stimulation of seeing Gabriel and Sara, but he couldn’t help but stare. Gabriel had Sara strapped into the spanking bench. The redness of her ass testified to the spanking she’d gotten, but what had her bucking and screaming was the Hitachi vibrator Gabriel was working over her clit. Even from ten feet away he could see the shiny juices dripping down her thighs.
“Fuck!” He closed his eyes and gave a rough push on Nisey’s shoulders. “Lower, slave. You wanted this. Suck my cock!”
“Oh, yes, Máister.” Her fingers fumbled in her haste to open his jeans.
His sigh of relief when the denim parted was short-lived as she swooped down on his erect cock and sucked it deep inside her mouth without using her hands. It was a trick he hadn’t expected her to be able to do yet, as most first time subs had a hard time learning to give head without their hands.
Hot and wet, her mouth surrounded his aching flesh and he had to fight to not unload right then and there. As her tongue flicked and rubbed the underside of his shaft, he panted.
“Mac de bitseach!” Gripping her long hair in his hands, he began to thrust in and out of her mouth. Her muffled moans caressed his near to exploding cock. Not wanting to come so quickly, he shoved her head away from him and sank back into the chair. It was time to reassert his authority over his devious little sub. “Get over here.” Caelan’s growl of pleasure made Nisey smile.
As Nisey began to crawl over to him, Sara’s cry distracted him.
“Please, Master, please let me come!”
Jerking his gaze back to Nisey, he waited for her to turn her head, but her gaze was focused solely on the hard shaft sticking out of the opening of his unfastened jeans. When she was within touching distance, he jerked her up and onto his lap. He fastened his mouth over hers and thumbed one nipple through her tank. After swallowing her mewing cries, he leaned back and yanked her top down, effectively binding her arms to her body with the straps, before spinning her around so her back was to his chest.
