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“Very well, we’ll keep her for a
six month trial run, but I won’t have dissention in my home—no little subs
plotting against their Master.”
    Ryan’s grin was
brilliant, lighting his whole beautiful, boyish face. “Thank you, Master.”
    The doorbell rang, and
Ryan waited for permission to rise from his knees.
    “Go ahead, answer the
door, and let the lessons begin.”
     
     

Chapter
Five
     
    The spreader bar
between Jay’s knees made her legs unstable. The only support was the rope wound
around her arms, from above her elbow down to her wrist. Her arms were pulled
behind her back and attached to another rope, strung from the dungeon’s ceiling
hooks.
    She glanced down at
the intricate crisscross of red and black rope on her skin. Even she had to
admit it looked beautiful, the darker colors against her pale skin.
    Brendon had wound the
softer, crimson rope around her generous breasts. It pushed her body forward,
so they hung suspended, while her ass jutted out, exposed and vulnerable.
    She trembled as
Brendon’s large hand caressed her ass cheeks, running a single finger down her
cleft.
    “I’m going to take
this virgin ass of yours, today.”
    He had been tormenting
her all week, about how he would take her ass, fuck her so hard the whole
country would hear her scream. He and Ryan had prepared her with various sized
butt plugs. Brendon would keep her on the peak of arousal, not allowing her to
come, until he was buried deep in her dark channel.
    After a week of utter
frustration, Ryan assured her the suffering would be worth it. Her torment
increased, as she was forced to watch Ryan sink to his knees and lovingly give
his Master a blowjob. Listening to their moans and whimpers of pleasure made
her desire flame to an almost unbearable level.
    Brendon was careful
not to put either Jay or Ryan out of their comfort zones. He never asked Ryan
to do anything sexual to her, or she to Ryan, but often they would work
together to pleasure their Master.
    One morning, Brendon
lay back casually on the bed, a smile on his lips, as Ryan taught her the finer
art of sucking their Master’s cock. It took her a few tries, before she was
able to relax her throat muscles enough to take Brendon’s cock, nearly all the
way in, without choking. When she succeeded—Brendon rewarded her by gripping
the back of her head and fucking her throat until he came.
    During her training, Brendon pushed her to new
heights she’d never believed possible, which only left her craving more.
    It was more than just
sex, more than control. They ate dinner together, talked, even relaxed after sessions, lounging on a comfortable sofa in the large living room
and in front of Brendon’s big, plasma television . It was fun getting to know Brendon and
his funny quirks. She would have never pegged the straight-laced solicitor as
being a Trekkie .
    When she teased both
Ryan and Brendon about being closet nerds, they both attacked and tickled her,
until she begged for mercy.
    Brendon insisted she
bring clothes over and stay nights, only there was a “no clothes” rule in the
bedroom.
    When she tried to back
out, Ryan gave her a pouty look and Brendon glared, making her give in to what
they wanted. Sweetly, they praised and caressed her body, giving her a new
found self-confidence. She felt important, sexy and most of all, loved.
    She knew Ryan loved
her without reserve as she loved him, their deeper friendship making her heart
ache even more.
    Anytime she tried to
broach the subject of Ryan telling Brendon about his condition, he pleaded with
her to wait, as they were all so happy.
    The sharp stinging
slap on her left ass cheek brought her mind back to the present.
    “You wandered, blue jay.”
    “Yes,
sir. Sorry, sir.”
    “What were you
thinking about?”
    She swallowed, knowing
he wouldn’t settle for anything but the truth. The truth was she and Ryan were both lying to him.
    “I … I was thinking …
uh … about the past week.”
    Brendon