“Go for it, bicycle boy. I’ll take out what’s in my pants and bitch slap you with it.”
“Notice how every conversation goes back to his dick?” Lucas queried.
“It’s like the Washington Monument,” Ben said. “It’s so big it’s the center of attention, no matter where you are in DC.”
Jeers and guffaws were followed by Lucas's dry response. “Well, with his brain being that small, it has to be proportionately balanced with another body part.”
Peter hadn’t joined in on the male bonding ritual and, as amusing as it was to follow the byplay, Rachel’s attention was drawn back to what he was doing to Dana now.
As she’d recalled earlier, there were hidden options to allow for BDSM play, when the room wasn’t being employed for K&A business. After he’d let Dana recover from her climax, Peter had used a remote control to lower a series of lines from behind a panel in the ceiling. He laid Dana on her back on the mat, positioning a lower profile cushion to support her back, which also arched her up in a pleasing way.
Attaching the separated wrist cuffs to lines, he drew them up with a control, so her arms were out to her sides and lifted a few degrees above her. He did the same to her legs, spreading and lifting them, attaching an additional set of cuffs just above her knees and adding lines there so her lifted and slightly bent legs weren’t supported only by the ankle lines.
Rachel swallowed, hard, as Peter matter-of-factly lubricated up a thick dildo. He put one hand on Dana’s mound, his fingers parting the lips of her sex to begin feeding it into that channel.
“Lift up for me, Sergeant. Work it into you.”
Dana complied, her lashes fluttering, eyes closing, an automatic reflex as she concentrated, trying her best to obey her Master. Peter helped, caressing her clit, teasing and pinching, to help her muscles loosen and ripple. Dana’s hips lifted and lowered, circled. As the dildo disappeared, inch by inch, Rachel could feel her own internal muscles contracting.
She noticed the male banter had ceased, their attention back on Dana. Lucas held the card deck under one hand as he rested on his elbows, his gaze intent upon Dana’s stretched sex, since he sat on the same side of the table as Peter, and had a pretty close-up view.
It was all the way in. Peter strapped it in place around Dana’s hips with a harness he cinched with a jerk, pulling a gasp from her.
“Can you be good, or do we have to do another gag?” he demanded in a stern tone. “Before you say something smart, next time it will be a ring gag. I’ll replace those cushy rubber nipple clamps with the clovers, and let Ben go after your ass with Jon’s metal ruler.”
Dana flinched. Rachel knew she both hated and loved the clover clamps. Hated the pain, but loved the rush. It would be a toss-up whether her friend would misbehave enough to win their punishment. As for that ruler, Rachel had vivid memories of it herself, enough to give her a shudder. Like Dana and the clover clamps, she had a love-hate relationship with it. She remembered when Jon had last used it on her, another one of those times she’d reverted and called herself stupid. He’d taken her right after, increasing the burn of those strikes on her ass as he thrust into her from behind.
At Jon’s throat clearing, she realized she’d finished her eating and drinking and was merely standing, staring at Peter’s preparation of Dana. She was supposed to be checking on the men’s food and drink needs.
“Rachel, that ruler is behind the bar,” Jon said evenly. “I thought I might need it tonight. Bring it to me.”
Ah, hell. But she did it, moving behind the bar. As she bent to withdraw it, she dug her bare toes into the carpet, and had to clench her buttocks to hold in the plug. The weight of the chain falling forward tugged lightly on her nipples.
The ruler was eighteen inches long. The strip of corkboard on the back didn’t completely cover the line of metal on either side of it, or the sharp corners of the implement Jon used for his drafting work…and other things.
She brought it to him. Anticipating his command, she bowed her head. “On my knees or over the table, Master?”
He caressed her hair, threading the strands through his fingers. “I think the other Masters would like to see you up on the table, down on your elbows, beautiful ass in the air. Legs parted to shoulder width.”
“Yes, sir.” She had his hands at her waist to help her on the table, but then she turned and assumed the position he’d prescribed. Since Jon and she were at the opposite end from Matt, by turning her body perpendicular to him, her profile was visible to all of them.
She was aware of Dana’s stillness, listening. Peter’s hand was on her abdomen, long fingers playing over her mound as her hips did that little twitch of motion again, a result of the dildo filling her, Rachel was sure. Along with the plug.
“Three strikes will be sufficient.”
The first was a stripe of fire that shot heat straight to her core. Rachel lifted her hips higher, that perverse request for more that made her think she was crazy. Jon picked up his drink, took a swallow. He was making her wait for the next one, because it gave the nerve endings time to rally. Which meant the next strike would be equally as painful—if not more so.
It provoked a cry from her like the one that had split from Dana’s lips after Peter’s last paddle strike. She tightened her fingers together, absorbing the pain. One more. When it came, she bit back a shriek.
Jon gave her a couple necessary seconds before he made another demand upon her. “Why were you punished, Rachel?”
“Because I got caught up in what Peter was doing to Dana, rather than immediately checking on the other Masters’ needs when I finished eating and drinking.”
“Correct.” Jon handed her down off the table and ran his hand over her sore bottom, giving it a little pat. “Go to it. I’ll leave the ruler here in case I need it again. But I won’t, will I?”
“No, sir.” When he cupped her breast and pinched a nipple, she caught her bottom lip in her teeth, a hum in her throat. Amazingly, a tiny trickle of response slid over her labia. They had their ways of taking a woman up again when she thought it would take much longer.
“So why are you still here?”
He was teasing her again. When he nudged her into motion, a tiny smile bloomed inside her fluttering heart. He knew how to balance the darker places a punishment could take her, reminding her it wasn’t because she’d disappointed him. It was because she’d given him the opportunity to enjoy the punishment, knowing it would make her hot and bothered like this again. The same way that Peter putting the dildo inside Dana and threatening her with the ring gag had her.
She jerked into motion, going to the head of the table to start with Matt. His glass was empty. “What can I get you, sir?” she asked.