Master No (Masters and Mercenaries, #9)(48)

Faith watched the scene in front of her with a smile on her face. And hard nipples. Really hard nipples. It was a hot scene they were watching. Yet there was a tenderness to it.

She and Master T had walked the dungeon floor. He’d taken her up to the second floor, showing her around and patiently answering her every question. She was fascinated with the size of the club and the level of attention to detail that had gone into designing it. There were playrooms of all kinds. She’d watched a medical scene where a doctor had taken his very naughty nurse to task. It was one of the things she’d loved about the lifestyle. She’d met the “nurse” earlier in the evening, and Eve McKay had seemed so staid and intellectual. Nice, of course, but it showed another side of the woman when she’d allowed herself to be spanked and brought to orgasm by her gorgeous hubby.

The lifestyle was where she’d first learned she didn’t have to be just one person. She didn’t have to always be the in control doctor. She could find the other sides of herself and indulge them.

Like Erin was right now.

Erin was wrapped in silk rope, the gorgeous pattern forming a dress around her body. She was kneeling, her breasts on display. Theo had taken his time as he bound her. His fingers had moved slowly, lovingly creating the tortoiseshell pattern that covered Erin’s flesh. It had been easy to watch Erin slip into subspace as he worked the ropes over and over her. Her eyes had become soft, her muscles relaxing.

Once Theo was satisfied his submissive was properly bound and trussed, he’d begun his sweet torture. He’d taken a cube of ice and run it over the nape of her neck, causing her to shiver and writhe.

Sensation play. Faith loved it.

Master T shifted behind her, one arm around her waist as he leaned in, whispering in her ear. “I scheduled a room for us. I want to play with you.”

She felt those words across her flesh as though he could impart warmth to her with only his voice. He’d scheduled a private room for them. That meant he had plans. Plans he hadn’t discussed with her. Oh, he knew her hard and soft limits. He knew what she liked and didn’t like. So it didn’t bother her. She rather liked the idea that he’d spent time planning and plotting how they would play together. It was one of the things she loved about the D/s relationship she’d had before. She’d never felt used. Her Dom thought carefully about what would bring them both pleasure. Sex was careful, thoughtful, never taken for granted.

She was going to have sex with this amazing, gorgeous, wonderful man. It made her want to melt. Instead she nodded, letting him know she was ready whenever he was.

On the stage, Erin gasped as Theo attached a really nasty-looking clamp to her right nipple. The clamps were lovely, with pretty emeralds dangling from the end. Theo rolled the left nipple between his thumb and forefinger before slipping it on.

She would be so aware of her body. The ropes would hold her tight, clamps biting into her sensitive skin. For some people it would be torture. For people like her and Erin, it was the highest high. The endorphins would be flowing, mixing with crazy arousal and flooding her system.

Theo’s hands went to the laces of his leathers. Nice. Oral scene. That was sure to get her completely hot. Yes, she was crazy about Master T, but that didn’t mean she was blind. Theo Taggart was a total hottie. She’d been looking forward to seeing him without his clothes on. She’d seen him without a shirt, and that was one phenomenal chest. From the racket Erin could make, Faith had a hunch her friend’s Dom had a nice package and she was going to…

A hand came over her eyes and she was shocked to find herself manhandled away from the scene. She was trained well enough that she didn’t call out. She knew exactly whose strong arms were around her and she had a sneaking suspicion why.

Was her Master the tiniest bit jealous? He’d told her to pack her bag. He’d been explicit in his instructions that she would be coming home with him, and earlier in the day he’d frowned Theo’s way when he’d walked through the house wearing nothing but a towel.

When he settled her back down and took his hand off her eyes, he stared down at her.

“I didn’t think. Did I frighten you?” He was so serious as he looked her over. They were far enough from the scene that they could speak, though in Sanctum one was never very far from something interesting.

“Frighten me?” She could hear the sounds in the background and knew Erin and Theo’s scene had totally moved on to something interesting, but she knew better than to turn around and look back. She had to think of her Master’s apparently tender feelings.

He liked her. He wanted her to like him. Only him. It was all right because she’d noticed he didn’t ogle other women. Despite all the lovely female flesh on display, Master T seemed to have eyes only for her. He would tip his head and comment on a sub’s loveliness, but there wasn’t heat in his eyes. That was reserved for Faith. Master T knew how to make a sub feel secure. So why would he think he’d frightened her?

“I’m fine, Master. I’m not frightened.”

He straightened up. “I didn’t think about the fact that you’ve been kidnapped before. I covered your eyes. It could have brought back bad memories.”

“Oh.” No, she hadn’t been thinking about that at all. It was nice to not think about it. The truth was once Theo and Erin had been brought on as her security, she’d been able to relax. She’d trusted them from the start. Every instinct she had said those were two people born to protect and defend those weaker than them. Master T was the same way. “No. I’m fine. No PTSD for this girl. And actually, they never blindfolded me. I think they wanted me to see all the horrible stuff.” She shook her head as a couple of horrific images entered it. “Okay, maybe I spoke too soon on the PTSD.”