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A low moan had her eyes jerking away from Amery. If
she’d thought her face was red before, she knew it was flaming now. Across the
table, one of the slaves, a petite blonde who’d been wearing nothing more than
a thong, was bare-assed sitting on the table, with Master Simon’s face buried
between her thighs.
Evidently the man decided eggs, hash, and Irish soda
bread wasn’t what he wanted for breakfast.

A kiss brushed the edge of her ear before a pair of
lips nibbled on it. “It seems like Master Simon has the right idea! If I told you
to, you’d hop on the table and spread your legs, wouldn’t you Myrna?”

A whimper built in her throat. “Please…I…” She wasn’t
sure if she was deeply aroused or truly scared at the idea of the others
watching Amery eat her pussy.
Perhaps, a bit of both,
she mused as a
thin trickle of cream escaped her folds.

She jumped when his hand slid up her inner thigh to
stop just inches from the crease of where her thigh and pussy met. His mouth
traveled down from her ear to the taunt column of her neck. “That’s right,
slave, I want you to feel the burn of desire. I want you to see and feel what
you’ve missed each time you’ve refused me over the long years.” His voice was
low, for her alone, but the other Masters heard clearly.

As if his response had opened the floodgates, the
various Masters and slaves paired off. Soon the room was full of soft moans of
the women and hoarse grunts from the men. Dominant or submissive didn’t matter
- all in attendance were focused on the pleasure of submission and dominance.
Her throat dried up and she squirmed, waiting for Amery to make his move.
Dear
Lord in Heaven, how am I supposed to watch this and not be affected?
She
shivered in awareness when one of the Masters, the man who’d met her at the
door, Liam if she recalled correctly, bent his slave over his knees and
proceeded to warm her arse for not sucking him hard enough.

Misreading her shiver, Amery ran a reassuring hand
over. “Relax, Myrna, we’re simply going to watch this morning. You won’t be put
on display – at least not today.”

Oh, my God.
Myrna
closed her eyes, not sure if she was anticipating or dreading when he actually
did as he promised. But in her innermost heart, she was throbbing with
anticipation.

Chapter Eight

Heat – intense need. Twisting against the bonds holding
her, Myrna fought to get closer to the tormenting mouth of her Master. Under
her back, the cool wood felt like satin to her over-stimulated senses. Her
spread thighs were slick with the proof of her need but no matter how she
thrashed, her Master refused to touch the most swollen bud on her body.
Instead, his hard fingers were toying with the clover leaf clamps attached to
her aching nipples. The pressure and erotic sting they provided had her
panting. If he kept tugging, she’d come and the bastard knew it. Despite her
refusal to voice why she both loved and hated the devilish clamps, he somehow
knew they were the key to unlock her dormant sensuality.

“Please, Master.” Even to her own ears she sounded
desperate. Inwardly she cringed. She didn’t recognize herself anymore. Where
had all of her control gone to? She groaned harshly when Amery’s agile tongue,
followed by his teeth, found her clit. A gush of liquid escaping her already
soaking wet folds had her tensing. It was all she could do to fight off her
need to come against his lashing tongue and torturous fingers tugging on the
clamps. Grant had drilled into her head with numerous harsh punishments that
she wasn’t allowed to ejaculate when she came. His disgust at her body’s
uninhabited response had been largely responsible for her decline in finding
her own sexual pleasure.

 She gave a whimper which was a cross between a sigh
of relief and a moan of frustration as her memories doused her immediate need
to come. Even though she was relieved to not open herself to Amery’s sure
disgust, she was frustrated that she had to control - to deny her own body.
Why can’t I give up total control without risking
rejection?

“Come back to me, slave. Forget about what you think
you know.”

Her eyes opened. In a daze she realized she wasn’t
alone. Around the table were the other founding members of the club. Master
Simon was sitting in his chair while his slave slowly rode his thick erection.
Master Liam had his blonde submissive bent over and braced against the table near
her head. The slapping sounds of flesh on flesh told their own story. Mistress
Angelica was reclining on a settee not far away with her legs sprawled apart
while Sanders’ face was buried between them. The soft moans escaping the
Domme’s throat told Myrna that Sanders was quite proficient with his tongue.

“Ahhh!” The sound ripped from Myrna was sensual pain
bordered on pleasure. It coursed through her thighs causing another deluge of
wetness to escape her. Her eyes traveled down her belly to see the heated look
in Master’s eyes before he released the skin of her inner thigh from his teeth
– leaving behind reddened flesh.

“Fuck…yes! Let your sweetness spill all over the
table!” With his tongue distended, he lapped at the droplets clinging to her
swollen labia.

 Her body trembled at the feather light touch of his
tongue. She was mere seconds away from begging for the harder, rougher touch
she needed. Tugging helplessly at the bonds holding her for his pleasure, she
fought with her body. Every wet sucking sound coming from her body warned her
if she let him continue she would erupt in ways he wasn’t prepared for.

“Ma...Master…please!” Her broken cry seemed to
resonate within Amery. His harsh growl bathed her inner folds as he parted them
to slide two calloused fingers within. She jerked before letting out a hiss as
her pussy muscles grasped and tugged at the thick intrusion.
Oh, God! It’s been years since I’ve had anything
other than my own fingers and my slimline vibrator inside me.

“Christ, you’re so wet, slave, I bet I could slide my
whole fist inside you.”

She shook her head in denial. “No, no! Please don’t!
I can’t…you’ll make me…I’ll…” She tried to form the words to warn him but
couldn’t. A squeal was ripped from her when he forced another finger inside of
her.

“That’s three, shall we go for four?” The raspy bark
had her frantically shaking her head. She couldn’t stand it! Her thighs were
trembling, her nipples were hard even aching under the clamps as her pussy was
rhythmically squeezing his fingers.
Oh
God, I’m gonna come…I can’t. It’ll kill me if he turns away in disgust!

“Quit fighting it!” Amery lifted his hand before
bringing it sharply down on the side of her breast. The resulting burn had her
jerking. It took a force of will to keep her orgasm at bay. Frantically she
tried to think of something else – anything to take her mind off the fast
approaching climax.

“Myrna, look at me.” The soft plea got through to her
when a hard order would’ve slid off her with ease. She met his glittering eyes
even as his buried fingers brushed the rough patch of tissue which made up her
G-spot. Gritting her teeth, she tried fight the overwhelming pleasure. “Let go,
m’gnogag.
Give me my due as your
Master. Come for me.”

“I can’t...Master.” Her broken sob had the gentleness
fleeing from his expression.

“Unacceptable!” He grabbed the clover leaf clamp and
jerked on it.

 Myrna barely saw the shocked expression on his face
as the pain forced her vision to darken while her world exploded with her
violent release. The sound of her climax splattering on the table had her
groaning…he now knew her deepest secret.

Jerking awake in the throes of an orgasm was a first
for Myrna. Dazed with pleasure and still half asleep, she twisted, writhed, and
jerked against the bedding, abrading her already sore nipples against the
flannel sheets. A muffled shriek left her as the motion forced her orgasm to
continue. She had a vague thought about the bedding which would surely be
soaked, but was so lost to her pleasure, she refused to care. It rolled over
her in harsh jerking waves, battering her body until she wasn’t sure who or
where she was. A long drawn out wail of agonizing ecstasy heralded the end of
the torturous pleasure.

When the seemingly endless climax finally subsided,
she collapsed against the bedding, her breathing ragged.
Oh God, I haven’t
come like that in years.
Rolling over, she pushed the duvet and sheets away
from her body. As she stumbled from the bed, a cool breeze teased her flesh and
she shivered.
Where’s my nightgown?
Standing on still trembling legs,
she raked her fingers through her loose hair. Loose hair? She never wore her
hair loose while she slept.

At first she was confused, but instantly the memories
of the previous day came flooding back. Trying to sneak out of the house before
Amery arrived, sitting in his car wrestling with herself, deciding to go into
the club. Confronting her need to please Amery and staying for the Founder’s
meeting which had turned into an orgy had been difficult but oh-so arousing.
Then he’d brought her back home before leaving her with explicit instructions
for the night: no nightgown, hair undone, and absolutely no masturbation. She
chewed on her lip. “Two out of three ain’t bad.” Surely Amery wouldn’t hold her
involuntary climax against her. She had gone to bed, never expecting to have a
dream so vivid or hot that she’d break her promise. Giving a heavy sigh, she
went to the linen closet. She was going to have to change her bedding before
she’d be able to go back to bed.

* * * *

“Did you sleep in the nude with your hair loose,
Myrna?” Amery’s breath tickled her ear as he held out the jacket for her.
Slipping into it, Myrna savored the scent of him. They were standing in the
front hall, next to the coat closet, with the weak morning light just starting
to pour through the windows. It was still early – a bit before seven, but
considering they had tickets for an eastbound train to Dublin at nine that was
to be expected. Outside, she could hear the gentle rumble of Amery’s car in the
drive.

She nodded as his fingers pulled her braid out from
under her collar.

“And how did it feel?”

Shifting uncomfortably, she tried to think of an
appropriate answer.

“This isn’t a test - there are no right or wrong
answers.” His voice was gentle as he turned her to face him.

“I…I’m not used to sleeping without clothing, so it
was a bit…disturbing.”

He finished buttoning her coat. “Disturbing in a good
way?”

She nodded, smiled, then followed him out of the
house. Stopping on the stoop, she watched as he checked the locks before
offering her his arm. Letting him lead her down the walk to his idling car, his
concern touched her. After he tucked her into the car, they were off to the
Killarny Station near the center of town.

They spoke of inconsequential things along the way.
The weather, if she’d finished her Christmas shopping yet, even their plan of
attack when they finally met Mr. Spurnman. Watching the wind blow around the
snow, she waited for him to ask her about his third stipulation, but amazingly
it never came up. He seemed to have forgotten about telling her not to
masturbate. She certainly wasn’t going to willingly admit she had so little
control over her body that she climaxed in her sleep. She was lulled into a
state of ease.

Once they arrived at the station, Amery parked his
car in the short term parking lot. She watched through the slowly falling snow
gathering on the window. He went to the rear of the car, and grabbed his
briefcase before opening her door. Taking his arm, she allowed him to guide her
over the walk and towards the station.

Inside the station, he led her over to the small
bistro. The smells of crisp bacon and fresh squeezed juice teased her nostrils.
The breakfast Amery had promised had her stomach rumbling. It was as if she
hadn’t eaten two slices of leftover Irish soda bread an hour ago. Her stomach
was proclaiming bread hadn’t been enough to satisfy her in the face of the
delicious smells filling the air.

“Tsk-tsk. If I
didn’t know better, I’d think you’d skipped a meal again.” Amery turned and
ordered for both of them. She stuck her tongue out at him. It wouldn’t have
mattered if she’d eaten a seven course meal. He knew her weakness for this
particular food stand.

When he turned back
around, she wisely had her tongue inside of her mouth. It wouldn’t do for him
to catch her. She graciously took the proffered food from him. Sinking onto a
bench, she nibbled at the breakfast sandwich. Savoring the crisp bacon and
fluffy eggs inside the flaky crust with just a hint of cheese, she took sips of
the orange juice in between bites. Next to her, Amery ate in companionable
silence. They were just finishing when the crackle of the public announcement
system broke the silence.

“Train to Dublin will be departing from gate three in a half hour!” The perky voice of the woman
echoed through the station. Wadding up the wrapper from her sandwich, she
tossed it in the nearby trash along with her empty juice cup. She followed
Amery towards the platform. Handing the conductor the tickets he’d retrieved
from his briefcase, the man led them down the aisle and into the train car
where the private rooms were. She raised an eyebrow at him as she passed in
front of him and the conductor. Taking off her winter jacket, she hung it on
the hook provided.