FightingforControl by Ari Thatcher Read Free Book Online Page B

Safe word is chartreuse. You will do what you’re told
by either of us. Most importantly, you will not come until you are told.
Special instructions for tonight are these: you may not touch us with your
hands unless we tell you to. We won’t be using any restraints on you, but we
expect you to hold a position as if we were. Do you understand?”
    She met his gaze. “I think so, Master Q. Except, why call
you Master Q when I know who you are?”
    “Who am I?”
    “You’re Marc Quinn.”
    “No, once I entered this club I became Master Q. It’s not a
name I use for playing games. It’s who I am. If you agree to be here with me,
you’re accepting me as your master. You’re acknowledging your willingness to do
what I tell you without question. You’re agreeing to the role of sub while you are
in this club.”
    “Oh, I get it. So the names and…” She tugged at her tight
dress. “The clothes remind us what’s going on.”
    “Yes. Some subs prefer to wear a collar or piece of jewelry
when they are in that role. We can deal with that later. For now, the names
will do. We must be clear before we begin. Repeat your instructions as you
understand them.” He stopped pacing and stood in front of her, feet spread,
shoulders back, hands clasped behind him.
    “My safe word is chartreuse, I will follow all orders either
of you give me. I can’t touch you unless ordered. And I must treat your words
as physical restraints when commanded.”
    He smiled. Of course she understood, but he wasn’t going to
allow confusion to mar their night. Making assumptions when a sub turned over
their safety would lead to dangerous risks. “Very good, sub.”
    Marc glanced at Brad, who nodded and moved to stand next to
him. When he looked at Lori again, he noticed her eyes roaming over Brad’s body
and a wave of jealousy rocked through him. Shit. He’d never had trouble
sharing before. But he’d never met anyone like Lori before.
    Shaking off the emotion, he spoke to Lori. “Take off your
dress and hand it to Master C.”
    Bending slightly, she grasped the skirt sides and lifted,
pulling the fabric slowly up and over her head. Her porcelain skin was bared
inch by luscious, succulent inch, and his cock swelled in anticipation. Down,
boy, we’ve got a long night ahead.
    Brad shook out the dress and draped it over a chair, then
came back to Marc’s side. “Woman, you are perfect dressed like that.”
    Looking at her only garment, those seductive black pumps,
Marc had to agree. “You have excellent taste in shoes.” Her breasts, with their
pale-peach nipples, weren’t falsely perky, but sat low and full, the way he
loved them. Rounded hips, fleshy belly and thighs, all womanly and seductive.
Reaching up, he ran fingertips over her right shoulder and down her arm.
    Brad followed suit and took hold of her hand, palm up. He
kissed her there, and on her wrist, working slowly upwards. Between them, they
kissed and laved her upper body as she stood, moaning and gasping at the
sensations they aroused.
    Marc cupped her breast and suckled the nipple, tugging at it
with his teeth, absorbing the soft vanilla fragrance of her. He had a thing for
breasts, and would be content to spend hours playing with hers, but he noticed
Brad had dropped to his knees and was working over her lower abdomen.
    With a sigh and one last pinch of her flesh, Marc moved
behind Lori and kissed the small of her back. She wriggled as if startled. He
grabbed her hips. “Easy, woman. You weren’t told to move.”
    “I’m sorry, Master. I will try.”
    “No,” Brad said. “You will remain still.”
    She sighed. “Yes, Master C.”
    Marc grinned and went back to work, nipping her round butt
cheeks. He grasped one in each hand and squeezed, loving the feeling. Even when
she clenched her muscles there was enough meat to hold on to. He spread them
and watched her anus twitch. Licking down one side of her cleft, he circled the
puckered skin with the tip of his