Master Eddie’s Sub (Club Alegria #2)
Marina held tight to Eddie’s hand
as he led her through the club. They’d been scening in private for several
months, and this was to be her public debut. The place was huge, so large that
it made her feel like less of an exhibitionist. People might stop to watch, but
so much was going on that a larger crowd wouldn’t gather. Both she and Eddie
were relatively new to the lifestyle, and he’d only recently accepted her as
his sub. She put her hand to her neck and traced the tip of her finger along
the play collar he’d put on her before they’d left her apartment.
Eddie stopped in front of a
spanking bench, and Marina shivered. Eddie had one of those in his home
dungeon. He’d put her on it several times, enough for it to become clear to
both of them that impact play could only be a punishment.
He pulled her closer and slung his
arm around her, settling his hand on her opposite hip. She liked how he made
her feel small and protected. He kissed her cheek. “I want you to watch this,
Marina. You’ve met Master Carlos before, but you haven’t met his sub,
Catherine.”
Master Carlos had supervised a few
of their scenes when Marina had first begun seeing Eddie, and Marina knew he’d
play a part in their first public scene tonight. Marina peered up at Eddie,
taking in the way his black lashes cast shadows on his high cheekbones. She was
fascinated by the sharp planes of his face and the smoothness of his darkly
tanned skin. He towered over her, and his lithe build hid surprising strength.
He was in the habit of scooping her up in his arms whenever he felt the urge.
She loved to nestle her head against his shoulder and give herself over to his
tender care. If she wasn’t careful, she was going to fall head-over-feet for
him.
She snuggled into his embrace and
watched the scene unfolding before her. Already a sizeable crowd had gathered.
Marina chalked it up to the fact that Carlos was widely respected member of the
club. He’d mentored several doms here, and her own Sir held Carlos in the
highest regard.
Master Carlos secured Catherine to
a padded spanking bench. She wore a lacy thong and a half corset that pushed
her large breasts up to spill over the top. He checked the points of restraint,
bending to speak quietly to her. Then, without warning, he reached underneath
and grasped her nipple, pulling and twisting it viciously. Catherine cried out.
“Son of a bitch! They don’t come off!”
Marina gasped and looked to Eddie.
She’d never once talked back to him, not even when he’d paddled her for ten
minutes straight.
He grinned. “Catherine is a SAM, a
smart-ass masochist. She taunts Carlos, pushing him to punish her longer,
faster, or harder.”
“He doesn’t get mad and release
her?”
“Nope. He wouldn’t change her for
the world.”
“What about you?” Marina knew that
Eddie had dominated Catherine with Master Carlos, and that he’d participated in
threesomes with them as part of a scene. “Do you like that about her?”
Eddie chuckled. “She only smarts
off to Carlos. I think they’d both consider it cheating if she were mouthy with
another Dom. She’s never been disrespectful to me, though when I was first
learning, she had no trouble telling me to put more force into my swing. You’ll
like her. She’s actually very nice.”
Marina wasn’t sure if she had a
right to feel faint pangs of jealousy over people who’d known her Sir longer
than she had—especially anybody who had experienced his tender lovemaking.
“Marina,” he nibbled her earlobe, a
warning bite. “Tonight we’re going to invite them into our scene. You need to
speak up if that’s not what you want.”
She wanted what he wanted, but
saying so seemed like lip service. Showing him, on the other hand, would prove
that she wanted nothing more than to please him. “I’m excited for our scene,
but I’m terribly nervous. I’ve never done any of these things with