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  At the force of her orgasm, he felt his own balls tighten. She would have to be punished for cumming again without permission. Maybe he would let it slide just once. "Jesus, Skye, I'm cumming!" He moaned, kissing her neck and exploding hot male milk into the condom.

  "Thank you, Elijah," she whispered.

  Elijah walked back to the bed after disposing of the condom and held her close, her body still trembling in pleasure. Soft touches from him slowly relaxed her. He pulled her up into his arms and held her slowly as she fell asleep.

  Chapter 5

  Two Weeks Later…

  "I want us to talk a bit, Skye. Come here."

  Skye followed him and knelt at his feet and then moved in between his legs and laid her head across his knee. "What did you want to talk about?"

  "You. I want to know all about you. Your goals, dreams, fears. I want to know what makes you tick."

  Skye giggled. "There isn't much to know about me to be honest, Sir. I was a straight A student in high school. I went to a small community college when I graduated for some computer classes, but I majored in Fine Arts. I'm a photographer, Sir. A children's photographer."

  "How interesting. Do you have a website?"

  Skye blushed. "It's celyseblack.com but it hasn't been updated in a couple weeks."

  Elijah nodded in understanding as he rose quickly to find the laptop. He typed in her name in the search engine and sure enough, it was she and all her photography. He clicked the website and his jaw dropped. "These are beautiful, Skye. You captured so much emotion, so much beauty in these children's eyes."

  "Thank you, Sir." She felt her cheeks getting hot. She hadn't shown anyone her work before, except for her parents and potential clients. "It's my goal one day to open up my own studio…" She trailed off with a small hopeful sigh. "I graduated with my Bachelor of Fine Arts a few months ago."

  "Wow. How long did that take you?"

  "A long time." She laughed.

  Elijah smiled. It was nice seeing her personality, her laughter was contagious. "Tell me something else about yourself."

  "What would you like to know?"

  "What about how you got into this lifestyle. A smart college school girl like you should be far, far away from someone like me."

  Skye felt a pain in her heart. She couldn't imagine not being with him. He had already changed her life in so many ways. "Well, it started with my first boyfriend. He didn't really want to touch me—he wasn't into foreplay—instead, he liked to watch porn and jack himself off until he was as hard as he could be and then he would, uhh, tell me to turn around and just have sex with me."

  "That doesn't sound very pleasurable for you at all."

  "It wasn't," she replied dryly. "It was a rarity for me to be wet and when I was wet, it was because I was imagining other things."

  "Things like what?"

  "Like actually touching me, putting his fingers inside of me… or pinching my nipples just a little harder, biting my neck, spanking me…" Her face flushed at her last fantasy but he ignored it.

  Elijah chuckled. "Didn't happen huh?"

  Skye groaned frustrated. "He would become angry that I wasn't wet and just use lube."

  Elijah sighed. "Sounds like a bastard."

  "Yea, pretty much."

  "You weren't with him too long I hope."

  Skye shook her head. "Only a month or so. My next boyfriend was kinkier, and used to tie me up. But he used this awful rope from the home improvement store and it gave me a rash for a week afterwards. Needless to say, I didn't see him anymore after that."

  "So…" Elijah was eager to learn more about her.

  Skye sighed, her blush deepening. "Well, I liked being tied up, the idea just…" She trailed off as a shudder went through her. "…It makes me wet to have someone else be in so much control over me. So I decided to research girls being tied up, and that opened my eyes to the world of BDSM. I spent all of my free time researching and learning different things about it. The videos online were so scary and awful, especially when it came to the cane or whipping. I visited some of the local clubs in my area but nothing really 'fit' me."

  Elijah nodded, urging her to continue.

  "I went to Club Sapphire, where Master Steve works and there was one Dom there, I think his name was Chad. Do you know him?"

  Elijah shook his head.

  "Well, anyway, he had the girl on a cross and was using the flogger on her and watching it turned me on. I couldn't help it; by the end of their session, I was soaking wet. Seeing it in person was so different than online."

  "Yes. It is."

  Skye felt her heart slamming in her chest. "I guess Master Steve saw my reaction and knew that you would be the one to help me."

  Elijah laughed. "You're the shy voyeur that he always spoke about. He said a sexy girl always comes to watch but never stays to play."

  Skye smiled. "That's me."

  Elijah looked at her for a long while. "What do you say we go replay some of those details you were thinking about?"

  Skye blushed. "I think that's okay."

  Elijah laughed, tugged her up and led her to the playroom.

  Chapter 6

  It had been three months. Three wonderful months and everything was perfect, well except for her growing fear that something was horribly wrong with Elijah.

  After he led her into the car, he faced her. "Now, Skye, when we arrive at Club Sapphire, you will be in the care of Master Steve and you must obey him all day until I come back and pick you up."

  "Yes, Sir." She looked down.

  "Look at me."

  Her eyes snapped up to meet his.

  "Also, my sweet sub, no matter what happens, you are not allowed to come. Is that understood?" His gaze bore into her until she shivered.

  "Yes, Sir," she whispered softly as her eyes looked back to the ground. She hated when she wasn't allowed to come. They hadn't practiced it a lot and she did need more practice, she couldn't control her desires yet. She couldn't control herself.

  "I fully expect you to be aware of your safe words and use them today if needed."

  Skye gulped wondering what exactly they had planned out that made him say that. "Yes, Sir."

  The rest of the ride was quiet. Elijah didn't even ask her to suck him or anything, and he just remained quiet and told her not to speak. It was weird. She didn't know where he was going; all she knew was that he was getting rid of her for a few hours under the guise of going to the club alone. Skye sighed softly. She had an idea of where he was going but she would never mention it aloud—the doctor. His little blemish had grown larger, it looked to be about an inch bigger and it was growing outward not inward. It scared her and, anytime in the past, she had asked about it, he dismissed it coldly.

  Suddenly, she was pulled from her reverie and he said. "Let's go. We are here." He helped his sub out of the car and into the club. They easily walked past the receptionist at the front since everyone knew Elijah. "Today you will wear a blue cuff which means you're owned but open and available for play. I've given the masters here your checklist and everyone abides by the safe words you know. You will be tested and pushed, Skye." Elijah sighed and took a breath. He hated being so firm with her. She was so innocent and pure—just like an angel.

  He looked into her eyes. "Your safe words, Skye. What are they?"

  "Yellow if something needs to slow down and red means stop completely."

  "Yes." Elijah pulled her body close, and kissed her hard and rough leaving her breathless. "What is your personal safe word?"

  "Flowers."

  "Good girl. I won't be gone for more than a few hours. Ah. Steve." Elijah greeted his friend. "I assume there will be no trouble?"

  "No trouble, Elijah. Go. Skye will be safe with me."

  Upon hearing Steve's words, Elijah turned on his heels and walked out of the club.

  Skye quickly turned to Master Steve with watery eyes. "If you knew something bad was happening with him… you would tell me right?"
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br />   Steve sighed and wrapped his arm around the young girl. "I would if I could, sweet Skye. He is a very secretive man, but he's more open with you then I've ever seen him before so keep that up." Steve knew she cared for Elijah but was she really in it for the long haul? Did she really want to be collared by him and become his full time submissive? Would she call him Master? He knew he had to keep her occupied and changed the subject to keep her mind from wandering.

  "Come on. Let's get you some cuffs. Elijah said you were open for play." He led her through the small hallway until they came across a table with different colored cuffs on them. "These go on your wrists and it lets the others in the club know your status." He helped her lock the cuffs onto her wrists and then led her into the main room. There were multiple subs with their masters scattered along the room. "Is there something you want to watch, Skye?" Steve whispered into her ear and he chuckled at the young girl's shiver. "I have your list and I know about your denial rule."

  "Great," Skye murmured sarcastically.

  Steve arched a brow with a slight smile on his face. "What?"

  "Nothing, Sir," she whispered with her head bowed. "Sorry, Sir."

  "What's wrong, Skye?" Steve asked seeing her miserable face. "This can't be just from the denial rule."

  Skye shook her head. "I-I don't want to do anything else with the other masters here. I just want him."

  Steve frowned softly. What was with her? Most submissive girls would do anything to be at the mercy of the most talented Doms and yet here she was missing her own. "Okay, how about if it's just you and me?"

  Skye looked up and sighed. She knew she couldn't just stay in the club and do nothing.

  "Yes, Sir. I would like that better."

  Steve smiled. "Good Girl. Strip for me."

  Skye pulled off her clothing, blushing like a schoolgirl, but she did it.

  Steve led her over to the St. Andrew's Cross. "This is just to support you so you don't fall. I know your hard limits, don't worry. Stand up facing me. Yes, good girl." He buckled her arm cuffs and then cuffed her ankles. "Color?"

  "Green, Sir."

  Steve smiled. "Good. Just relax, sweet Skye. You are way too tense." He began to rub her body sensually, rubbing her shoulders, her arms, upper chest area, making his way down to her stomach, her legs. He gave her a sensual massage without actually touching the parts she wanted him to until she was finally relaxed.

  Steve grinned as he fingered a pair of nipple clamps. He rubbed his fingers over her right breast and then leaned in close and suckled on the nipple, biting on it, licking it until it became hard as a diamond and she was moaning. Steve looked at her. "Take a deep breath for me, Skye." When she inhaled, he placed the clamp on her nipple and she let out a short squeal. "Breathe through the pain, Skye. It's okay." He didn't touch her for a moment until she relaxed once more. "Good girl. Take another deep breath for me."

  Her breathing increased with fear of the next clamp. "Aw. It's not that bad," Steve cooed. He knew that the clamps were a soft limit of hers and Elijah had asked him to help her learn to adjust to them. Steve leaned down and kissed her neck. "You're a good girl, Skye. I'm so proud of you." He kissed her hard on the mouth and, just as Skye was giving into the kiss, he clamped on the second clamp causing her to gasp aloud. "There we go," Steve told her with a smile. "Keep breathing; they will feel good in a minute."

  Sure enough, she began to like it. It was like Elijah biting her nipples hard without stopping and it gave her a rush.

  Steve put his hand between her legs and chuckled. "You like the clamps don't you?"

  "Yes, Sir." Skye blushed brightly. She didn't know why they were a soft limit for her—well they sure wouldn't be anymore. Steve flicked the clamps causing Skye to let out a long wail, "Oh god!"

  "'Actually, my name is Steve." He teased her but quickly shoved two fingers into her pussy and she screamed.

  "Atta girl," Steve cooed. With his other hand, he pulled something else from his toy bag and kept it from her view. "If you like the clamps, let's see how you do with this." Seconds later something sharp bit into her clit, jerking her body forward making her shout out loud. Just as she thought she was used to the new invasion, it began to vibrate, right on her clit, the strong vibrations caused her to tremble and jerk as he moved his fingers in and out of her relentlessly. "A clit clamp—effective isn't it?" he teased.

  Pleasure spiked through her so fast that it scared her. She had no control and she needed to have it. "Stop! Please stop!" She cried out as her body trembled helplessly with the confusion. Pleasure or Pain? Her nipples hurt, her clit hurt—but they both felt so good. She was soaking wet and they both knew it.

  The pleasure had grown beyond her control. "Please, Sir! Ahhh! I can't!" She was teetering on the edge of orgasm. Steve had stopped moving his fingers and was now just flicking at the nipple clamps while the clitoral clamp continued to stimulate her. There was no stopping it. She had to try. "Please Stop! I'm gonna…" She quickly thought about a naked old man and his saggy balls but it did nothing to curb her orgasm. She thought about Oprah and it did little to help. She thought about science and math but nothing worked. She had to stop; she couldn't come. She couldn't disobey him. "Please, Sir!" She pleaded. She had no control. The buildup was coming and she couldn't stop it. It wasn't that Elijah hadn't trained her, it was more that Elijah didn't train her yet. There was no doubt that Steve would tell him all about her failure—she couldn't fail.

  "Red! Please Red! Red!" she cried out helplessly as she jerked in her bonds.

  A look of shock appeared on Steve's face but he stopped the vibrations instantly and went to her side. "You're okay, Skye. It's over."

  Tears were streaming down her cheeks. She wasn't aware that he had stopped the vibrations. "I can't! I can't! Please don't make me…"

  "Hey, you're okay. It's okay, Skye. It's okay. I'm going to take the clamps off."

  "No!" Skye jerked her head up. She knew that adding any more pressure to the clamped areas would set her off. She was that close to the edge.

  Master Steve put his arm on her shoulder. "What's wrong, Skye? You gotta talk to me."

  "I…" She took a deep breath. "He told me not to come… I can't control it. It was too much." Another tear fell down her cheek. "I don't want to disappoint him. I can't fail him."

  "Oh, sweet girl." Steve ran his fingers in her damp hair and over her shivering body.

  "He told me that I would have to use my safe word—that I would be tested—I can't fail him, Sir! I can't!"

  Steve smiled. "It's okay, Skye. We are done. He will be so pleased." He gently massaged her arms and released the cuffs, holding her steady until he led her over to one of the couches. He waved off the security guard that had come to help her. He needed to calm her down before he dealt with them. "I have to remove the clamps now."

  Skye nodded. "Yes, Sir." Her body had relaxed now and she wasn't on the edge anymore. She didn't want to fail. The first clamp he removed was the clitoral clamp. Her body jerked hard with a long moan as his soothing fingers went to work right after it so the pain of the blood rush wouldn't hurt. He looked up into her eyes. "You're okay," he told her softly as he looked to her nipples. He quickly removed the left clamp and instantly suckled the hard nipple into his mouth to soothe the sore tip. Seconds after, he did the same thing to the right one. He pulled the trembling girl into his arms and covered her with a blanket. "You're such a good girl, Skye. I know Elijah will be so proud. I hadn't expected you to use your safe word."

  Skye hiccupped softly. "I'm so sorry—I can't control it—we only did it once and it ended up being more of an orgasming session than orgasm control."

  Steve laughed. "Well, you did the right thing." He looked over to one of the club subs. "Tracey, bring me some water and chocolate from the fridge."

  "Yes, Sir."

  Skye snuggled softly into the safe embrace of Master Steve before the young girl came back with water and chocolate.

  "Thank you."


  "You're welcome, Sir." The girl bowed and quickly left. "Here, have some water." He gave the small bottle to Skye and watched as she drank it down greedily. "Good girl." He gave her the chocolate and watched her eat.

  "Thank you, Sir."

  "It's part of the Master's job to do a good aftercare."

  Skye nodded. Elijah had always taken care of her whenever they did a scene. "Yes, Sir."

  Minutes had turned into hours before they finally heard the front door open.

  Skye looked to the door.

  "That's him, Skye. No one else would be here after hours," Steve told her with a small smile.

  She didn't need to hear anymore. She was out of his lap in a heartbeat. "Master!" she cried happily, as she ran into his arms like a child embracing a parent upon returning home from work.

  Elijah couldn't deny the fire that ignited inside of him. She had finally called him Master. "Missed me did you?" he teased as he held her naked body to him tightly. He quickly pulled off his coat and gave it to her to cover herself with. "How did it go, Steve?" he asked as the other Master walked into the room.

  Steve glanced down at Skye who looked up at him with a worried expression. "It was fine, Elijah. She was splendid." He saw Skye smile and then he looked up at Elijah.

  "Nothing happened I need to worry about?"

  Steve shook his head. "No. She obeyed your orders to the tee. She didn't come even though I tried my best."

  "She can't control it yet; you didn't back off did you?"

  "No. I almost had her too—she was so close, milliseconds from tumbling over but then she used her safe word and stopped me. She is so devoted to you—so determined not to fail you, that she said 'red' to escape the pleasure."

  Elijah didn't say anything.

  Steve looked down at Skye. "She also learned a fondness for the nipple clamps."

  Elijah laughed. "I'm so happy to hear that."

  "I gave her a bite of the clit clamp too but she said she didn't like that one as much."