Mastering a Sinner (11 page)

“Take off everything. I want to see you properly.” The man sat on the front of his desk. “And take your time. I wish to enjoy it.”

When he was naked, Alistair put his hands behind his head again, hiding nothing, allowing his companion to walk around him and look his fill.

“You have a nice big cock and an elegant body, Maclean.” He held up a small bottle. “Hold your position while I oil your skin.”

Despite himself, Alistair’s muscles quivered and flexed as his back and shoulders and chest were rubbed with the sweet-smelling oil. Rivulets ran down over his stomach and followed the curve of his muscle to his groin and between his arse cheeks.

His flesh quivered as the man worked the oil lower, into his thighs and buttocks until his cock was dripping too, but not with oil.

“Does your mistress punish you for getting wet when another person is touching you?”

“I—don’t know, sir.”

“Because you are wet, aren’t you?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Despite not liking a man’s touch.”

It wasn’t a direct question, so Alistair didn’t have to answer it. He flinched as the man cupped his buttock.

“Perhaps you need to be better controlled.” His oiled fingers slid around Alistair’s hip and beneath the buckle of the cock harness. “Tighter, I think.”

Alistair fought a groan as the buckles were tightened around the base of his cock, which was now fully erect and likely to stay that way as there was nowhere for the blood pumping through it to go.

His companion traced a lazy finger around Alistair’s cock, ending at the crown where pre-cum continued to gather. Using his fingernail, he rubbed a delicate path around the slit.

“There is a way to try and prevent this from dripping. Let me see if I still have the necessary equipment.”

He moved over to the desk and rummaged in the drawer for a moment. “Ah, yes. Here we are.”

He returned to Alistair and showed him what was in his hand. “It’s like a coiled hat pin, except the spherical end goes in your slit and the curled wire twists around your shaft and is attached to the rest of the cock ring.” He studied Alistair’s cock. “Don’t come, or I will have to punish you. But do watch. I don’t want you to miss anything.”

Alistair forced his head lower and watched in trepidation as the man expertly wound the thin silver wire around his cock and then bent the rounded head and eased it into the slit of his crown.

“It certainly stems the flow a little, doesn’t it?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Now for the rest of it. Kneel down.”

Alistair obeyed, his gaze still on the silver fastening around his shaft and the cold touch of the silver-headed pin against the heat of his throbbing cock.

“You like it, don’t you? Perhaps you should speak to Lady Theale about getting you permanently pierced down there. My wife enjoys the sensation immeasurably.”

His companion chuckled, and he took a chair in front of Alistair. “I will forgive the question. Perhaps when you are reunited with Lady Theale you will be given the opportunity to see my piercing for yourself at close range. Do you suck cock?”

“I will do whatever my lady orders me to do, sir.”

His breath hissed out as the man grabbed hold of the leather cock harness and twisted. “That’s not an answer.”

“I try not to suck cock, sir.”

“But you would if your lady ordered you to do so.”

“Yes, sir, but—”

“But what, Maclean?”

“She promised me that I wouldn’t have to do it.”

“No, Maclean, she
promised
that she wouldn’t allow any man to fuck you. She was quite clear on this point. If I wanted you to take my cock out and suck it right now, what would you do?”

“I’d suck it, sir.”

The man released his punishing grip on Alistair’s straining shaft. “Good.”

He stepped away, and Alistair braced himself, but all that happened was that a leather collar was buckled around his throat.

“We’ve almost made you presentable, Maclean, but not quite. You need a leash.”

The leash the man chose was narrow and supple and fell to the ground.

“Are you ready? Your appearance is eagerly awaited in the drawing room.”

11

A
listair had no choice but to obey the yank on his leash and follow his captor into the dining room. He steadied himself, but nothing could lessen the shock of being naked, collared, and stared at by three pairs of eyes, only one of which he knew. Even in the pleasure house, he had been the one to choose his lovers and allow himself to be used. Here it was a different matter. His glance slid to Diana Theale, but she wasn’t smiling at him. In truth, she looked almost as apprehensive as he felt. Did she think he would let her down?

It was highly likely.

Without being asked, Alistair lowered his gaze to the carpet and stood still, his hands at his side, his cock throbbing along with his raised heartbeat.

“Oh, Diana. What a prize.”

The only other woman stood up and came to gaze at Alistair. From what he could see from his limited vision, she was older than him and richly dressed in blue satin and lace. Her ungloved hand curved over his buttock, lingering on the leather harness and tracing the curve of his hip.

“He’s quite beautiful, Blaize.”

The unknown man came to study him too. He stood quietly as they stroked and caressed his oiled skin, sending shivers of awareness over his body.

“I take it from the phallus in his arse that he isn’t available to fuck?” the man dressed in uniform asked.

“No, he isn’t.” Diana answered and Alistair wanted to kiss her feet. “His arse is mine.”

His captor dropped the leash. “Perhaps you might wish to go to your mistress.”

“If she wishes me to do so,” Alistair said quietly.

“Oh, he’s a Scot!” The lady clapped her hands.

Alistair waited until Diana nodded. “You may come and kneel at my feet, Mr. Maclean.”

He walked across the carpet, aware that everyone was watching him, and came down on his knees in front of Diana. He bent to kiss her feet.

“My lady.”

She tugged on his collar. “Stand up again for a moment.”

He struggled to his feet and waited as she touched the silver wire wrapped around his cock.

“It’s supposed to stop him getting wet. Do you wish me to position the head deeper and wind the coils tighter?”

“No, I quite like to see him like this.” Diana smiled up at the dark-haired man. “He hates not being in control of everything, and this is deliciously messy.”

“If he was mine, I’d have another slave kneeling in front of him, probably a man, licking it up.”

“I should imagine you would. But you were always the most cruelly inventive man I ever met, and not all of us have a legion of slaves begging to do our will.”

“If that doesn’t appeal, you could beat it out of him. Make every drop spilled without your consent a lash of the whip?” Alistair shuddered as the dark-haired man stroked a hand down over his back and arse. “Even better, I could arrange for him to suffer both. One licking him, and one punishing him.”

“I’d lick him,” the officer said. “It would be just like old times.”

“And I’d take care of the whipping.”

“It’s very kind of you both to offer, my lord, Captain, but I prefer him wet.”

“As you wish, my lady, but you are depriving yourself of a very entertaining evening.”

Diana wrapped a hand around Alistair’s straining cock and brought him back down onto his knees. “I’m sure there are many other ways he can please us tonight.”

“I damn well hope so. My wife rarely allows me to visit the city anymore, so I have to enjoy my illicit and filthy pleasures while I can.”

“It’s not that you may not
visit
London, my lord, it is more that you have to bring me with you so that I can enjoy your filthy pleasures too.”

“Yes, my love. I am aware of that.”

The butler appeared at the door. “Dinner is served, my lord, my lady.”

“Thank you.” The woman who had just spoken rose to her feet. “Shall we proceed? We’re eating in the small dining room.”

Diana stood and Alistair waited until she tugged on his leash and brought him to his feet as well. When they reached the candlelit dining room, she made him kneel beside her chair and fed him from her own plate. For the first time since he’d arrived at the mansion, shielded from the others’ gazes, Alistair was able to relax a little. His cock ached and he wanted to come, but he was used to that. He’d wait until she let him come. He had his pride.

The lord and lady of the house were an interesting couple, and their other guest seemed very familiar with them both. He had a sense that even though Diana had vetoed the idea of him being licked and whipped for daring to get wet, his evening wasn’t quite over yet.

 

Diana enjoyed the meal more than she had anticipated. Having Alistair McNeal, naked, collared, and oiled, kneeling at her feet accepting the food she offered him, was immensely satisfying. She knew her hosts would have further plans for her slave, but so far he had tried hard to please her.

At the end of the meal, Lady Jane rose and smiled at Diana. “Shall we leave the men to their port?”

She glanced down at Alistair, who had gone still. “Do you wish me to leave Mr. Maclean with you, my lord, or shall I take him with me?”

“Leave him here. Wesley and I can entertain him for a while.”

She almost changed her mind as Alistair wrapped a hand around her ankle. But he had to learn when to submit, and if anyone could help teach him that, it would be Blaize Minshom. She spoke in an undertone that only Alistair could hear.

“Let me go, Mr. Maclean, or I’ll send you home. It is my will that you accept what is done to you.
My
will, not yours. Do you understand?”

His hand disappeared, and he resumed his position, his gaze on the carpet.

“Yes, my lady.”

“Good, then I will see you later in the drawing room.”

 

Alistair remained kneeling as the voices of the two women receded down the hall and the door was shut.

“Well. What shall we do with him, Thomas? Do you have any ideas?”

The soldier chuckled. “I usually leave that to you, Minshom. You, after all, are the master.”

The name struck a horrible chord in Alistair’s memory. Was this Lord Blaize Minshom, a man whose reputation at the pleasure house for debauchery was legendary?

“Stand up, Maclean.”

He stood because there was something in Minshom’s voice that made him want to obey.

“Come here into the light where Thomas and I can see you properly. That’s better.” Minshom glanced over at the army officer. “I don’t think you’ve been formally introduced. This is Major Lord Thomas Wesley, my wife and my lover. Sit on the edge of the table, Maclean, grip the edge, and spread your knees wide.”

Alistair did what he was told, his breath hissing out as the phallus in his arse came into contact with the hard surface. His cock thrust outward, constrained by the leather straps.

Thomas stepped forward and pinched Alistair’s nipple hard. “He’s close to coming.” He trailed a finger down over Alistair’s tight stomach and rested it on the very tip of his cock. “Shall I make him?”

“No—I . . .” Alistair cleared his throat. “I promised Lady Theale that I wouldn’t—” He gasped as Thomas pressed his thumb down hard over the pin inserted in his slit. “God—”

Minshom walked over to the door and opened it to speak to a footman stationed on the other side. “Jones? Will you go and find Lady Theale, please, and ask her to join us for a minute? Thank you.”

Thomas kept his finger on Alistair’s cock as if waiting for permission to proceed. It seemed to take forever for Diana to appear in the doorway.

“What is it?”

“Maclean says he isn’t allowed to come without your permission.”

“That is correct.” Her gaze dropped to Alistair’s cock and she licked her lips.

“If he is constrained like this in the harness for much longer, he might damage himself.”

She smiled right into Alistair’s eyes. “Then by all means use him as you will.”

“My lady—” Alistair couldn’t help himself. “I only want to come for you.”

The glance she gave him was eloquent with disappointment and dismissal.

Minshom smiled, and it was one of the most terrifying things Alistair had ever seen. “You should not have spoken. I’m surprised she didn’t punish you for that, but perhaps she thought leaving you with us was punishment enough? I hope you like sucking cock, Mr. Maclean, because I guarantee you are going to be an expert before the evening is out.”

Turning to Diana, Minshom bowed. “Will you take a seat, my lady, and observe?”

“I would be delighted to do so.”

She sat facing the table where Alistair was stretched out. Minshom found the leash attached to Alistair’s collar, brought it down over his stomach beneath his already trussed-up balls, and back up behind his neck. He held Alistair’s gaze as he slowly tightened the leash until Alistair had to push his palms down on the table as he raised his hips, frantic not to have his balls and cock put under any more strain.

“Ah . . .” He couldn’t stop a hiss of pain escaping.

“Thomas, kneel in front of me and lick Maclean’s cock, will you?”

It was torture; it was heaven, the cruel tug of the leather vying with the softness of Thomas’s tongue on his slick, heated flesh. And he used his tongue well, slipping into every crevice, stirring every hair and nerve in Alistair’s groin until he was groaning and begging for release.

“What do you want, Maclean?”

“I want . . . I
need
to come, I—”

“Even though your mistress isn’t touching you?” Minshom tightened the leash once more, and Alistair almost leapt off the table.

“Yes, God,
please . . .
”

“Stop licking him, Thomas. Maclean, put your hands behind your head and keep them there.” He slowly pushed Alistair back until he was flat on the table, only his legs hanging off the end.

Thomas stroked his thumb over Alistair’s cock. “I’ll suck him while he sucks me. I hope the table can hold us both.”

Minshom chuckled. “It can—do you remember last Christmas with Jane, when we all had each other after the plum pudding?”

Thomas climbed on the table and straddled Alistair’s head. “You’ll suck my cock.” He unbuttoned his trousers and freed his hard length. “Do it well.”

Alistair glimpsed Minshom standing between his legs at the end of the table and beyond him Diana. Then his view was cut off as Thomas lowered himself down over him, the head of his cock pushing at Alistair’s lips.

“Suck him, Maclean.”

He closed his eyes and did as he was told, aware of Minshom stroking his leather-encased cock in time to his sucking. Thomas pushed deeper, almost making Alistair gag, but he kept sucking because God, Minshom was touching him and very soon he was going to . . .

Thomas shoved his cock in one more time and started to come down Alistair’s throat. He took it all, the tight grip on his jaw keeping him just where Thomas wanted him.

“That was excellent. Shall we let him come now?”

“Not quite. Kneel up, Maclean, and turn around to face Thomas.”

It was a struggle to do as he was ordered when he felt like his cock was about to explode. Eventually he managed it and immediately put his hands behind his head. He sensed Minshom moving behind him, but kept his gaze lowered to the table and on Thomas’s unbuttoned trousers, where his cock was already stirring.

The gentle tap of a riding crop against his buttock made him quiver.

“You’ll use your mouth to make Thomas hard again while I administer the punishment I’m sure your mistress would mete out to you for coming without her permission. Isn’t that so, Lady Theale?”

“I have no objection, my lord.”

Thomas smiled. “He hasn’t actually come yet, Blaize.”

“He will when I beat him. Won’t you, Maclean? I want to see you lose control over your cock. I want to see your seed pumping out on your belly and dripping down your thighs. And then I want to let Lady Theale look at you.” He administered the first measured blow and it goddamn hurt, barely missing the leather harness. “Spread your legs wider, Maclean, and lean forward ready to take Thomas’s cock.”

Alistair flinched as the second stroke landed and then several more in quick succession. His sense of being on edge became so narrow and sharp that it shaded into something else entirely, and he began to anticipate each blow, to want to beg for it. To show his appreciation, he sucked lavishly at Thomas’s cock until it was hard again.

“Maclean?”

He went still, his mind already in the place where his pain and pleasure became one. His arse was throbbing along with his cock; and his mouth was full of Thomas’s shaft.

“Stop sucking.”

He moaned as Thomas removed his cock and Minshom yanked at his leash to make him turn around, forcing him to sit on the edge of the table again.

“Lean forward, Maclean, and suck my cock now.”

Alistair forced himself to bend, his stomach touching his engorged shaft, making him groan. Minshom’s cock felt different. It took Alistair a dazed minute to realize that his tongue was moving over a hard internal piercing that extended from the tip of Minshom’s cock down to the side of his foreskin, anchored in place with two silver pins. As his world narrowed to the sensations he was experiencing, he lost himself to the pleasure of exploration.

“Enough.” A hard yank on his hair had him protesting as Minshom thrust him away. “Your turn, Maclean. Lower your hands, wrap them around your shaft, and make yourself ready to come.”

It took a moment before the words sank in and he managed to obey.

“Harder, Maclean.” Minshom leaned forward and removed the silver pin from the center of Alistair’s slit and loosened the buckle at the root of his shaft. “Come now. Look at your mistress and make her proud of you.”

It only took two hard yanks to make him climax and keep climaxing as his long-imprisoned cock finally gained release. He groaned as he came, his hips jerking forward until he almost fell off the table. Only Thomas’s hands on his shoulders kept him sitting where Minshom had put him.