She knew it too, he realized, watching her relax, muscle by muscle, as she worked him. He glanced and saw the other girls had been sent to fetch more drinks. Deborah still hadn’t come. Hell, she didn’t even look very excited. He frowned. She’d been a mistake, and he’d read her completely wrong, not something he did often.

New to the club, she’d seemed pretty much to his taste. He preferred big women, ones he didn’t have to worry about squashing, and she’d played the part of a submissive quite well. If he’d taken her at the club, or even spent a little time with her, he’d have seen it was an act.

Anxiety evidently conquered, Beth started sucking hard, yanking his attention back to her actions. Damn nice. Cullen tangled his hand in her hair and held her head firmly enough that she felt controlled. The pink of arousal rose into her cheeks. Unlike Deborah, Beth was submissive to the bone.

Deborah, however, liked pain for pain’s sake. He’d give her what she needed today, but that would be the end of it. He knew a couple sadists at the Shadowlands, and he’d make sure they met her.

Just as he was getting into his blowjob, Deborah arrived, beer in her hand, looking very self-satisfied. First to arrive, no spills. All right then, he’d reward her…

He looked down at Nolan’s pretty redhead. She’d gotten him damned close to the edge and was really challenging his control. Nolan was a lucky bastard. Beth might be full of anxieties and hang-ups, but she was a sweetheart. He tugged on her hair, “You’re done now, love.”

She drew back, frowned at his cock. “You didn’t—”

“Time’s up.” He picked up the switch. “Bend over, and I’ll give you your punishment for being last. Then Master Nolan can deal with you spilling my drink.”

Worry flashed in her eyes, and he almost grinned. He’d been very easy on her with the spanking, not wanting to unleash buried fears. But Nolan would know exactly how far he could press his sub, and his hand might not be nearly as light. “Bend and hold your ankles.”

When she complied, he gave her a stinging flick of the switch on her upper thigh, placed low enough that Nolan could swat it if he wanted, but out of the way if he didn’t.

She didn’t let out a sound. “Good girl. Give me a kiss as a thank you, and then go to your master.”

As he took her lips, her mouth was soft, swollen from sucking on him, and tentative. He took the kiss deeper, far enough to see that she enjoyed his touch. If he ever found himself a more permanent sub, maybe he’d talk Nolan into playing some games.

He drew back, smiled at her confused look, and pushed her toward Nolan. Then he looked up at Deborah. “You did well and came in first with no spills.”

Her smile was almost smug.

His was too. “So let me reward you.” He swung the switch back and forth and listened to it whistle in the air. Her eyes fixed on it, her expression avid as a dog sighting a meaty bone. “Bend over, grab your cheeks, and hold them open.”

Kari had already left when Beth stopped in front of Master Nolan. When he raised his eyebrows, she didn’t even consider lying. “Master Cullen said for you to s-spank me.”

His mouth curved in a faint, hard smile, one that made her heart give a throb and her pussy dampen. Just from his smile. “I can think of nothing I’d enjoy more,” he said softly and patted his knees.

Oh, God, her butt was still tender from Cullen’s spanking even though he hadn’t hit her that badly. But her skin was sensitive…one of the reasons Kyler liked to—

“What was that thought?” Sir asked, stopping her as she bent.

“Noth—”

He gave her that look of displeasure.

“Ky—uh, that bastard liked my skin because it marked up nicely.”

A glint of anger, his lips flattened, and then Sir shook his head at her. “I’m not into permanent marks, sugar, but I think you’ll find pink is a nice…hot…color,” he said easily.

There was something in his face, like he meant more than just color. He moved his legs apart, drawing her down over just his left leg. Ruthlessly, he shifted her until her butt pointed into the air. He put his right leg over the top of one of her ankles. Sir pushed her thighs apart, opening her. Her clit chain rubbed against his leg, the clamp sending painful, fiery jolts through her every time she moved. At least the damned vibe was off.

And then it suddenly came to life, and the powerful, surging vibrations almost sent her over. She stiffened, forcing the climax back. His fingers ran through her wet folds, adding to the sensation building inside her.

“Sir!”

“Be silent, sub. You don’t have permission to speak,” he said, his tone absentminded. His fingers slid over the top of her clit, over the nub just below the clamp, and she moaned as the need in her grew, as her body tightened. When he moved his hand away, leaving her on the edge, she whimpered.

And then he spanked her with stinging blows, leaving just enough time for the sting to dissipate before the next. One cheek, the other, back and forth. As each slap made her move and jostle the clamp, fire shot through her clit and her pussy, and suddenly she was screaming, writhing on his knee as she came, over and over and over.

When the vibrator switched off, she just lay over his knee, limp and exhausted. Panting. Her body twitched. Her bottom stung. He rubbed a finger against the mark where Cullen had switched her, and her pussy spasmed again. She moaned.

“Now, don’t you think pink can be hot?” he murmured, amusement in his voice.

“That sounded rather nice.” Dan’s voice. “You know, I’m very thirsty. Kari, bring me two of my cups of water and run back this time.”

“Sir. If I run—”

“Go now.”

A definite whine came from Dan’s sub.

Beth realized her bottom was up in the air. She moved and received a slap on her burning bottom that made her hiss.

“Doms. At this point, you may finish the game in any way you want,” Nolan said. “I’ll start the barbeque in a while, and we’ll eat.”

“No hurry,” Dan said. “I think Kari just spilled one of my drinks.”

Cullen didn’t answer, but Beth could hear the sound of a switch hitting flesh and gasps from Deborah.

Sir lifted Beth up, setting her on her feet. “Spread your legs, sugar.” She looked at him suspiciously, but widened her stance. He removed the remote from her waist and slipped the vibrator out of her; the feel of his hands made her pussy clench.

Picking up her towel, he took her hand and led her to the shallow end of the pool. He dropped the towel on the edge. “Sit right there, Beth.” After stripping off his jeans, he jumped into the pool with a splash. The surface of the water rippled against his balls, just below a massive erection. She couldn’t seem to take her eyes from his cock. It looked different in the daylight. Huge, with the skin stretched and the veins bulging. He applied a condom, and somehow it looked even bigger.

He was going to take her now, she knew, and yet her fear had disappeared. Only anticipation remained. She smiled at him.

“Well”—cupping her face between his hands, he kissed her lightly—“that is just the look I’ve been wanting to see.” He kissed her again, then said, “Lie back now.”

When she did, he gripped her hips and pulled her to the edge of the pool so her legs dangled down on each side of him, her feet splashing in the cool water. Her buttocks were right on the edge.

“Now’s the hard part. Prepare yourself,” he murmured. She looked at him in confusion until his hand grasped her left breast. He removed the nipple clamp.

The rush of blood to the area was agonizing, much worse than when it had gone on. She hissed through her teeth, pressing her hands over the pain.

He took her wrists, raised them over her head, and locked the cuffs together. “Leave them there.” His eyes were dark, his face flushed with heat and hunger. Holding her wrists with one hand, he took her breast in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the aching nipple, making it throb. Making her throb. She whimpered.

He removed the other clamp, held her wrists until the fiery pain subsided, and then licked over that nipple. The stroking of his tongue against the tender flesh hurt yet was incredibly exciting. Her pussy began to burn. How could he possibly arouse her again?

Her breasts were jutting points when he finished, and her body tense. “Are you ready?” he asked, and she didn’t know what he meant until she felt his hands touch her clit and realized he was going to—

“No!”

He chuckled. “Oh, yes.” He opened the clit clamp and slid it off, then held her hips down as she moaned. The blood surged back into her clit, filling it, engorging it until the swelling was unbearable. Her leg muscles quivered as she tried to move. And then his mouth was there, his tongue circling the unbearably sensitive nub, and she screamed as his tongue flickered over it, the fever he created increasing the burning pain.

He stood upright, looked at her with those unreadable eyes, and smiled slowly.

Now wasn’t she a sight to warm the heart of a Dom? Nolan thought. Eyes glazed, face flushed. Half panting, half moaning. Her nipples were erect and red as the crimson roses in Z’s gardens. He caught the faint fragrance of strawberries and lemon when he bent to kiss her stomach. After running his hands down her hips, he opened her labia to expose her clit further. Unhooded, glistening, the deep color of the nub matched her nipples, and the scent of her passion surrounded him, the taste lingering on his lips. “Yes, I think you’re ready. Don’t you?”