Jeweled Serpent: The Complete Collection Page 5

  Marta had entered the zone. Delirious, she moaned over Mason’s cock as he growled, “You’ll call me Master from now on, Bitch.”

  Pulling out of her, he slapped her face repeatedly with his cock before face fucking her once again. Feeling the gathering of an epic orgasm in her lower stomach, she moaned the entire time. Mason suddenly pulled out of her mouth, lowering her to the table.

  He leaned down and said, “Now you get to watch us.”

  Marta’s eyes widened when he pulled her from the table. Tessa removed the rope binding her before Mason headed for a cage. Marta suddenly found a boundary. She grabbed the bar, ready to fight, but he shook his head, “Time to teach you a lesson. I know you’re not trying to scream boundary on me.”

  Pushing her inside the cage, he secured her wrists to the corner so she couldn’t turn away before locking her inside. Turning to the others, he searched out Sandra and Kim. With a flick of his wrist, he directed Sandra to put her on the table. She jerked in shock and shook her head but her throaty tone betrayed her, “I’m not into any of this!”

  He barked a laugh, “Bullshit! According to my sources, you get off on watching power plays. How are you feeling now, my little backstabber?”

  Her jaw dropped as Tessa pulled her wrist down to bind her to the table. Not only was Kim a voyeur, she’d entered plenty of submissive roles. She’d discreetly watched her boss for a long time but now, it seemed the roles were reversed. He leaned down and uttered one word; the name of a bar she frequented for fuck buddies.

  He grinned as he stood up, “Both of you have been very busy. I think everyone in this room could benefit each other. Let’s discuss this further while we play, shall we?”

  At that, he turned to Jacob who stepped forward, “A few things you need to remember, Kim. Avert your eyes, only speak when told to, and call me Master. Tell me if you understand?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  She kept her gaze averted as he continued, “Both of you have many connections. I’m sure it will benefit every party involved to come to some sort of agreement.” His gaze roamed down her athletic body before he said, “Tell me, Kim…you enjoy a good wrestling match, don’t you?”

  Her eyes flew to his, boldly locking on as she repeated, “Yes, Master.”

  He grabbed her chin, “You know better than that. Don’t fuck with me or I won’t touch you at all.”

  She quickly looked away. He released her chin, emitting such an intimidating vibe that sent Tessa immediately to her knees before him. He grinned, “That’s a good girl, Tigress. Why don’t you show this backstabber how to treat her Master with respect?”

  Tessa nodded, already knowing from her prior conversations with Master that Kim was bisexual. Tessa leapt upon the table and lowered her vibrant golden eyes to Kim, “You want to kiss me, don’t you?”

  Kim didn’t bother to hide her arousal. Tessa smiled, “There will be no touching until Master says we may.”

  She slowly crawled down Kim’s body with her face hovering mere inches away from Kim’s blouse. She could see Kim’s muscles quivering all the way down. When she reached Kim’s hips, she quickly leaned away as Kim’s hips thrust upward. Jacob immediately ripped her blouse open before placing wooden clamps on her nipples and turning away to join the others.

  Sandra was settled into the background amongst other Doms and their submissives, silently watching. Mason stood nearby the cage, assuring Marta didn’t avert her eyes from the table. Obliviously aroused, Marta’s chin rose as her eyes slowly drank in Mason’s sculptured chest.

  He grabbed her lower jaw and said in a low smooth voice, “Marta, look at me.” When she did, he continued, “Allow us to fulfill your every whim and become a set of eyes for us. It’s a win-win situation. Don’t answer me now. Think about it. I’ll ask again later.”

  Without thinking, Marta said, “Kiss me.”

  His eyebrow rose as he looked at her with hard eyes. He shook his head, turning away as he said, “I don’t kiss on the lips.”

  She frowned and looked at the others milling about, trying not to look at Kim who lay bound upon the table. Jacob suddenly appeared in her line of sight and told Mason, “Release her.”

  He nodded once and quickly unlocked the cage door. Jacob motioned for her to go to the table as he handed her a glass of what she thought was water. Marta took it and sipped, realizing it was vodka. She approached the table and took a mouthful before spitting it onto Kim, who cringed repeatedly. Marta didn’t stop until the cup was empty.

  She lowered her face to Kim’s, “Why would you betray me? Aren’t I paying you enough?”

  Kim nodded and started to say something but Marta leapt onto the table. No one stopped her. Kim bit her lip as Marta, sneering as she slowly crawled up her assistant’s body, before cringing when Marta spit in her face. Before anyone could stop her, Marta rushed forward to curl her hips over Kim’s face.

  Mason’s arms surrounded Marta immediately. She turned and clawed at him but he was much stronger. Ignoring when she bit him, sometimes drawing blood, he hooked a collar around her neck with a leash attached before sending her onto her knees on the floor. Marta gasped as her eyes flew to the floor.

  Rice was sprinkled at her feet. She hadn’t even seen him do it. He growled, “Palm that floor!”

  When she didn’t, he smacked her face just hard enough to sting. She swiftly obeyed him, trying to hold down her rising desire. Tessa stepped forward to set Kim free while Mason tugged on the leash which held Marta. It had been a long time since she’d graced the end of a leash. Her anger warred with her desire but, in the end, she couldn’t remain on the floor. She rose suddenly against Mason’s command of STAY!

  Marta hissed, “If you’re going to beat me, go ahead. I’ll enjoy every minute of your punishment.”

  Mason swept her tense body into his arms to carry toward the door, nodding at Sandra who’d opened it, and ducked through. The entire time, Marta fought him. To those watching, it was a mixture of hellcat begging for him to just beat her. Mason growled in her ear, “You don’t need to be beat, Bitch.”

  He toppled them onto the bed, pressing her wrists into the mattress as he slammed his mouth onto hers. Stunned, she stared at him as amusement bled into his eyes. He’d tricked her. He quickly trapped one leg over each of hers and held her down, curling his hips upward to sink his long shaft into her.

  Marta’s whole body convulsed under him as he stopped to flex deep inside her. She never engaged in the act of fucking. Instead, she used dildos. He held her under him as he broke the kiss to say, “From now on, this flesh and blood cock will be what you miss if you ever cross your Master again. Tell me properly if you understand.”

  As he said it, he moved inside her. He felt so good after the latex-only celibacy she’d self-imposed. Marta queefed around him, mindlessly moaning, “Yes, Master.”

  He nodded and grabbed her hips, “That’s a good little Bitch.”

  Without another word, he used his body to drive her over the edge and into the zone. Once there, he surrounded her lethargic body and breathed into her ear, “I don’t know what made you this way but I plan to help.”

  Grinding her hips against his, she mindlessly moaned, “Oh my God…who are you people?”

  He pinched her nipples, grinning when she arched high in the air and into him, “Welcome to The Jeweled Serpent. You know me as Master. The world knows me as a renowned sex therapist. I’m your solution, my beautiful Bitch. What’s your favorite food?”

  His fingers roughly kneaded her breasts to keep from driving her up the bed with his long, deep thrusts. She moaned “Caviar.”

  He continued to keep her soft folds convulsing around his shaft as he said, “I’ll be your caviar from now on, Baby.”

  Marta had no doubt that she could get used to this. In fact, her thoughts lay scattered as the haze struck. She went wild under him but he held her hips, deliberately slowing things back down. Accustomed to hot uninhibited sex, Marta raked her claws from his a
ss cheeks, up his back, and across his broad shoulders.

  He let her claw him, grunting as he managed his own desire as well as controlling hers. When she caught him in the face with her left hand, Mason barked a husky sound and roughly maneuvered her face down in the pillows. He pressed a huge hand to the nape of her neck and plunged into her ass.

  Marta tried to lift her body but his hand forced her back down. Her world shattered once again as he roughly fucked her while slapping her ass. Marta languished, squeaking every time he thrust until he finally slapped her ass and abruptly pulled out. Her head left the pillow to allow a drag of fresh air as he said, “You have to earn the right to please me. That’s enough for now.”

  She knew Mason would seek out another woman to please him. Before she could move, he handcuffed her to the bed as he told her, “The good news is that you get to share my bed tonight.”

  He tossed a wet towel at her and said, “Clean yourself. I’ll send someone in to check on you.”

  Not long afterward, Kim appeared at her door. She could walk but was bound from the hips up to her neck in a leather straight jacket. Guided to a chair, she was allowed to sit. Marta wanted to lunge at her but knew she’d never be able to reach that far.

  Kim winced, “I’m sorry, Ms. Swann…um…Marta.”

  Marta snapped, “That’s Ms. Swann to you.”

  Kim shook her head, “Master told me to call you Marta. I don’t care what you do but I’m staying on here.”

  Marta’s gaze darted to the doorway as she said, “Were you feeding them information too?”

  “No. I was only collecting information for a nest egg. What I told you was the truth. I was going to write a book about you.”

  Marta sighed, “Well, I’m flattered but you’re still a backstabber. I’m glad you have a job so readily available because you’re fired!”

  Kim nodded, noting the softening of her boss’ eyes even though her eyebrows were halfway up her forehead. Marta’s mouth twisted in a thoughtful stance, “What all did you see?”

  Kim’s eyes widened, “A lot over the last couple of years but more during the last six months.”

  “You would have slammed me, wouldn’t you?”

  Kim shook her head, “I respect you. You’re my mentor. I might alter the truth a bit here and there to make sure you didn’t make yourself look too bad though. He was right. You terrorize people.”

  Marta cocked an eyebrow as curiosity bled into her eyes, “People would eat it up, wouldn’t they?”

  Kim nodded, thinking that was the understatement of the year. Marta thought for a moment before nodding, “I may be able to come to a certain agreement with The Jeweled Serpent after all.”

  She beckoned Kim to lean forward and, with a curl of her lip, said, “Keep taking notes, my backstabbing protégé, because we’re going to write that book.”

  Kim stared at her for a second before nodding again, “So you’re staying?”

  Marta shrugged, willing to give an inch and ready to war over the mile, “They’ll serve a purpose. This conversation doesn’t go further than these walls.”

  Kim looked at the ceiling, “I think they’re recording us.”

  “Of course they are, Sweetie. I simply don’t want you scheming with others behind my back. Keep your mouth shut.”

  Tessa walked through the door, confirming Kim’s theory. She helped Kim stand as Mason stepped through the doorway. After Tessa directed Kim out of the room, Mason sat down on the edge of the bed, “In the book business now, huh? Talk to me.”

  Marta’s eyes narrowed, “Why are you doing this…Master?”

  “Ms. Swann, allow me to drop my Dom persona for a moment here.” The unexpected vision of him relaxing as he picked up her hand made her tense. He lifted it to his lips and said, “Your unhappiness is renowned. I don’t know your issues but, if you’ll relax and let me, I plan to discover them.”

  “You think I’m crazy?”

  “No, I know you’re sane. You’re just imbalanced and it’s driving you to act crazy. With my help, you can funnel that drive into something beneficial.”

  “What do you want from me?”

  “I want you to do what you do best. You back events which draw a huge crowd of diverse people with very large bank accounts. The Jeweled Serpent has many wealthy people already working within its community but we continually seek venture capitalists in order to expand our territory.”

  Marta frowned, “That’s going to be hard when no one knows you exist.”

  “That’s precisely what I want from you. Be our eyes and ears. Alert us to those which exhibit any signs that they’d fit into our community. We already have a vast network in place but they lack the ability to maneuver within your realm.”

  Marta smirked, “Most do.”

  Mason played with her arrogance, “Who better to watch over the flock than the Queen of Greed?”

  “I think we can make an arrangement. About that book…”

  “Ah yes. I’d have to read every word you write and approve it first.”

  Mason watched her closely but Marta’s expression never changed. She finally nodded, “It’s a deal.”

  He thrust his hand out for her to shake. She clasped it in a firm grip and, at the same time, leaned forward to drag her tongue up his cheek. His other hand shot out to grab the back of her head, cradling it as he breathed over her cheek, “I think we’ll both like this arrangement, my beautiful Bitch.”

  His teeth nipped her bottom lip before pulling back. Even though Marta couldn’t have agreed more, she hid that as she rattled her furry handcuff, “I have to use the restroom.”

  He immediately asked in a dominating voice, “Am I going to have a problem with you when I remove the cuff?”

  Already knowing how to play this game, she shook her head, “No, Master.”

  He released the cuff and pointed to a door. When she went inside, he quickly shut the door behind her. She turned to discover there was no doorknob on her side of the door. After she’d done her business, she called out, “Master, I’m finished.”

  He directed from the opposite room, “Turn around, put the robe on, and open the door behind you.”

  She turned to find a curtain, which she’d assumed was the shower. Behind it, there was a doorknob. Spying the robe on a hook, she quickly shrugged into it. Feeling as if she were about to step into another dimension, Marta stepped through to discover Mason with the French vagrant.

  He’d given her the serpent but she vaguely remembered a previous tryst with him. Staring at him, she shut the door behind her. Mason introduced her, “Marta, this is Frenchie. He’s part-owner of The Jeweled Serpent and will need to read every word you write as well.”

  Marta’s jaw dropped, “When you said you had a network, were you referring to the homeless?”

  Mason nodded as Frenchie spoke up, “You are quite a force to be reckoned with, Ms. Swann. You will remain within these walls for a week. We’ve already sent the necessary documentation with your doctor’s help. Kim kindly assisted.”

  Being a top CEO, Marta quickly surmised that Frenchie must have powerful sway to delegate her weekly tasks so quickly. He stepped forward with a nod, “I look forward to reading this work.”

  Motioning toward Mason, he added on his way to yet another door, “We will provide you with an outlet but you will do as we tell you. That means within your life as well as within these walls.”

  Mason suddenly said, “I would like for you to respectfully present yourself to me.”

  Marta heard the click of the lock as she lowered herself to her knees. Placing chin to her chest, she asked between gritted teeth, “Master, may I serve you now?”

  My Love

  Jeweled Serpent

  Book 3

  Nicole Silk

  Meredith Powers, one of the wealthiest women in the tri-state region, stretched her leg in a graceful line, touching toe to dance floor. She dragged her leg slowly forward to the flow of the music. Her partner twirled her
in an underarm spin, caught her in a dip, and then smoothly pulled her back into his arms. She loved ballroom dancing as a whole but The Tango was sexy as hell.

  Meredith and husband, Luke’s, relationship had always been rocky. Married for mutual financial benefits, her husband had shaken his head on their wedding night seventeen years ago and said, “Don’t even try it. You knew going into this that our marriage lies in the ink on the paper. Bedroom activity is still off limits. You go live in your house, stay with me for a while, and repeat.”

  In their twenty-five years of knowing each other, Luke had kissed her twice. The first time was also the night he’d told her that he wasn’t exactly into women. Somehow, against all odds, they’d remained friends. After college, they’d become so emotionally connected that they bought a house together. The relationship grew from there but with separate bedrooms and no physical aspects.

  Eight years in, they’d decided to merge their finances when her mother had passed away and he’d created a vast and impressive portfolio of holdings. For years, she ignored her own loss of self-respect and identity. Somehow, she’d known that Luke wanted something more than she was capable to give.

  Unfortunately, they were too content in their financial holdings to part ways. Divorce didn’t enter the picture. Besides, they’d never sort through all the holdings. Instead, they were discreet and cooperative with each other. The marriage was completely open.

  Although they didn’t flaunt it in public, they openly informed each other of partners. When the paparazzo neared and questions asked, they reminded inquirers of their private life. With affection laced with sarcasm, Luke informed, “I don’t know. Do you want to date her? She’s probably too rich for you. Go find some within your own dimension.”

  He didn’t care what the public thought but his team of financial handlers constantly told him to keep it quiet. Since one of Meredith’s holdings had been The Jeweled Serpent, Luke had no choice. Meredith Powers and her husband had merged, granting him a percentage of the holdings while tying his Sexiest-Man-of-the-Year status to the place. Meredith thought that her husband loathed the events when he was required. Luckily, the current event at which Meredith danced wasn’t one of them.