Page 30 of The Toy Maker (The Pink Cherrie #1)

TWENTY-FIVE

As I followed Jason down the hall, different erotic scenes caught my attention. The open doors displayed slaves as their owners tied and caned them.

In one room, a submissive woman lay strapped to a padded table, her wrists and ankles bound tightly with red rope.

Her body trembled as her owner pressed a vibrating wand against her inner thighs.

The dom grinned, his eyes glinting with delight as the woman whimpered and writhed, her cries echoing down the hall.

I averted my eyes and swallowed down the anticipation in my throat.

By the end of the night, I hoped to be swallowing something much different.

“Mistress, mercy!” a man’s muffled voice came from another room.

He knelt on the floor, wearing a sleek black mask that left only his lips exposed. His back arched as the crack of a whip struck his skin, leaving a bright red mark. His dominatrix stood tall in heels, her leather-clad figure commanding the room with ease.

I glanced over at Jason. His smug expression eased my nerves and set them on fire all at the same time.

Some doors remained shut, but my imagination filled in the gaps. Faint thuds, muffled cries, and the clinking of chains escaped through the cracks while "Do Not Disturb" signs dangled on polished handles.

Dominatrixes paraded down the hall with submissives trailing behind them, their leashes pulled tight. Some subs crawled on all fours, their eyes fixed on the ground. Others walked upright, their heads bowed in quiet obedience.

The further we walked, the louder the muffled moans became.

And I was starting to rethink how easily I had followed Jason.

When we reached the end of the hallway, Jason led me down a creaking flight of wooden stairs. At the bottom, I stopped and stared at the room.

Bare brick walls surrounded us, their rough texture lit by the faint, flickering glow of sconces. The dark ceiling seemed to press down, worsening the pit in my stomach, and the smell of sex lingered in the air.

In the farthest corner, a wooden table was laid out with a variety of toys—whips, paddles, cuffs, and other items I didn’t recognize. My cheeks flushed as I realized what they were for.

I blinked in surprise when I saw the chains dangling from a metal pipe jutting down from the ceiling. The room felt raw, undeniably intimate, and my heart raced as Jason turned to face me.

I knew I should have been hesitant, but something inside me propelled my forward steps. I signed on to belong to him, and I didn’t plan on backing out. Anna wouldn’t, would she? She worked as a dominatrix, which was much more interesting than being a Cherry.

Jason gave me a soft smile. “Don’t worry, we’ll take it slow.” His eyes met mine and sent my mind whirring. “Trust me.”

I was in his world, and there was no turning back.

“Strip,” he commanded, his touch disappearing from my back.

The word sent a shiver through me, but I obeyed.

My hands found the zipper at the back of my dress, and I slid it down, letting the fabric fall to the floor.

I stepped out of it, kicking it to the side and standing before him in just my silk bra and panties.

My arms instinctively rose to cover my chest, but his voice stopped me.

“Arms at your sides,” he ordered, his lips twitching.

I dropped them before I earned a punishment. In a dungeon, there was no telling what would happen. And I wasn’t willing to find out.

Heat rushed to my cheeks as I lowered my arms, leaving myself completely exposed to his gaze. My nipples hardened as his attention wandered over my body.

“Good girl,” he said softly, nodding in approval before walking over to the corner table and picking up a small knife.

My breath hitched, and I opened my mouth to protest, but I stopped myself at the last second.

“You won’t be needing this anymore.” He stepped closer, holding the blade carefully and pressing it against the fabric of my bra. The cold steel sent a shock through me, along with a thrill I hadn’t expected. With one motion, he cut through the strap, and the bra fell away, leaving my chest bare.

The knife didn’t leave my body. Instead, Jason let the flat edge trail down my chest.

I locked eyes with him, searching for reassurance. His gaze held mine, reminding me that I was safe. The panic swelling at the edges of my thoughts started to fade, replaced by a belief that he wouldn’t let anything hurt me.

Jason let the knife drift lower, testing me.

But I wasn’t giving up.

“Interesting,” he murmured, as if I had surprised him somehow.

The corner of his mouth tugged upward, and I felt my stomach flip. Even with the blade between us, I felt safe—more than safe. I felt alive, completely aware of the anticipation coursing through my body.

My breath hitched when his hand moved lower, pressing firmly against the damp fabric of my panties. A soft whimper escaped my lips before I could stop it, and I bit down on my bottom lip, struggling to keep my composure.

His touch was deliberate, teasing, and sent ripples of heat through my entire body.

Clouds of desire derailed my train of thought.

Without a word, Jason sliced through the remaining fabric, letting the pieces fall to the floor. The cool air kissed my skin.

Jason’s smirk deepened, his fingers brushing over my most sensitive spot. “We haven’t even started, and you’re already so wet,” he murmured.

I bit my lip, trying to stifle the moan building in my throat as his hand slid over my clit, applying just enough pressure to make my hips jerk.

“And you’re so sensitive,” he chuckled when I flinched. “Take a deep breath,” he instructed, his calmness grounding me.

I listened instinctively, relaxing even as he led me to stand beneath the metal pipe hanging from the ceiling.

“Choose a safe word.”

I snickered, then realized he was serious. “Oh,” I cleared my throat, caught off guard. “Can it be anything?”

Jason raised an eyebrow, clearly unamused. “Something memorable, that can’t be mistaken as enthusiasm.”

“Uh, pipe?” I suggested, glancing up.

His lips curved. “Are you trying to be a smartass?”

Bad idea. “I’m new to this.”

“I know,” he said simply, and for some reason, that only made me feel more naked than before.

“Guava.”

Jason laughed, making it obvious he thought the choice was ridiculous. “Guava,” he repeated, shaking his head slightly, but he didn’t argue.

Jason walked over to the table and brought back a silver bullet vibe.

“I want you to slide this inside you. Don’t let it fall out.” He placed the toy in my hand and watched as I obeyed.

My hands trembled as I positioned the toy against my entrance. I expected more resistance, but some part of me, a large part of me, enjoyed the type of sick foreplay Jason had a penchant for, and the proof was dripping down my thighs.

His expression didn’t change, but his eyes darkened slightly, and I swore I saw a flicker of approval.

The vibrations started as soon as it disappeared inside me. I stood there, trying to hold myself steady, the buzzing inside me already testing my control.

Before I adjusted, Jason pushed me to my knees. My breath came in quick, shallow bursts as he chained my hands behind my back, leaving my chest on display.

Without a word, he began unbuttoning his shirt, the sight of his bare chest stealing what little focus I had left.

Next, he dropped his pants, and his obvious erection made a shiver climb up my spine. When his cock sprang free inches from my face, I whimpered.

He stepped closer and grabbed a fistful of my hair, tilting my head up to meet his gaze.

“We have some unfinished business.” He guided me toward his throbbing dick.

Before I could respond, he pushed the tip up to my mouth and commanded me to open.

Jason’s fingers tightened slightly in my hair as he murmured one final warning.

“If you cum without permission, you will regret it.”

The threat only piqued my interest.

I gagged as Jason pushed deeper into my mouth, his cock stretching my lips as I struggled to take him. I choked as he fucked my throat with his hand guiding me by my hair, yanking me down farther every time I pulled back to gasp for breath.

The heat building between my legs was overwhelming as the vibrations of the toy seemingly intensified. Each time Jason’s cock filled my mouth, the pressure in my core tightened, making it harder to hold back the orgasm threatening to crash over me.

Just when I thought I might lose control, Jason pulled out and a string of drool dangled off my lips. I sucked in a deep breath, relying on my restraints to keep me upright.

“You did well,” he praised, his grip on my hair loosening and his touch wandering over my cheek. He lifted my chin, and for a moment, I thought he might kiss me. I gazed up at him, my chest rising and falling with every labored breath.

By then he stood, leaving me chained to the pipe.

I sucked in a deep breath as he wandered back to the table, his cock glistening with my saliva. The sight made my mouth water.

“You can handle more, don’t you think?” he teased, glancing over his shoulder at me.

I nodded instinctively, my voice momentarily lost in a haze of excitement.

Jason raised an eyebrow, chuckling. “You can speak.”

“Yes,” I managed to breathe just as the vibrations inside me grew stronger.

I was so busy trying to hold back the waves of pleasure, I didn’t see the remote he had in his hands. A moan slipped from my lips before I could stop it.

“Yes what?” he pressed.

I swallowed, struggling to focus as the pleasure coiled tighter in my stomach. “Yes, sir,” I finally said. His cock twitched as the words left my lips.

He stepped closer, joining me with something silver in his palm. When his hands reached for my nipples, I braced myself. The sharp sting of the clamps sent a jolt through my body, but I stayed still, allowing him to place them while I bit back another moan.

“Good girl,” he murmured, his praise only making me crave him more.

My determination not to beg wavered with each brush of his hand against my clit. I pulled against my restraints, my body writhing under his control.

“Look at you,” he said, “So desperate already.”

He was right. I was obsessed with his touch, and he hadn’t even fucked me yet. If that was any indication, I’d be a mindless puddle before the night was over.

Jason stroked me until I was teetering on the brink of an orgasm, the pleasure so intense it bordered on unbearable. It was different than before, when he tested his toys on me. My eyes met his. His touch was gentle, but possessive.

“Careful,” he warned, his smirk deepening. “I didn’t say you could finish.”

I let out a frustrated whimper, my resolve slipping. My hips jerked, signaling the start of my orgasm, and without warning, he stopped.

The sparks subsided quickly, leaving me with a hollow pleasure.

Fuck. He ruined it on purpose.

Before I could protest, and get myself into a world of trouble, the door at the top of the stairs creaked and a Domme walked in.

Her emerald-green corset pushed her boobs nearly up to her chin, and fishnet stockings wrapped around her long legs. “We need this room in an hour. Big party,” she said to Jason.

Being found chained up, naked, and visibly desperate while she ignored me entirely only deepened my vulnerability. My cheeks burned as I squirmed against the pipe, my restraints keeping me on full display. The humiliation stung sharper than the clamps on my nipples.

Jason straightened, leaving me bound. He met her at the bottom of the stairs, their conversation low enough that I couldn’t make out the words. My chest heaved as I watched them, wishing that somehow I could cover up.

When they finished, the Domme handed Jason a key, her gaze shifting to me with a sneer. “Try not to get your tears on my equipment, slut.”

I bit my lip, holding back any retort as the door shut behind her. Jason turned back to me, his eyes sweeping over my naked body, lingering on the clamps and my parted thighs. He grinned in approval.

“Where were we?” he asked, like he hadn’t just been interrupted.

The sight of him standing there, calm and in complete control, sent a fresh wave of desire crashing through me. I wanted more, and I wanted all of him.