Page 103 of Rattle the Cage

Flinching, Tess didn’t like that one. “No.”

“What did Master say about ‘no’?” Cyrus hissed back, hating the resistance to her commands already.

A gentle nod from Blade encouraged Tess to restate the rules. “You won’t hear it tonight. If I want you to stop, I have to say ‘red’.”

“That’s right, Ragdoll.” Gritting her teeth, Cyrus stepped closer and stared down into Tess’s eyes. “I’ll tell you one more time. You will refer to me as Owner.”

“Yes, Owner.” Tess swallowed hard, like letting the moniker slip from her lips was torture on its own.

Cyrus and her had resolved something that night in the safehouse, but there was lingering tension. We all felt it the second they entered a room together. Whether it was pure desire or a resentful hold that wouldn’t fade, neither Blade nor I could figure out.

With the rules laid out, it was time to play with our toy.

Blade made the first move, too excited to sit still for any longer. Lunging forward, she let her hand slip under the neckline of Tess’s dress.

Tess rolled her head back as Blade’s fingers played with her nipples. Even through the fabric of her dress, I could see the hard mounds perking up.

Stepping forward, I lifted the hem of her dress and slid my hand up her thighs.

A moan passed over my Sweet Lamb’s lips as her body trembled under our touch.

As I stood in front of her, Tess gripped at my shirt. She undid the buttons of my dress shirt, fumbling with each one as she tried to expose my bare chest.

Under the button-down, I’d taped my tits. Tess bit her lip as her hand met the bare skin of my sternum, her eyes following the lightning bolts down my chest.

Blade was groaning with hunger as she bent her head down, biting Tess’s nipples through the satin dress.

“Fuck!” Tess yelped, her eyes widening.

“There’s that fear.” Cyrus growled behind us.

It was enough to set Blade off, grabbing Tess’s hips and pressing her into the leather bench at the center of the room. She smirked down at Tess, undoing the tie on her dress and exposing her back.

My jaw twitched at the sight of her supple skin. Her shoulder blades tensed as she waited to see what we would do to her.

“Bend over for Daddy, Trinket.” Blade hissed.

Tess’s blue eyes jumped between us, remembering that she’d agreed to submit to us. All of us. Biting her lip, Tess propped her knees up on the padded leather and bent her body over the black median of the spanking bench.

Once she was in place, Blade stepped away and walked toward the wall. Mounted along the upholstered panels were dozens of whips, floggers, canes, and crops.

Leaning over her, I let my center press into Tess’s now bare ass as I whispered into her ears. “Have you ever used toys like this, Sweet Lamb?”

Too nervous to speak as she scanned the options on the wall, Tess shook her head.

“Speak to your Master.”

“No, Master.” She whimpered, feeling the massive dildo I’d been packing under these trousers as I let the hard silicone graze her.

Laughing, I looked up to Blade, who’d made her selection with a barbed wire flogger. “Looks like you’re going to have to teach her.”

The toy was dyed in a delicious purple, strips of braided and tied leather mixed between flat ones.

Blade let a sinister smile take over her face as she took her time walking back over to Tess’s bare ass. Once she stood behind our toy, Blade thwapped the flogger down. A loud crack ripped from the leather, making Tess flinch.

“Oh shit.” There was real fear in her voice.

All of us let out a laugh, even Cyrus deigning us with a chuckle.