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  Alex brushed her hair out of her face. He wanted to see her eyes. “You’re beautiful. You just had multiple orgasms without a touch. How does that happen?”

  Julia’s face flamed. “I need to get out of here.”

  “Not until you answer my question.”

  “You can’t keep me here!” Julia tried to pull away.

  Alex held her tighter. “I’ve never seen a woman have multiple orgasms without a lot of foreplay. I’m experienced. I know good Doms can get their subs to come without a touch but not without a lot of prep work and hours of training. I have never seen a woman come as you just did. Without a touch. Without training. And you seem embarrassed by that. Why would you be embarrassed by such a gift? Talk to me. What’s going on, Julia?”

  Julia longed to escape. Her embarrassment was complete. She’d always been highly sexed. Orgasms came easily. Unfortunately most men thought that meant she’d have sex with anyone. More than one had accused her of being a slut. She’d learned to control her responses. Or she thought she had learned control. Obviously she needed more work. She had to get out of here. She wasn’t going to have sex with Alex. She tried to move. Alex held her tight.

  “You have no reason to be embarrassed with me, in this place. Let it go, Julia. Talk to me.”

  Alex’s seductive whisper went straight to Julia’s cunt and her arousal climbed again. She had to get out of here. “I can’t stay here.”

  “Why? You seemed to enjoy yourself.”

  “It’s not right. I shouldn’t get off from watching them.” She waved a hand at Debbie and Tom.

  “How can an orgasm ever be wrong?”

  “Please let me go.”

  Alex longed to press, to force Julia to answer his questions, but he’d dedicated himself to consensual sex and he couldn’t quite force her to stay when she so obviously wanted to leave. There’d be time later. No need to force the issue now. “Let me at least walk you home.”

  Julia nodded. She wasn’t so far gone that she wanted to negotiate that path in the dark and all alone.

  At her cabin, Alex held her arm and said, “I’m here when you want to talk, Julia. There is no reason for you to be embarrassed or to suffer in silence. Do you understand?”

  Julia pulled free and said, “Thanks for walking me home.”

  Alex watched until she walked into her cabin and slammed the door before he turned and headed back to the mansion.

  Alex ignored the party and walked straight to his office. He brushed aside his painful erection. He needed to know more. His cock could wait. It wasn’t the first time he’d delayed his sexual gratification. He pulled up his search engine then hesitated. He wasn’t quite sure what to search for. He’d never seen anything like Julia’s orgasms except after long training by a very good dominant and even then, they weren’t quite the same. He typed in one phrase then another before he refined the search. He found possibilities but nothing definitive.

  Maybe she had a condition called hypersexuality, extreme sexual urges. Or as Alex liked to think, urges condemned because they didn’t fit into the norms of culture. If that were the case, Julia would be a perfect fit at Primeval Lake.

  Alex continued reading. Arousal was a tool used by Doms. Good dominants created sub arousal to control the sub. A good Dom denied the sub release. With Julia, it would be easy to get her aroused but controlling her release would be problematic. Alex sat back in his chair. His mind raced. He wanted Julia more than he’d ever wanted any sub. Julia was quickly becoming an obsession. He wanted—no, he needed—to see her writhing on his table, begging for release and screaming his name when she came. Her ability to have a spontaneous orgasm was a blessing. He silently cursed the people who’d embarrassed her because of it. How could he overcome her reluctance and shame?

  Party music finally filtered through his concentration. He glanced at a clock and realized he’d only spent an hour with Julia. Somehow it had seemed like a much longer time. He couldn’t do anything else tonight so he flicked off his computer, left his office and went to rejoin the party.

  Suzanne raised an eyebrow as she saw Alex come into the living room. He’d left the party with a dark-haired woman, a woman he was obviously taken with. Now, a mere hour later he was back—alone. That wasn’t like Alex. She disentangled herself from a group of subs and made her way to Alex.

  “Darling,” Suzanne said while placing a hand on Alex’s arm, “are you doing okay?”

  Alex looked down into Suzanne’s eyes and just shook his head.

  “You aren’t telling me that you couldn’t get that delicious little piece into your bed, are you?”

  “Careful.”

  “Talk to me.”

  “I took her to see Tom and Debbie.”

  “Oh, she couldn’t handle it?”

  “Quite the opposite. She had multiple orgasms just from watching.”

  “You’re joking! Women don’t usually orgasm like that unless they’re voyeuristic.”

  Alex gave her a tight smile. “This one did but I don’t think she’s a voyeur. She was too embarrassed to enjoy the show. She left.”

  Suzanne took a step back. “Who did the head number on her and why did you let her go?”

  “I’m not sure yet but I’ll find out and I let her go because she’s not ready yet. She hasn’t signed a contract.” Alex shrugged and changed the conversation. “Looks like the party is going well. Everything under control?”

  She shot him a sharp glance. His voice was tight and she could sense his distraction. It wasn’t like Alex to shut her out of a discussion about a potential problem with a sub. Over the years, they’d had many such discussions. This woman was different. He was already hooked and he didn’t even know it. Would it lead to marriage?

  She’d always known Alex would marry someday. She just hadn’t thought it would be this soon. Suzanne wanted to know more about the woman. She liked Alex’s setup at the lake and she didn’t want it disturbed by something as mundane as a potential mate for Alex. Maybe she was reading too much into the situation but it couldn’t hurt to be prepared. She’d deal with it tomorrow. In the meantime, there was a party to enjoy. “Come and say hi to Jeff. I think he’s going to be my new toy.”

  Alex smiled. “I thought you’d like him.”

  Chapter Seven

  Suzanne and Alex walked to the far side of the room. She caught Jeff’s attention and pointed to the ground. He sank to his knees before her. Alex circled him while Suzanne placed a hand on Jeff’s head. Jeff’s eyes were closed and he was in a full state of erection. His hard, thick cock was circled by a gold ring with a leather collar around his neck. Suzanne had already staked her claim.

  Alex vividly remembered being in the same position. He knew what awaited Jeff and for a brief instant, he envied Jeff. To be new at the game and to have a first experience with Suzanne was not something the young man would ever forget.

  Alex kissed Suzanne’s cheek. “I’ll leave you to your games,” he said. She frowned as she watched him leave. He hadn’t come. She hated to see him needy but he clearly didn’t want help. She shook her head and dismissed her questions. Tomorrow would be soon enough to get answers.

  * * * * *

  Alex spent the next two hours circulating and keeping an eye on all the various scenes being acted out. It was a good turnout. Over fifty people were playing nicely.

  He noticed that Tom and Debbie were no longer in the playroom. They’d probably retired to one of the upstairs bedrooms. Playing a scene that intense was exhausting.

  He entered Charlene’s room. She and Mark had recovered from their earlier session and were in the middle of another one. Charlene hung from the ceiling. Her toes just barely touched the floor. She was inexperienced so it wasn’t a pose she’d be able to hold for long. Already her eyes were lidded and heavy, her breathing rough and unsteady. Alex didn’t have to say anything. Mark was already lowering the chain that held Charlene bound. He gave her enough length and then commanded her, “Kneel.”
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br />   Charlene fell to her knees in an ungraceful collapse.

  Alex walked over to her and used his fingers to lift up her chin. He smiled when she straightened her back and knelt straight. “Good girl,” he murmured and released her chin.

  Mark moved next to Alex. “I was just about to finish this scene but would you like to take over?”

  “No. But she just needs one thing before you finish,” Alex said, walking over to the cupboard. He pulled out a suction bulb and rings.

  “Stand up,” he told Charlene. Alex stroked her breast. Charlene did as he said and cringed when he twisted one nipple. “Your nipples are sensitized. That’s good. Stay in the moment. This is going to feel very different. It won’t hurt.” He slipped an O-ring on the tube at the end of the suction bulb. He squeezed and placed it on one of Charlene’s nipples. When he released the bulb, her nipple entered the tube on the end. Alex slid the ring over her nipple. Alex knew from experience that the O-ring didn’t hurt, but it did keep blood in the nipple and sensitized it. In Charlene’s state, sensitivity was enough. He could tell by the way she stood that she couldn’t handle any more nipple pain tonight.

  Mark had moved behind Charlene and he wrapped his arms around her when her knees gave out. He held her up while Alex placed the other clamp. Charlene moaned.

  Alex placed the second ring and stepped back. Mark’s arms circled Charlene just under her breasts, holding them up for Alex’s inspection. The rings caused Charlene’s nipples to turn dusky, making them stand out from her breasts.

  “Perfect.” Alex nodded. “Now you can finish her.”

  Alex turned and walked out of the room. Charlene was beautiful but he didn’t want her. He wanted Julia. He couldn’t get the image of Julia kneeling in submission out of his head and he was desperate to clamp her nipples. He wanted to know her response to all the different toys he’d use on her. Would she respond with multiple orgasms? He itched to find out. Most of the basement rooms were in constant use and more than one person noticed his arousal. Everyone was anxious that he enjoy himself. Alex had numerous invitations. He turned down all of them because his cock was waiting for Julia.

  Instead he mingled and visited various rooms, including the dungeon room. Alex knew the couple playing out this scene. Mary enjoyed being whipped. Alex entered. Sure enough, Mary was chained facing the wall. Her back had three red lines. Joe, the Dom, looked at Alex. Alex held out his hand. Joe smiled and handed the whip to Alex.

  He snapped it a few times.

  Mary looked over her shoulder. She’d played with Alex before and she knew he didn’t always play gently. She closed her eyes and moaned. He flicked the whip expertly, snapping the end so it barely touched the woman. Then he flicked it five more times at varying intensities. Only one of the stokes left any mark and that one was very light.

  He continued to tease the woman, coming close enough for her to feel the rush of air without actually touching her. Such teasing was much harder for this woman to bear than an actual whipping would have been. Never give a sub everything she wants. That was Alex’s philosophy. Five more strokes then Alex handed the whip to Joe.

  Alex stepped close to the woman. He circled a hand around her throat and whispered in her ear, “That’s all for tonight.”

  “No,” she moaned. “Please Master…please.”

  “Don’t whip her anymore. She’s becoming too demanding,” Alex said to Joe.

  Joe nodded. “Good idea. Thanks, Alex.”

  Alex left the dungeon, wondering how Julia would stand up to being whipped. His cock ached. He should bury it deep in some compliant sub but he just couldn’t bring himself to do it. He couldn’t concentrate on anything because Julia filled his mind. Sinking his cock deep within Julia was the only thing that would relieve his longing. He wanted to feel her clench in another multiple orgasm while he was buried in her. He wanted her writhing and out of control. He still wasn’t sure how to make that happen but he knew it would. In the meantime, he could wait.

  * * * * *

  Julia tried to sleep but every time she closed her eyes, she could feel Alex holding her. She finally gave up, went out to the porch and sank into a chair. The cool night air felt good against her fevered body even as the lights of the mansion were warm and inviting. They called to her. She knew she could go back, that Alex would be delighted if she returned, but she couldn’t handle the thought of the intensity of Alex’s party. Rampant free sexuality was beyond the scope of her experiences. She’d spent her adult life hiding her urges. She’d never lived in any place where people had sex whenever they wanted it. No wonder everyone had warned her about the mansion and the parties held there. Little did they know she fit right in here. Unbridled sex was not an abhorrent thought. Rather it caused her cunt to clench with need. She wanted to be a part of Alex’s world.

  What was she going to do? There hadn’t been any way to hide her orgasms from Alex. He wasn’t stupid. He’d figure out she had a weakness he could exploit. Then what? She knew he’d offer to help—men always offered to help. They didn’t see her sexuality as a minus. Men always thought it was a wonderful affliction until she started demanding sex more often than they could perform. At that point, she became a nymphomaniac with unnatural sexual needs.

  Women weren’t supposed to have enormous sexual appetites. She’d learned that hard lesson from every man she’d dated. She had no reason to think Alex would be any different no matter what kind of parties he threw. Then there was the issue of control.

  The men she’d been with hated the fact that they couldn’t control her body. They’d insisted she hold back even when she couldn’t. Sure, they wanted her satisfied, but they wanted to claim the credit. Julia needed very little help, if any, to find her release.

  Music drifted across the lake. Julia closed her eyes and her hand crept to her clit. Even though she’d just been thoroughly satisfied she was needy again. Her fingers kept time to the music and within a minute, a soft spasm of relief swept through her. She tried not to notice that she was still dissatisfied. She wanted a cock speared deep inside. It was frustrating to know Alex would be happy to oblige but she was too frightened to ask. What kind of man held sex parties? She chuckled at the answer that came to her, any kind of man who could, of course. Alex was no different. He might be smarter than many men and richer too but he was still a man. He wouldn’t be able to handle her any better than the other men in her life had. She sighed and drifted into sleep, dreaming of a different life.

  * * * * *

  The next afternoon Suzanne headed down the path to the south of the lake. She was just out for a walk. That was her excuse for going in this direction. Of course she’d found out, after a lot of questioning, that the dark-haired woman lived in this direction. Most of the servants either hadn’t noticed the woman or weren’t local. The first few locals she’d found wouldn’t talk about the woman. She’d finally found one housekeeper who gave her the information she needed. The woman from the party—Julia—wasn’t a native but she lived in one of the cabins on the south shore.

  Suzanne heard the sound of wood being chopped so she circled to the back of the cabin. Bingo. The dark-haired woman from the party was swinging an ax and splitting firewood. A light sheen of perspiration dotted her forehead. Tendrils of hair had escaped from the ponytail and framed her face. Jeans and a T-shirt completed the woman’s ensemble. Despite those handicaps, the woman was stunning. Suzanne itched to dress her up, put some makeup on her and see just what kind of princess she’d become. Then she shook her head. The woman was Alex’s property whether she realized it or not. Suzanne couldn’t afford to fall under her spell too. Maybe someday in the future if Alex finished with her, but not now.

  Suzanne waited for a break then called out, “Afternoon!”

  The woman dropped the ax and quickly turned.

  “Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you. My name’s Suzanne. I was just out for a walk and thought I’d say hi.”

  “I’m Julia.” She turned and picked
up the ax. She planted it in the stump she’d been using and walked over to Suzanne. “I assume you’re from the mansion.”

  Suzanne nodded. “That’s right. Is that a problem?”

  “No. Company is always welcome. I can use a break. Come on, I’ll treat you to a glass of water.”

  “Thanks. The locals aren’t always welcoming. I almost didn’t stop.”

  “I may not like what Alex is doing to the lake but that’s no reason to be mean to people.”

  They climbed the three steps up to the porch. Julia waved a hand. “Have a seat. I’ll be right back.”

  Two minutes later Julia brought out two glasses of water. She handed one to Suzanne then sank into a chair.

  Suzanne decided a direct approach would work best with the woman. “I saw you at the party last night but you didn’t stay long.”

  Julia’s face flamed. “Not my type of party.”

  “Doesn’t work for everyone. Hope you won’t hold it against me that it is my type of party.”

  “You like being hurt?”

  Suzanne let out a loud guffaw. “No, darling. I like controlling men. I’m a dominant. No man hurts me. I hurt them if that’s what they want.”

  “Really?”

  “Didn’t Alex tell you women could be Doms too?”

  “I guess he mentioned it but I really didn’t take it in.”

  “BDSM—bondage, discipline, dominance, submission, sadism and masochism—is a varied and rich scene in Alex’s world. Alex’s parties are even more so because his focus is sexual freedom, as well as sexual power exchanges. His parties are not just BDSM,” Suzanne said. She took a sip of water and then continued. “They encompass any sexual proclivities that are mutually consensual. Everyone is a willing participant no matter how strange it might look. Apparently you didn’t consent to anything. That surprised me. I know what a convincing argument Alex can make. He used to be my sub. I introduced him to the lifestyle.”