Masters 02 Master of the Abyss by Cherise Sinclair

sprite more time before calling her, but he had to admit her presence added to his enjoyment of the day. The woman was a cheerful bundle of energy, and she’d delighted the two couples. She was everything a person might want in a trail guide: she managed to spot any wildlife in the area, from mule deer to porcupines, could identify all the plants and trees, and knew both the geology and the history of Yosemite. Rather than lecturing, she’d drop tidbits of interesting facts and elaborate if anyone expressed interest.
    He considered himself a damn good guide. With growing pride, he’d come to realize she was better. His tough little sprite.
    No. Not mine.
    Heather and Andrew appeared, and Jake motioned both couples over. “All right, are you ready to get started?”
    Nods all around. Good enough. He smiled at the two women, then glanced at the men. “Your submissives, gentlemen. Here to do anything you want them to.” Within reason, he didn’t add, but to remind everyone that there were limits, he asked, “Heather, what is your safe word?”
    A pale blonde with the coloring to match, she flushed beautifully. “Diamond.”
    “Evelyn?” Jake nodded to the round brunette in her early forties. Although she gave a motherly impression—someone who would make cookies and snuggle children against her small, cuddly body—she was a renowned orthopedic surgeon.
    “Darth Vader,” she said.
    “Interesting choice.”
    Steve stroked his goatee. “I believe she accompanied it with a nasty threat: ‘Don’t make me destroy you,’” he added in a raspy voice.
    Jake stifled a laugh. “Well, if she uses it, you’d best pay attention.” He studied the group for a minute. Anticipation and a few nerves. Good enough. “Gentlemen, please direct your submissives to remain here, and then join me over there.” He pointed to the other side of the campsite.
    The professor gave him a blank look, but Andrew caught the clue. “Heather, kneel. Hands behind your back.” He waited to be sure she’d done as directed before strolling across the clearing with Jake.
    Jake saw the unspoken got it from Steve. “Evelyn, the slave position. Now.”
    Ah, someone had been doing his homework and learning the positions. Jake watched as Evelyn knelt, spread her knees open, and placed her hands on her thighs. Very nice.
    Steve joined them, and Jake nodded approval. He added for the men’s ears only, “Subs in the kneeling position should keep their eyes down.”
    Both men snapped orders, and the women complied.
    Jake leaned against a tree and smiled at the pretty sight. “Look at them,” he murmured to the men. “All worried about what you have in mind. Anticipating pleasure but possibly pain. Knowing you might push them past what they’re used to. Quivering inside.”
    “God, you’re right. I’ve never seen her like this,” Steve said.
    “With her eyes on the ground, a sub can’t read your face, can’t see what’s coming,” Jake said. “It increases their sense of helplessness and worry. This is the space you want them in. Excited and eager to please.”
    Nods.
    “What else could you do to make them feel more vulnerable?” He smiled as the men considered. A lawyer and a professor, both with professional wives. Used to equality in their marriages, they needed some mental adjustment to take on the dominant role.
    “Naked,” Andrew said. “Being without clothes would…” He gestured, a lawyer at loss for words.
    “Good choice. Go for it.” When the men started to speak, Jake held up a hand. “A command can certainly be given at a distance, but in this case, with new submissives, you want to be hands-on. Enjoy your submissive’s body as she strips. Make her stop at your command. Savor the fact that you can touch as you please. Tease her. Let her know how much the sight of her and the softness of her skin pleases you.”
    Two nods and the men strolled back to their wives. Walking taller. Yes, they were already beginning to