D.C. Power Games Box Set

by Ivy Nelson

  Darci swallowed. What was he going to do? She had already removed her clothes and now stood naked in front of Peter and everyone else in the dungeon. He instructed her to sit on the table. He stood in front of her and looked her in the eyes.

  “Do you know why I’m punishing you Darci?”

  “Because I disobeyed you and ran away?”

  “Yes, and because you didn’t trust me enough to follow my instructions. Now, lie on your stomach, I’m going to spank you again but this time you get the hairbrush.”

  “Oh goody,” Darci said, shuddering as she remembered how much the spanking with his hand hurt.

  “If you safeword before I’m done, that’s fine. I’ll just finish your punishment in a way that isn’t painful.”

  She vowed silently to herself that she would handle what he planned to give her.

  She did as he asked and put herself on the table on her stomach.

  “Ready?”

  “Yes Sir. I’m ready to move past this.”

  “Good. Me too. This is going to be fast and hard.”

  From her spot kneeling, Carrie said, “You can stare at me and pretend I’m squeezing your hands honey. This will hurt.”

  Darci grimaced and then smiled at her friend. “Thank you, sweetie.”

  “You two are just so darn cute,” Peter said as he dug the hairbrush out of his bag.

  Without warning, Peter brought the brush down on Darci’s bare bottom and after the first smack he didn’t stop. He wasn’t lying when he said it would be fast and hard. Despite her efforts to keep quiet, Darci let out a yelp every time the brush landed on her ass. At first, she kept her eyes shut tight but then she took Carries offer and stared at her, wishing she were closer so she really could squeeze her hand. As she looked into Carries eyes, movement behind her caught her attention.

  That fucker was standing behind Carrie and he had his phone out.

  7

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  “Stop. Please Stop. Now. It’s him.” Darci cried out as the smacks continued to rain down on her. But Peter didn’t understand and just kept spanking her. Finally, not knowing what else to do, Darci yelled, “Red!”

  Immediately the spanking stopped and Darci flew up. “It’s him. Behind Carrie. That’s the guy,” she said frantically between tear filled sobs.

  Peter’s face went stone cold, and he stalked toward the man in question.

  “You. With me. Now.” He flashed his event staff badge at the man in question, gripped him by the arm and moved toward the dungeon exit. Carrie scrambled up and followed him. But she stopped long enough to grab a sheet and toss it at Darci along with her cellphone. Then on her way out she stopped where Michael was and pointed in Darci’s direction.

  Thankfully, Darci had the sheet around herself before Michael made eye contact.

  “Hey, sweetheart. You OK?”

  Darci grinned. “I’m wonderful.”

  Michael just stared at her. “You’re sitting here crying your eyes out and you’re wonderful?”

  “It’s cathartic OK? You looked like you were doing pretty wonderful yourself, mister.”

  He grinned, and a blush crept up his neck and into his cheeks. “Maybe. OK. I went to an impact play demo and a knife play demo and now I’m dying to try some of it out. Carrie just hooked me up with some unattached subs who like letting rookies try new things on them.”

  “OK That is way more than I thought you would do at your first event. That’s awesome Michael. I’m so happy for you.”

  Michael shrugged off her comments and Darci picked up the phone Carrie had handed her. Her e-mail app told her she had new messages, so she opened it. The sounds in the room faded away as she read the first e-mail. A slow smile spread across her face.

  “What are you grinning at?”

  “I got the job. Holy shit, I got the job, Michael.” Before she remembered she was naked, she threw her arms around him and the sheet fell away.

  “Fuck. Darci, you’re naked. Don’t hug me while you’re naked, woman.”

  Embarrassed, she bent and picked up the sheet. “Sorry. I’m just excited.”

  Michael grinned. “You should be. I assume you mean the ACSL job?”

  Darci nodded. “I can’t believe I got it.”

  “Got what, Kitten?” Peter asked as he and Carrie approached.

  “I got the job,” she repeated.

  “Oh yay!” Carrie said bouncing up and down. “I knew you would get it.”

  Peter moved closer to Darci and picked up her hands.

  “Congratulations. You deserve it,” he said. Then his expression changed.

  “Darci, sweetheart, I’m so sorry I didn’t understand why you were saying stop.”

  She smiled at Peter and opened her arms for a hug. “It’s OK, Sir. I didn’t want it to stop, but I knew we needed to get him out of here and I’m sure he was taking pictures.”

  “He’s gone, and he’ll never be allowed back. He’ll likely be blacklisted from any other major event in the country. Fucker thought it was funny. I wanted to have him arrested but the rest of the staff thought it better not to involve the police. You did the right thing, Kitten. I’m proud of you.”

  Darci beamed. “Thank you, Sir. Can we pick up where we left off or did that just ruin our evening?”

  Peter reached one arm out and tugged Carrie close to them as he planted a kiss on Darci’s forehead. “I think you’ve had enough punishment. We’re going to reward you now but if you don’t mind, I’d like to do it back in the room. I’m a little bit over being in the dungeon right now.”

  “Of course, Sir.” Turning to Michael she said, “Thanks for keeping me company. You gonna be OK down here by yourself for a bit?”

  He grinned. “Yes. The guy who taught the knife class is meeting up with me and Jemma in a bit to teach me some things.”

  Peter turned to Carrie and kissed her hard. “Well done, little one. Let’s go back to the room now.”

  They waited for Darci to put her clothes back on and then they made their way back to the hotel room.

  Once inside, Peter said, “you two are always hounding me to let you make out, I think you should be my guest and do just that.”

  Carrie grinned and moved to pull Darci into a hug but Darci stopped her.

  “Hold on a minute Carrie. I’m all for making out with you but I need a question answered first.”

  “Of course, Kitten. You can ask anything.”

  “Why the reward? I don’t feel like I did anything to warrant a reward.”

  Peter sat on the bed and motioned for her to sit next to him. “Oh, but you did Kitten. You came back to me, you apologized. You explained yourself, and you did it with respect. I’m proud as hell of you for that. A lot of first time submissives have trouble with that sort of thing. You have made me proud all day. I think that deserves a reward.”

  “You’re not angry with me for being so disobedient?”

  “Nope. I’m not. Now can I please give you your reward?”

  “You just want to watch us make out,” Carrie said from the other side of him.

  “You hush little one. I haven’t had to punish you in a while.”

  Carrie grinned. “Yes Sir.”

  “Clothes off, both of you. If there’s going to be making out it’s going to be naked making out and then we’re going to see who can come first,” he said producing two vibrating wands.

  “Ooh. Does the winner get a prize?” Carrie asked.

  “Orgasms aren’t enough of a prize?” Peter asked with one eyebrow quirked upward.

  “That is a fair point Master.”

  “The only kind of point I make,” Peter snarked. “Enough with the sass. I want to see naked submissives in ten seconds.”

  Both girls grinned at each other and discarded their clothing.

  They had made out a few times before with Peter’s permission, but this was most sexual they had gotten.

  After a few minutes of tender kisses Peter stopped them. “Time fo
r some fun ladies. I want you both up on all fours bottoms in the air.”

  They quickly complied and Peter ran a hand over Darci’s still scorched ass. “How’s your ass, Darci?”

  “Sore, Sir. But I like it.”

  “Great answer.”

  “Thank you, Sir.”

  “Let’s see what you girls think of predicament bondage.”

  “I saw a class on that is happening tomorrow,” Darci said.

  “Well let’s get some practice in then.” Peter tossed some cuffs and long bars on the bed. She wasn’t quite sure what he was going to do with them, but she was ready to find out.

  “Up on your knees. Backs together, arms behind your backs. I’m going to cuff the two of you together. You’re going to have to work together to get an orgasm. Is that clear?” It wasn’t, but Carrie said, “Yes Sir,” so Darci echoed her.

  Soon, it became very clear. Peter arranged the vibrating wands and then attached clamps to them. “Now, these clamps are going on your nipples ladies. Here’s how the game works. In order for one of you to get to have the vibrator on your clit, the other will have to pull away from hers which will put pressure on the chain from the clamps. This means that while one is feeling pleasure, the other will be feeling pain. Your mission is to make sure you both get off in the next ten minutes. If you fail, I’ll have to come up with a creative way to punish both of you. If you succeed, well, you both get orgasms.”

  It was devious. And Darci loved the idea. Her pulse picked up pace as Peter expertly bound them together and made it so only one could get pleasure at a time. Then he turned the vibrators on and stepped back.

  Picking up his phone he said, “OK girls. Your ten minutes starts now.”

  At first, the girls bucked against each other each trying to get the vibrator beneath them but that just resulted in the clamps being pulled tight. Darci cried out as they dug into her sensitive flesh.

  Finally, they stopped, and Carrie said, “you’re the new girl, you should come first.”

  “Such a good girl,” Peter murmured as he sat in a chair and watched them struggling.

  Darci whimpered, “Are you sure?”

  “I’m sure. Now hurry before we run out of time. You don’t want to give him a chance to get all inventive. It will only hurt more.”

  “Smart girl too,” Peter said.

  Darci reluctantly lowered herself onto her vibrator and moaned as it hit her in just the right spot.

  “Fuck,” Carrie cried. “I hope you come fast.”

  Darci did. The vibrator was on high and soon she was crying out as she fell over the edge.

  “God, you guys are hot.”

  “Thank you, Sir,” Darci said breathlessly.

  “OK Carrie. Your turn. I’m ready.” She steeled herself as Carrie lowered herself onto her vibrator and pulled the clamps on her nipples tightly. “Fuck that hurts.”

  “Music to my ears,” Peter leaned forward in his chair, his elbows resting on his knees. “I could watch this all night.”

  Carrie was crying out in pleasure as her orgasm ripped through her.

  Peter stood. “Good girls. I’m proud. You had two minutes to spare.”

  “Thank you Master.” Carrie said.

  “I’m not done yet.”

  Without warning, he stepped up and released the clamps on both girls. Carrie knew what to expect. Darci did not. She howled as the blood came rushing back to her sensitive nipples.

  “Fucking hell. That hurts.”

  Peter chuckled. “Sorry. I should have warned you but sometimes I’m mean.” He winked at Darci as he uncuffed her.

  “Stretch out your limbs then lay on the bed.”

  The threesome continued to play for an hour solid with Peter finding ways for them to compete for orgasms. By the end of it, Darci was exhausted but thrilled with the way her night had turned out. Hopefully the rest of the con would be like this. When they finished, Peter laid in the middle of the bed with one girl on either side of him.

  “For not having sex, I sure did have a lot of orgasms,” Darci murmured.

  Peter turned his head to look at Darci and grinned. “Good. Orgasms are awesome. Everyone should have more of them.”

  Darci couldn’t agree more.

  About the Author

  Ivy Nelson is an emerging contemporary romance author, hopeful romantic, and passionate advocate, who is versed in all things steamy, sultry, and sensual. It all started back when she read her first steamy romance novel at the age of fourteen. From that point forward, it became her favorite genre—one she wanted to write in herself someday. Sylvia Day’s writing style cemented that passion and gave her just the inspiration she needed to be an author herself. In December of 2018, Ivy published her debut novel, Power Desired at the age of thirty-two.

  Most recently, Ivy completed the “D.C. Power Games” series and the prequel to her forthcoming “Diamond Doms series” titled “Hard”. In a not-so-distant past, she was a student-affairs professional at a university and earned her political science degree, which explains her politically driven romance debut.

  When she isn’t penning steamy scenes or attending writing/kink/BDSM conferences, you can find this contest-winning karaoke singer and bookworm passionately supporting human rights or growing her Sims 4 empire. She is also a wine aficionado and certified whiskey taster (no, really, she has the certificate to prove it). All that aside, Ivy loves spending quality time with her amazing son and husband of three years at their home in Houston, TX.

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