Ethan’s NaughtySubmissive: Silver Creek Resort Book Three

by Barron, Melinda

  “Ready, set, spank!” The sound of wood cracking against flesh filled the room. Cecily jumped as Ethan slapped the paddle against her bottom. He waited a second, then swatted her again. Once he set up the pace, Cecily started rubbing her thighs together in rhythm with the whacks.

  Heat built inside her and she savored every spark. She wanted to move her hips, to show Ethan how much she appreciated the spanking he was giving her, the paddle landing on either side, and at times straying down to her thighs. Every once in a while, a catcall would ring out from the audience, male and female voices egging the participants on, telling them to spank harder and faster.

  There were giggles and laughs, mixed in with the club music. Cecily clenched her thighs and tried to wiggle herself against Ethan’s thigh. When he moved, she realized exactly what he was doing. He’d told her to come and try to hide it. But as she worked to build up tension, he was working to make her try harder.

  Master Ethan put his hand on the small of her back and continued to spank her. He was doing far more than the thirty swats per minute. Cecily was sure of that because her ass was starting to sting—badly. She closed her eyes and rubbed her thighs together, seeking the friction she needed to push herself over the edge.

  Ethan spanked her harder, and then, to her surprise, he pulled on the chain around her waist. Cecily put her hand against her mouth to hold back the scream as she came. She kicked up her feet and rocked back and forth as her orgasm ripped through her, harder than she’d ever expected.

  Master Ethan continued to spank her, harder and harder, and tears stung her eyes as the pain mixed with the pleasure.

  “Looks to me as if she doesn’t take a spanking very well,” Mistress Cassidy yelled out. The audience greeted her pronouncement with laughter. Cecily would have liked nothing more than to jump up and say, “I just came, witch.” But of course she knew she couldn’t do that. She had another orgasm to have, to meet the quota that her master had given her. And a third one to get the special prize.

  The second one came easier than she’d thought it would. Ethan was spanking her thighs, she clenched. He swatted. She clenched. He swatted. She clenched, and when he swatted the next time she came.

  She was still swimming in pleasure when she realized she had no idea how much time was left. Since the last movements had worked so well, she decided to try it again. Spank. Clench. Spank. Clench. But nothing was building. In fact, there was a small amount of pain centering in her lower region, and Cecily knew that no matter how hard she tried, there would be no way she could come before the five minutes was up.

  It had been a pipe dream to begin with, and she was sure Master Ethan knew that. She wished she could do as he asked, and she kept trying until the ring announcer called time.

  The laughing and giggling intensified, and the crowd started to clap, loudly.

  Ethan pulled her up so that she was sitting on his lap.

  “I’m sorry,” she whispered in his ear. “I failed you.”

  “It was fun,” he said. “If you’d made it, I would have been amazed, and you definitely would have earned that special prize.”

  “What is it?” she asked.

  He bopped his finger against the end of her nose. “If you think I’m giving up that information you’re crazy.”

  “Marcus used to tell me that when I asked him questions when we were younger.” She narrowed her eyes at Ethan. “I didn’t believe him, and I don’t believe you.”

  Ethan chuckled. “Most Doms would see your words as bratty.” He bopped his finger against the end of her nose again. “We’re going to have to work on that.”

  “Try as you might, I don’t see me changing,” Cecily said. “We’ve discussed this before, remember?”

  “Change?” Ethan chuckled wickedly, and Cecily shivered. “I don’t want you to change. I just want to let you know I’m going to be stepping up lessons on you and your mouth. I think you understand what I mean.”

  Oh yes, she understood. And she rather liked the idea. But it wouldn’t do for her to just say, “Yes, Master.” She wasn’t that type of sub. “Stepping up your lessons, huh? I was never a very good student. I spent a lot of time in the principal’s office, you know.”

  “And you will be again,” Ethan said. “Only this principal has no rules about corporal punishment. Your ass will be used and abused, and not always in ways that you like.”

  Oh, she understood all right. Cecily lowered her eyes and said, “As you say, Master Ethan.”

  “Shall I find you two a private room?” Cecily kept her gaze lowered, but she knew Ethan had looked up to where Mistress Cassidy stood nearby.

  “We’re just having a discussion,” he said. “Master to sub.”

  “Of course you realize that as a club there is no sexual activity here,” Mistress Cassidy said. “If a sub happens to have an orgasm that is one thing, but there is no penetration. That’s the rules.”

  “I understand,” Ethan said. He patted her thigh and Cecily stood. She looked around the room and found their friends. Dylan and Amanda were standing close to each other, and both of them looked very pleased with tonight’s activities. Chase was talking to the sub he’d just spanked. She was looking down at the floor, but he was rubbing his hand against her shoulder. Something told Cecily that Master Chase had just found a new friend.

  “You learn something new about people all the time,” she whispered to herself. Ethan took her hand and squeezed. Obviously, he knew what she was talking about, and he agreed. Or at least she thought that’s what the squeeze meant. Maybe he was on a totally different page. There was no telling, since she hadn’t been paying attention to what he and Mistress Cassidy were talking about. She tuned into the conversation.

  “We’re going to go now,” Ethan said. He squeezed her hand once again. “Don’t you have something to say?”

  Yeah, she’d totally misread the squeeze. “Thank you, Mistress Cassidy for allowing us to play in your club. It’s been most enjoyable.”

  “That’s good to hear,” Mistress Cassidy said. “I hope you come and see us again, and when you get Silver Creek open in Las Vegas, I expect to receive an invitation to the grand opening.”

  “You will,” Ethan said. “Cee, let’s find Dylan and Chase and make our exit. We have a lot of things to do tomorrow, and we need our beauty sleep.”

  “You more than me,” Cecily said with a laugh. He rewarded her with a look that told her she might get more of a spanking when they got to the tree house, and that was just fine with her.

  * * *

  Ethan stood in the open doorway of the tree house, looking out over the green grass of Dylan’s land. Off in the distance he could see the tops of houses. After going to Cassidy’s last night, Ethan was sure he could convince Shawn and Randy to open a Silver Creek Club in Las Vegas.

  Once they were on board, he wanted to start house hunting with Cecily. Hell, he might start before then. He liked Dylan’s place, with the land surrounding it and the privacy it afforded. Having a tree house for guests, or to use as a dungeon, would be perfect for him, and he was pretty sure it would be for Cecily, too.

  He looked over to the bed where she lay on her stomach, her arms above her head. She was totally naked, and she’d pushed off the sheets in the middle of the night. Her ass didn’t contain any signs of the spanking he’d given her last night. Truthfully, he hadn’t expected it to. It had been a very easy spanking. His Cecily had taken far worse and begged for more.

  They hadn’t scened after they’d gotten here last night. Instead he’d ordered her to strip and get onto the bed on her stomach. Then he’d fucked her until the two of them were panting with exertion. He’d come hard, but he had no clue if she had or not. That was something they needed to change. She had to learn to come because he’d ordered it, not because she wanted it. It was imperative to him that he knew when, and how, his subs came. It was something that had bothered him from the start of their relationship, but he’d let pass—until now.

&
nbsp; There would be a lot of changes in their relationship, not just the orgasm part. His dick hardened as he thought about their new house and tying her up in each room and fucking her until she begged for more or passed out because she couldn’t take any more.

  If they didn’t have much to do today, he might consider using Dylan’s dungeon and having a little playtime. If there was one thing, they needed to work on it was her need for smartass answers to statements. He loved it about her when they were alone, but there was a time and a place, and last night had not been either.

  They’d been playing at Silver Creek too long, and there he was too lax because he had other things to think about. He needed to correct that situation, and he needed to start today.

  It wasn’t hard to find the dungeon. Ethan had expected it to be fully stocked, and he wasn’t disappointed—stands, and spanking benches, and a whole wall of floggers, riding crops, riding bats, and pieces of leather made his dick even harder than it had been before.

  The idea of stocking a new dungeon was tantalizing. He examined the different pieces of furniture, and one in particular caught his eye. He examined the different levers and then pushed them to see how they could be used. Yeah, this one would be good to get his point across this morning. The wooden board would go up to her shoulders, and there was a headrest where she could turn to take his dick into her mouth.

  He practiced with the levers a little more to make sure he knew what he was doing before he strapped her to it, and then he went into the bathroom and jerked off. He wanted this scene to last for a while, and his dick was painfully hard. He would be able to get it up again when the time came, but that wouldn’t be for a while.

  * * *

  Back in the bedroom he found Cecily in the same place. He ran his finger over her ass, and then said, “Wake up, my Cee.”

  She mumbled and turned her head.

  Ethan went to where he’d taken off his pants the night before. He’d pulled off his belt when he’d stripped, mainly because he knew Cecily loved to see the leather doubled over in his hands. He’d teased her with it before he’d fucked her, tapping it against his thigh as she’d stripped.

  Now he picked it up and doubled it over before he walked to the bed and let it fly across her ass.

  “Ouch!” She rolled over and stared up at him, her beautiful eyes wide with surprise.

  “Back on your stomach, slut!”

  She did as he asked, and he let the belt fly once more.

  “Master, Master,” she said, her voice wobbly.

  A third swat made her cry out once more.

  “Hands and knees, Cee,” he said.

  She scrambled to follow his order and his dick stirred. He hoped he was right about being able to draw things out.

  “You know where the dungeon is, Cee?”

  “Yes, Master,” she said.

  “Crawl to it.”

  She started moving and he fell into step behind her, tapping the leather against her bottom as she moved. When they were almost to the bedroom doorway, he ordered her to stop. When she was in place, he gave her five hard swats, hitting the same spot. She whimpered and sobbed, and then he tapped her ass again.

  “Move it.”

  When she’d made it inside the dungeon, he stopped her once more.

  “Shoulders on the ground,” he said.

  When she was in position, he gave her ten swats, moving from her ass to her thighs, and then back again.

  “Master Ethan,” she mumbled. He could hear from her voice that she was crying. “Hurts.”

  “Really?” He gave her ten more and she stayed silent. “How about now?”

  “I’m sorry for whatever I did,” she said in a shaky voice.

  “How about being a smart ass in front of Mistress Cassidy?”

  “I’m sorry.” He slapped her ass again. “I’m sorry.” Once more. “I’m so, so sorry.” He gave her five more in quick succession, and then moved in front of her. “Come with me, Cee.”

  He walked to the frame, which had a hard wooden back. “Get up there, on your back.”

  She winced as she followed his order, but not as much as he’d expected. He should have given her more swats, so she would be feeling it for the next part. He attached her arms and legs to the frame, and then hit the lever to lower the chain that hung from the X between the four posts. The look of fear on her face made him smile.

  Ethan rubbed her stomach and said, “You like having a smart mouth, but I’m going to give you something else to do with that mouth. And you’re going to be in pain while you do it.”

  He went to the table with the clamps and found three, one for each nipple and one for her clit. She whined as he attached them, but she didn’t say anything else, didn’t beg him to stop. When he connected them to the chain that hung from the X her eyes widened. Then he pushed the button, so the chain recoiled toward the top. When her breasts lifted, and she cried out he stopped.

  “Nice and tight,” he said. “A good punishment for a bad little girl. Are you a bad little girl, Cee?”

  “I’m sorry, Master Ethan.”

  He pulled on the chain and she cried out. “That’s not what I asked. Answer the question.”

  “Yes, I’m a bad little girl, Master Ethan.”

  “And what do bad little girls get, Cee?”

  “Punished, Master Ethan.”

  He tugged on the chain and she cried out again.

  “Good answer, Cee.” He let go of the chain, then tugged on it again. “Does it hurt, Cee?”

  “Yes, Master Ethan.”

  Ethan put his lips against her ear. “Good.” He tightened the lever, and Cecily cried out.

  “There’s going to be some beautiful teeth marks on your nipples,” he said. He looked down at her. Tears stung her eyes and rolled down either side of her face. He tightened the lever once more. He looked down to where her slave ring hung suspended from the chain, pulling on her clit.

  “You’ll think twice before opening your mouth again, won’t you?”

  “Yes, Master Ethan,” she said, her voice very soft.

  “I’m trying to figure out where to go from here,” he said. “I might unbind you, replace the clamps with weights, put you on your hands and knees, and make you take it up the butt. You’d like that, wouldn’t you, Cee?”

  “I’d do as you please, Master Ethan,” she said.

  “If that were true, I’d hear it in your voice.” He stroked her forehead. “I can tell you hate that idea, and truthfully I don’t want to use it as punishment, because I want you to learn to love taking it up the ass.”

  Their gazes locked, and Ethan smiled down at her. “Of course you haven’t learned in the past year. But we’ll keep working on it. Now, I think the punishment will be for you to wear the clamps while you turn your head and suck me off.”

  “Yes, Master Ethan,” she said.

  He went to her left side and stroked her cheek. Before he could take out his dick, though, his phone rang. “Damn it, I forgot it was in my pocket.”

  “Oh well, I’ll call whoever it is back.” He leaned over and kissed her forehead. “Now, tell your master how sorry you are for not keeping your mouth shut last night.”

  “I deeply regret not minding my place, Master Ethan.” She shivered, and he was sure it was from the pain building in her nipples and clit. He didn’t want it to end so quickly, so he released the clamps. Her audible sigh of relief made him smile.

  “Better?” he asked.

  “Yes, Master Ethan,” she said.

  He stroked her cheek once more, all the better to make her relax before he reattached the clamps.

  “Let that blood flow back into your nipples and your clit.” He kissed her forehead. “Does that feel better, my little slut?”

  “Yes, Master Ethan.”

  “You’re my good little slut, aren’t you?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  The phone dinged to indicate there was a message. Ethan ignored it.

  “My goo
d little slut wants to please me, doesn’t she?”

  “Yes, Master Ethan.” The look on her face said she knew something was about to happen, something she wasn’t going to like. He smiled at her before he slowly reattached the clamps and pulled the lever to tighten it up.

  She whimpered again, and when he looked at her, he saw tears on her face once again.

  “The pain will stop when I flood your mouth,” he said, just as his phone rang again. Once again, he ignored it. He moved to the left of the headrest and undid his jeans.

  “Turn your head toward me and open your mouth, Cee.”

  She obeyed immediately and he took out his cock and said, “Suck me, Cee, and do a good job, or your nipples and clit will continue to pay the price.”

  As she took his cock in her mouth, the phone rang once again.

  “Son of a bitch.” He took the phone from his pocket and checked the reading. The missed calls were from Randy. “Keep sucking.” He hit several buttons to do a video chat. When Randy’s face appeared on the screen he said, “I’m getting head right now, this better be good.” He turned the camera so that Cee’s face came into view.

  “Do a good job while Randy watches,” Ethan said.

  “As much as I’d love to play, we have a situation here,” Randy said.

  “Stop, Cee,” Ethan ordered. He took his dick out of her mouth. He pulled up his pants, and then undid the clamps.

  “What’s happened?” he asked.

  “Someone broke into the office last night,” Randy said.

  “How did that happen?” Ethan sat down in a chair against the wall. “We’re what you might call a gated community. Did a guest break in?”

  “Whoever did it disarmed the security cameras,” Shawn’s face appeared on the screen.