“Yes, I do think I would like to wait to see the dungeon, but I have a feeling Billie is going to be dragging me up there at the first opportunity. The guys didn’t waste any time in getting our GPS bracelets.”
“Oh, that’s standard here. Everyone wears them. If not for my bracelet, Kaylin would not have been able to follow me when Karin Sanders snatched me at the mall. Don’t resent the bracelet. It could save your life.”
The suite she and Billie would be sharing with Melodie and Logan was spacious and luxurious, and they would have plenty of privacy while they all could use the common living room. What could be better? Melodie had told her this was the same suite she and Logan had used on their first trip to the Black Dahlia, and she had done the gorgeous painting of Logan on the balcony. Melodie had shown it to her but not yet given to Logan. She was saving it for a wedding gift.
Billie and Logan walked into the suite with the bellman and a cart piled high with luggage. Pansy knew she had probably overpacked, but they were going to be here for two weeks. She was a fashion designer, after all. Bags were dispatched to the proper rooms and everyone collapsed on sofas and chairs. Melodie poured herself and Pansy a glass of wine and handed cold beers to the guys.
“I saw Jack Brown while we were waiting for the elevator. He and Kaylin are going to join us for dinner downstairs at seven. Then we can all go up to the dungeon together. Billie and I reserved theme rooms.” Logan had a smirk on his strong, chiseled features. He knew she and Billie had not made the long, scary trip to the dungeon yet, and he was getting a kick out of her obvious nerves.
“That’s great. Looking forward to it.” She wouldn’t give either of those two goons the satisfaction of seeing her sweat.
Billie leaned in and whispered, “And so you should, subbie.” He kissed her neck and she could feel her panties getting damp and her clit begin to throb. Geez, the man made her nuts. “You are going to love this.”
“That remains to be seen, Billie Crockett. That remains to be seen.”
Pansy couldn’t wait to get her New-York-chilled body to the gorgeous beach and pool that she could see below. The lazy river feature with sumptuous landscaped areas and waterfalls and the floating rafts and rubber tubes she had read about in the brochure was calling her as well. Their early-morning flight from JFK had been uneventful. Wrangling the five members of Dark Place, as well as Jasper and Max, through the airport had proven to be like herding puppies and kittens.
Finally, they had caught cabs to the hotel and had not lost any party members. From now on, the boys were on their own. Keith and Tyler’s girlfriends, Bellann and Mardi, would take charge of those two, so they should be okay. Guy Penrod would have no trouble finding companionship. His cut physique, classically handsome features, and blue eyes drove the girls crazy. Pansy knew that Melodie thought of the boys in the band as brothers, and she had to admit she had become very fond of them herself.
* * * *
Billie had every intention of making sure Pansy would love BDSM and the dungeon. That he was a naturally dominant alpha male was just a fact of life and not something he would change, in any event. He hoped that Pansy, who was an independent woman, would grow to appreciate the dynamic. He already had feelings for her that went beyond their sexual chemistry, which had always been sizzling. When she was under the gun with his cousin, Louis Capriccio, his protective instincts, and something else, had roared awake. The strength of those feelings had surprised him.
Billie had been keeping his natural tendencies in check for almost two months now. Vanilla was okay, but he was a chocolate with raspberry sauce kind of guy. He hadn’t wanted to overwhelm Pansy, especially before the Fashion Week show. He’d played with her a little, but they had not had a scene or visited the dungeon, although he had been sorely tempted to use their own private dungeon in the loft. Now it was his turn, and he intended to make sure they both enjoyed it to the max. Tonight would be Pansy’s first real BDSM experience.
* * * *
On the pool deck at The Black Dahlia Hotel, Fort Lauderdale Beach, Florida, Friday afternoon, February 12, 2016
Pansy and Melodie had wasted no time in staking out a cabana by the brilliant, sparkling blue pool while the guys met at the tiki bar for beers and nachos. The pool was only slightly brighter than the blue of the ocean off the beach. The air was filled with the raucous calls of the birds and the pounding waves, and there was a pleasant but brisk breeze to keep them cool.
Pansy groaned as she stretched out on the sun-warmed, dark-blue canvas chaise. “Let me die now. This is Heaven.”
“Told you.”
“Yes, you did. Smack me next time I’m that stubborn.”
“No problem, but I think Billie has called dibs on that particular chore.” Pansy glanced over at Melodie and saw she was trying to suppress a grin. Finally, she gave up and burst out laughing. “Don’t look so scared. I promise you are going to love this. Has Billie ever hurt you? Do you think he really could?” When Pansy didn’t say anything she continued. “The correct answer to that question is ‘no,’ girlfriend. You might get a hot butt, and he might play with your head a little, but Billie is a big teddy bear most of the time.”
“It’s the hot butt I’m worried about.”
“Are you kidding? I know you’re not a wuss, and the sex afterwards is so mind-blowingly off-the-charts you will begin to look forward to spankings.”
“What about paddles and floggers and whips and all that stuff I see online?”
“I’m sure Billie won’t take it faster than you are comfortable with. Trust him. Do you see me running away in fear or flinching when Logan touches me?”
“No, but I was wondering if you really like it.”
“Honey, I really love it. I wasn’t sure I would, either, but believe me, the rewards are out of this world. You will be meeting several other women who love it in the next few days. Kaylin and her friends are all engaged to Doms. You’ll get to see their interactions as well.”
“If you say so.”
“I say so. Now, relax. You should consider taking a couple of the BDSM courses for beginners. You can sign up at the front desk. BDSM 101 and Bondage for Beginners would be good.”
“That might be a good idea. I can ask questions I’d be too embarrassed to ask Billie.”
“You should never be embarrassed or afraid to communicate with your Dom. Not asking is more likely to cause you a problem than just coming right out with it.”
Pansy couldn’t help but be apprehensive. It was just the fear of the unknown. She was sure that by this time tomorrow she would be laughing at herself and her nerves.
* * * *
In the Italian Renaissance theme room on the top floor of The Black Dahlia Hotel, Fort Lauderdale Beach, Florida, Friday night, February 12, 2016
Billie slid the electronic key card through the reader beside the door of the Italian Renaissance room. He’d wanted something special and dramatic for their first time in the dungeon. He wanted to blow Pansy’s preconceptions of what BDSM was out of the water. She was hovering nervously on his heels, and he turned to her. “Are you ready for this, sub? Are you ready to trust and obey me completely, without reservation, knowing I have your pleasure and welfare as my first priority?” She looked doubtful and he held his breath. If she backed out now, he would be severely disappointed, and his cock might never unkink. His hard-on was getting painful. He was dying to sink his stiff cock into her hot, wet pussy.
“Yes, Sir.” He let out his breath. Thank God. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her long and deep. He could feel the nerves thrumming under her skin.
“Then take off your clothes, hang them in the armoire, and come back to me.” When she had complied, he said, “Remember what we talked about. You will call me ‘Sir.’ Your safe words are red, yellow and green. If you have a question or want to say something, you will ask permission to speak. Since this is all new to you, I will not deny permission. That may change later on.”
He hugged he
r tightly, ran his hands up and down her naked back and over her butt before he pulled away. “We will have a greeting ritual in the dungeon, and perhaps sometimes at home, but I will not expect you to do this every time you see me. You will know we’re in high protocol if I snap my fingers and point to the floor. Let me fasten your cuffs and then kneel in front of me and kiss my palms and the crotch of my pants. Kneel down now.” He saw that she was about to protest. He put on his sternest Dom expression. “Pansy, don’t start arguing before we’ve even gotten started.” He waited for her to comply. If she was going to fight him on this, they would have problems with everything else he had been dreaming of doing to her since the first time he’d laid eyes on her. “Let’s get started then. We’re in the scene.”
She sank to her knees and held out her wrists. He fastened the sheepskin-lined leather suspension wrist cuffs and ran his finger under the edge to be sure they didn’t pinch her skin. Then he quickly bent down and fastened her ankle cuffs and checked them for fit as well. He put his palms out and she lightly kissed each palm and then the zipper of his jeans. “After our initial greeting you will bend over, put your forehead to the floor and raise your butt in the air for your greeting spanking.” His palm had been itching to spank her nice, round ass, and he planned to scratch that itch today.
“Billie…” Oh, no. Here it comes.
“That would be ‘Sir.’” He had been expecting a protest from her. Now she just looked at him for a moment with her eyes narrowing before reluctantly complying. He knew this type of submission was alien to her, and she did not consider herself submissive. She and Melodie had probably discussed what she could expect in detail, and he hoped she had been excited by the information.
Before she could say anything else, he quickly connected with three hard, stinging slaps to her upturned butt and then soothed the red handprints he’d left on her delicate skin. He ran his fingers over her exposed pussy and flicked her clit, and her damp labia clenched. “Good girl. I see you liked that. Your pussy is already getting slick.” He would correct her position at a later date. He liked his sub to arch her back and present her cheeks. He didn’t want to overwhelm Pansy with too much criticism at the onset. He had a lot more in store for her. He was going to introduce impact play laced with orgasm denial or forced orgasms carefully so that she experienced the utmost pleasure along with a little pain as seasoning. “You may rise now.” He put out his hand to help her up.
* * * *
Pansy wanted to reach back and rub her butt, but Melodie had cautioned her against any mitigation movements, explaining they could get her another round of smacks. Pansy knew she trusted Billie. They had been sleeping together for a while, even though the band had been on tour for several weeks. Billie had certainly stepped up for her with the Capriccio situation, although she still did not understand what had happened there. But even more, she trusted her best friend not to give her false information. If Melodie said she would like this, she knew that she would. It also said a lot that someone as together as Kaylin Gallagher Brown, a homicide detective she had met at dinner, liked this lifestyle. Kaylin had given her a quick hug as they left the restaurant after dinner and whispered, “Hey, Pansy, relax. It’s going to be fine. Don’t be afraid to use your safe word if it gets too intense.”
Billie took her by the hand and led her over to a set of steel chains hanging from the ceiling. He quickly had her hands fastened above her head and her feet attached to a metal bar inset in the floor that kept her legs spread apart. She felt extremely vulnerable, to say the least. Billie circled around her, running his hands over her body. He smiled. “Very nice, sub. I’ve been waiting a long time for this.” What did he mean by that?
Apparently he saw the question in her eyes. “I’ve wanted to top you since the first time Melodie brought you to the loft after she and Logan started dating. I knew you had the grit and spirit to be an excellent sub. Some people think subs are weak or lack their own will, but in reality, it takes a lot of inner strength to trust someone else to this degree and give up control. I need a woman who is willing to lean on me but can stand on her own when she needs to.”
Hmmm. She was willing to give this a real try for both of their sakes, but she couldn’t say she was one-hundred-percent on board. She lowered her eyes. She had read that some Doms didn’t allow subs to make direct eye contact.
“Pansy, look at me. Unless I tell you otherwise, you are to look me in the eyes. I want you to see what I am thinking and feeling as we make these discoveries together.” She looked up and thought she saw a little humor in Billie’s expression, a little twinkle in his eye, as though he was going to start laughing. He’d better not, if he knew what was good for him. She was doing her best here, and so far it hadn’t been easy. If he laughed at her, she wouldn’t be responsible for her actions.
Billie walked behind her and put his arms around her body, gave her a squeeze, and whispered, “It’s going to be okay. I promise. Just breathe, baby.” His hand migrated over her breasts and abdomen. He teased her erect nipples before settling on her pussy. He gave it a friendly squeeze before he ran his fingers through her slick labia, spreading her folds open. Oh, that feels good. Just as she was beginning to enjoy the contact, he withdrew his hand and slapped each of her butt cheeks.
“Ouch.” She hadn’t been expected more smacks.
“Shhh. Just relax and enjoy. You know you are not to come without my express verbal permission.” Billie’s fingers were back playing her wide-open and vulnerable pussy like a musical instrument. She settled back against his chest and was relaxing when he withdrew his hand and slapped her butt again. He continued the torture through several more rounds of teasing and smacking. If he didn’t get to it soon, she was going to lose it.
Her butt felt red-hot at this point. The smacks didn’t even really hurt anymore, and were more like sharp stings as her nerve endings became desensitized. Her pussy, on the other hand, was aching for more than just his fingers. Melodie had told her she wasn’t to rush him along or try to direct the proceedings. That was “topping from the bottom” and was guaranteed to get her a real spanking. Well, what did you call this? I call it torture, but my pussy doesn’t seem to agree.
Pansy tried to wiggle against his hand to gain more contact. No soap. He removed his hand completely. “Are you going to be still and accept what I’m giving you?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Billie slipped one finger deep into her pussy and began to pump it in and out. He had magical fingers and always seemed to home right in on her elusive G-spot. She was gasping with pleasure when he withdrew his finger and then plunged it back, joined by a second. Oh, that’s better. Billie released her cuffs, took her arm, and draped her over a spanking bench with all manner of hooks and eyes to attach restraints. Her head was down, her ass was up, and her legs were again spread wide open. He stood behind her and rubbed his rock-hard erection against her pussy. The friction of his well-worn jeans was delicious. “Billie, please…”
“What did you say, sub?”
“Nothing, Sir. Nothing.”
“Right. We’ve only just begun. I have so many things I want to do to your pretty pink pussy and your even prettier pink ass. You know, I just love your ass. It’s not too small, and it’s not too big. Sort of like Goldilocks and the Three Bears. It’s just right.” What? Is he nuts? “I heard that thought, sub. That’s going to cost you four with the paddle.”
“You can’t hear my thoughts, Sir. They are private.”
“Oh, but I can, and I can read your very expressive face, subbie.” He stepped away and walked to the armoire. She heard his rattling around as he apparently looked for something. Finally, he returned and laid several implements out on the ornate credenza near the door. She could see a flogger, a crop, a short leather strap, and what looked like a vibrator or dildo. He stood in front of her so she could see what he held in his hand. It was a leather-covered paddle. Oh, shit. This might be about to get even tougher.
Her p
ussy was gushing cream and her clit was all but vibrating. She really didn’t think she could take much more, but apparently Billie was not nearly done. He stepped behind her and to the side and let fly with two hard smacks on each cheek. Yikes! That stung like a bitch and made the slaps with his open palm seem like nothing. She wished she hadn’t annoyed him with her loud thoughts. She was going to have to learn to control her smart mouth and her thoughts and facial expressions, it seemed.
Billie soothed her ass and knelt down behind her. Oh, no. She felt his breath gust over her wet pussy, cooling it. And then his lips were clasped around her distended clit. He sucked it into his mouth and ran his rough tongue over it before he gave it a gentle nip. That was it. She knew she wasn’t supposed to come yet. How could he expect her not to come? She struggled to hold back, with no luck. Pansy screamed and rolled into an orgasm that crashed through her body like a tidal wave and kept on rolling to distant shores.
“Well, now that you’ve broken my rule and come without permission, I think we’ll leave the orgasm denial portion of the program and move on to forced orgasms. I’ll see how many I can wring out of your body before you hit sub space.”
The amazing sensations still coursed through her, and she wondered how much more of this she could take. Well, apparently she was about to find out. Really, this was not what she had expected of this visit to the dungeon. She had thought Billie would spank her and then fuck her senseless and that would be it. She now understood that she had a long way to go yet.
* * * *
Billie was delighted with Pansy’s response to play so far. He wanted her to experience the ultimate pleasure and end up in sub space, so relaxed and spent that she was like a wet noodle. That would be the perfect way to start this vacation and the perfect antidote to all the drama they had left behind in New York.
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