“Run ahead and inform Mistress Bev that I have need of her paddle and her stocks.”
Molly caught the gleam in Alan’s eyes. His smile widened when he said, “Yes, Master.”
Richard began to pull her through the crowd, and Molly realized that he wasn’t just cold, but coldly furious.
“We’ll see just how serious you are about this lifestyle once I redden your ass.”
Chapter 3
She should belong to me.
Bacchus wanted to march back over to the man and his new sub and simply claim her—right of first sight—as he had seen her first. But he couldn’t. Not here, and not now.
Not yet.
Bacchus watched intently as Richard Grant pulled his prize toward the staircase. The look on the man’s face spoke volumes. She’d already done something to raise her master’s ire. The redhead’s ass would to match her hair in a few moments.
Bacchus approved. Too many here simply played a game, donned a role they thought chic and only wore it while here. This club made for an expensive escape from the work-a-day world, where young bucks could come and live in a fantasy realm for an evening.
Bacchus had no patience for them. They didn’t understand. This was the real world, and all the rest, the fantasy.
From what he’d observed, Grant wasn’t one of those weaklings. All knew he lived with his submissive, Alan, and that his home featured many accoutrements that would make any master proud. Bacchus had never been there, never been invited to one of Grant’s private parties, but he heard the man even possessed a basement with a cage and a rack.
Thoughts of what he could do with the redhead in such an environment made him hard.
When I have a woman on her knees, my marks on her flesh freshly red, and her mouth opened to worship my cock, yes, that is reality.
It took no effort to see the redhead on her knees before him. She would be anxious to worship him, eager to offer her cunt or her ass for his pleasure by the time he finished training her.
He would train her so well she would race to don her shackles when he commanded her, so that he could give her fresh welts with his leather.
He had no doubt in his mind that the woman had been destined to be his property. There could be no other explanation for her appearance here tonight. He closed his eyes, envisioned it all perfectly. Everything he knew, all he’d experienced brought him to this place and this time, for this woman.
He very nearly laughed out loud.
Before the auction, the emcee announced that the submissives being offered for sale had never known a master’s leash or strap.
Let the redheaded witch get her first taste of her future from Grant, then. He didn’t have nearly as much interest in being her first owner as in being her last.
Excitement began to build in him, and he looked around the club, his eyes open for a possible temporary substitute.
None here suited his requirements, but he knew of another place where he might find what he sought. He might even procure a redhead to practice on.
All cats are gray in the dark. If he blindfolded her, shone a spotlight on her hair, it would be easy to believe he strapped and fucked one instead of the other.
Yes, he’d sate himself for now. And he would watch and wait. He would wait for his chance to take the redhead.
But he wouldn’t wait too long.
* * * *
Richard didn’t allow himself to think as he pulled Molly up the stairs to the school room. She thought she wanted him and this lifestyle? Then let her get an overdose of it, here and now.
He wouldn’t play games. He’d punish her for daring to challenge him, and he’d punish her for daring to come here, dressed like a wet dream, making him face how much he wanted her, how much he’d always wanted her.
God, I want to just bend her over the railing and fuck her brains out.
Mike’s baby sister. No, he couldn’t fuck her. It didn’t matter that Jordan thought he could, that Jordan believed her old enough.
Stop thinking. Do what you have to and be done with it.
One solid paddling would be enough to change her mind.
And if it didn’t?
Richard thought his heart beat faster than ever before in his entire life. His eyes fairly crossed with lust.
“Slow down,” Molly ordered when she nearly tripped on the top step.
“Shut up. Speak only when spoken to.” The Master in him took over and tonight that beast seemed more powerful than usual. Yet despite his words, he did slow his pace slightly to allow for Molly’s shorter stride.
And then they stood in the open door of the play area at Reckless Abandon known as the School Room. Most evenings, only one woman presided at the head of the class, a Domitrix whose reputation spread beyond this club—and this city, for that matter.
From the corner of his eye he could see Molly gawking at the room and its occupants. He didn’t look at her but made eye contact with the woman standing straight and statuesque at the front of the room.
“Mistress Bev, please excuse me for interrupting your class.”
“Not at all, Master Richard. Alan has relayed your request, and I am delighted to accommodate you.” She then looked at the dozen or so “students” sitting at the desks in the room. “It will be good for the class to see what can happen to a slave who is churlish.”
Richard didn’t waste another moment. He pulled Molly, wide-eyed but not resisting, to the front of the room.
Her gasp when she saw and recognized the device he led her to sounded like sweet music to his ears.
Alan rushed ahead of them and raised the top bar, opening the device. Too late, Richard realized the apparatus rested in its lowest position. It wouldn’t do to take a moment and adjust it to Molly’s waist-height. Speed and shock were his immediate goals. But with the stocks this low he was going to get another eyeful of her pussy. That wouldn’t help his will power at all. Brazen it out.
“I think you’re going to look very good in these stocks.” Richard said. “Head here, wrists here. Now.”
Molly quickly did as he told her, not speaking despite the rebellious expression on her face. Alan immediately set the top bar back in place, locking the device.
Richard took a step back to retrieve one of the paddles and allowed his eyes to take in the magnificent ass waiting for him.
Oh, God.
Her thong, swallowed by the lips of her pussy, added to her allure. Nothing had been left to his imagination, save the entrance to her cunt.
Blindly, he reached out, his fingers closing around the handle of the first paddle his hand touched. The business end was rectangular, about eight inches long and two inches wide and covered in bright red leather.
He grasped it firmly, testing its weight. Then he bent down to whisper in Molly’s ear.
“You thought you knew what this was all about, little girl, but I can guarantee you that despite whatever reading or research you’ve done, you don’t know anything. You are, however, about to find out.”
Richard straightened and let his gaze meet Alan’s. That man’s eyes glittered with sexual excitement, and Richard very much feared they matched his own, perfectly. He nodded to Mistress Bev.
“You have my permission to cry,” he said, loud enough for all to hear.
Richard pulled his arm back, then brought it forward in a smooth, full motion. The resulting thwack echoed in the now silent room.
“Ahh!”
Molly’s sharp cry of shock was the exact sound he hoped for. The tiny moan that followed was not.
Thwack.
He made the second smack a bit harder than the first. He meant business, meant to let the little vixen know she had no right coming here, no right tempting him.
“Ohh.” That did not sound like a cry of pain.
Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack.
She whimpered now, finally, but Richard didn’t know whether that sound meant pain or arousal.
Six solid blows, enough to get his
message across. He swallowed convulsively, aware that his cock had hardened. Alan’s had, too. This was not what he’d planned on when he brought Molly up these stairs.
He stepped back, and his gaze landed on that tempting cunt, now gleaming wet. The woman was at least as horny as he and Alan. As if to underscore this discovery, she flexed her muscles and her damn pussy winked at him, a siren’s call.
Oh, God.
Molly may have been the one who’d just been spanked, but he was the one who’d been brought to his knees.
“Slave, your duty is to obey immediately and without question, and to speak only when given permission. Do you understand? You may answer me.”
Molly inhaled a shaky breath. “Yes, Master.”
“Good.”
He stepped back and nodded to Alan.
While his partner released the stocks, Richard’s eyes strayed to the door. Jordan, with Marcus at his side, stood where they’d obviously watched the entire exchange. He knew his expression reflected the turmoil he felt. Jordan responded with a raised eyebrow. The expression on Marcus’s face looked pitying.
Fine. He deserved pity. He was about to fuck the woman he’d cast firmly in the role of honorary baby sister for the last ten years, even though she’d been an adult most of that time. He felt as if he just signed his own death warrant. Michael would surely murder him when he found out.
* * * *
Molly wouldn’t have believed it if shivers of hot, needy arousal didn’t just course through her body.
Being spanked turned her on like nothing else she’d ever experienced. In fact, as she followed Richard down the stairs toward the exit, Molly had to wonder. If he’d paddled her just a bit more, would she have come right then and there in front of everyone?
“Alan, bring the car around. Get the mat and the chains out of the trunk and put them in the back seat.”
“Yes, Master.”
Molly thought Alan seemed a lot more excited than Richard did about the evening’s events. Then he said, “Look at me.” She immediately obeyed. Oh, my.
His eyes glittered hot, the light of arousal so strong, the look he sent her so searing, she wondered how her skin didn’t hiss and crackle and go up in flames.
“You’ve done it. You win. I’m still not certain you have any real idea what you’ve let yourself in for.”
She wasn’t either, but no way in hell she’d let Richard know that. What she did notice, what she chose to react to, was the trace of self-disgust she intuited from his words and his expression.
“I want this. I want whatever it is you want to give me. You turn me on, and so does Alan. You’re the only ones who ever really have turned me on. I came here tonight for this reason, eyes wide open, with no second thoughts. The only thing I don’t want is for you to send me away.”
She didn’t know if he believed her or not. She let her gaze wander down his body, admired the girth of the erection that tented his trousers.
“God forgive me, I’m not going to send you away. Whether or not you run away, eventually, remains to be seen. Your safe word—”
“I don’t need a safe word.”
“You’ll have one, or this ends here and now.”
She’d better find her footing with him, and fast. She dared not declare ignorance. That might be just the lever he’d need to shove her right out of his life. So instead of what she wanted to say, that she trusted him completely and would take anything and everything he gave her, she cast her eyes down and said, “Yes, Master.”
“Your safe word is ‘Michael.’ That ought to work for both of us.” He looked at his watch. Then he reached out and, using one finger, lifted her face so that her gaze met his.
“It’s only eleven o’clock on the Friday night of a long weekend. You probably wore a different outfit here? Something proper and decent for the street?”
“Yes, Master. It’s in one of the change rooms.”
“Well, Jordan is going to have to send it to you because we’re not going to go and get it. Since you’ll be spending most of the next seventy-two hours naked, there’s no point, is there?”
Molly felt moisture pulse from her pussy and wondered if it would be enough juice to run down her leg.
He took her arm and led her to the door. The bouncer on duty nodded to Richard but didn’t look at her at all.
“You car is out front, sir.”
“Thank you, Jonathan,” Richard said. “Have a good night.”
“Thank you. You too, sir.”
Molly wondered if that had really been a smirk on Jonathan’s face even as she felt her cheeks flame. Without his cowl mask she could see the bouncer was blond haired, blue eyed and looked younger than she.
She guessed the mask he’d worn when he led her to auction increased the size of his balls.
The door to the outside swung open on its own, the result, she guessed, of the bouncer pushing a button.
By the curb directly in front of the building, a silver BMW sedan with tinted windows awaited, engine running. Alan stood next to the back passenger-side door.
“I’ll drive,” Richard said and led Molly around to the driver’s side. He opened the back door of the vehicle, then released her arm.
“Get in and sit on that mat in the middle.”
The scent of rich leather—fast becoming her favorite material—surrounded her. The seat felt plush under her. She felt grateful for the soft piece of chenille Richard told Alan to set in place. Her naked ass still smarted from her spanking and wouldn’t have been comfortable on the bare leather.
In the next instant, she gasped. Both men reached in, took hold of a wrist a piece, and secured a handcuff in place. The handcuffs connected to chains attached to the panic handles above the back doors on both sides of the vehicle.
Then Richard knelt on the seat and combed his fingers through her hair to hold her in place as he fused his mouth to hers.
Hot, carnal, his kiss flooded her with his taste. No flavor ever zapped her senses or fired her blood like his flavor did. His tongue swept her mouth, his lips sucked, and all she could do, all she wanted to do was open herself and offer him everything. She felt captured and enraptured as her belly quivered and arousal flowed through her.
When he reached and took hold of her zipper, a tiny voice inside her cheered. He yanked it down, all the way down with one solid pull. He cupped her right breast, palmed it, rubbed his thumb over her nipple, and she moaned into his mouth.
He pinched her nipple and she whimpered, arching her back to offer him more.
“Damn it to hell,” he said.
Molly blinked. He’d pulled back even though she wasn’t done tasting him yet.
The sensual haze lasted just another few seconds. Richard raised his gaze to Alan. “Now,” he said.
The men reached in and stripped her merry widow from her body, lifting her, pulling it down, in a motion so smooth it felt practiced. Before she could gather a sentence together in her head, each man reached down, took one ankle apiece, and, raising it, slipped a cold steel restraint into place. Then, as an added measure, Richard ran his hand over her cunt, letting one finger dip in to test her moisture.
Molly moaned and clenched her inner muscles in a bid to capture that finger even as he withdrew it. She was naked, spread-eagle in the back of a car in the middle of one of the busiest cities in the world with her body screaming “fuck me”. She needed Richard’s cock more than she needed her next breath. The men backed out and the doors on either side of her slammed shut. Then the front doors opened and they got into the car. Richard slid behind the wheel. Alan took up the passenger seat.
Richard adjusted his rear-view mirror and flashed a smile that shouted pure devil. Without taking his gaze from hers, he sucked his finger into his mouth.
Molly shivered and it had nothing to do with being cold.
“Comfortable, darling?” Richard asked.
“Not really,” she answered honestly.
“Well, it’s not that long
a drive home. To my home. And to keep you entertained along the way, Alan and I are going to tell you all the delicious things we’re going to do to and with you for the next few days.”
“She has a very pretty pussy,” Alan said.
“Yes, and a tasty one, too.” Richard agreed. Then he met her gaze in the mirror once more. “I hope you got a good night’s sleep last night, Molly. Because you won’t get much sleep tonight. Now, anything you’d like to say?”
Did he just toss her a challenge? Did he think she would cry uncle, say that stupid safe word, burst into tears?
She was a tougher woman than that.
The two men she hungered after for so long now looked at her naked body, promising to do all manner of delicious things to her. Did she have something to say?
“Hurry,” she whispered, “hurry so we can get started. Only please don’t get pulled over.”
Chapter 4
Molly felt the heat of his gaze and met it unflinchingly in the rearview mirror. She thought of being so close to having what she’d dreamed of having for so long.
And then she saw it, a look that told her he finally understood just how badly she wanted him, how much she wanted them both.
“Does being chained up like that turn you on?” he asked.
Did it? Molly certainly felt horny. It occurred to her that if she hated what he’d done to her, she wouldn’t be.
“I think it does.”
Richard chuckled. “Maybe you’ll like it more when I strap you down in my basement and play with you. A little slap and tickle, among other things. Would you like it if I blindfolded you? If, while you’re blindfolded, Alan and I both played with you? Touched you? Tasted you? Fucked you?”
“Mmm.” His words acted like a teasing caress against her nerve endings, making her all hot and tingly inside.
She caught Alan’s subtle movement, followed by Richard’s nod. He turned around in the front seat so he could look at her.
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