by Jo Davis
“Sleep, my sweetheart. There will be plenty of time for punishment later.”
Helpless to do anything else, she fell headlong into the void.
Nine
Blaze hid a smile as he grasped Emma’s arm, escorting her into his local haunt. The same one in which she’d witnessed his scene with Ryan and Caitlin several months earlier, and fled. His friends who weren’t into the D/s scene and didn’t get it would likely say that he was cruel to bring her here for her debut in the lifestyle, but they’d be absolutely wrong.
The only way to get past what had happened was to meet it head-on and move forward. He refused to spend the next few years tiptoeing around the evidence of his life pre-Emma, shielding her from upset. And he knew her well enough to know she wouldn’t appreciate being coddled.
No, they’d lance this festering wound once and for all. Then she’d be free to embrace everything he had to teach her.
He had a specific plan, too. One that would show her how a D/s master worked without plunging her into too heavy a scene for her first public outing.
“You okay?” he asked, tugging her to a stop just outside the entrance. “You’re not too sore?” Just because he’d stood by his rules and administered a paddling as her punishment didn’t mean he had to be a bastard about it. He’d warmed her ass, and she’d gotten the point. And he’d immediately stopped when her bottom lip had quivered and real tears had formed in her big blue eyes.
“I’m fine,” she said. “Other than my pride. Believe me, I’m going to be a perfect little sub from now on.”
Somehow, he doubted that. Emma had much too strong a personality not to get into trouble occasionally, and the thought made him grin. “We’ll see about that. Ready for tonight?”
“I think so.” She smiled gamely. “Yes, I’m ready. But I still wish you’d tell me what’s going to be required of me.”
“I’m about to. Trust me.” He’d keep saying it until she did.
“I do. I’m just nervous.”
Gently, he kissed her. “I know. But you look hotter than a five-alarm blaze, and you’re with me. Hold your head up and don’t worry about a thing.”
And holy crap, was she smokin’. To match his usual black leathers, she wore a very short leather skirt and midriff-baring leather bra studded with silver rivets. Her high-heeled boots reached the tops of her pretty knees. Combine the picture with her short, platinum blond hair teased and spiked into a fun, funky style, and she was every master’s wet dream. The woman was so striking, her presence so commanding, she could easily pass for a Domme.
She nodded. “Okay. I’m really ready now.”
“That’s my girl. I’ve got you.”
Taking her hand, he led her into the dim interior, where they were immediately engulfed by sexy, gyrating bodies and rock music with a throbbing bass and heavy beat. The atmosphere was loose, dangerous, and rife with lust.
He loved every bit of it.
In a dark corner, where most of the room was visible, but was private enough, he gestured to his favorite table, which he’d reserved for tonight. “After you, baby.” She shot him a questioning glance. “We’re a team. You sit with me, at my side, not at my feet like a dog. No fear or humiliation, remember?”
His reward was a bright smile as she took her seat, and it made his heart stutter. He’d do about anything to keep it there.
“What would you like to drink?”
“You’re not going to order for me?” She seemed surprised.
“Some masters get into controlling every aspect of their subs’ lives, right down to what they eat and drink, what they wear, and where they’re allowed to go. But that’s not me. If I ask you what you’d like, simply tell me.”
“Okay, um . . . may I have a glass of cabernet?”
“You bet.” He signaled a female server, who hurried over. “A glass of cabernet for my lady, Jack and cola for me.”
“I’ll have those right out, sir.”
After the girl disappeared, he studied Emma, who watched the crowd, wary. He tried to see the place through her eyes—the eyes of a baby sub he’d been so many years ago. Yeah, the scene was usually intimidating to the new ones, as it should be. For all his assurances to her that most of the players were responsible and safe, jerks and users were present in all aspects of life. An untrained sub not well versed in the dangers of hooking up with the wrong master could find himself or herself in a shitload of trouble.
“It’s different looking at this place through the lens of a new sub rather than an outsider, isn’t it?”
Her fingers clutched his thigh under the table. “Very much. I feel like a bug under a microscope. Conspicuous.”
“You will at first, but I promise I’ll help you get past it. Tonight we’re going to further your training—no unreasonable expectations.”
“We’re not doing a scene?” She sounded disappointed, and frowned.
“We are, but I have something a little different planned. You’ll see.”
Before she could ask more questions, the server returned with their drinks. They’d barely taken a sip when Ryan stopped at their table, Caitlin in tow. He glanced at Emma to see that she’d stiffened. Her stony expression was centered on Caitlin.
Can anyone say “awkward”?
“Hey, buddy.” Closing his fist, the other man held up his hand, and they bumped knuckles in greeting. “Haven’t seen you around much lately. And where have you been hiding this spectacular—wait. She looks familiar. Have you brought her here before?”
“She is sitting right here, and the answer is no. He’s never technically brought me.”
Blaze shot her a warning glance, and she returned a mutinous one, proving he was right. His headstrong sub was already making waves. Smiling at a scowling Ryan, he worked to defuse the situation. “Please pardon my new sub. This is Emma, and she’s in training. You met her several months ago, when she burst in on our scene and gave me hell.”
At that, Ryan forgot his annoyance over her blunder. “Oh, man, this is her? A live one, eh? Looks like you’ve got your work cut out for you.”
“Nothing I can’t handle,” he said smoothly, then gave Emma a pointed look. “You will apologize to Master Ryan for speaking when you weren’t directly addressed.”
Her face flamed scarlet, blue eyes flashing with a combination of embarrassment and anger. “I-I’m very sorry, Master Ryan. Please accept my apologies.”
“I’ll let it slide this time, sub. Blaze, good luck with this one! You want any help with her training, let me know.”
“I will, thanks.” He’d thought about it. Maybe one day soon he’d invite the younger master in for a scene.
Ryan took his leave. To her credit, she remained silent until Blaze addressed her. “Do you understand the transgression you just made?”
She stared at her lap. “I spoke out of turn to a master, and used a disrespectful tone.”
“Yes. That’s a violation of a very basic rule and will require punishment,” he said softly. “I’ll think on it and let you know later what it will be.”
“Yes, sir,” she answered, voice barely audible.
Placing a finger under her chin, he forced her to look at him. “You’re in training, and you’re going to screw up at first. All you can do is take your licks and move on.”
“I know. It’s just not easy setting aside the stronger aspects of my personality with anyone besides you. I mean, in ‘normal’ society, what he just did, speaking around me, about me, and ignoring my presence like that is considered rude. And besides that, part of my brain went this jerk isn’t my master, Blaze is, and I don’t have to listen to him.”
“I know where you’re coming from, but this is a whole different ball game with a different protocol. Would you go to a stranger’s house for dinner and tell the host you hated the meal and the company sucked?”
“No, of course not.”
“Well, it’s the same tact applied here. The masters are the hosts, of sorts, and y
ou don’t diss them. Anyway, let’s forget about it for a while. Dance?”
“I’d love to,” she said, appearing relieved to drop it for the time being.
He led her onto the floor, and they moved to the grinding, sensual music, pressed so close he knew she felt the heat of his hard cock branding her bare belly. Holding her firmly around the waist, he made sure every master in the vicinity knew to whom she belonged and that cutting in wasn’t an option. So what if he engaged in a bit of primitive breast-beating? She was his.
After a few songs, he escorted her back to their table, both of them laughing and high on being together. They’d just received another round of drinks when a familiar voice joined the fun.
“You called on me for tonight, sir? I’m here for your pleasure,” the low voice whispered.
Emma’s eyes widened. Blaze stood, turned, and found himself with an armful of Shawn Dempsey. A sexy, slinky Shawn, with his dark auburn hair framing his pretty face and tumbling to his shoulders in a fall of fiery silk. Black leather pants hugged his long legs and cupped his sex invitingly, and his nipple rings were visible through the blue mesh T-shirt hugging a nicely muscled chest and flat torso. A shirt that perfectly matched cerulean blue eyes that were sparkling with mischief. And a dose of lust directed at both him and Emma.
“Is this your new sub, sir? She’s gorgeous . . . almost as gorgeous as you.”
Those stunning eyes held his in bold challenge rather than being respectfully lowered, as was required of a sub. Damn the little shit for knowing exactly how he affected Blaze, made him nearly insane with desire. Always did when Blaze chose to top him. Shawn was a handful, but that’s precisely why he’d chosen this particular sub for tonight’s demonstration. Emma wouldn’t get nearly as much from observing a wimpy, compliant sub. Indeed, Shawn reminded Blaze a lot of Emma in his attitude and independence, which made him perfect.
His gaze dropped to Shawn’s sensual lips . . . and his eyes narrowed, anger surging through him. “Who hit you?”
The boy glanced away. “I said something another master didn’t like.”
He sensed Shawn was telling the truth but that there was much more to the story behind the split and healing lower lip. A fading bruise was visible on his cheek as well, and Blaze wanted to find the bastard responsible and beat him unconscious. Shawn needed a permanent master, a protector. Blaze made a mental note to take care of it as well as the fucker who’d hurt him.
Seized by the need to replace the boy’s bad hurts with pleasurable ones, Blaze wrapped one arm around Shawn’s waist and pulled him close, ground his erection against the boy’s hard length. Ran a palm down the sub’s face to his throat and squeezed with enough pressure to make his eyes widen with a shiver of anticipation. Perhaps a dash of fear.
“Are you in the mood to play? To show my new sub how it’s done?”
“Yes, please, sir,” he answered breathlessly.
And then Shawn did something important—something Blaze wanted Emma to see from the passionate young man. He lowered his eyes and tilted his head down in an unconscious gesture of total submission.
That one simple acquiescence, done without pretense, shot straight to his cock, set his blood afire. “Both of you come with me.”
He downed the rest of his Jack and cola and headed for one of the club’s private playrooms he’d reserved for tonight. Where he’d bury himself balls deep in this pretty sub, and Emma would watch and be helplessly aroused. He groaned at the picture that the expectation prompted in his imagination and hurried his pace, confident that the pair was right on his heels. He wasn’t mistaken.
Sliding his card key in the lock, he pushed opened the door and slammed it behind them. “Strip to the skin,” he ordered, gesturing to them both, glad his voice didn’t crack.
The younger man did as he was told and in short order stood naked and awaiting his orders. His body was lean, his skin golden in tone, gleaming and gorgeous. His erection jutted proudly, flushed and weeping. Needy.
Turning to Emma, Blaze noted her vulnerable gaze, her expression filled with amazement and desire. “You’re going to sit in that chair in the corner and observe,” he directed. “You’re going to watch your master at work because it’s important that you see a scene done properly. As punishment for your earlier lapse with Master Ryan, you’re not allowed to touch yourself, no matter how badly you wish to. Understand?”
“Yes, sir.” She did as she was told.
“Go stand between the posts,” he said to Shawn. He appreciated that he didn’t have to explain or soothe frayed nerves, that this sub knew precisely what to expect. That the younger man had just enough experience under his belt to enjoy what was about to happen, yet held a healthy respect for his master’s hand. The fear of the unknown that titillated, stoked the fires.
Without hesitation, Shawn went to stand between the posts in the center of the room, spread his legs wide, and raised his arms. Blaze fastened his wrists and ankles in the soft, padded cuffs and ran his fingers down the sub’s spine, loving how the boy shuddered under his touch.
“Lovely. But you’ll look even more stunning by the time I’m done with you.”
Striding to the supply table, he searched the items laid out on top and found the one he sought. He took the strip of leather and returned to his captive. Bending, he wrapped the leather around Shawn’s shaft and behind his balls, tightly enough to restrict him from coming but not enough to harm him. A soft gasp came from Emma’s corner, but he didn’t acknowledge it.
“You look so pretty with your cock and balls presented to me this way,” he murmured. “You like that, don’t you?”
“Yes, Master,” Shawn answered hoarsely.
Next, he shed his own clothes, placing them in a chair, then fetched a bottle of oil and a medium-sized butt plug. Not as large as himself, but one that would prepare the boy sufficiently. After coating his fingers, he laid the oil aside and went to stand behind the quivering sub. Parting Shawn’s ass cheeks, he found the tiny hole and worked his fingers inside, encouraged by the boy’s moan of pleasure.
“That’s it—relax for me. Easy.”
After stretching him a bit, Blaze removed his fingers, placed the tip of the plug against the hole, and began to push, knowing that very soon it would be his cock sinking into the glistening flesh, splitting it wide. Patience. Draw out the pleasure until he begs, until he screams.
With the plug seated deep, he selected a flogger from its place on the wall, one with a smart leather tip. He held it up for Emma’s inspection. “See this? Wielded properly, it will mark this sub’s back with appealing lines, yet leave no permanent damage. Shawn enjoys a thorough flogging and could come from this alone if I allowed him to, which I won’t. The leather strap around his cock and balls will prevent ejaculation until I remove it and give him permission. Questions?”
“Have you ever come just from administering the flogging?”
“When I was younger and had less control, yes. Anything else?”
Mute, she shook her head.
“All right. Shawn, your safe word?” He had it memorized, so the reminder was more for Shawn’s and Emma’s benefit than his own.
“You know it, sir.”
With that, he snapped the flogger across the young man’s ass, causing him to jerk and cry out. “Too impertinent for your own good. Your safe word, boy.”
“Vanilla, sir!”
Shawn’s choice of a safe word made him smile every time. The kid was anything but vanilla, which made it a perfect choice. “Good. Now I’m going to mark that smooth backside, get you into the proper headspace.”
He ran the tip of the flogger down Shawn’s spine as his signal that he was ready to begin. Stepping back, he raised his arm and delivered the first blow, raising a red welt from the younger man’s right shoulder to his left side. Shawn jumped and gasped, pushing his ass back in clear invitation, already losing himself. Blaze laid another stripe, the line running parallel to the first.
“Ooh,
sir . . . more, please ...”
Lips curving into a smile, Blaze increased the strength of the blows, giving them more bite. The boy was lost to ecstasy, back arched, little whimpers escaping his throat. Blaze worked efficiently, painting a crisscross pattern of lines over the supple skin, pleased with his efforts.
“You respond so beautifully. Look at you, completely in your zone, ready for me. Tell me what you want.”
“Please, Master,” he moaned. “Fuck me.”
“Why should I?”
“Because I’ve been good, and I’ve done everything you’ve asked of me.”
“You want me to fuck you?”
“Please!” He writhed in his restraints.
“You want to be fucked, but what do you need ?”
“Nothing except to please you.”
“Good answer.” On another night he might’ve drawn out the boy’s torment, possibly whipped him until he safe-worded or used some of his more wicked toys on the sub. But as much as Shawn would love it, he didn’t want to frighten Emma with too rough a display. Besides, he was so hot, so close to exploding before he even got inside that tight ass.
Quickly he sheathed himself and coated his cock with some of the oil. Then he eased the plug out and placed the head at Shawn’s entrance. He pushed forward, entranced as always by the sight of a sexy slave’s little hole being breached by the broad head. Yielding to his cock as his length slowly split and impaled the delectable flesh quivering underneath him.
God, yes, he’d been born for this. To be a master. To give and receive pleasure. Immersed in a world with strict rules where the masters ruled and the subs knew how to serve them, and were made safe in that knowledge, in their masters’ care.
The sensation of Shawn’s channel gripping his dick was electric. “Ahh, yes. You’re so tight, so good.”
He stroked faster, losing himself in the rhythm of fucking the boy harder and harder, in the slap of flesh. Wicked. His balls drew up, signaling his impending orgasm. He reached around the sub and ripped the strip of leather from his cock. “Come for me.”
