Punished

by Penelope Bloom

  I lead Emmaline toward the hallway where I can take her upstairs and find a private room, but I slow my pace before we leave the room. I turn slightly, looking again at the stage and thinking of the way she was watching when I found her. I would rather take her somewhere private, but I don’t know if I could control myself right now. I want her so fucking bad I can’t be sure I would stop at her limits. I can’t be sure I wouldn’t find them and keep pushing past.

  Fuck it. I’ll take her here in this room. I stop and she bumps into my back. I turn toward her, loving the way her eyes are wide with fear. Even while fear is written all over her face, she still runs her eyes down my body hungrily. She wants it so badly. She’s such a natural submissive, I can hardly believe she’s never been trained before.

  “This way,” I growl, leading her toward the back of the room. I briefly consider making her stand directly in front of the stage, but I want to test her limits, not shatter them. I pin her to the back wall, pressing my chest to hers and bending my neck to whisper in her ear. “You’ve misbehaved, Kitten. You were watching the woman on stage get fucked by those men. And you liked it, didn’t you?”

  She gasps, squirming slightly against me. “Yes,” she breathes.

  I bite my lip. “Then you’re going to watch them while I finger fuck you. And don’t even think about cumming. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Where do you want this?” I ask, holding my hand up to her face. The room is dark, but I notice her makeup is a little thicker than usual, especially on one side of her face. If I wasn’t so turned on, I’d probably give it more thought, but the hunger in her features quickly distracts me.

  She looks at it, eyes full of lust.

  “Show me,” I say.

  Her chest heaves, and as much as I want to take two handfuls of her perfect tits, I refrain, waiting.

  “Don’t make me repeat myself, Kitten,” I warn.

  I see her eyes moving around the room, taking in the dozens of couples and the moaning woman on stage. She’s nervous, but she has no reason to be. None of them are even looking our way. It’s just a mental barrier, one she likely hasn’t thought of testing.

  A tight ball of excitement grows in my chest. I had almost forgotten how much I loved bringing a willing sub to her limits. Watching Emmaline’s eyes while she internally battles her dirty desire to let me finger fuck her in a room full of people and her desire to do the modest thing is almost better than cumming.

  Her hand tentatively rises to my wrist and she gently tugs, but I’m merciless, and I resist slightly, making her pull like she means it, practically begging for my hand between her legs. She pulls harder, face scrunching slightly with the effort. I drag my finger down her chest and stomach as I let her lead my hand where she wants it. I trace a line down her thigh, finding the hem of her short dress and then reversing direction as she directs me. I use my free hand to pin her hands over her head.

  I move my hand up her dress, cupping the inside of her thigh and finding her hot, wet slit through the panties she wears. Cotton panties, and I would bet money they are white, just like I told her to wear.

  “You wore the ones I asked you to because you knew I would see them. Didn’t you, Kitten?”

  She swallows hard, nodding her head. Not good enough. I want to hear her say it.

  “Didn’t you?” I rasp in her ear.

  “Yes, Sir. I wore them for you.”

  Fuck. My cock throbs like it’s about to explode. She has no idea what she’s doing to me.

  “You knew you were going to let me between your legs tonight. Didn’t you?”

  She nods, whimpering as her eyes squeeze shut.

  “You’ve been thinking about it all week. Haven’t you?”

  “Yes,” she gasps as my fingertip finds her clit. “Yes, Sir.”

  I take my time enjoying the way she feels through the panties. I cup her ass, my hand pressed tight to her by the tightness of her dress. I hike the dress up over her hips. I feel her stiffen slightly as I do, so I lower the dress back down, making sure she’s not so far out of her comfort zone that she doesn’t enjoy herself. Every bit of this is for her. Pushing her too far would defeat the purpose.

  I palm her pussy, moving in slow passes across her sensitive skin, absolutely loving the way her cotton panties are soaked and sticking to her. I want nothing more than to drive my fingers inside her right now, and then plunge my cock in her tight hole. Not yet though. Restraint. A woman like Emmaline is a once-in-a-lifetime type of submissive, and rushing things would be criminal.

  I look down to her eyes and see they are closed. “Open your eyes,” I say. “You wanted to stare, so now you’ll stare.”

  She opens her eyes, staring toward the stage like the good little sub she is. I move my hand inside her panties, passing over her mound and finding her wet slit. She sucks in a breath and holds it when I find her clit.

  “You only get to cum with me. Alone,” I whisper in her ear. “You’re mine. Just like your orgasms are mine. If you cum without me, I’ll know.”

  She nods, eyebrows pulling together in effort as she tries to hold back the pleasure.

  I work her mercilessly, circling her clit with my thumb as I plunge two fingers into her opening. She’s so fucking tight. Her pussy clenches around my fingers. I curl my fingers back, finding her G-spot as I work her clit.

  “Do you like that, Kitten?” I ask.

  “Yes,” she moans.

  I smirk. “Careful. If those moans get much louder you might draw a bigger crowd than the woman on the stage.”

  She presses her face into my chest to stifle her moans.

  “Eyes on the stage,” I remind her.

  She pulls her head back, the struggle of holding back her pleasure all over her face. I’m tempted to keep going, to make her fail just for the excuse to punish her again. I would if she wasn’t obeying me so well. I can see how hard she’s trying, so I finally pull my hand back, letting my fingers slide out of her. Her mouth opens and she quivers as I leave her. She leans forward slightly, both relieved and regretting the absence of my touch. I raise one wet finger to my mouth and suck her sweetness off, meeting her eyes as I do. I raise the other finger to her lips and watch as she takes it in like a good girl and sucks it clean. Her lips and tongue are so hot and soft around my finger. I can only imagine how good she would feel on my cock. I don’t think I’ll be imagining for long.

  12

  Emmaline

  I follow Logan out of the crowded room, legs still weak and head still light. The thumping music of the room fades as he takes me through the hallway lined with rooms and up the stairs. I can’t believe how close I was to cumming. I could have. I could have actually came with a man for the first time in my life. All I had to do was stop holding back the wave, but he wouldn’t let me.

  I could feel his huge cock pressing into me as he fingered me. I’ve never wanted anything as bad as I want to feel it inside me, stretching my walls. Logan is a real man. He’s powerful, confident, and he knows how to give me what I need. I didn’t know how badly I wanted… no, needed that until him. Now that I have a taste of it, I’m practically starving for more.

  All thoughts of decency, my worries about the business, problems in my personal life, and the way things with Ronnie and my mother are quickly deteriorating are pushed into the deep recesses of my mind. Logan’s presence leaves no room for anything else, and it’s a distraction more welcome than words can describe.

  He leads me into a room that’s elegantly decorated. A four-poster bed takes up much of the space, but there are racks of toys and tools for punishment like there were in the room he took me to last weekend. My skin tingles at the memory, and I hope with all my being that he doesn’t dismiss me again without bringing me the satisfaction I so desperately need.

  In a short period of time, being with Logan has already become more than something simply sexual. It’s an emotional step I didn’t know I needed to take, but now that it
’s in front of me, I’ll do anything in my power to keep it.

  He paces in front of me, powerful breaths making his broad chest rise and fall. I can almost feel his own need to take and dominate me. I want to just tell him to, but I know that wouldn’t be my place as his submissive. His submissive. I find myself asking the question at the front of my mind before I have time to stop myself. “Am I yours?” I ask.

  He pauses in his pacing, eying me through his dark mask. He seems to hesitate with his choice of words before he finally speaks. “You can be. If you wish it.”

  The promise hangs between us, almost like something tangible I could reach out and touch if I wanted to. “I do,” I say quietly, almost in a whisper.

  “Then you need to understand my rules. If you’re to be mine, I can’t have you disobeying. Do you understand?”

  I stand somewhat awkwardly, still just inside the room while he looms between me and the bed, watching me carefully. “I think so. Yes.”

  “Yes, Sir,” he corrects.

  “Yes, Sir,” I say.

  “Good. The most important thing for you to understand is that you are mine only as long as you wish to be. If you wish to be released, you only need to say so. However, if you leave, you leave. We will part ways and that will be the end of our relationship together.”

  “Relationship?” I ask. “Sorry,” I say quickly, realizing I’ve interrupted him.

  “No need to apologize. I want to make sure you’re extremely clear about the terms of our arrangement before we take it further. Yes. This is a relationship of sorts. It will be more intense than any relationship you’ve previously been in. It will be more inclusive, more intimate. It will be more. When we’re together, you will be mine. Heart, body, and soul. You will do as I say when I say it. You will place complete trust in me and know that my desire is to explore the limits of your fantasies, but not to push you beyond those limits. After today I’ll have a document drafted for you to sign so that I can have a better idea of your hard and soft limits. Beyond that, our relationship will be based entirely on trust.”

  I frown. “This feels so formal.” Some of the sexual excitement has drained from me, even though there’s still a faint throb in my core. What he proposes sounds so different than anything I’ve ever imagined. I’m overcome by a powerful sense of curiosity and tentative excitement, but it also scares me. It sounds like he could hurt me if he took advantage of my trust, just like Ronnie hurts my mom.

  He stands motionless, looming like an angry god while he waits for my response. Trust… The word keeps repeating in my thoughts. A relationship completely built on trust? I want to agree to it. I’m drawn to the idea, even as I know there’s no way I could completely trust someone else. My life has been a long, never-ending line of betrayals. Trust only leads to pain, and I’m not here for more pain. I’m here for the money, and I’m here for the chance to experience something I’ve been missing my entire life. If I have to tell him what he wants to hear to get that, I’m not proud of it, but I’ll do it. I just have to hope that trust comes with time, because I can’t stand the thought of watching Logan walk away. Not now. Maybe not ever.

  “I trust you,” I say.

  The smile that slowly spreads his lips is not kind. It’s full of promise and darkness, and I’m ashamed by how much that thrills me.

  “Get on the bed. Lie on your back,” he says. His voice is hard. Emotionless.

  I step toward the bed a little hesitantly.

  “Stop.”

  I freeze.

  “Take off your clothes and your bra, but leave your panties on.”

  I swallow, closing my eyes to gather the courage to do this. It’s not hard though. My body has never felt like this. I can practically feel every nerve tingling with the expectation of his touch. My core feels like a void and the only thing that will bring me satisfaction right now is to have his thick cock plunged inside me.

  I do as he says, stripping my clothes off quickly at first and then realizing he probably expected me to undress sexily. I force myself to slow, unhooking my bra as seductively as I can while I peek over my shoulder to see if he’s watching. I catch his eyes and the way they are roaming my body, taking me in. And I catch the outline of his cock against his expensive slacks. I let my bra fall to the floor and step out of the dress pooled at my feet, climbing on the bed.

  “Shoes,” he says.

  I kick them off and wait, sprawled out and completely exposed as he approaches. I’m self-conscious of the wet spot on my panties, but when he runs a hand down the length of my body, seeming to cherish every last inch of my skin, lingering on my wet panties, I know I don’t need to be self-conscious. I feel like a prize, laid out like something precious and valuable. It’s the way he looks at me and touches me. It’s impossible not to feel special when his attention is focused on me.

  “I will give you the orgasm you want, but I have to punish you first. You made me come find you. I expect you to find me. Do you understand?”

  I nod my head, eager for him to do whatever he’s going to, as long as it ends with him inside me.

  He moves to the rack of toys, running a hand along them and watching me as he does, likely judging my reactions to see which tool I would prefer him to use. I flinch a little when he moves past a three-tailed whip. I only have a hazy idea of what I really want sexually, but I get the impression Logan has an even better idea than I do about what would bring me the most pleasure.

  He reaches the leather paddle and I bite my lip, remembering when he punished me last week. I still remember how I held on to the slight tenderness in my ass the following day and loved it every time because it was a reminder of what transpired between us.

  He unhooks the paddle, never taking his eyes from me as he approaches. Without even looking, he rips a strip of silk free that was tied to the bedpost.

  “On your stomach, now,” he commands.

  I obey without question this time. The power of his voice and the intensity in his eyes alone allow for no resistance.

  He sets the paddle down long enough to tie my hands to a hidden eye hook attached to the bed frame behind me. He grabs another piece of silk and ties my ankles to the posts at the foot of the bed until I’m held tightly in place, arms above my head and legs spread.

  Trust.

  It occurs to me how much trust I’m placing in this man I barely know. I’m completely at his mercy, and I’ve never been more sexually alive than I am in this exact moment. Goosebumps rise across my body, as if in preparation for the blow to come.

  “This is for making me come find you,” he says.

  Whack!

  I jolt against the silk holding me to the bed. Hot pain spreads in my ass, but he’s there a second later, calloused hand rubbing the spot, mingling pleasure with pain in a way that ha my pussy clenching around nothing. I don’t want to disappoint him, but I also find myself hoping for more reasons to be punished by him.

  “This is for forgetting to call me sir.”

  Whack!

  I squeeze my eyes against the pain, relishing in it. The momentary burst of agony dulls thoughts of my lying father and my desperate mother. It makes it all seem distant and less real.

  More of his soothing touch follows, intensifying the burn but erasing the sting.

  “This is for fantasizing about other men. You only get wet for me, Kitten. You only cum for me. You’re mine.”

  Whack!

  I cry out, the line between pleasure and pain blurring, but I don’t care. The pain is washing over me like a drug and I can’t get enough. Some distant part of me recognizes the dirtiness of the moment, but I ignore it. I won’t let anything come between me and this experience. I’ve waited so long for this, not even understanding what I was waiting for. I brush aside all of my worry and let Logan’s dominance carry me away.

  “You did good, Kitten. Very good.”

  His praise makes my heart pound and my breath come short. I turn to look at him and there’s tenderness in him no
w. He takes off the mask and looks at me with more compassion than I would have thought possible from those hard eyes. “Are you on birth control?” he asks.

  “Yes,” I say, gripping my fingers tight around the silk bindings, knowing what’s coming.

  He nods, unbuttoning his shirt and stripping out of his jacket. His body is solid. That’s the only word for it. Hard lines and thick, smooth muscle covers every bit of him. If my hands weren’t bound, they would be all over him. He drops his slacks and his cock springs free, the tip glistening with pre-cum. Seeing how turned on he is makes me strangely proud, like I’ve done a good job for him. The feeling surprises me, because I’m doing this for myself. I’ve always been haunted by my failings in past relationships, and finding a way to overcome that means more to me than anything else.

  Or at least I thought it did.

  The head of his cock presses against my entrance. I suck in a breath, fighting the urge to press myself into him and force him into me. He eases in, slowly. I expected him to take me roughly. But the slow, almost tender way he enters me keeps my climax at bay, just barely. He knows exactly what he’s doing. He doesn’t want me to climax until he decides, and he’s not going to give me the hard pounding I need.

  The orgasm threatening to explode within me makes everything I’ve ever felt before feel like the trickle of a small stream. My walls stretch as he eases himself deeper and deeper inside me.

  “You’re so fucking wet for me. You wanted my big cock inside you, didn’t you?”

  “Yes,” I breathe.

  “Sir,” he growls, slapping a hand across my ass and making me jump.

  The show of dominance nearly pushes me over the edge, but he slows his pace as if he knows exactly how close I am and still wants to draw it out. “Yes,” I gasp. “I wanted your fat cock inside me ever since I first saw you.”