Spurred To Submission

by Desiree Holt

  “Yeah, but I don’t want everyone gawking at her until I get her inside and everything’s set. That’s why I want to bring her in the back. So, are we okay? Good. Here’s what I’d like to have available.”

  He rattled off a short list of things he’d need, and Clint assured him everything would be ready before he hung up.

  “Have you ever thought about exhibitionism?” he asked her without preamble.

  “You mean in front of other people?” she squeaked.

  “That’s what exhibitionism is. But if you’re too chicken to even talk about it…” Was she shocked? Excited? To his immense surprise, nothing he did or was doing seemed to turn her off, and it left him dumbfounded. Maybe he’d been looking at her wrong. He just had such a hard time thinking of her as anything but the kid who tagged after him.

  And I’ll be gone soon, with her hating my guts for the way everything, including the ranch, will have turned out.

  But he was drawn to doing this with her like a moth to a flame. Even if he got burned, he didn’t seem able to stop.

  When they turned into the Rawhide parking lot, he hit speed dial for Clint. “We’re here.”

  “And I’m set. You sure about this, Wade? I checked with the owner of your club again, and he said you wouldn’t do this if it meant trouble.”

  “I know we don’t know each other very well,” Wade told him. “But I promise you, no problems. At the first sign of any, we’re finished.”

  Wade hung up and turned to Zoe. “I need to adjust the rope before we go inside.” He walked around to the passenger side, opened the door, and untied Zoe’s hands.

  She angled her head up at him, forehead creased above the blindfold. “What—”

  “Just until I get your clothes off,” he muttered.

  Her body tensed. “My clothes off?”

  He stopped what he was doing. “Still time to change your mind, little girl.”

  The chin came up, that automatic go-to-hell attitude, but her tongue came out to give her lips a leisurely lick, and he saw an indication of something he didn’t expect.

  Rampant lust.

  Jesus!

  Standing her on the far side of the SUV, away from the club and any lights in the parking lot, looking to make sure no one was around, he pulled her dress over her head. His hands actually shook a little when he saw she wore nothing underneath. His gaze roamed over her body, taking in every erotic naked inch of her, especially the bare pussy that tempted him so the night before. He closed his eyes briefly to pull himself together, then bound her wrists again and tossed the loose end of the rope over her shoulder.

  He took one moment to indulge himself, giving her a brutal, hungry, erotic kiss. Her immediate response sent heat racing through his body, and he knew he’d better get on with the program. Grabbing a blanket from the back, he wrapped her in it and picked her up in his arms. By the time he reached the back door with Zoe in his arms, Clint was holding it open for him.

  “I hope you know what you’re doing,” the owner repeated. “As I said earlier, if you didn’t come with such strong credentials, I wouldn’t let Rawhide be a part of this.”

  “I understand,” Wade assured him. “I take full responsibility.”

  “Then hold on before I agree to let you proceed.” Clint touched Zoe’s cheek. “I’m going to ask you a question. Are you a willing partner to whatever takes place tonight?”

  Wade nearly bit through his tongue waiting for her to answer. If she turned back now he’d be shattered. Tonight, in his own way, he was opening up his life, his heart, all of himself to Zoe Hampton. If she said no, how would he get over it? This was the biggest risk he’d taken in a long time.

  “Yes,” she said at last, her voice low but steady. “I am.”

  She said it with such certainty that Wade wondered who was really in charge here.

  “Satisfied?” he asked.

  “Yes.” Clint stood aside to let them enter. “Come on. We’re all set up.”

  The performance area of the club was set apart from the lounge with a curved wall of glass. People in the lounge could see inside yet they were separate from the participants. That guaranteed that no one would touch the players unless they were invited.

  When Wade walked in carrying Zoe, the already subdued conversation muted to a soft hum as eyes followed his movements. A platform had been set up in the middle of the room, elevated about six inches from the floor. He set Zoe on the platform, making sure she was stable on her feet, then reached up for the hook dangling overhead. Keeping one arm around her and still holding the blanket in place, he looped the end of the rope over the hook and managed to tie it off one-handed.

  Once she was securely in place, he drew away the blanket, leaving her naked in the spotlight shining down from the ceiling. A collective gasp went up from the crowd. Zoe jerked as the sound reached her ears. Wade rested his palm at her nape and slowly stroked it down her back to the curve of her ass. He repeated the motion until he felt the tension in her lessen.

  “Are—are there people watching?” she asked in a low voice.

  “Yes.” He spoke with his mouth close to her ear. “Does it bother you? We can quit right now, Zoe, if that’s what you want.”

  She slicked her tongue over her lower lip again, that little habit that instantly made him rock-hard.

  “No. No, I want to—do this.”

  “Okay. Remember that, right now, I own you. Completely. But this one time, I will let you call a halt any time you want.”

  This one time? Did he expect there would be more? Was he crazy?

  She shook her head. “I don’t want to stop.”

  He thought her answer was equal parts of stubbornness, defiance, and desire, an explosive combination.

  “Okay, then. I’m going to say something to the audience first. Then I’m going to insert some toys into you and clip your nipples. I want to use the short little thin whip on you. After last night, I have a feeling you’ll enjoy it. But first, I’m going to spank you, then we’ll see. Nod your head if you understand.”

  She nodded, and he took a step back.

  He picked up the wireless mic on the table on the platform. Speakers at the ceiling broadcast into the lounge area.

  “Not many of you know me,” he began. “I’m a visitor to the area, and the manager of the dungeon I belong to authenticated me for a guest pass. This woman has never been trained or used as a sub before, but she has shown me a desire to at least experiment. This will be a short, but I hope successful, performance.”

  He put the mic down and moved back to Zoe.

  “Spread your legs apart,” he murmured. “Usually, in this situation, the sub’s ankles are manacled to keep them apart, but I don’t think you’re ready for that.”

  She shifted her feet to do as he said, spreading them as wide as she could and still keep her balance. So far so good. She jerked when he slid one hand between her thighs and probed her cunt, testing her wetness. Jesus, she was soaked, and they had barely begun.

  Taking a sizable dildo from the table, he crouched down so he could part her labia and slowly inserted the toy inside her channel. The little moan she made was so soft he almost missed it.

  “Good girl,” he praised and stroked his hand down her back again.

  Squeezing lube in a generous amount onto one finger, he spread the cheeks of her ass and rubbed it into the sphincter muscles until the area was completely coated. He worked the next portion of lube slowly into her anus, the sound of her little inhalation going straight to his balls.

  Hell’s bells.

  He was doing this to show her how rough he liked things, to introduce her to the extremes of his taste, to get her off his back. But he was more turned on than ever and he had a long way to go here.

  When he was certain her rectum was properly and thoroughly prepared, he picked up a butt plug, separated the cheeks of her buttocks again, and slowly pushed it inside. She jolted again from the unfamiliar pressure and fullness.
r />   “Take a deep breath, Zoe. Very deep. Like that. And let it out slowly.”

  As she exhaled, he thrust the plug all the way in, and when it settled in place, he slapped each cheek lightly.

  Walking around in front of her, he lowered his head to take first one then the other nipple into his mouth, wetting them fully before attaching a clothespin to each one. The little sounds she made of pleasure edged with discomfort were having a distinct effect on his cock. It hadn’t been his intention to be an active participant in this performance, but his body was sending him strong signals to change his mind.

  “Ready for the next act?” he murmured.

  Zoe nodded. Her entire body tightened for a moment, then slowly relaxed.

  “It’s better if you don’t tense up,” he told her. “Just keep taking deep breaths and let them out slowly. Here we go. With a little something extra.”

  Reaching between her legs, he twisted the base of the dildo to turn it onto low vibration. Zoe tried to squeeze her legs together, but Wade smacked her on the inside of each thigh.

  “None of that,” he warned.

  She bit into her lower lip but kept her feet apart.

  “All these things will arouse you,” he told her. “You will want to come, but you do not have permission. I control when and if you have your orgasm. It won’t be easy, little girl. Nod your head if you understand.”

  She nodded. “Not…little girl,” she ground out.

  Jesus! She was a real pistol. How much will she really take?

  The spanking began with the same force and tempo as the night before, no warming up, just direct hard smacks. They increased in speed and power as he slapped her mouthwatering curves again and again. The redness of a blush of heat spread nicely over the area, up to her waist and down to her thighs as he progressed. Partway through he had to change hands because the one was stinging so much.

  He waited for her to tell him to stop, to beg for mercy. Something. Anything. But it seemed he’d misjudged her. As the spanking continued her cries of pain morphed into those of pleasure, then became one long sensual sound. He watched her carefully, noting that she was visibly controlling her natural impulse for release. But doing so made her tense her muscles so the effect of the slaps only increased.

  There was very little conversation in the background. The few times he glanced through the glass, he saw nearly everyone staring, spellbound. The presentation of an uninitiated was always cause for great fascination.

  Tears rolled down her cheeks, but Zoe never asked him to stop. Never asked for relief. When he did stop, he put his hand on her nape as before and stroked down her back, lightly scraping his nails over her reddened ass. He knew from experience that this heightened both the pain and the arousal.

  “Ready to quit?” he asked, sure she’d had enough.

  She shook her head mutely.

  He wanted to point out they’d already gone past last night’s punishment, but she was beginning to piss him off. He’d done this to cure her, but it didn’t seem to be working out that way.

  He picked up the little whip like the one he used on Crystal and let the thin strip of leather slide through his palm. Then, with only slight misgivings, he began to apply it to her already burning ass. She jerked each time it bit into her skin, and even though more tears seeped from her eyes, she never asked him to stop.

  After ten strokes, he couldn’t stand it anymore. This was as far as he would take an initiate. More and he could do real damage. Besides, he was so fucking horny he was about to explode himself.

  Tossing the whip aside, he stripped off his clothes and rolled on a condom. He had fucked subs before as part of a performance and gotten a huge jolt from it. Tonight, that desire was even stronger, and he wasn’t going to deny himself.

  Zoe cried out when he turned off the dildo and slid it from her channel. He left the butt plug in place and lifted her legs to wrap them around his waist.

  “The payoff, little girl,” he growled. “In a minute, you’ll get to come. Say thank you.”

  “Thank you,” she whispered in a shaky voice.

  Positioning himself at her opening, he thrust into her with one powerful stroke. This wouldn’t last long. He could feel her on the edge and already he could sense his own impending climax, the tightening of his balls and the muscles at the small of his back. A few strokes was all it took for both of them.

  “Now,” he ordered. “Come now.”

  They exploded together, the shudders violent in their intensity as they spasmed together.

  When the orgasm dissipated to only tiny tremors, he carefully slid from her body and lowered her legs to the floor. He wrapped the used condom in one of the wipes provided and dropped the debris into a small paper bag. Next came the butt plug, slipped from the clutch of her muscles, tugged out as roughly as he’d inserted it. Finally, the clothespin. As blood surged into her nipples, a tiny cry burst from her mouth. Wade took each abused bud into his mouth and licked and sucked it until the initial pain eased.

  Only then did he lower the rope, remove it from Zoe’s wrists, and lift her into his arms. She was shivering and shaking, tears still tracking down her cheeks, a soft moan a continuous sound from her mouth.

  Wade himself was weak from the orgasm, but he pulled himself together, knowing he had to take care of Zoe. As he stepped down from the stage, holding her, there was strong applause from the audience. He nodded his head once.

  Clint was waiting for him at the entrance to the area, a key card in his hand.

  “Second room on the right,” he said. “Damn, but she’s something else.”

  “I know,” Wade agreed. “That’s the trouble.”

  “Let me get your clothes for you.”

  The first thing Wade did when he locked the door to the private room was lower his lips to hers in a kiss more tender than any he’d ever given in his life. Just a breath of a touch but enough to satisfy his own need and hopefully let her know how emotional tonight had been for him. He licked the seam and teased the corners before pressing his mouth to hers for one more brief moment.

  Then he turned to providing the aftercare she needed, feeding her sips of water from a glass while he smoothed healing salve over her skin. The entire time they were in the room he said nothing to her except to tell her he was leaving the blindfold on until they were home. He knew it would allow her to curl into a mental cocoon where she could assimilate the effects of the spanking, the whipping. The performance. She could retreat into a private place.

  Thankfully, Zoe didn’t seem inclined to conversation as she tried to recover herself, and Wade was too busy with the conflicting thoughts racing around in his mind. Tonight was supposed to be about curing her once and for all.

  But he had a lot of unpleasant soul searching to do because things hadn’t turned out quite the way he expected. Her reactions had called up enough emotional turmoil in him to last a month, but it was the intensity of their shared climax that scared the shit out of him.

  Good going, smartass. Get yourself out of this one.

  While he’d been taking care of her, Clint had been warming the blanket for him. As soon as he was dressed, he buzzed for someone to bring it to him. Wrapping Zoe in it, he carried her out to the SUV.

  They were just as quiet on the way home. Thankfully, partway there, she fell asleep. He would take her to her house and make sure she was safely in bed. That was tonight. What about tomorrow? And the feelings he didn’t seem to know what to do with?

  Chapter Five

  Zoe stood on the front porch, sipping hot coffee from a familiar chipped mug and watching the morning sun paint the landscape with tones of gold. She was surprised when she opened her eyes and looked at her little clock that she hadn’t slept later after the exhausting evening. But her brain was in overactive mode, prodding her awake, so she’d gotten up and fixed a pot of coffee.

  With her first cup, she’d surfed the Internet in search of information on BDSM. Some of the things she found shocked
her, others excited her. She discovered that the state she’d fallen into was called subspace, a very special place a sub entered when he or she totally trusted his or her Dom and was totally immersed in an intense scene. Well, she hadn’t exactly acknowledged Wade as her Dom. She hadn’t acknowledged him as her anything. But she had given him her complete trust, and the scene was certainly intense.

  Would she do it again?

  She shocked herself by admitting she would not only do it again but wanted a repeat as soon as possible. Oh, not in a public place, but in privacy where she could convince Wade to help her explore this world. She slid a glance toward the man’s house, wondering if he was up yet and how he felt about the night before. Did he regret it? Resent it? He’d been trying so hard to chase her away, to put up walls. Last night had been all about sending her running like a scared animal, but she’d surprised him.

  Surprised herself, too.

  Somehow, she had to find the right time to talk to him, to make him discuss it with her. She hadn’t been the only one enjoying what happened. He could fool her with words, but not with the reaction of his body. Or the tenderness he showed her afterward.

  She wanted to tell him how she felt and hope he would open the door to a different relationship. No longer could she avoid the fact that she’d been in love with Wade Cameron all these years. She wanted him to let her step into his world and see where they could go together. But there was a huge wall she had to climb with him that would take a lot of work on her part.

  Never mind. She was willing.

  Sitting down turned out to be more uncomfortable than she expected so she refilled the mug and carried it outside. She smiled as she eased a hand over her still sore buttocks. Who ever thought independent Zoe Hampton would give herself over so completely to man, to do with as he wished?

  Or that she would unexpectedly crave the kind of sex he demanded, the erotic mixture of pain and pleasure. Or willingly perform naked before an audience of strangers. A warm flush raced over her body as memories of the previous evening slammed into her.

  Even now, her body reacted instantly to the mental images blossoming in her mind. Her pussy throbbed with need, liquid soaking her sleep shorts, and her tormented nipples begged for attention.