Collared (Vegas Nights Book 1)

by Rayanna Jamison

  All of a sudden, the vibrator came to life inside her, with an earth shattering intensity, and she cried out in shock. Pax was sitting there watching calmly with his hand in his pocket and a smile on his face. When she looked at him, he slowly withdrew his hand. In it, was a tiny device the size of a quarter with only two buttons on its face. He pushed the top one, and the shaking stopped. A wireless remote control vibe? Really? And he expected her to go out in public like this?

  As if he read her mind, Pax shook his head slowly. “While we’re out, you have to try to relax and submit to my control. You can’t react as you did. If you cry out and cause a scene, I’ll have to spank you for your lack of control.”

  Holy hotness. Diamond didn’t know whether she should be terrified or turned on.

  “In fact,” Pax continued, looking very much the stern dominant at the moment. “I think I should give you a spanking before we go, just to remind you of your place.”

  She shook her head no, which wasn’t really a reflection of how she felt. The minute he uttered the word spanking, she had gushed with arousal, causing the vibe to slip inside of her. If this was how Pax was going to act all night, fuck not crying out, just managing to keep it in place would be the real challenge.

  Ignoring her silent protest, Pax patted his knee, and nodded. “Bottom’s up, naughty girl. Over my knee, right now. If I have to ask you again, shit gets real, understand?”

  She did and it was all the encouragement she needed to obey. All but diving into position, she upended herself across his lap, moaning when the thick muscles of his thighs pushed against the flat top of the vibe, shoving it deeper into her, sending shockwaves throughout her body as it went.

  Pax wasted no time getting down to business. Her dress came up, but the panties stayed up, and his large hand came to rest on the bare crease where her bottom met her thighs.

  “Tonight, you are on your best behavior. You are my submissive. Your wants and needs cease to exist, because I will be so in tune to you that I will fill them all before you ever even have a chance to think them. You will obey me at all costs. You will not eat, drink, or go to the bathroom without my permission. You are never to be more than an arm’s length away from me, and you only speak when spoken to. Forgetting any of these rules once we enter Rojo is grounds for immediate and public punishment.” He spanked between sentences, spacing them out so that she was able to focus fully on what he was saying, punctuating each and every expectation with a flurry of smacks to her crease and the tops of her thighs.

  “You will address me only as Sir, nothing else is acceptable. When we enter the club, you will kneel at my feet in high protocol position until I give permission for you to do otherwise. You will look to me for instruction at every turn. Not doing so is also grounds for swift punishment. You wanted to see what it was like to go to a club for fun, and you’re going to find out that if you behave the way you are supposed to, it can be quite the enjoyable experience. But if you forget your place, you might not find it to be so enjoyable after all. I, however will have fun either way.”

  She moaned in happiness as his paddle like hand collided with the soft underside of her buttocks. She was so turned on at the moment she wasn’t sure she would be able to stand without dripping straight through the mesh fabric of her new panties. He continued to spank, even after he stopped talking, and just when she was shaking on the brink of orgasm, the vibe came to life inside of her pushing her past the brink as his hand beat against her backside until she was screaming out in ecstasy. God, she hoped that didn’t count against her.

  Stiffening against him, she rode the waves of orgasm, as the warring sensations of the pulsing inside of her and the shock of each new swat sent coursing shockwaves throughout her body. Finally, the pulsing stopped, and his hand came to rest on her back.

  “Naughty little sub,” Pax teased. “Did I say you could come?”

  She knew he was teasing because he had told her a while ago that orgasm control was for experienced players and that as long as she was with him, she could come as hard and as often as she wanted.

  He allowed her to lay there upended across his lap, panting and shaking for several minutes, before giving her bottom a final pat. “Get cleaned up. It’s time to go.”

  * * *

  Rojo on a Sunday night proved to be a vastly different experience than it had been on a busy Friday. As they walked in, the girls were finishing up their dance, and Diamond’s eyes widened as she realized what coming here actually meant. She was outing herself as the boss’s sub, and he as her dominant. That would undoubtedly have repercussions when they both returned to work on Tuesday, a side effect she hadn’t considered.

  She looked sideways at Pax, in a panic, ready to turn around and bolt out the door. His only response was to place his hand on the small of her back and push her forward, causing her to hiss sharply, but take the hint. Okay, so they were doing this. This was happening. Every nerve on her body was on high alert as they made their way across the club, unable to shake the sensation that all eyes were on her. It was something she was pretty used to, but it felt different this time, almost like she was being followed. Diamond attempted to shake it off, attributing the feeling to the fact that she was in the club, with the boss, as his date, and she had a vibrator wedged in her panties. It was enough to make anyone feel self-conscious. She wordlessly followed Pax up the stairs to the secluded balcony reserved for the VIP members, sighing happily as they entered. This was safe. This was wholly less intimidating than being out on the main floor. The only people who could see her were the people up here, but she could see everyone down below.

  Pax took a seat at a table in the center of the room, and she followed quickly sank to the floor at his feet, following the instruction he had given earlier, and waiting for his signal, much the way a soldier waits to hear the phrase, “at ease.”

  She held the position for several minutes until he nodded and tapped her shoulder. When she was finally able, she looked around the room. There were a good two dozen tables in the VIP area, but at the moment only five of them were full. She tried not to stare as she took in the sea of faces that made up the VIP lounge. To her surprise, Sir Darius and Roxy were up there. Darius was dressed nearly identical to the way he had the other night, but Roxy wore a beautiful mini dress made of purple leather. The collar around her neck was huge and sparkled with an assortment of diamonds, amethyst, and rubies and seemed so perfectly customized to the couple’s personalities, Diamond knew it had been specially made. Roxy was the only sub in the lounge to be seated at the table with her dominant rather than on the ground near his feet. There were roses on the table, and they each held a goblet of champagne. It must have been a special occasion for them. She wanted to ask, or go over and congratulate them on whatever it happened to be, but she knew that wasn’t allowed.

  At the table nearest to them, she recognized one of the Tanners from the other night, and his wife, Petra, as the one who had been bound in rope the other night. Tonight Petra was free from her bonds, currently kneeling in front of her husband, with her dress pushed up in the back, while he simultaneously carried on a casual conversation with a man whom Diamond didn’t recognize, while sporadically assaulting Petra’s ass with a small leather paddle. Diamond quickly looked away.

  In the back corner was one of Lady K’s mistress companions, Mistress Carrie, the one who had offered Diamond the services of her slave-boy while she watched the show on Friday evening. Said slave boy was also in attendance, this time on all fours before his mistress with a bright red spiked collar around his neck. She too was wielding a paddle, this one seemed to be made of some sort of heavy plastic, and she was intermittently beating him with it across the short leather hot pants he wore. Diamond was beginning to see a theme she hadn’t noticed before. With the exception of Sir Darius, every single top in attendance had an implement of some sort within arm’s reach, and all the subs were on the floor, most of them in various states of punishment. The VIP lounge it
seemed was an environment conducive to allowing couples to punish or be punished publicly, while still affording them a modicum of privacy.

  She was both excited and horrified at the thought that she too could be punished publicly. Which was silly, as she had been punished in front of a much larger crowd than this one. But this was so terribly intimate. A quick look at Pax confirmed her suspicions. His small bag that he had carried into the club had been opened, and a small wooden paddle sat on the table in front of him, a tangible reminder of his many expectations.

  And now, it seemed, she had a decision to make. She could try her hardest to follow his edicts, and save her ass in its current nearly pristine condition, or she could take a chance and carefully disobey, therefore earning a punishment and immersing herself into the Rojo experience.

  She was running over the rule list in her head, and considering her options when a hostess approached. Even without looking up, she recognized that it was her new friend Crystal and her face burned with embarrassment.

  “Good evening, boss.” Crystal spoke cheerfully, giving no noticeable indication that she had even taken in Diamond’s presence. “We weren’t expecting to see you here tonight, and off duty no less. Can I get you anything to drink?”

  Diamond hoped for a martini to calm her nerves, but she wasn’t able to say so. She had no choice but to trust Pax to make her decisions for her, and to obey them happily even if they weren’t ones she herself would have made.

  “Two ice waters with lemon please, Crystal. And a straw.”

  Darn.

  When Crystal turned to leave, she backed up a step, and looked straight down at Diamond, who suddenly wanted to sink into the floor. Her face burned in shame, as her friend slowly raised her eyebrows, smiled knowingly, and walked away.

  Mortified, Diamond buried her face in her hands and groaned. Maybe she should ask permission to use the restroom so that she wouldn’t have to be here when Crystal returned. She didn’t get the chance. Before she could even turn to look at him, or open her mouth to speak, that damned bullet came to life, startling her to her feet, as she danced in place while it danced inside of her. And just as suddenly it stopped and she realized what she had done. Clapping her hands over her mouth, she turned to look at her dom. Pax was gazing at her with an expression that spoke volumes. His eyes conveyed amusement at her reaction, but his mouth was set in a hard line. One hand was in his pocket, and the other rested on the table, just inches away from the stupid paddle. Her stomach dropped to her knees. She questioned him with her eyes, and he nodded gravely. Making a swirling motion in the air with his finger, he motioned for her to turn around, so that her back was to him. She obeyed, hesitantly, knowing that not obeying would only make the situation worse.

  “Bend over, and touch your toes.” His voice was so low, for a moment she seriously considered pretending she hadn’t heard him, but her body betrayed her. As much as she was mortified knowing that Crystal was likely to return at any moment and see her bent over with her hands around her ankles, presumably being spanked by the boss, she couldn’t not obey. The thrill of not knowing what was going to happen, and knowing that she had an audience watching as she was publicly chastised was making her pussy throb and clench around the intruding object as she clenched her thighs together willing it to stay in place, as it seemed to slide farther and farther out with each naughty thought.

  “Stay in position, sub, and think about what’s about to happen,” Pax whispered, standing and leaning in close. She felt, rather than saw, his position shift as he lifted the paddle from the table, and she squirmed, in her place. But it’s hard to squirm while bent at the waist grabbing your ankles, so in reality she just wiggled her ass, making the view that much more interesting. Her dress was unbelievably short already, so now, in her precarious position, it barely covered her ass. She was incredibly grateful to be wearing panties, even if their sole purpose was to hold the punishment inducing torture device in place.

  Her face was bright red, burning from the knowledge that all eyes were on her, and the fact that she could hear heels, presumably Crystal’s, clicking as someone made their way up the stairs. Her worst fears were confirmed when the heels came into view, walking straight up to their table. She held her breath, once again willing herself to disappear.

  No such luck.

  Pax chose that exact moment to strike. Her whole body swayed under the force of the paddle—so much so that she almost fell over, but she stubbornly didn’t make a peep. After all, that’s what had gotten her into this predicament in the first place. The paddle fell twice more before the heels clicked again, announcing Crystal’s departure and Diamond wondered if she would ever be able to look her friend in the eyes again.

  She didn’t have time to think about it. She felt a weight on her back and realized that Pax had stopped spanking her, and instead of returning the paddle to its place on the table had chosen to balance it awkwardly in the middle of her back.

  “Don’t let it fall,” he barked.

  And she wondered what he meant, and how long she would have to stay bent over in this god-awful position with her dress riding up, the blood rushing to her head, and a wooden paddle balanced on her back. Just when she was convinced it couldn’t possibly get any worse, the damn bullet came to life, buzzing with twice the intensity as it had been previously, so loudly that there was no possibility in hell that every single person in the VIP lounge didn’t hear it and have some idea of what was going on.

  “Fuck, just kill me now,” she muttered to herself.

  Pax, cool as a cucumber, calmly sat back down behind her, and sipped his drink. And she was left with nothing to do, but stand there with this damn torture device working her up into an over aroused, sopping wet frenzy in a club full of people, and pray that the God damned paddle didn’t fall, because she couldn’t even imagine what the consequence would be if it did.

  So she stood there, legs clamped together, grasping her ankles, paddle balanced on her back, a loud buzzing sound coming from her vagina, just praying that she could hold it together, and that Pax would have mercy on her soon. Every minute felt like thirty, and after what felt like forever but what was in reality, only about five minutes, the buzzing stopped. The paddle was lifted, and brought down across her protruding rear one final time, and then she heard the blissful sentence excusing her from her current predicament.

  “Very good, sub. You may stand up now, princess.”

  As she stood, shaking slightly as the blood fell from where it had gathered and righted itself to her extremities, Pax grabbed her, drew her into his arms and kissed her deeply. The VIP lounge exploded into loud applause, and Diamond went rigid in his arms. For a brief and blissful moment, she had forgotten that she had an audience for the entire ordeal.

  Pax just laughed and pulled her closer, bending down to whisper in her ear. “Are you ready to go home now, sub? Do you feel like you’ve gotten the full immersion experience? Or enough for one night anyway?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  “Paxton, open up! C’mon, man!”

  Pax rolled over in bed and frowned at the clock. Five am, and he had taken the day off. The pounding on his door was loud and incessant, and he recognized the voice as Jason’s.

  Not wanting to wake Diamond, who was sleeping soundly beside him, he rolled out of bed with a groan, and strode quickly to the door, grabbing his robe off the hook, and shrugging it on.

  He opened the door and stepped out into the hallway. It was a private floor, which only he, Jase, and the staff had access to. Jase was standing there pacing, looking more agitated than Pax had ever seen him, and clutching what looked to be a rolled up newspaper in his hand.

  When he came out, Jase stopped in his tracks and stared at him annoyed. “Really, dude? Can’t we have this conversation somewhere other than the hallway?”

  Pax stalled. The suite was large, and the bedroom door was closed, but he didn’t want to risk Diamond waking up to the sur
prise of finding Jase in there. What if she came out naked?

  “Dude, I know Diamond’s in there. The entire world knows Diamond’s in there, and odds are, you’ve got a money hungry BDSM loving paparazzo staying in the hotel right now. So unless you want him to stay here, and continue to have access and ability to ruining both your lives, you need to let me in now.”

  Shocked into action by Jason’s words, and the intensity with which he delivered his speech, Pax unlocked the door, and stepped aside, following Jase in instead of the other way around.

  Once they were in, Jase mellowed, taking a seat on a chair in the living area. “Dude.” Without another word or any follow up, he handed Pax the paper he had been clutching.

  With a raised eyebrow, Pax began to unroll it, immediately noting that the publication was that of a global tabloid. When the headline America’s Submissive Sweetheart Takes Refuge in Las Vegas BDSM Club came into view, his stomach dropped. And then, when he flattened it on the table, and his own image came into view, a photo of him on the front porch of the guest house at Diamond’s father’s house, holding Diamond’s chin in his hand as he kissed her, the rage set in.

  “Holy fuck.”

  “Keep reading. That’s just the cover.”

  The story spanned several pages. It rehashed the accident that killed her mother, the recently released details of the accident, and the fact that the press had been unable to locate Diamond when the story broke. It spoke of her work at Aubergine, and finally, her newly formed relationship with Pax. The article referred to him as a “BDSM club scene aficionado, club owner, and professional dom.”

  “Oh hell. How bad is it? Do you think the public really cares?” Pax questioned, thinking about what Diamond’s father had said, and praying the older man had been right.