The King of Infierno

by Jasmine Hill

  “Perhaps I should go back to the hotel,” she murmured.

  Fernando eyed her over the top of his glass. “Do you think that’s wise?”

  She shrugged. “I don’t know where Donovan’s gone, but obviously Delores needed to speak with him about something private.”

  Fernando sighed and placed his glass on the table. “If you are so set on leaving, I will come with you. Of course, I risk life and limb by taking you away from here. El Rey will not be happy.” He gave a pointed look at her necklace. “He has you collared, which means I will be breaking one of the cardinal rules—interfering with another Dom’s sub.”

  “I’ll tell him that I insisted on leaving,” she assured him.

  He stood and held his hand out for her. “You should know that defying your Dom will have dire consequences. I appreciate you are new to the lifestyle, but you understand that much, yes?”

  He rested his hand at her elbow and guided her toward the door.

  “I understand,” she confirmed. “But he said that he wouldn’t leave me alone and made me promise to stay by his side.”

  “But you weren’t alone. I was with you. He never would have left you had I not been there. Are you doing this to punish him?”

  She couldn’t put her finger on exactly why she was so determined to leave, but running into Donovan’s ex had made her feel incredibly awkward, and oddly, like she was an interloper. As if she was somewhere playing at something that she shouldn’t be. Everyone in the club would know that Makayla was a novice and inexperienced in the scene and they’d also know that Dolores wasn’t.

  Makayla shook her head. “I just don’t feel comfortable.”

  “Very well. Collect your belongings while I hail us a taxi.”

  * * * *

  Donovan stalked toward the bar. He hadn’t seen Lola in two years and she turned up the very night that he was initiating Makayla into the club lifestyle. She’d sought him out under the guise of giving him a message from his parents, but he knew that her intention was to make a nuisance of herself in front of his new sub. And what the hell was she doing visiting his parents anyway? It would just send them the wrong message.

  He stood at the entry to the bar area and scanned the crowd. There was no sign of Makayla. He pushed a hand through his hair and squared his jaw. “Where is the woman I was with?” he asked the bartender.

  “She left with Martínez.”

  “What the fuck?” Donovan snarled, impotent rage coursing through his veins. The man obviously had a death wish. How dare he leave with Donovan’s submissive!

  Donovan stalked to the exit and hailed a cab, jumping in quickly and barking directions to the driver. He looked at his watch. He’d been waylaid by Dolores for over thirty minutes. He should have just ignored her and not have given her the satisfaction of his attention.

  What the hell was Makayla thinking by leaving with Martínez? She’d know that Donovan would be pissed off. Was she testing him? She’d better hope that her backside had recovered from her spanking because she was just about to experience what a real punishment was all about. He had that unreasonable fear again, clenching his gut. He knew it was crazy, but that was what she did to him, making him even angrier at her thoughtlessness.

  Finally, they pulled up in front of the hotel. He paid the driver and strode into the lobby. It was late but there were still groups of people milling around the foyer, laughing and drinking. He spied Makayla sitting with Fernando. He stalked over to them, his jaw tight with tension, but the fear clenching his gut had started to abate as soon as he caught sight of her. He grasped Makayla under the arms and hauled her to her feet.

  “Donovan,” she breathed in surprise. “You startled me.”

  Donovan cupped the nape of her neck and turned her toward the elevators. He shot a glare over his shoulder at Fernando. “I’ll talk to you later!”

  “Fernando wanted me to stay, but I was insistent on leaving,” she babbled.

  He ignored her and started walking in the direction of the elevator bank, keeping his hand firmly on her neck.

  “Please, I’m sorry. I just felt uncomfortable and I didn’t know where you’d gone.”

  He punched in the code for the elevator and urged Makayla forward, stepping inside after her.

  Donovan could see the anxiety etched across her face and it pleased him immensely. Good, she was nervous.

  “What are you going to do?” she asked, a slight tremor in her voice.

  “I’m going to punish you, of course. What did you expect?” He gave her a hard look. “Did you leave to test me, Makayla?”

  “No. I told you I was uncomfortable after your ex showed up.”

  “That’s exactly what she is, an ex,” he snarled. “She has nothing to do with us. In fact, that’s the first time I’ve seen her in two years.”

  They arrived at their suite. Donovan unlocked the door, urging Makayla onward.

  “Go into the bedroom. Get undressed and kneel by the end of the bed.”

  She scurried to do his bidding and disappeared behind the bedroom door. He wandered over to the iPod docking station and selected Sacrifice by Aghast. It was music to suit his mood—sinister. He took a couple of deep breaths. He shouldn’t have touched her in anger. He needed to be in total control of his emotions and his actions. When he’d realized that she was safe and he had her back, he’d felt a great wave of relief wash through him. He was still furious, but his fear had left him. He waited for five minutes, quieting his breathing and drawing out Makayla’s anxiety. When he felt calm enough, he entered the bedroom. She was kneeling on the floor at the foot of the bed, her hair loose and flowing around her bowed head, her beautiful skin bare and glowing softly from the illumination of the bedside lamp. She stiffened when she noticed him enter the room.

  “You know that I was scared for you,” he said, his voice resonating deeply. It was his Dom’s voice. “What you did, leaving like that, was thoughtless and disobedient.”

  “I’m sorry, Sir,” she whispered.

  “And you left with another Dom, of all people. You’re mine! You don’t leave a premises in the company of another Dom without my permission!”

  She jumped, startled at his harsh tone.

  He strode over to the dresser and removed what he required. The music’s tempo built around them, haunting voices now adding to the dark beat. He watched as a shiver rippled down Makayla’s spine. She was affected—that was good.

  He stood behind her quietly, drawing out her unease. He wanted her off balance, and he needed her to realize that what she’d done was not acceptable. Even outside a D/s relationship, it was thoughtless to up and leave your partner without a word, particularly in an unfamiliar country.

  Finally, he leaned forward, bending at the waist. “Stand up.” He spoke softly into her ear.

  She wobbled to her feet. He grasped her shoulders and spun her around to face him. Picking up the nipple clamps that he’d retrieved from the dresser, he held them up in front of her face. They weren’t harsh—he’d selected them specifically because they were for novices and he hadn’t wanted to hurt her but get her accustomed to the use of such devices. The tweezer clamps were perfect for that.

  He bent and sucked a nipple into his mouth, drawing hard on the taut bud until she moaned and swayed toward him. He released it with a pop and fixed a clamp to the turgid peak.

  “Is that bearable?” he asked, tightening the clamp until she gasped.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He nodded and sucked her other nipple into his mouth, using his tongue to caress the peak to its maximum tautness before affixing the clamp. He pulled on the chain connecting the clamps, and she moaned.

  “You can use your safe word, but remember that this is also a punishment. Now lie across the end of the bed on your stomach.”

  She did as he had asked and he grasped her ankles, pulling her toward him until her feet touched the floor. He pushed a pillow under her belly to raise her ass in the air so just the tips of
her toes were touching the carpet.

  He picked up a paddle. He’d decided on the paddle as the best instrument for a beginner. The last thing he wanted to do was scare her to death, and the paddle wasn’t as harsh as a whip or crop.

  “Do you trust me?” he asked before he started.

  She nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

  “Good, I’m going to give you fifteen strikes. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “I want you to count.”

  She gripped the bed covers and pushed her face into the mattress.

  He pulled his hand back and sent the paddle whipping through the air to land on her ass.

  She jumped and yelped. “One,” she muttered.

  He sent the paddle flying a second time, but was careful to strike her ass in a different spot.

  “Two,” she yelled into the mattress.

  Her knuckles were white where she gripped the bedcovers, but otherwise, she looked calm enough. After all, he hadn’t even bound her, so there was nothing stopping her from jumping up and running off. He’d deliberately left it like that to give her some sense of control. It was the first time he’d used an instrument on her and he wanted her to feel safe with it.

  He struck her a third time and she moaned low in her throat and pushed her ass higher in the air. The fourth smack he aimed between her thighs and she shuddered, barely able to mutter the number.

  He stopped and ran his fingers between her legs, caressing her pussy lips, and was surprised and delighted to see that she was turned on. Fuck. She was wet and swollen. This obviously wasn’t going to be the punishment that he’d intended. He’d finish paddling her, but he’d have to do something else to exert discipline. He shifted uncomfortably, his erection huge, aching and pressing against his pants painfully.

  He planted four more strikes on her backside, swiftly and surely, until her ass was a beautiful shade of pink. He pulled back and gave her a minute of respite before finishing her punishment.

  Finally, he caressed his hand over her backside, gripping the two cheeks and squeezing. She let out a soft sigh and turned her head to the side, her eyelids heavy with lust and exhaustion.

  “Sit up,” he ordered.

  She sat up and he feasted on her swaying breasts, the nipple clamps still firmly attached. He unsnapped one clamp and she gasped as the blood rushed to her nipple. He bent quickly and sucked it into his mouth, gently caressing the tortured peak. He repeated the process with her other nipple then urged her back down on the bed on her stomach, readjusting the pillow under her belly to raise her ass farther in the air.

  Donovan unzipped his pants and released his turgid cock. He was so hard it physically pained him.

  “I’m going to take you now, but I don’t want you to come. This is part of your punishment.”

  He positioned himself behind her on the bed, his legs on the outside of hers, and thrust forward, hard. She groaned and forced herself back onto him, meeting his momentum with her own. He set a punishing rhythm, pulling back and plunging again and again, filling her tight little channel with his thick shaft, stretching her so she gripped him firmly. Fuck, but she was compact, and he worried that he’d hurt her, but her soft moans and little grunts of pleasure told him differently. He felt her fluttering deep in her core and he knew she was close to disobeying him again. She was still too new to the pleasure to control her reactions.

  “Don’t come,” he muttered through clenched teeth. He lunged forward twice more, gripped her hips and climaxed hard, filling her with his cum and roaring a garbled version of her name.

  Chapter Thirty

  Makayla rubbed her backside. It was still a little tender, but nothing too unbearable. What had been truly unbearable was Donovan not allowing her to climax. She’d slept fitfully, glaring at his slumbering form and imagining different forms of torture she could inflict on him. The unresolved ache in her belly made her fractious and short-tempered.

  She’d eventually decided a workout would be good for her and allow her to release some tension. Donovan had left early that morning for another meeting with real estate agents, so she had time to kill.

  She dressed in her workout gear and headed to the gym. It was quiet and she had the place to herself. She jumped on the treadmill and jogged for ten minutes then transferred to the cross trainer for another ten minutes before grabbing a floor mat and finishing with half an hour of yoga.

  She’d worked up a good sweat and released some tension and she was looking forward to a shower. She unlocked the door to their suite and walked inside, stopping dead in her tracks when she saw a woman relaxing on the lounge.

  “Who are you?” Makayla asked, her voice tight with anxiety.

  The woman stood and turned around—Dolores. Makayla gasped. “What do you want and how did you get in here?”

  Dolores smiled. “I’m on Donovan’s list of approved guests, of course.”

  Makayla’s head was spinning. Why would Donovan have his ex on his list of guests?

  As if she’d asked the question aloud, Dolores spoke. “Donovan has…needs.”

  “Well, I’d appreciate it if you left,” Makayla responded, her voice sure and steady. “You’re not welcome here, and I can meet any needs that he may have.”

  “Of course, you’re not welcoming,” Dolores purred. “But Donovan will be. I was his submissive for quite a while, you know. I let him do anything to me, and he told me that I was the best sub he ever had.” She looked Makayla up and down, a sneer crossing her pretty features. “And I hear that you’re new to the scene. I don’t want to burst your bubble, but Donovan likes his subs to have experience. He won’t want to waste time training someone for long, you know. Particularly someone so…” She gave Makayla another once-over, her gaze turning hard and flinty. “Someone so mousy and little.”

  Makayla stared at Dolores. She was hitting on the things that Makayla herself had thought, correctly identifying all of Makayla’s insecurities. To make matters worse, Dolores looked beautiful and groomed to perfection. Her long black hair fell in a silky smooth veil down her back and she wore an elegant cream linen pantsuit and nude high heels. She looked cool and sophisticated. Her accent was also sexy, even Makayla had to acknowledge that. Next to her, Makayla felt disheveled, messy and very ordinary. She fidgeted awkwardly then decided that she needed to be strong and not let this harlot walk all over her.

  She squared her shoulders and motioned to the door. “If Donovan wants you, Dolores, I’m sure he’ll call. Until then, you can leave.”

  “Don’t think you can get rid of me that easily,” she snarled, the venom in her voice and demeanor turning her ugly. “There are things that he hasn’t told you. He’ll take me back, just you wait and see. We had something special and that sort of relationship doesn’t happen overnight, nor does it just finish. We share a history.”

  Before Makayla could answer, the door to their suite opened and Donovan strolled in. He took in the scene quickly, his jaw tightening as he stared hard at Dolores. “What are you doing here?” he snapped.

  Dolores pasted a smile onto her perfectly made-up face. “Donovan, darling. I dropped by to see you, of course. Your new little submissive and I were just chatting.”

  Makayla crossed her arms and glared at her. She’d hardly describe what they’d been doing as chatting. Chatting implied friendly banter, not the exchange of barbed comments.

  Donovan grasped Dolores by the elbow and steered her toward the door. “I told you last night that I don’t want to see you. Don’t come back, Dolores, and leave Makayla alone. I don’t want you anywhere near her, do you understand?”

  Dolores nodded. “Of course, Sir. I’m sorry,” she whispered obediently and allowed herself to be manhandled over the threshold of the suite.

  Makayla stiffened. Those subservient words coming out of that woman’s mouth sent a cold shudder through her, reminding her just what Donovan and Dolores had shared.

  Finally, the awful woman had been removed.


  “I’m going to have a shower,” she muttered, and took herself off to the bathroom.

  Makayla stood under the spray. She washed and conditioned her hair, feeling the tension slowly starting to seep from her shoulders. She was glad that Donovan had left her to shower in peace because she wanted the time to gather her thoughts. It was obvious that Dolores wanted Donovan back. What was not so obvious was what their history entailed. Dolores had certainly suggested that Makayla didn’t know everything and that there were things that Donovan was keeping from her.

  She stayed in the shower longer than necessary, shaving her legs and underarms and tidying up her bikini line. She’d decided that she was going to try a Brazilian wax. There was a spa on the second floor of the hotel and she’d made an appointment for the following morning. She was going to surprise Donovan and she hoped he’d be happy with the change.

  She shut off the shower and toweled herself dry, wrapping her hair in an additional towel. She rubbed her body all over with lotion and shrugged into one of the complimentary hotel gowns.

  She found Donovan in the lounge room, snarling into the phone. “I don’t give a fuck,” he shouted. “How did she get up here?” He was quiet for a moment. “Then take her off that fucking list. I can’t even remember submitting a list.” He slammed the phone down and shoved a hand through his hair.

  He looked at her, his gaze intense. “What did she say to you?”

  Makayla scowled. “She told me that you won’t be interested in teaching me for long, that you prefer experienced submissives.”

  He cursed, a muscle ticking in his jaw indicating just how tense he was. “You know that she’s full of shit, right? She knows nothing about what I want or what I need. If she did, we’d still be together.”

  “She also said that she allowed you to do anything to her and you told her she was the best sub that you’d ever had.”