“Y-y-yes, Master Eagan.”
The tremble in her voice pumped life into his dormant cock. He didn’t know what it was about this woman, but she excited him like no one since…damn, he had to stop thinking about Ophelia.
Eagan gritted his teeth. “Turn around. Face the counter.” Used to be he had so much control. Control over his life, his submissives, his career. Now everything seemed to be slipping away.
“Yes, sir.”
“You’re going to be spanked.” He hadn’t done that in a long time. For her act of defiance, the punishment seemed appropriate. “Put your hands on the counter.”
He set the mask back on the center island and rolled up his sleeves. Feeling around in the shadowy room with only the light from the opened refrigerator door guiding him, he found her. He felt her trembling after her initial jump when he touched her. His hand rested at the small of her back. Eagan had to swallow to coat his suddenly dry throat.
As he reared his hand back, she spoke. “Should my panties be down for this?”
She had on a thong, so it wouldn’t have made a difference. However, he answered, “Yes.” He removed his hand from her back and allowed her to pull her thong down to her ankles. Then she lifted her shirt.
The curve of her ass was something an artist couldn’t have captured in a painting or a marble sculpture. It was perfect. Strong, high, round.
Again, putting his hand on the small of her back, he stared at her flawless form for a moment.
“Master Eagan?”
He brought his hand down and smacked her ass cheek. It wasn’t as hard as he could have done, but she yelped anyway, probably more out of surprise than pain.
As he suspected, her skin was soft. All he could hear in his head was the pounding of his heart. In his mind, he propelled back twenty-five years ago when he did his first spanking ever. Back then and now, sweat poured from his face. What was happening to him?
He gave her two more spanks in a row on two different spots so that she wouldn’t be sore. “It’s important that you understand the rules, Begonia.” It wasn’t enough to punish her. She had to know why and understand that what he did was out of compassion, not hatred or malice.
“Yes, sir.” Her soft voice weakened his heart.
He slapped her backside a fourth time. “I don’t punish because it excites me.” Although right now, his skin tingled as though an electric spark danced over it. “You need to be punished. If you expect to be my submissive, you are going to have to learn to adhere to the rules.”
Before landing his fifth and last strike, she did something that surprised him. Begonia curved her back, raising her ass higher in the air in anticipation of his blow. She liked this? She wanted the spanking?
Eagan landed the last bit of this punishment and let his hand linger on her curved cheek. It wasn’t until his heartbeat slowed that he heard them both panting like wild dogs. Although it was customary to do aftercare after a punishment session like this, which would have included him holding her and further explaining his actions, he didn’t want to be that close to her. He couldn’t be that close to her. It was bad enough he had touched her this way.
Eagan slid his hand over her cheeks, sliding them from one side to the other then up the ass crack to her lower back. In a move that surprised himself, he grabbed her hips and moved in close behind her, pressing her ass against his hard cock, which pushed against his slacks.
Begonia gasped, but responded by pushing herself back against him. They stood in that position, motionless, she still breathing hard, and Eagan standing stoic and contemplative. No doubt in his mind or body that he wanted this woman.
Damn it, why didn’t he tell her to pack her shit and leave? His last relationship with his submissive started off with an intense sexual chemistry. He didn’t want to repeat that same mistake with the next submissive. And he sure as hell couldn’t pick Begonia. Even his body knew this woman could send him to the greatest heights of ecstasy. That scared him more than confronting his persistent family.
Reaching behind himself, he grabbed her mask. He brought both hands to her shoulders, one hand holding her mask, then slid them down her toned arms until he got to her hands still bracing against the counter. His chest rested on her back. Her heart pounded so hard he felt it through her back.
“Put your mask back on, pull your panties up, and go back to your bedroom. I don’t want to see you until the next time we tape the show.” He tossed the mask in front of her and without another word, walked out of the kitchen.
Eagan wiped his forehead as he ascended his staircase taking the steps two at a time. He burst through the door to the control room and was surprised to still see Phil there.
“What the hell just happened?” Phil asked.
Eagan swallowed hard and paced. “What are you talking about?”
“For one, you’re sweating like Whitney Houston singing in a concert. Plus,” he turned his monitor around to him, “the message boards are lighting up like a fucking Christmas tree.”
“From what?” The show was over. The cameras didn’t follow him down to the kitchen. And except for the light from the fridge, they couldn’t have seen anything anyway.
“From the video streaming from the cameras in the house. You know that there are a few cameras that have night vision on them, right?”
Eagan stopped in his tracks. “Which ones?”
“Well, the obvious. The women’s bedrooms, the foyer, the kitchen—”
“The kitchen.”
If people watched the night vision camera, they saw him giving Begonia a spanking and what he did afterward. How the hell could he have let his libido overrule his senses? Pressing himself against her was wrong and way out of line.
If she hadn’t felt so good, smelled so heavenly, and reacted the way she did, he wouldn’t have felt the need to push himself on her. Now the whole world knew he’d made a personal connection to one contestant. She had to go.
“Yeah, the kitchen. Did you do something in there?”
Before Eagan could answer, Phil clicked few times on the computer and watched the screen. His mouth dropped opened with what he saw.
“Shit, man, why didn’t you do that during the show? That’s priceless!”
“It kind of got out of hand.” Eagan ran his fingers through his hair. “I should have restrained myself. I never punish a sub like that for bad behavior. I like to talk to them first.”
“Forget talking. Out-of-hand stuff is good. This will definitely get viewers to come back to next week’s show.”
That was great to hear. He had a day to prepare for the next show and to clear his head about Begonia.
“But you know what you’ll have to do, right?” Phil began.
Eagan shook his head.
“You’re going to have to keep Begonia around for a long, long time.”
Damn.
Chapter Seven
“What’s up with you?” Freesia asked, snapping Ananda out of her thoughts.
Even after a night of tossing and turning, Ananda marveled at the early morning’s events. What the hell had happened in the kitchen? Ananda still couldn’t reconcile it all in her mind.
“Nothing. I’m cool.” She even flashed a phony smile to throw off the other contestant, but with Freesia’s hmph, the nosy woman wasn’t falling for it.
When Ananda had gotten up last night to take off her robe and her dress to put on a T-shirt and a thong to sleep in, little did she know that she would have had a night visitor. How in the world did Eagan know she was in the kitchen? She thought she’d moved with the ease and secrecy of a ninja. Eagan’s hand slamming on the counter still rang in her ears.
“So what do you think will happen today?” Lily asked. Silver sequins decorated her all-white mask.
The breakfast table full of women in various facial adornments looked like the day after a Mardi Gras party.
“I think we’re supposed to chill until tomorrow.” Poppy picked over her bagel. “Then the sh
it starts all over again.”
“Watch your language.” Sunny wagged her finger at Poppy. “You know Master Eagan doesn’t like it.”
“That motherfucker is not sitting here with us. How the hell is he going to know unless one of you bitches says something?” Poppy glared at Sunny as though she thought the woman would betray her.
“Hey, no one would have to say a word.” Ananda put her hands up as though Poppy had planned on jumping over the table to get to the woman. “One thing I did learn last night. There are cameras and mics everywhere.” She pointed up and at the corners of the room where she’d noticed the cameras were last night. “Even when the cameramen aren’t here, they’re still filming. So listen to Sunny.”
Sunny rewarded Ananda with a sheepish grin before bowing her head. If her submissive nature was all an act, she deserved an award.
“Did any of y’all sleep well last night?” Pansy asked as she twirled her curly brown hair around her finger. “I kept hearing noises all night.”
“Like what kind of noises?” Ananda sat up straighter.
“Like someone walking up and down the hallway. Then there was this loud knock against the wall.”
Pansy must have heard when Ananda pushed the sculpture into the wall by accident.
“Maybe it was Pear or Oak.” Daisy snickered and gave Poppy a high-five for the remark.
“That’s Apple and Willow. You know that.” Rose shook her head.
“Whatever, man. Those chicks are weird.” Daisy shook her head.
“Why do you think that?” Magnolia asked.
“All they do all day long is be his personal slave and that’s it? They walk around here in leather diapers and nothing else, and that’s what makes them happy?” She shook her head even more. “Don’t make no sense. To go through all of that, he had better be the bomb in bed.”
Ananda set her napkin down. “They don’t have sex with him.”
A collective crash of forks onto plates echoed in the expansive dining area.
“Excuse me? They do this shit because they like it? He’s not even giving them dick for it?” Poppy stood from her seat.
Ananda thought about not sharing this information with the women. Their thinking that Apple and Willow had problems made her skin crawl. They had been kind to her since she got there. Despite their circumstances, they still deserved to be treated and spoken of with respect.
“They do it because they love serving. I’m sure they’ll tell you more if you ask them.” Ananda stood and picked up her plate.
“You damn right I’m asking them. There’s no way I would be some man’s slave and not get something in return.”
“Then what are you doing here?” Iona asked as she stared at her blood red fingernails.
“Trying to be Eagan Morton’s submissive. There’s a difference between being a slave and being a submissive. I did learn that from reading those books they sent to me.”
Damn, even Poppy had read the books. Ananda had to catch up with all of the lingo and customs of this Lifestyle. After what happened last night, she no longer wanted to do the contest strictly for her dance career, although that still topped her list.
Eagan Morton managed to stir something deep within Ananda that she didn’t know existed.
“Is this all we’re getting for breakfast?” Meadow asked.
“Damn! You had pancakes, eggs, and bacon. How much more do you need?” Freesia asked and glanced down at Meadow’s empty plate.
“I’m nervous. I eat when I’m nervous.” Meadow chewed on her lower lip.
“You must be an anxious bitch then.” Poppy cackled and gave high-fives to Daisy and Freesia.
She put her hand up to Ananda to get some skin from her, but Ananda kept her hand on her lap.
“That was a horrible thing to say.” Ananda crossed her arms over her chest. “You should apologize.”
“Don’t front for the cameras. You know that shit was funny.” Poppy sucked on her teeth. “And don’t turn your back on folks trying to be your friend up in this joint.” Then, she crossed her arms over her chest. “He’s only choosing one chick up in here. It could be any one of us.”
“I didn’t think he would send Iris home.” Sunny shook her head. “I thought she was nice.”
“All comatose people are nice.” Poppy cackled again. “The bitch fell out as soon as he broke out the whip.”
“Honestly, girl, that scared me, too.” Daisy shivered. “I can’t believe you volunteered for him.”
Daisy would have been surprised at what Ananda did last night with him, too.
“Him holding that whip plays with your mind, you know, especially with us.” Freesia pointed to Ananda, Poppy, and Daisy. “Can you imagine if he had touched you with it?”
Ananda didn’t have to imagine his touch. When Eagan caught her in the kitchen, she knew he was about to give her her walking papers unless she acted fast. Suggesting that he punish her seemed like the best solution, except she didn’t think he would spank her.
Thinking back on the moment, as soon as Eagan suggested the spanking, she thought he was just trying to scare her like with the whip. So she decided to push things and asked if he wanted her thong down. Her heart pounded now thinking about it, just as it had when she pulled her panties down.
The long pause before he spanked her worried her. Had he changed his mind? Was he admiring her ass and the things he wanted to do with it? Was he messing with her mind like he had before?
The first smack came as a shock to her. She hadn’t expected it and the sparks that shot from every pore on her body. Ananda had planned on playing along with him, pretending the spanking really hurt her and that she was remorseful. The first hit straightened her out, but quick.
Not only had she not expected him to go full out with the hits, but she also didn’t expect to be so sexually aroused by them either. The first contact opened the valve between her legs, making a slow trickle drip from her pussy.
Ananda recalled balling her hands, clawing the countertop to prevent herself from buckling. The second and third hits caused her nipples to harden, her insides to quiver, her resolve to melt. Eagan had said something to her during the session, but she couldn’t hear anything but her own blood rushing through her body.
After the final hit, her body begged for some relief. Eagan’s body must have picked up on the message. Although when he moved behind her, pressing his hard yet impressive cock between her cheeks and shocking her, the connection caused her shoulders to relax. She remembered him holding onto her hips like he owned her. At that moment, he did. He could have fucked her right there in the kitchen with her bent over the counter and she would have loved it and begged for more.
Then awareness or his conscience must have hit him. He pulled away from her and left her to go back to the bedroom. Now that they’d made such a bond, what would happen to her now? Would he want to send her home? Or did he want her to stick around?
“I don’t know if I could have him hitting me with that whip.” Poppy sucked on her teeth. “If he touches me, I’ll have Al Sharpton up here so fast that—”
Poppy stopped her speech and stared across the room making the other women, including Ananda, turn around. Standing at the doorway near the kitchen were Apple and Willow. Their daytime garb changed slightly from their evening wear. Right now they were dressed in white sundresses that touched the tops of their bare feet. Still apparent, though, were the chastity belts underneath.
“Master Eagan has approved for you ladies to take a little stroll around his grounds,” Apple said. “Are you all finished with your breakfasts?”
Ananda nodded while the other ladies responded that they were done, all but Meadow. Meadow sighed loudly and pushed her plate away. She nodded to indicate she was ready for the tour.
“Great,” Willow said. “Follow Apple. I’ll be at the tail end of the line.”
Ananda fidgeted with her mask, smoothed down her dress, and picked at her sandals, all to make sure she wou
ld be at the back of the line. A niggling feeling inside her told her that Eagan wouldn’t be too far away. Scanning the staircase and the second floor landing, she saw no one but the camera crews and the director, a nervous, little man with an infectious laugh.
“You won’t see him,” Willow said with a smile.
Ananda gazed at the pixie-like woman. “What?”
“Master Eagan. He’s watching you and everyone else, but you won’t see him.” She followed Ananda along with the rest of the group.
“I can’t explain his habits. He does what he wants.” Willow smiled as she walked alongside Ananda.
The tour had them going through a back sliding door to the outside first. The hot summer sun already roasted the outside enough for Ananda to pray the outside tour would go quickly. She saw Apple pointing to something to the side where the serene body of water sat, but couldn’t hear what she was saying.
“What did she say?” Ananda asked.
“Master Eagan enjoys fishing off of his pier as well as reading out here by himself.” Willow put her hand on Ananda’s shoulder. “Of course, one of us is never far away from him in case he needs something.”
Ananda nodded. “So what kind of books does he like? What does he normally read?”
Willow’s smile broadened. “He’s not unapproachable. You can ask personal questions like that directly to him.”
“Sure, if he shows himself, or if I win another challenge.” And if she couldn’t get the basics of the Lifestyle down, she doubted a second win would be in her future. Maybe she should start dancing her heart out now while the cameras followed behind them.
“Do you want to win?”
What a loaded question. Ananda wasn’t sure at this point what she wanted. Her body wanted Eagan. No doubt about it. Her logical mind wanted to advance only to show off her dancing abilities bit by bit. And her spirit wouldn’t allow her to be degraded by being beaten and humiliated. So why did her insides flutter when she stood for a possible whipping and when he’d spanked her?
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