by L. DuBois
“I did. One time. Towards the end. I told him it hurt to kneel. My belly was so huge that everything hurt.” Katrina kneaded the fabric between her fingers, a restless habit she had forced herself to stop using when she was married, but which she’d started to do again during the stress of the divorce. “I told him I couldn’t hold the position and he spanked me. He jumped off the bed, grabbed a paddle, and laid into my ass. I’d been disrespectful, I hadn’t called him Master, I hadn’t been taking care of myself, because if I had been, I would be able to hold this position with no trouble.”
Katrina blinked back angry tears. “I was so shocked, and it hurt so much. I wrapped my arms around Lena and rolled onto my side, curling up in a ball to protect my stomach. Because that wasn’t a spanking, not to me.”
Dante took her hands, lacing her fingers with his. “It was a beating.”
Katrina nodded, tears wetting her cheeks once more.
“And then you came here and I beat you.” Dante looked disgusted with himself. “I’m so sorry.”
“What?” Katrina freed one hand so she could cup his cheek. “You didn’t beat me.”
“You had to use your safe word. I’ve never had a sub do that.” He pulled away from her, rising to his feet and turning his back to her. “You came here to enjoy being a submissive again, not to be beaten and abused.”
Katrina jumped to her feet and rushed to him, pressing her cheek to his back. “Don’t. Don’t turn away. Don’t leave me.”
“Katrina, you deserve someone—”
“I want you. I didn’t use the safe word because of the flogging, I used it because there was a point where I wanted you to touch me, and you didn’t. It made me feel…it made me feel alone, like I’d been before. And then you called my pussy ‘your pussy’ and that brought it all back.”
He turned within the circle of her arms. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you needed my touch.” He sighed and stroked the hair back from her face. “Can I ask you something?”
“Yes.”
“What do you want from Las Palmas? Are you here looking for another 24/7 relationship?”
“God, no. No.” She shook her head, hair whipping around. “I’m submissive. I need and want this kind of sex, but I won’t be in a 24/7 relationship. I can never belong to a man that way again.” Katrina lifted her chin. “This body belongs to me first, my daughter second, and a Dom would come a distant third.”
“I want you to know that I would always respect that. I know you belong to yourself. I was just…”
“You let yourself off the leash.” Katrina stroked his cheeks. “That’s what you said, right?”
“Yes. I did.”
She looked up at him sadly. “And I safe-worded out. I’m so sorry. I liked you off the chain. It was scary and sexy.”
“I didn’t mean to scare you.”
Katrina cracked a smile. “You didn’t?”
“Okay, fine, I wanted it to be a little scary. I thought maybe I could take care of ‘fear’ as well as ‘full hood.’ I know we’d said we wouldn’t do fear, but I was pushing us both.”
“It was the hood—it was hard to wear. I didn’t realize how much I depended on hearing and seeing during impact play.”
“You jumped like a cat the first time.” His hands slid down her back to her ass.
“It was really hard to decide if it hurt a lot or was just really surprising. It came out of nowhere.”
He chuckled and leaned down to kiss her forehead, then each cheek.
Katrina’s body started to hum. It felt so nice to be in his arms. It was safe and warm.
“Katrina?”
“Yes, Sir?”
This time he didn’t object to her using the term.
“The flogger?”
“Yes, Sir?”
“It’s not even a real flogger. It’s a teaser, made of velvet.”
Katrina blinked. “I thought maybe you were using a cane.”
Dante laughed and scooped her up. “Let’s go have kinky sex on a bed.”
He carried her across the cellar but stopped at the foot of the wrought iron stairs.
They looked at the tight spiral staircase.
“Maybe I should walk?”
“Good idea.”
Katrina started to laugh as he put her down, and when he lifted his shirt and swatted her ass, she laughed harder and raced up the stairs, Dante hot on her heels.
Chapter 15
Dante pulled a spoon from his pocket with a flourish. Katrina eyed the spoon with trepidation. Dante pulled the second thing out of his pocket—a nice fat piece of ginger.
Katrina’s eyes rounded.
Oh yes, my sexy sub, it’s time for figging.
Dante grinned, then stepped over the garbage can and started peeling the ginger with the edge of the spoon.
Katrina was kneeling on one of the tables in the dining room. Dante had wanted to use a stage in one of the courtyards, but they were all spoken for. Instead he and Katrina had commandeered a table in the dining room. An elegant brunch was laid out on the long buffet table with crisp flaky pastry, buttery vegetable quiches, a variety of hot foods including eggs Benedict—every item appropriate for a lovely, sunny Sunday.
They’d been some of the first people into the room, and had broken their fast while curled up together on a comfortable couch-like seat in one of the sunken seating areas. He’d fed her, then she’d fed him, each one taking turns nipping and sucking the other’s fingers and interspersing bites of food with soft kisses.
That breakfast had fed more than just his stomach. It had been soul food.
Dante grabbed a plate and steak knife and started shaping the finger of peeled ginger. He carefully carved a shallow notch just to left of center. It was important to leave enough of the ginger protruding that it was easy to grab, and also keep the narrow part thick enough that it wouldn’t break.
And thick enough that it would stretch her ass—make her wiggle and whimper from the sweet, hot burn.
He put the large ginger plug on a clean plate, then started peeling a second, slenderer finger. This one he didn’t notch, but instead took a short fruit kabob, removed the fruit, and cleaned the small bamboo skewer. He stabbed the skewer through one end, inserting it across the diameter of the ginger. Dante’s fingertips were tingling a little by the time he was done. With the plugs on a plate, he walked over to Katrina, setting it on the table between her spread knees.
“Two, Sir?”
“Do you know what figging was first designed for?”
She shook her head. There was a sparkle in her eye that made him think she did know the answer, but given her earlier admission about dirty talk, maybe she wanted to hear him tell her.
“Figging was first designed as a way to keep bad girls from clenching their ass when they got a spanking.”
“Am I a bad girl, Sir?” Katrina’s breasts rose and fell as her breathing deepened.
“The very best kind of bad. So bad that I think you need a nice spanking. Then, if you ask very nicely, I’ll fuck your ass before I use the larger piece of ginger.”
“I have to do it twice, Sir?” Katrina pursed her lips in indignation.
“Yep.”
“Was I disobedient, Sir?”
“Nope.”
“You just want to watch me squirm?”
Dante folded his arms and grinned. “And you want to squirm for me.”
Katrina shivered. “Yes…Master.”
Dante cupped her chin. “Katrina, look at me.”
Her features blanked. “I shouldn’t call you Master?”
“You know I like it.” He took her hand and guided it to the front of his pants, where his cock was hot and hard. Just think about sliding the ginger into her ass, feeling her squirm against him as he spanked her, had him holding on tight to his control. “Tell me your safe word.”
“Yellow and red, Master.”
“I’m going to spank you, Katrina. I like to spank pretty women, and when I spank
you, you’ll feel it.”
Some subs might have looked scared, some might have pretended to look more scared than they were. Katrina licked her lower lip.
“Thank you, Master. I need a spanking.”
“Do you?” Dante pulled one of the dining chairs away from the table and positioned it in an area of open floor space. “Why?”
Katrina’s gaze darted to his. “Because I need to feel your hands on me. I need you to dominate me. I need you.”
Dante froze. He’d expected a teasing “because I’ve been a naughty girl.” This was so much better, so much more.
Dante plucked her off the table, letting her slide down his body until the balls of her feet were on the floor. “I need my hands on you, too.”
She looked up at him. “It’s only been two days.”
“Yes. That has you worried?”
“I went too fast before.”
After her revelations yesterday, he now knew she wasn’t looking for a 24/7 relationship. He’d spent last night planning the scenes they’d do in the coming weeks and months. She didn’t want a 24/7, she wanted a Master. He wanted to be that Master. He couldn’t stand the thought of seeing her with another man.
It hadn’t occurred to him that she might be pulling away from their tentative, half-spoken agreement to play together in the future. Had he misread the signals? Maybe he’d hallucinated that conversation.
“Master?” A hand touched his face. “Dante?”
He came back to the present and looked down to see her worried face staring up at him. He squeezed her ass. “I guess I’ll just have to convince you then.”
“Convince me of what, Master?”
He grabbed the slender plug with one hand, keeping the other on her ass. He guided her to the chair.
“Convince you that this isn’t moving too fast.”
With that he tugged her to sit on his lap, her back to his front. Katrina twisted to look at him over her shoulder. “Master?”
“I want you to lean forward; don’t worry, I’ll hold you. Put your hands on the floor.”
He tucked the ginger root plug gently between his thigh and the chair so he could use two hands to support her as she leaned forward. She braced her hands, her hair falling down around her head.
“Now I want you to brace your feet on the rungs of the chair.” She shifted into position, following his order. Dante looked down at the lovely sight before him. “Perfect.”
An over-the-lap spanking meant the Dom usually only got to see part of the sub’s ass. Dante wanted a good view of both cheeks of her ass and her anus, and with her on his lap this way, he had both. She wouldn’t be able to hold this as long, since most of her weight was on her hands, but he intended to make this a short, hard spanking.
But first, a bit of figging.
Dante picked up the bit of ginger with his left hand, and with his right he spread her ass cheeks, using two fingers and his thumb.
Her anus tightened as he looked at it, and Dante chuckled softly. “That won’t stop me. You need to relax, because this is going in with no lube.”
“No lube, Master?” There was trepidation in her voice.
“The ginger itself has a bit of natural lubrication once peeled. Plus, your anus has glands that produce natural lubrication. Not enough for you to take something dry like a plug without help, but the ginger will be fine.” He positioned the ginger plug. His cock pulsed in his pants as he stared down at the ginger poised to penetrate her lovely ass. He wanted to fucker her ass today, but with everything else he had planned for this ass, he might have to postpone that particular pleasure for another weekend.
And there would be another weekend for them.
Dante rubbed the tip around her anus, and Katrina sucked in a breath. Oh yes, she was going to feel this. He eased the ginger into her. He’d selected a piece with a nice natural taper to it, so the first half inch slid in easily.
“You know how you were always the perfect sub? Never made any noise when you were spanked?”
An inch deeper now, and he could see the tension in her back muscles.
“Yes, Master.”
“Well, I want to hear you.” Dante let his voice deepen to the low threatening tones he worked hard to make sure he only used in D/s play. “I’m going to fig you while I spank you because you’ll naturally clench down on the ginger, and that will make the burn worse. You’ll want to move, to try to get away. You’re going to want to beg me to stop.”
He slid the ginger in to a nice depth. The skewer meant that the ginger couldn’t accidentally slide all the way in. He made sure the sharp end was pointing up, and extended far enough that it couldn’t accidentally stab her.
Katrina was panting.
Dante released her ass cheeks. “What are you feeling, Katrina?”
“It hurts. Burns.”
“Yellow?” he asked, poised and ready to take the ginger out.
“No, Master. I like it. I like the way you hurt me.”
That could be the rallying cry of the submissive.
Dante rubbed and kneaded her ass, one hand on each cheek, letting the tension build. He pressed her cheeks together and she yelped, bucking against his lap. That’s what he wanted.
Dante smacked her right cheek, then her left. After the sixth spank she yelped again.
“Ouch, Master.”
Smack. “Talk to me, Katrina.”
“The ginger is hot. Ohh ouch. And you’re spanking me hard.”
Dante growled. “That’s right, I am spanking you nice and hard.”
Smack, smack. Her pale skin was pink from his spanking. An advantage of that pale skin was that it was easy to see his marks on her.
“Yes, Master, oh please Master.” Her thighs flexed and her ass lifted. “Spank me. Harder, please.”
Smack, smack. He worked her in a steady rhythm, using both hands so he could smack each cheek in tandem when the spirit moved him.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“Never, Master.”
He didn’t want to stop either, but his internal timer was going off. She needed the ginger out of her ass. He landed a hard final smack on each ass cheek, holding his hand against her skin. Her bottom was hot against his hands.
“I’m going to take the ginger out. Relax, because you will not be happy if it breaks.”
Dante carefully grabbed the ginger and slowly pulled it free, keeping one hand on her hip to minimize her wiggling. Her gasps and yelps were delicious, and they were attracting the attention of other club members who had just wandered in.
Dante tossed the ginger across the room into the garbage can, then reached down and grabbed her by the rib cage, helping her sit up on his lap. She wiggled her ass back against him.
Dante sat still, enjoying the wiggling. Katrina made a frustrated noise and grabbed his hands, dragging them up to her breasts. Dante obligingly held her breasts, but did no more than that.
“Master, please.”
“Please what?”
“Fuck me, play with me, something.” Katrina jumped off his lap, whirled around, and then climbed on him. She grabbed his hands, forced them to her breasts, and then smashed her mouth down against his.
Dante growled, fingers tightening around her lovely breasts. The naughty sub was trying to take control. He couldn’t allow that.
He squeezed her nipples, twisting and pulling. She broke the kiss, jerking her head away and moaning.
Dante stood, forcing her to slide off his lap. Then he grabbed her wrists, forcing them up behind her back. Their gazes met, and Katrina slowly lowered her lashes. The primal, savage part of him howled in triumph.
Still holding her wrists, he forced her backward three steps, until her ass hit the table. Dante spun her around, but before he could bend her forward she lay across the table, holding on to the far side.
She spread her feet and tilted her hips, offering herself to him.
He shoved his pants down to mid-thigh. “Mine.”
He su
rged into her pussy in one long, hard thrust. Katrina came up on her toes and screamed. He could feel her pussy spasm around his cock—she’d come. This was the most responsive woman he’d ever been with and it made him feel like a sex god.
Dante held her by the hips and fucked her, reveling in the feeling of her warmth around his body. When he was close to his own orgasm, he shifted one hand, and teased her anus with his thumb. She gasped and wiggled. He pressed his thumb into her and Katrina screamed, shoving her body back against him, fucking herself on his cock. Her reaction sent him over the edge and he came, pulsing into her.
She was still restless, so with his spent cock still inside her, Dante bent, planting one elbow on the table beside her torso, and reaching the other hand under her. He found her clit, the sweet pearl wet and firm under his fingers. He rubbed her with two fingers and she came, nails scraping along the top of the table.
“Master. Dante. Dante. My Master,” she panted.
Her pussy tightened on his cock and Dante closed his eyes in pleasure.
When her body went limp, Dante took his hand from her clit. He braced that arm on the table and dropped his head, forehead resting on her back.
Around them, the other diners applauded.
Dante smiled and kissed her back as Katrina started to giggle.
* * *
His cock slid into her pussy, the joining smooth and warm.
Like coming home.
Katrina let her head fall back as she sank all the way down onto his cock.
They were back in the Cellar. Dante was seated on the pads they’d fucked on the day before yesterday, his back against the wall. He toyed idly with her nipples as she rode his cock.
It would have been a slow, peaceful moment if not for the second, larger piece of ginger, which sat on a plate just to the side of her knee. Every so often she’d look at it, then at him. Her Master wasn’t giving her any hints as to when he planned to use it. Her bottom still hurt from the spanking, and the burn in her asshole had faded to a throb. Being spanked with ginger in her ass was one of the most erotic scenes she’d ever been in. She’d wiggled and moaned as he talked dirty to her and played with her ass, spanking her and fucking her with ginger because he wanted to.
