“No, Master. I tried, I really did.”
Sighing, Quinton turned and looked away. He knew he had a goofy grin on his face, and though he wanted to pull her obstinate little body into his arms and ravish her, she needed to learn that obeying one’s Master was imperative. Taking a controlling breath, he turned to look at her. “Do you remember what I said would happen if you disobeyed?”
She spoke so softly, he barely heard her response. “Yes, Master.”
“And?”
“That every time I came without your permission, I would be spanked.”
“And how many times did you come, Andrea?”
“Twice,” she replied looking innocent, with a small devilish smile.
“Oh, Andrea, trust works both ways, my sweet lying sub. Is that your final answer?” he asked her directly, staring into her eyes. He watched as she tried to play innocent, and he wanted to rejoice. She had spirit. She trusted him enough to show her playful side, to be relaxed and comfortable. She was learning quickly.
“I’m sorry!” she cried, covering her face with her hands. “I came a lot. I could not stop. I came so much I think I wet the bed. It just kept coming and coming. There was no control. I just had to give myself to it, and it took over.”
Quinton could not stop himself from smiling at her. Gently taking her hands away from her face, he smiled. “It takes a strong woman to admit something like that. Thank you for being honest with me. Trust is very important in BDSM. Without it, there is nothing. You trusted me enough to tell me the truth, knowing the consequences. Though you came clean, I am still going to punish you. But understand this. I am not punishing you for lying, but for disobeying.”
“Yes, Master,” she whispered.
“Take the dildo and place it in your pussy,” he ordered.
She looked at him in shock. Quinton had learned rather quickly that her pussy was highly sensitive and it would not take long for her to start coming again, but he could not help himself. Watching Andrea come was one of the sweetest things he had ever seen. Though it was not the regular punishment he would have dished out for her disobeying it was punishment for him, knowing that he could watch but not touch. No matter how much he wanted to be the one who brought her to those heights of passion, he knew she was not ready for that type of intimacy, nor did she trust him or his brother enough to give her body freely. That time would come, and he prayed it came soon, because as it was right now, he knew his balls were sporting a very lovely shade of blue.
Walking over to the wall, he leaned against it, using it for support. “I want to watch you pleasure yourself, Andrea. I want to see your face the whole time. Do not close your eyes,” he told her as she flushed with embarrassment. Lowering the lights, he was hidden in the shadows, only the bed illuminated in the darkness. As she stroked the dildo in and out of her, he rubbed his aching cock in his pants, wanting so much to relieve himself.
“Rub your clit,” he ordered, and she began touching her clit, as she thrust the dildo in and out of her wet pussy. He could hear her juices slosh as she begun to pick up speed, quickly reaching her climax. Rubbing his cock, he was mesmerized by her, unable to take his eyes from her. Her desire for pleasure was immense. He watched as her body writhed in pleasure as she used the phallus to bring herself to heights unknown. She spread her legs wider, giving him a beautiful view of her womanhood, moist and glistening under the dim lights. Her thighs began to shake, her toes curled in anticipation, and through it all, she left her eyes open, so that he could see every emotion, every feeling, every nuance she put herself through.
Then as quickly as it began, her back bowed, and she screamed out as her body wracked with tremors, convulsing. In the height of her passion, she exploded, screaming out, “Master,” as she came. Slowly turning the light back on, he walked over to the bed and removed the dildo from her limp body. Placing it on the silver tray on the nightstand, he leaned over and kissed her forehead. “Good girl. Now, come receive your punishment.”
As he helped her to her feet, she didn’t say a single word. Her mind was still in a state of nirvana, and she accepted his hand as he walked her to the end of the bed.
“Bend over the bed, Andrea. Chest down, arms behind your back, and legs spread wide.”
“Yes, Master,” she murmured.
The moment she positioned herself to his satisfaction, Quinton rubbed her beautiful ass. Full and soft, he could imagine hours upon hours just touching, spanking, and fucking her for his and her pleasure.
“Count,” he ordered just as he reached back with his hand and hit her.
Smack.
“One, Master.”
Smack.
“Two, Master,” she said, as he continued until he heard her say the word ten. When that word left her lips, Quinton reached between her legs, sticking his middle finger into her wet pussy as his thumb rubbed her clit, and whispered in her ear, “Come for me, Andrea.”
She instantly complied.
* * * *
Justice heard the moment she came for the last time. He knew that Quinton would soon walk her back to the shower and let her clean herself up. He had already been down to the gift shop and picked up her outfit for the day. Red and barely there, he could not wait to see her in it. While he was in the gift shop, he’d run into Matthias and told him the good news about the reporter leaving. Though Matthias didn’t say much after that, he did remind them of the upcoming festivities at the club and urged him and Quinton to help out where needed. Justice laughed, shaking his head as he walked away, knowing damn well that the only festivities he would be participating in were up in his room.
Andrea Sharp was quite a woman, and he was eagerly ready to get to know her better. He turned when he heard her bedroom door open, and then moments later, he heard the shower running. Taking the clothes out of the bag, he placed each garment out on display, so she could see what she would be wearing. He had covered everything from a lacy top to baby doll shoes, but his favorite was the leather miniskirt. He could not wait to see her face when he showed it to her.
As soon as the shower turned off, he stepped back and waited.
Quinton entered the living room first, then Andrea, with her head bowed.
“Good morning, Andrea,” Justice said.
“Good morning, Master Justice.”
“Are you hungry?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Good. As soon as you are dressed, Quinton and I will take you to breakfast, and then give you a tour of the club. Would you like that?”
“Yes, Master.”
“I have purchased you an outfit. Please come here, so I may dress you properly.”
“Yes, Master.”
Justice grinned as she cautiously approached. Reaching for the silky white thigh-high stockings, he knelt before her as she gave him her dainty foot. He was amazed at how small her feet were. Very carefully, he slowly pulled the stocking up her legs, feeling her skin as he moved closer to her moist center. This close he could smell her arousal and he was quickly becoming hungry.
After putting on the other stocking, he told her to turn around so Quinton could see. Reaching for the red leather skirt, he unbuckled the straps and reached around her, placing it low on her hips. The skirt barely covered her pussy, but it was the back of the skirt that was most intriguing.
The leather spanking skirt was a work of art. With adjustable buckle closures in the back, it left nothing to the imagination, and accentuated her most decadent attribute. Buckling the three straps securely, he turned her to face him and watched as his brother smiled, nodding his approval. Grabbing the matching red leather bra with underwire cups, he helped her into it, buckling up the front. Her ample breasts overflowed in the barley there garment, but when he picked up the matching collar, Quinton stepped forward and held out his hand. “I’ll put that on her. Get her shoes.”
Handing over the collar, Justice watched as Quinton moved her hair to the side and secured the collar around her neck. With the shoes on h
er feet, Justice and his brother stepped back and looked at the woman before them.
Gone was the shy innocent woman from yesterday. Today stood a siren.
“Good call on the red. It works well with her hair.”
“Thank you. I am not sure about the shoes though. They look off.”
“I thought they might, so I grabbed these too,” Justice said picking up a pair of black thigh-high leather boots with four-inch spiked heels.
“Better, just enough to accentuate the red, but not drown her out.”
After switching her shoes, Justice took her hand, placed it in the crook of his arm, and grinned. “Let’s go have breakfast.”
Chapter Ten
The Eatable Tits & Ass was located on the ground floor of the Pleasure Cave. While most guests preferred to have breakfast sent to their rooms, the residents and some local townsfolk from Treasure Cove liked getting together at the in-house restaurant.
Head chef and another resident Master, Dorian White, was a true Master in the kitchen and behind the mask he wore. From New York City, Dorian owned and operated one of the most exclusive restaurants in the Big Apple. When his business partner and brother had received orders to deploy to Afghanistan, Dorian worked himself ragged, holding the place together, until his brother’s return. However, when two soldiers walked into his restaurant and told him his brother had died, Dorian sold everything and moved west. Three years ago, he’d walked into the Pleasure Cave and never left.
Since then he had been serving up delicacies unlike anything the state of Montana had ever seen. One of a kind, he was a delectable addition to the staff at the Pleasure Cave.
With Andrea on his arm, Justice walked into the restaurant, and waited for the maître d’ to seat them. He had called ahead and requested a private booth, knowing Andrea would be a little shy and squeamish for what they had planned.
Once seated, he watched as the maître d’ closed the glass enclosure and dimmed the glass to a soft gray.
“Time for lesson two.” He smiled reaching for a glass of water.
* * * *
Andrea had no clue what lesson two was, nor did she care. Her ass was hanging out and everyone who had seen her had seen her butt! She was nearly naked, as they paraded her around as if it was nothing. She’d kept her mouth shut the whole time Justice dressed her, thinking the stockings were kind of sexy, and the shoes were comfortable, but when the bra and skirt, or half skirt, were put on her, she didn’t have the nerve to speak up and say, “Um, asshole, where is the rest of the fucking outfit!” Nope she’d kept her damn mouth shut and eyes firmly planted on the ground.
She was not even wearing panties for Christ’s sake!
Her hoo-ha was on display!
Moreover, she was cold again. Why did the club keep the air so cold in this place? So many questions she wanted to ask, yet she did not know how to ask without getting her ass spanked. She was missing something. She knew it. There had to be a trick to speak to these men, without getting her fanny paddled.
She kept her eyes lowered as Justice slowly made his way through the restaurant. She could hear the whispers and gasps as she walked by. On occasion, Justice would stop and shake hands with someone, but never introduced her, which she thought was rude. She listened as he talked with the head chef, who looked her up and down, even asking Justice to twirl her around so he could see the complete outfit. She wanted to crawl under the table and demand that they bring her something to cover her up with. This was embarrassing!
Yet, Justice complied and twirled her, right there in the middle of the restaurant as if she was some delicious delicacy he couldn’t wait to taste. She was mortified.
While Justice was talking with the chef, she ventured a look behind her at Quinton, who looked directly at her. She noticed that oddity about the brothers. While Justice was more open and prone to conversation, Quinton was the quieter one, giving her his undivided attention. It was weird, but comforting. No matter what Justice did or said, she could always feel Quinton looking at her, watching her every move, every reaction. He studied her as if she were some damn science experiment.
Through it all, she stood, mute and unable to find her voice. Her head was screaming at her, but somehow the connection from mind to mouth had been severed when she’d signed that damn contract.
They were walking again. Thank God!
Keeping her head down she concentrated on standing upright, and not so much about the lack of clothing she wore. The boots Justice had put her in were expensive, but the heels were so damn high she felt as if she could touch the ceiling. It was a good thing that she was holding on to Justice’s arm. She just knew if she had to walk alone, she would fall face-first on the floor, and everyone would get a show no one would ever forget.
The maître d’ showed them to a table in the back, and she noticed that there were only two chairs. She felt Quinton move around her, and watched as he took one of the seats. She watched as he reached his hand for her, and before she could say anything, she was sitting on his lap, his arm wrapped around her waist.
Thank you, baby Jesus, I am finally sitting! she thought, but then realized she was not sure how he was going to eat breakfast with her on his lap, or how she would for that matter. Venturing a look, she watched as Justice quietly talked to the maître d’ and when he nodded, he turned and left, closing the glass wall behind him. Then the glass darkened.
They were alone again, in private, and for some reason, she knew breakfast was not going to be just about eating food.
“Time for lesson two,” she heard Justice say as he reached for a glass of water. Looking up, she stared at the man who was smiling at her. She had no idea what he had planned, or what he was thinking, but the devilish look upon his face told her she would be screaming out another orgasm rather soon. Jumping off Quinton’s lap, she turned and faced them.
“Red!” she firmly said, with her hands on her hips. She was all for learning what it took to become a submissive, and she desperately wanted the inside track into this lifestyle, but damn it, she needed some fucking answers.
“I need some questions answered, before we continue. I can’t keep going along with you two without knowing what is happening. I am too afraid to ask questions, because I don’t want either of you to spank my ass. Besides, it hurts and I am not quite sure why I am being punished half the time. Neither of you give anything away. The only time you talk to me is when you’re giving orders. That isn’t going to fly with me. I am a smart woman, and I can learn if you tell me everything, but you are not. You expect me to follow your directions, well, I expect to be told what is happening and why. It works both ways.
“In addition, what is up with this outfit? Do you know how embarrassing it was for me to walk around like some fucking show pony on display? Everyone saw me! They stared like some gawking kids, drooling over a piece of candy. I hated it and I hate this outfit!” she ranted, stomping her foot, letting everything go that she had kept to herself. It felt wonderful to release all that pent-up frustration and concern. Feeling relieved, she took a deep breath and waited for them to respond.
She thought for sure they would interrupt her, and order her to do something horrible, but they never did. They both sat there, giving her their full attention.
“Have I not explained everything clearly?” Quinton asked.
“You have, but that one,” she shouted, pointing at Justice, “he doesn’t say crap! He just barks orders as if he is some fucking god, and expects me to obey. I am guessing it was him that chose this ridiculous outfit.”
“Well…”
“I’m not talking to you!” she shouted, interrupting Justice when he tried to say something. “I want to learn everything there is to becoming a submissive. I agreed to be trained by you, but I thought I was going to learn something useful, not be some sex toy for you or your brother’s convenience. Because if this is all there is, I don’t want to do this anymore.”
“Is that what you think, Andrea? That we are t
reating you like a sex toy, for our convenience?” Quinton asked coolly. Something in the way he asked made her back up a step, and when he got to his feet, she actually regretted her outburst, wishing once again she would learn to shut her fucking mouth.
“First, you did sign the contract, and you did agree to be our submissive for one week, and we agreed to teach you what it meant to be our submissive. Second, I believe my brother and I have been very forthcoming with you and honest with everything we have done up to this point. Thirdly, that outfit you are wearing, I picked it out because I knew you would look beautiful in it, and I was right, because you do. Finally, if you do not want to do this anymore, use your safe word, and it ends, right now. Because if you ever curse, shout, or tell my brother to shut up ever again while you are in training, I will spank your ass so red, you will not be able to sit down for a week. Are we clear, Andrea?” Quinton gruffly said, standing firm, with his arms crossed across his chest, his eyes boring into hers.
Andrea had always thought her father was the only one who could ever instill the fear of God into her, but looking at Quinton, he trumped her father on so many levels. He stood before her staring at her. She could see the flames of hell within his depths. She had pissed him off. He had told her yesterday that he was the more dominant one, and looking at him now, she believed him. Justice may bark orders, but he did it with a grin or smile. Justice was playful, whereas Quinton was quiet and cunning.
Gulping, she looked at the floor and whispered, “I’m sorry.”
“I’m sorry what?”
“I’m sorry, Master.”
“Are you using your safe word?” he asked tightly.
“No, Master.”
“Good. Now if you are through, may we please eat breakfast?” he asked, sitting back down, waiting for her to take her seat on his lap once again.
“Yes, Master,” she meekly said, walking back over to him.
Breakfast was served without fanfare. A delicious buffet was wheeled in, and though she was ravenous, the thought of eating made her stomach churn. She did not know where she’d gone wrong explaining her concerns, but the conversation had turned immediately in Quinton’s favor when he spoke. His control over her was something she was going to have to think about when she had a few moments to herself. She did not know how she’d lost the upper hand, but when he’d stood, he did so with immense power. She swore she saw it radiating off him, in waves. He was something to behold, a strong man, with little to say, but when he spoke, he spoke volumes and it reached deep within her, touching her core.
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