by Eva Luxe
Sure, everything I was looking at was in full display, but it was usually forbidden and reserved for secrecy. Plus, I wasn’t even supposed to be here.
“Where are you taking me?” I asked.
My voice sounded hoarse, as if I’d spent the day shrieking at the top of my lungs and had damaged my vocal cords.
“Save the games, sweetheart,” he said, in an uninterested tone, while his eyes scanned my face and body. I decided it was better to keep my mouth shut and follow him to wherever he was taking me.
We left the club floor and strode down a long and narrow hallway full of rooms. A red light shone above some of the doors. I figured they indicated if the room was occupied or not and I also figured in a few minutes I’d be in one of those rooms and God only knew what was expected of me once I was.
Near the end of the hall, we stopped walking. Jimmy knocked on a door but didn’t wait for it to open before going in. He gestured for me to go inside, which I did.
The only light in the room came from muted sconces on the walls by the four-poster bed. We weren’t alone, but the corners were so dark it was hard to tell who else was there.
“Your guest, Sir,” Jimmy said, in a solemn and almost reverent voice.
From the shadows came a man wearing a mask and a pair of black trousers. And that was it. Even though he stood a few feet from me, I felt the power radiating from him.
I couldn’t deny the stranger’s handsomeness, but there was a fierceness there too, so strong that made me want to bury my head in Jimmy’s chest. I didn’t know Jimmy, other than our elevator conversation that went nowhere fast, but I could only hope he was tough enough to protect me from whatever this other guy— whom I knew even less— had in mind.
I gave the masked man a once-over. He looked to be a little over six feet tall, with thick dark hair. But it was hard to tell the exact shade in the low light. Defined muscles that might have been carved with a chisel lined his chest.
“You’re late, and pets who are late get punished,” he said.
His deep voice was neutral and held little emotion, but I heeded the warning behind the words. All the hair on my body stood straight up.
Jimmy took that as his queue to leave, and the door clicked behind me. Damn it. Instead of saving me, Jimmy had delivered me into the hands of this man who looked like he couldn’t wait to use them on me.
Chapter 4 – Wyatt Palmer
Who the fuck was the wide-eyed little blonde mouse standing in front of me? Whoever she was, she wasn’t Vivian.
My sub was feisty and petite, a short-haired Italian with a penchant for sassiness and the color red. Whereas this blonde girl was tall, even without the icepick heels she currently wore, and curvy. Whenever I got hold of Vivian, she would pay dearly for whatever game she was now playing.
Perhaps Jimmy had made a mistake and brought the girl to the wrong room, but not once in all the years I’d been a member of Expose had Jimmy ever made a mistake so grave.
Calling him to escort the mouse from my room would be the smart thing to do— the responsible thing to do— but the thought of flogging her shapely legs until she begged me to stop meant my dick was soon in charge. The mouse cleared her throat and tilted her chin as if to say pay some attention to me. That one gesture showed me that beneath the sweet “butter wouldn’t melt” cherub face was someone who didn’t back down easily.
Interesting.
Annoyance at Vivian’s non-arrival still rankled, but the evening still held promise and I wouldn’t let it go to waste. Perhaps the mouse was the challenge I’d been looking for. I grinned and considered the possibilities her unexpected appearance could bring, and my cock lurched in response to the lustful thoughts floating around my head.
“You should already know when you walk into a Master’s room, you undress and assume the required position,” I said, keeping my voice low and even. “And you should also know to address me as Master or Sir.”
“Master what?” she asked.
“I don’t recall giving you permission to talk, sub.”
The mouse nibbled on her lower lip, and her eyes darted around the room. That response alone told me she’d never been alone with a Dom before.
I was intrigued and also curious about how far I could push her before she scampered away. I knew nothing about this girl. Not her limits. Not her preferences. Not her name. Hell, I didn’t even know if she was a sub. But that wouldn’t stop me from toying with her. Nothing would happen between us, though. Some wet-behind-the-ears novice wasn’t my style.
She eyed me nervously and fidgeted with her hair, then her fingers, and then her hair again. Her sweet naivety called to me but then a face I’d done my best to forget pushed its way to the forefront of my thoughts. A sourness filled my mouth, and I tipped my head back to swallow down the all too familiar taste.
Had one of my competitors sent the mouse here? It wouldn’t be the first fucking time. If I asked her straight out, she wasn’t likely to spill her guts and tell me the truth. So, for now, I would give her the benefit of the doubt, but if she was sent here to worm her way into my affections, it was a trick I wouldn’t fall for again. Once bitten, twice shy.
I decided to just play along with whatever game Vivian had set up for me.
“Your lateness means one punishment.”
She sucked in a shocked breath.
“Punishment? Seriously?”
There was a rasp in her voice that accentuated her go-fuck-yourself attitude. I liked the mouse, and that wasn’t a good thing.
“I haven’t finished talking, sub.” I stalked toward her like a predator focused on its prey. My position was intimidating, but it was supposed to be. “You’re still wearing clothes. That’s two punishments, and since you still haven’t assumed the position, that’s three punishments. You failed to address me correctly, so I make that four punishments. You’re in my room, therefore, you’ve agreed to be under my control. My room, my rules. But you can leave anytime you want. I can call Jimmy to escort you out.”
She bit her lip and shook her head, but I didn’t miss the way every muscle in her body clenched. I’m sure her pussy was clenching for me too.
“As punishment, I can spank, paddle or flog your ass. Usually, I wouldn’t give you a choice, but because it’s Christmas, I’m feeling generous.”
Her eyes flashed, and I saw interest mixed with a hint of fear. It seemed she desired to have her backside reddened. She was a sub all right. An inexperienced sub but a sub nonetheless. Perhaps I’d been premature in thinking nothing would happen between us.
I reached out a finger and stroked it down her cheek. She didn’t flinch or pull away, but the muscles in her jaw tightened. The light in the room was too dull for me to see how much her skin flushed at my touch, but a distinct blush spread across her chest.
I trailed my fingertip down the velvety skin on her throat and zig-zagged it over her décolleté, but before I reached the swell of her breasts, I lifted my finger away, and I could have sworn I heard a small sigh of disappointment.
Guilt whispered in my ear, and I frowned. Part of me wanted to order the mouse out of my room and then call Vivian to demand an explanation, but the protective part of me wanted to hold the mouse in my arms and reassure her she was safe with me.
But was she really? The way my cock pulsed with every heartbeat, I wasn’t so sure.
I wouldn’t have sex with her, not without a contract in place. My self-imposed rules weren’t something I would break. Not now. Not ever. The one time I did ended in humiliation and heartbreak. It was a hard-learned lesson one I wasn’t in a hurry to repeat.
“You’re aware of what it means to be a sub, aren’t you?”
Her gaze dropped, and in a whisper, she said, “Yes, Master.”
“Look at me.”
She obeyed and lifted her face.
I studied her body language and the war raging inside of her. Her hands were clamped in front of her stomach, and her eyes glittered with desire, an
d the fact she hadn’t run away with her tail between her legs showed me she was as curious about me as I was her. When was the last time I’d felt so captivated? So roused?
I strode around her body, and as much as my fingers tingled with the need to touch her, I resisted.
Her lush figure held lots of promise. A cinched waist gave way to flared hips and an ass that begged for a thrashing. When I came around to the front of her body, I met her eyes. She swallowed hard, and the pulse in her neck fluttered, but she didn’t break eye contact. I tilted my head in thought and wondered what her eyes would look like glazed over with passion. The kind of passion she’d never experienced before.
“What brings you to the party?”
“I had an invitation, Master.”
Flushing, she finally broke eye contact.
“I see. And what brought you to my room?”
The corners of her lips lifted into a small smile. “I wouldn’t call Jimmy a ‘what.’ A Rottweiler in a tux maybe…”
Her words trailed off, but her smile stayed in place.
Fuck. She had a wicked sense of humor. One of my few weaknesses.
“Jimmy would be flattered at your description.” I rocked back on my heels and considered what I would and wouldn’t do. “Your ass is made for spanking, your tits for binding, and your hands for cuffing. I’m not sure which one I’d prefer. Which do you prefer?”
“I— I don’t—”
“Don’t be so shy. You must know what you prefer and what you don’t.”
“I guess I’m still not sure what I want. Can you teach me?”
“Are you ready?”
The way her eyes flashed before she looked down at the floor answered my question before her words did. She was ready for her punishment. And she was going to like it.
Chapter 5 – Wyatt Palmer
“For what?” she asked, even though I knew she already knew what I was talking about.
“Don’t test my patience, sub.”
A range of emotions flashed through her eyes… anger, disbelief, and finally arousal. She blinked a few times, and her feet shifted towards the door. So, the little mouse wasn’t as brave as she’d first appeared and was getting ready to flee. Shame. I couldn’t say it surprised me, but more than anything, it disappointed me.
Whoever she belonged to deserved a firm talking to about the risks of allowing an untrained and inexperienced sub loose in the club, especially on a night when most people wore eye masks.
But, to my amazement, she took a small step toward me, lifted her chin, and said, “I’m ready.”
Satisfaction at her defiant response filled me.
“Unless you’d like one more punishment added to the four you already have, undress.”
“Yes, Master.”
Her voice came out husky and sharp.
“Sassy little mouse, aren’t you?”
Reaching out, I traced a finger down her cheek and smiled at the bewildered look in her eyes. She looked as if she’d never submitted to anyone in her life, and I envied the Master who owned her or who would eventually own her.
“Why are you still dressed?” I demanded to know.
I stepped back, grinned and waited. She lifted her hands but then hesitated.
If she’d walked into someone else’s room, she could’ve found herself in a lot of trouble. But I wasn’t in the business of forcing myself on or taking advantage of vulnerable women, especially when they didn’t know what they were getting themselves into.
“I’m going to ask one more time. Do you know what it means to be in my room?”
“I understand, Master.”
“What is it you understand, Mouse?”
After taking a deep, firm breath, she answered, “I understand you control me in this space and I’m to do as you ask.”
“Good. What’s your safe word?”
She smiled at me, her green eyes filling with laughter. “Foliage, Master.”
I quirked an eyebrow in question. “Care to explain?”
“Have you ever watched The Office, Master?”
When the origin of her word choice dawned on me, I laughed. “You’re using Michael and Jan’s safe word. Unlike Jan, I promise to back off if things get too much for you.”
Her shoulders visibly lowered. She moved her hands to the back of her dress and pulled down the zipper. After stepping out of her dress, she carefully hung it over a chair by the door, taking her time to fold it and smooth out any creases.
My, my, my. The sight beneath her dress was something else. A black, strapless push-up bra supported luscious, creamy tits and a pair of sheer boy shorts showed off her perfect mound. She had a full, tidy bush, which was something I liked very much.
I leaned a hip against the end of the bed and admired the view.
“From where I’m standing, you’re still wearing too many clothes, sub.”
“Yes, Master.”
Reaching around, she unhooked her bra and sat it in front of her dress. Her tits were magnificent and were the perfect size to fill my hands.
By the contraction of her dark nipples, I could tell the little mouse was more than turned on. My cock tightened to the point of pain, aching to bury itself between her luscious mounds. But, it would get no relief from this sub’s body, at least not tonight.
When she went to kick off her heels, I instructed her to keep them on because I liked the shape they gave her legs.
She wiggled the sheer boy shorts down to her ankles, and when they were off, she placed them on top of her bra. A shiny dampness coated the tops of her inner thighs. Inexperienced but eager was something I could work with.
Once fully naked apart from her shoes, she stood tall and proud as if daring me to touch her and take her. Dare accepted. I stepped forward and inhaled. The scent of her arousal mixed with delicate vanilla perfume was like the fragrance of fresh blood to a vampire.
I leaned down and whispered in her ear.
“Do you want me to bend you over the edge of the bed and fuck you from behind? Are you woman enough to take all of me? Or would you prefer it if I plunged my tongue into the depths of your soaking pussy?”
A visible shiver ran through her body, and her nipples tightened even more.
“Should I tie you up or should I cuff you? What should I do to punish you?”
She stood silently, appearing as if she was barely breathing.
I strode around to her back and gave a sharp, quick swat to her right ass cheek.
“Ouch, that stung,” she called out.
I loved the way I made her voice sound. Helpless, vulnerable, mine for the taking.
I swatted the other side of her ass, harder than before. “Repeat what you said, but address me correctly.”
“Ouch,” she said through gritted teeth. “That stung, Master.”
“Better. I recall asking you a question, sub. What would you have me do?”
“Spank me,” she said, her words barely a whisper.
“If I’d known in advance, I would have arranged for the spanking bench, and I could have tied you down. But since we don’t have one, the bed will do,” I told her.
She nodded, ready to accept whatever arrangements I wanted. My cock twitched again with the desire to take her.
“Get on your hands and knees on the mattress with knees shoulder-width apart. You’re going to get a discipline spanking, which differs from an erotic one. This will teach you not to be late and how to behave when you walk into my room.”
Her breathing picked up pace. Teaching her how to submit would be a pleasure. A spreader bar would have been ideal, but since I’d packed my toys and tools for an evening with Vivian, I only had what I had planned to use on her.
This new girl was a different story. There were things I wanted to do her, to break her in. To claim her, take her, own her.
She knelt on the bed, and when she didn’t automatically position herself as I’d requested, I smacked the creases on the top of her thighs, and her legs quickly mo
ved apart. From my vantage point not only could I see her glistening pussy and swollen clit, but I could also see the appetizing hang of her tits and nipples.
“Beautiful, sub.”
“Thank you, Master.”
I brushed my fingertips over the crease of her ass, enjoying the shuddering response of her body.
“Definitely made for spanking.”
I placed one hand on the hollow of her spine and pressed down. This resulted in her backside rising a few inches.
Her pussy visibly clenched, and I teased the crack of her backside by running my fingers up and down it. Her muscles tensed, and I chuckled.
“Something you’re interested in?”
She gave her head a vehement shake. “No, Master.”
“I think you’re lying to yourself and me.”
I slid my fingers through her swollen labia, caught her clit between two knuckles and slowly pinched.
Her shoulders lifted, but I pushed them down and moved my attention to her ass cheeks. My hand came down hard on her left side, and the sound ricocheted around the room. The mouse yelped and jerked forward, but she didn’t ask me to stop.
The next spank was on her right cheek, and again she cried out. The third spank was under the curve of her left cheek, followed swiftly by a smack to the curve beneath her right cheek. A seasoned sub would have cursed at the pain, but this one held it all inside. She was stronger than she appeared.
“Tell me why I punished you, sub.”
“For being late,” the sound of fury filled her voice. “For not getting undressed and assuming the position. And—”
“And?”
“For not addressing you correctly, Master.”
“Good little mouse.”
I rubbed my hand over her backside and soothed the flaming skin. This punishment guaranteed she would never walk into someone’s room uninvited again.
I moved my palm between her legs and over her soaking pussy, and when she tried to scramble away, I held her in place.
“Not so fast,” I warned, before sliding my fingers between her labia folds, where I teased her entrance, enjoying the silky slickness. “You’re sopping wet. Did you like being punished? Did it turn you on?”
