“Yes, more, baby. Many more for you tonight. And they are all mine.”
He wrapped both arms around her, pinning her to the divan, though he was careful to not press against her neck. One hand snaked up to squeeze and thrum at her nipple while the other continued stroking her swollen clit, and the rise to climax was inexorable as he played her body for his own pleasure, whispering sweet, naughty words to her.
He pinched her clit between two fingers and began rolling it, and he was right. She had many more orgasms that night.
* * * *
Joseph smiled as he stroked Bunny’s bare breast. The moonlight shone down on her as she lay sprawled in his bed, her limbs entwined in the sheets. Her skin was pearlescent in the fading light. Her nipple stiffened as he blew softly on it, and a smile flickered briefly on her lovely face before she slipped away into her deep dreams again. He’d let her sleep a little longer because he wasn’t nearly done with her. He might never be.
He wanted to wake her, tie her to the hardware built into the headboard, and introduce his giggling sub to more “Dom-like” behavior, but his musings were shattered a moment later by the shrill scream of the fire alarm.
With a great gulping gasp, she came upright. “What? What’s wrong? Joseph!”
“I’m here, Bunny. Stay put for a second.” He grabbed his robe from the chair by the bed and handed it to her. “Put this on.”
He hurried to the bedroom door, which felt cool to the touch, and ran to the main door of his suite. After ascertaining it was safe, he yanked it open, only to realize he was naked. The pounding of feet on the stairs alerted him to imminent company, and he raced back to his bedroom, nearly colliding with Bunny, who was peeking around the door. He grabbed his spare robe and pulled her along with him.
In the hallway, Mr. Hughes, with tufts of gray hair standing up everywhere, Mrs. Hernandez, huffing and puffing with exertion, and Beckett Herbold, looking bleary-eyed, all intersected with him and Bunny.
“What’s happened?” Joseph demanded.
“It’s the smoke alarms in the kitchen, sir,” Beckett said as he blinked at his smartphone, tapping rapidly.
“My kitchen!” Mrs. Hernandez squeaked in alarm as she turned and ran back the other direction.
“Carmen, wait!” Joseph said. “Wait for us. Don’t open any doors.”
“Yes, sir! My kitchen! My brand new pots! I’ll kill the person who messes up my kitchen! Maldito hijo de puta!”
Joseph couldn’t help but smile at her vehemence on behalf of her pots and pans, and they all ran for the stairs leading to the kitchen.
They almost slammed into Mrs. Hernandez standing in the arched entry to her pristine, and smoke-free, domain.
“Nothing,” the cook said and then put her hands over her ears. “Except for that alarm!”
“Just a second!” Beckett hollered as he rubbed his eyes and tapped at his smartphone, which served as a remote for the security system, same as Joseph’s.
A moment later, the screeching alarm stopped, and the room was filled with booming silence for a few seconds before he heard Bunny’s gasping breaths. Turning to her, he pulled her close, to find she was trembling.
“You okay?”
“Just startled. And I’m not used to running that far after being woken from a sound sleep.”
Her cheeks had turned bright red, and he realized why when he looked around and saw not only the cook, the butler, and his personal assistant staring at her in surprise. They’d also been joined by the rest of the staff, and Jade, who stared at Bunny with such enmity he was glad he stood between them.
“All right, everyone. I’ll call the fire department and let them know,” Joseph said. “I’m sure they’re already on their way, and they’ll want to check things out. If you encounter them, please be cooperative. Tomorrow, we’re starting the day with a fire drill because if this place had been on fire…”
“Yes, sir,” Mrs. Hernandez said, patting his arm. “I’ll get with Mr. Hughes, and we’ll come up with a plan, just like for first-graders in elementary school.”
“I’m glad your kitchen is unharmed, ma’am,” Bunny said softly, still sounding a little out of breath.
“Please call me Carmen, mi hija,” she said as she patted Bunny’s shoulder. “That was scary, but I’m glad we’re all okay.” The on-site staff wandered back down the corridor murmuring to each other, with Jade trailing after. Soon it was just him, Bunny, Hughes, and Beckett.
Collecting his thoughts, he said, “Beckett, in the morning, let’s get in touch with the company who installed the alarm system. Who was it again?”
Beckett glanced at Bunny. “Grogan Home Theater and Communications did it for us when the mansion was built, sir.”
Bunny was able to smile, and he was glad of it after the scare she’d had, and she nodded. “That was before my time, but I’m familiar with the system and the type of installation. I’m also certified. I could have a look?”
Satisfied, Joseph nodded. “Perhaps, but not right this minute.” It didn’t sit well with him for some reason, maybe his macho side coming out under duress, but he wanted her safe, not tracing a system that might have faulty wiring. He turned to his personal assistant. “Thanks, Beckett. We’ll deal with it in the morning. For now, go back to bed. That’s what we’re all going to do,” he added, looking at her.
She might as well know he’d claimed her here and now, unless she walked away in the morning. But that would be later. Not at this ungodly hour.
Beckett nodded. “Sir, I’d be happy to call the alarm company and deal with the fire department, if they come.”
He was paying the man to assist him, after all. “Thank you, Beckett. That would be much appreciated, if you don’t mind?”
“Not at all, sir. Hope you’re able to get some rest,” he murmured before leaving them alone.
“What time is it?” she murmured as she pushed her hair, all wild and vibrant, away from her face.
“Four thirty,” he said after glancing at the clock hanging over the sink.
“Shoot. We didn’t even get to sleep for an hour.”
“Watching you, fiammetta, I haven’t slept at all.”
Her cheeks flushed, and she playfully poked his shoulder. “Oh, Beastly.”
Upstairs in his suite, she let the robe slide from her shoulders into a puddle on the floor and climbed right back into his messy bed. His dick tightened at the sight of her sweet little cunt on display. She looked at him invitingly over her shoulder, biting her bottom lip. She wanted more.
He reached for another condom from the night table and sheathed himself, growing more stimulated as she watched him and made a purring sound. Climbing onto the bed behind her, he pulled her back into his embrace and lifted her hips.
She arched and shuddered as their bodies joined in a hot surge. “Yes!”
And she called him insatiable.
Chapter Eleven
Bunny giggle-snorted as she reached for the dill pickle on her plate. “Bless your heart, Beastly. If I have to submit to that, then so do you.”
“That’s not the way it works, and keep your voice down when you use that nickname.” He frowned down at his plate, a soft growl of consternation rumbling in his chest, and she mashed her lips down hard on her grin.
“Sorry, Sir,” she whispered, rubbing her denim-clad ankle against his under the kitchen table in consolation. “That’s just one more thing you can spank me for later. I’m sure you have a list.”
His grin was slow and scary, and a little evil, as he looked up at her from his meal. She got wet and squirmy, and his grin told her he knew it.
She’d been upstairs, inspecting the alarm system, tracing and checking the connections, when Mrs. Hernandez had called her to let her know lunch was ready.
Stomach growling, she’d come down to the kitchen and found Joseph just sitting down at the table, a manila folder beside him.
The cook had pointed at the other plate, which contained a hot gourmet-looking sandwich and s
aid, “That’s for you, mi hija.”
When she’d joined Joseph at the table, she’d pointed at the folder and said, “What’s up?” and he’d told her they needed to discuss her general health because of the issue with her neck the night before and also what their expectations were. Evidently Doms had a list for everything, including hygiene.
“It’s a basic personal upkeep request, Bunny, one that many Doms expect. All the Hazelle House subs get fully waxed. I want you to also.”
“But it hurts. Didn’t you tell me the other night that you had spent time submitting while your mentor was training you?”
He nodded. “Yes, I did. Every Dom should know what it’s like from the submissive’s perspective.”
“Respectfully, Sir, did you have hot wax slathered over your bat and balls and ass and then experience having the hair ripped out by the roots? Because ow!” she said with a shudder while looking around to make sure they were alone. The staff and Jade had a habit of sneaking up on them when they were talking, and this was a private conversation.
She thought he might’ve paled a little at the description, but he shook his head. “Bratty at every turn. Why am I bothering if you intend to argue even the basic expectations?”
Bunny gave the dill pickle a long, slow lick. “Tell you what. I’ll make you a deal.”
His eyes followed her tongue as she licked at the salty, sour juice on the pickle. “Bunny.”
She ignored his warning tone. “Hear me out, Sir. I’ll make an appointment for a full Brazilian at Madeleine’s—for both of us. I’ll do it, if you do it.” Opening her mouth, she bared her teeth and took a big chunk out of the thick pickle, stifling her laughter at the way he stared and then cringed.
“No.”
Giggling, she licked the juice from her lips and fingers. “Come on. I’ll do it if you’ll do it…unless you’re chicken?”
He sighed, and his jaw looked as if he was grinding his molars.
“Bawk-bawk-bawk?” she said softly as she flapped her elbows and giggled until he finally looked up at her, and she saw the amusement glittering in his eyes.
“What am I going to do with you, Miss Carrigan? God, would you stop that?” he ground out as she licked her pickle again and then took another big bite.
“What?” she said over her chewing. “I’ve been in your hot attic. The dill pickle and its juice help to keep muscle cramps at bay.”
He tilted his head as he gazed at her, and his expression softened a little. “I hate that you’re working in the attic today.”
“Only for short periods and it’s not too bad since your attic is foam insulated. So what else is on your diabolical list?”
He glanced at her and drew across the line that listed “waxed pussy” as a requirement and then checked off the next one. “Regular exercise. That’s not a problem, given what you do for a living. Neither will hygiene. It’s obvious you take care of yourself.”
“Why, thank you, handsome. Hey, I just had a thought.”
Heaving a sigh, he said, “We’ll get to forms of address shortly.”
She smiled. “Noted…Beastly.”
“You have a death wish.”
“That or my ass does. Anyway, how about if, instead of getting waxed, I dye my pussy to match my red hair? That might be interesting.”
He frowned and shook his head. “No, no dye near my pussy.”
“Uh—mine,” she interrupted, pointing down at her crotch. “It’s attached. Goes everywhere I do.”
“My sub. My pussy,” he said, and for once, she kept her mouth shut. “I don’t want you to do that, Bunny. That’s too sensitive a place to be putting dyes. What if you just keep the area nicely trimmed?”
Nodding enthusiastically, she said, “I can do that. It may take some flexibility and a mirror, but I’m okay with that.”
His smile was another one of those scary evil ones. “I’d be happy to inspect and help if need be.”
“You’d like that, huh?”
“I’d enjoy it.”
“Okay, Sir,” she murmured, liking the whole idea of being taken care of.
He went on listing other areas she’d need to observe submissive status and behavior, including her manner of dress.
“I can’t afford any fancy fetish clothing right now, Sir.”
“I would provide what you need if I allow you to wear anything.”
She thought back to the night she’d encountered Violet Tyler in her all-together, and she surprised herself when she said, “You wouldn’t ask more of me than I can give, would you?”
“I would not. But I will explore with you what your limit is in that regard. Would you go nude if I asked it of you and I could guarantee your safety?”
She nodded. “I’m okay with that, I think. What will I call you when we are around the others? I won’t call you Beastly, if you’re worried about that by the way.” That was personal, between the two of them.
He smirked. “Right. Don’t make promises you may not be able to keep. You may call me Sir, as you have been doing—beautifully, I might add.”
It came a lot easier than she’d expected it would, but she wasn’t ready to admit that.
Joseph sipped from his glass of iced tea, studying her as she ate another bite of her sandwich. “I’m not your Master, and I don’t expect you to call me that.”
“You don’t?” Man, I thought that was non-negotiable.
He shook his head. “I don’t want you calling me Master until I know you’re saying it from a heart of obedience, and you’re a long way from there.”
That stung a little, but she understood what he meant. She was not the most subservient person. Not even close.
“Yes, Sir. Can I call you Joseph or—you know—when we are alone?”
He nodded. “Unless I tell you that you may not. And for each Beastly, you get a pop on your ass, to be administered at my discretion.”
“Oh boy.” She glanced up at him and found that he was smiling at her. “So, those would be the good kind of spankings?”
He nodded and chuckled. “For me they will be. I’m not sure how your ass is going to feel about it.”
She gasped in indignation she didn’t quite feel, looking into his amused eyes. “My poor heinie.”
“Indeed.” He flitted a quick gaze to the entry. “Speaking of which, are you an anal virgin?”
“No, but—”
“Then I want to add that to our list. You’ll have all the prep you need, Bunny. Stop looking at me that way. I’d never harm you.” His evil smile reappeared. “Matter of fact, I plan to show you how good it can be, for you as well as me.”
“All right, then.”
“Good. I’ll want to fuck your adorable little ass soon.” She giggled at his nonchalance, and he smiled in response. “I like that sound, fiammetta.”
He flipped the page on the list and slid several blank forms across the table. The health forms. He’d told her if she wanted to train as his submissive, sexual or otherwise, she needed to get her doctor situation ironed out and make sure she was in good health, something she’d needed to do anyway.
“And this is my paperwork,” he said, sliding another set of forms across for her to see. They were dated just the week before. “As you can see, I’m in good health.”
Taking him seriously, she shuffled through the papers and then shook her head. “Nuh-uh. What’s this?” she asked, tapping one of the forms itemizing his lab work results.
He sighed. “Most subs focus on my sexual health, Bunny.”
“Beastly,” she said with a grin, “if we’re to be going at it like we were last night, your overall health is important to me, too. What does your doctor say about your cholesterol numbers?”
He smiled back at her. “Dr. Rivers suggested I alter my diet or possibly go on a medication. I’m electing to try to bring the numbers back into range with exercise and diet first. Although, as you said, if we’re going at it regularly like we were last night, you’re liable to have
me back in shape in no time.”
“Have you told Mrs. Hernandez so she can alter your diet accordingly?” she asked with an arched brow, enjoying herself just a tad.
“No, but I will if it’s important to you. The number isn’t that far out of range.”
“It’s important to me, Sir.”
His smile made her heart thump, and then he said, “Consider it done.”
“All right then. What else?”
That evil grin spread across his lips once more. “Spanking, paddling, whipping, and caning—”
“Oh my,” she quipped and then giggled. “I’ll have a safeword, right?”
“Yes, but my goal is that you shouldn’t have to use it. I’ll be observing your tolerance and how you react. I have no wish to take you much beyond what you think you can handle.”
“Much beyond?”
“The idea is to test your limits, fiammetta,” he murmured as he reached out to caress her hand.
She leaned forward to look at the list. “Yes, to spanking and paddling, but I’m not sure about whips and canes. If I agree to spanking and paddling, does that mean Samson gets to spank or paddle me?”
“I’m glad you brought that up. Do your studying and follow the club rules I gave you. To the best of your ability and knowledge, obey the club rules, and you won’t have to worry about that. But…”
“But what, Sir?”
Joseph shrugged. “Not all the Doms will make obedience easy for you. Just do what is required and serve with your heart, and they will understand if you make mistake. If not…”
“It’s my butt, huh?”
“In a sense, yes.” He looked amused by the prospect. “They would bring you to me and I would decide your fate, since you are under my authority.”
“Okay, so, is there ever a night where we switch places, where I get to tie you up? Like a Sadie Hawkins sub night?”
His rich laughter echoed through the kitchen and even made her laugh with him, and then he shook his head. “Absolutely not. I’d have a Dom mutiny.”
“Sh—oooot.”
“Nice save, fiammetta.”
She put her head in her hand and sighed. “This is a lot to remember.”
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