A tremor went through her heart, not at what Joseph would think, but whether his mentor would take one look at her and ridicule Joseph. Maybe she should’ve gone ahead and gotten waxed? She’d second-guessed herself until she’d finally called Violet, and her new friend had talked her down from the ledge.
Violet had suggested white high-heeled Mary Jane pumps to go with the socks, saying the vertical stripes would elongate her legs, and the heels would also do amazing things for her ass. She’d wanted to go for it, but there was only so much luck she could hope to have tonight, and she didn’t want to waste it all on not busting her ass in those heels.
And that was it. The rest of her was as bare-assed as the day she’d been born.
She reached into her bag and pulled out the last part of her “costume” and ripped the wrapper off of it. She gave the large lollipop a lick and pulled open the bathroom door.
Joseph was poised with a hand raised to knock again, and he froze. His dark eyebrows arched as a smile slowly formed on his sensual lips, and she smiled back at the approval filling his eyes.
He beckoned her out into the bedroom, and she sashayed forth, licking her lollipop, and he walked a slow circuit around her. “Very,” he murmured in a rumbly, sexy voice, “very nice.”
“Yes?” she asked, bouncing on the balls of her feet as he came to stand in front of her again.
He reached out to cup one of her breasts, thumbing her stiff nipple, and the warm quiver in her grew. She was already a little wet as well.
“You’ve pleased me, Bunny. I was wondering if you were having second thoughts in there.”
“No, just hoping I chose well.”
“You chose very well. Come. I have some things for you.”
She followed him to the massive bedside, and he sat down and drew her to stand between his knees. Given the height of his bed and her short stature, she was looking down at him, but not by much, and her pussy clenched again as he smiled and drew her closer so he could suck at both of her nipples in turn.
After releasing her right nipple with a wet pop, he patted the small pink bow adorning the curls on her mound. “This is a nice touch, fiammetta. How did you get it to stay?”
“Honey,” she replied in a shaky voice as he stroked her pussy and paused as his fingers encountered the wetness between her lips.
“It seems you’re excited about this evening.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Why?”
“I wanted to make you happy. I was nervous, worried you might think I looked silly or childish—”
He held his glistening fingers for her to see and shook his head. “That’s the essence of your submission, and you’ve pleased me. I plan to make a dessert of that honey later.”
“Tonight? Afterward?” she asked.
He licked his fingers and gave her a crooked smile and shook his head. “I’ll decide. Maybe while I’m visiting with Hector and Juno. Would you hold still for me if I enjoyed my dessert while they watch?”
Her inner devil was doing summersaults as he continued.
“Perhaps while the others are sitting with us.”
An echo of her old words came to her. She’d repeatedly said she didn’t do submission. She didn’t get pushed around. She wasn’t a doormat. Well, evidently, she did do submission, and Mona, Violet, and Joseph had all known what they were talking about because the last thing she felt like was pushed around or a doormat. But she most definitely wanted to submit to this man.
“I would, Sir, if that’s what you want.”
He chuckled. “I love hearing those sweet, submissive words from you, fiammetta, but I’m looking forward to how you put them into action even more.”
She bit down on her lip to keep the smart comment at bay and just smiled at him as he leaned forward and sucked her nipple again, sending a spiral of need through her, which centered in her pussy. She would be his perfect submissive, even if it killed her ass.
Twinkling gray eyes looked up at her as if he knew what she was thinking and challenging her. “Now,” he went on, “first things, first. Nipple clamps.”
“What?” she said, closing her hands protectively over her breasts, covering her nipples, which were tight from all his attention and the imminent threat. “You can’t.”
“Oh no? I can decorate my submissive’s body in any manner I choose. They weren’t a hard limit for you.”
“Right. Shucks. Okay. Nipple clamps it is,” she said, dropping her hands obediently to her sides.
He chuckled. “Excellent. If you’re truly this submissive, then the butt plug should be easy.”
She might be dressed as a naughty little girl, but throwing herself on the floor and throwing a tantrum would get her only more licks.
Twenty minutes later, Joseph held her hand as they walked down the corridor from his suite, the butt plug, which was motherfuckin’ huge, shifting in her ass in a manner that should not have been setting all her nerve endings on fire, but was.
Laughter tinged Joseph’s voice as he squeezed her hand in encouragement. “You are a delight, little scamp.”
“My booty isn’t delighted, Sir,” she muttered, her ass cheeks tingling, not only because he’d lubed a motherfuckin’ huge butt plug and shoved it up her ass but, afterward, he’d also given her a few pops.
“Just to get you warmed up, fiammetta,” he’d said amiably, drumming on her butt as if it was his play toy. With each stride she took, the plug reminded her of its presence.
Her breasts also bobbed with each step, her back arching slightly as she tried to abate the arousing scrape and tingle of the nipple clamps he’d applied to her nipples. Tiny pink crystals dangled from each of them, tickling the flesh beneath with each movement.
The item he’d placed on her that hadn’t bothered her all that much was the one she’d feared the most. She’d had trouble breathing for a second when he’d lifted the collar to show her. Her mouth had gone dry, judging by how loudly she’d gulped when he’d put it on her.
Joseph told her it was to demonstrate to the other Doms that she was claimed and not available for play that night. A safety measure. But that thought hadn’t been very comforting, and she reached up to stroke the collar, a thin iridescent band buckled to its loosest possible setting. What if someone grabbed it?
His words had played over and over in her mind. She wasn’t available for play tonight. On other nights, would he expect her to just go with any Dom he approved of? The thought created a painful ache in her chest.
As if he was a mind reader, Joseph halted her at the stairs leading down to his private entry to the west wing and tipped her chin up. “Honesty, fiammetta. Always?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Tell me why your face has gone pale and your hands, which were warm before, are now cold. It’s not just nerves, is it?”
“No, Sir. I mean, yes, I am nervous. But I don’t want to play with other Doms. I’m doing my best to submit to you as much as I can, but if you want me to just go off and submit to whoever you tell me to, I can tell you right now, Sir, it won’t happen. I can’t.”
“Why?”
She licked her lower lip, resolving she’d be honest. Better to tell him now and potentially ruin everything than to get herself into a tough spot in the club. “Because I don’t want to. If you think I’m letting any of those other Doms, even the nice ones I already know, touch me intimately, we’re done right now. I’m either yours, or I’m gone—Sir.”
Joseph looked down at her hand clutching his, and then his eyes, dark and so full of secrets, gazed into hers. “I keep forgetting we haven’t known each other that long, fiammetta. I don’t share subs I’m involved with. But what about the situation the other night with Samson? He touched you, and it was all right.”
She gulped again, wondering if she’d feel the same if it’d happened when she was practically nude tonight. “I was wearing a bra and panties. He strapped my ass once, and then he hugged me. He didn’t try to fuck me.”
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sp; He brushed her lip with his thumb, and a dark frown flickered on his brow. “Such language from such a sweet mouth. A clarification is in order then. You owed Samson an apology the other night, and I thought the last lick of your punishment was proper recompense for your sassiness toward him. That wasn’t me sending you off to play with him. Trust me, you’d know the difference if you’d ever done a scene with him. I’d never let another Dom touch you in a manner that was a hard limit for you. Hell, if you want the truth, you could’ve refused to take the paddle to him the other night and there would’ve been no repercussions.”
She nodded, believing him. She’d gone willingly and knew he wouldn’t have mistreated her if she’d refused. “I only want you touching me intimately.” Subs probably didn’t get this pushy with their Doms, but she needed him to understand. Only him.
Joseph nodded. “Any Dom in the club would ask permission before touching you—”
“Sir, Master Hunter didn’t.”
He set his jaw and drilled her with those eyes. “And he is gone. Interrupt me again and I will put you over my knee and we can get your spanking from last night caught up right here and now.”
“But earlier—”
“That was a warmup, not a spanking. You’ll know when I’m spanking you.”
“Shoot. I should’ve known. Fudgesicles. But they have to ask you before touching me?”
“Yes. I think you’re prolonging your worry with all these questions. You’re safe with me.”
That might be what he said, but she wondered if she could stay out of trouble for a whole night.
She was relieved to find that the club wasn’t very busy when they walked through the entrance. Joseph stroked the small of her back when she jumped at the sound of a whip cracking and the subsequent moan of a sub at the hands of Samson Cutter.
“Come,” he said softly as he tugged her in Samson’s direction. She pulled back, and he raised an eyebrow at her and then leaned close. “I want you to observe the sub, fiammetta, not volunteer you for a whipping. No one can touch you without my leave.”
“Okay, sorry, Sir.”
The sub was shackled to what Joseph had told her earlier was a St. Andrew’s cross in the corner, with a wide space roped off for Samson to wield the whip he was using. It was shorter than she would’ve expected, and as she watched, he applied another stroke to the sub’s back, which was marked with heated red lines. There was no blood, just rows of stripes and curves ranging from her shoulder blades, skipping over her lower back, and then continuing down her buttocks and thighs.
Samson paused and moved close enough to whisper to her, and she let her head fall back. A slow, ecstatic smile spread across her lips, and the expression on the woman’s face looked as if she had just been made love to and achieved a major orgasm.
The sub was quivering, but her muscles were loose, and she nodded and smiled at Samson and chuckled softly at something he said. Bunny heard the deep rumble of his laughter as he stroked her hair and then went about setting her loose from the shackles.
He was careful that she didn’t lose her balance as he wrapped a lightweight blanket around her, assisted her to sit, and handed her a bottle of water. His focus was completely on the sub and his work as he cleaned up the equipment and then checked on her.
Letting out a deep breath, he stretched his neck and broad shoulders, and then his arms. Looking around, he grinned when he noticed Joseph and Bunny and beckoned them over. He whispered to the sub as he gathered her gently into his lap, and she nodded, laid her cheek against his wide chest, and seemed to drift off as he pulled the blanket around to cover her completely.
“Join me?” Samson said, gesturing at the other love seat.
Bunny did as directed when Joseph motioned her to sit on a thick cushion at his feet and began conversing with Samson, but Bunny kept her eye on the other sub, whose face was completely hidden. Bunny heard the water bottle creak from the confines of the blanket, and then the woman wrapped up in Samson’s arms slowly went limp. She was able to sleep with conversations and rather loud and boisterous play going on around her?
A voice broke through her thoughts, and she looked up at Joseph as he said, “You’re biting your lip, and you look concerned, Bunny. Do you have a question?”
She studied Samson, and even though he sat there holding someone he’d just been busy whipping, he looked so at ease about it, so casual. “Should we leave you alone so she can rest or so you can talk or…whatever you would do for aftercare in this…situation—Sir?” she remembered to add at the last second.
Samson grinned at her. “You’re a fast learner, little girl. Victoria is resting, and she has already assured me she just needs to be held securely for a while.” Samson smiled tenderly at her and looked at Joseph. “She’s had several hard days at work. I may just sit here and let her sleep now that she’s able.”
Joseph nodded when she looked up at him, and she felt a mixture of relief and pride she’d remembered to check, and he said, “You can speak freely with Samson, Bunny. He’s a friend. Thank you for asking first.”
“What does she do?”
“Cardiac surgeon, pediatric specialist, I think.”
She remembered Joseph had said that, in the interest of privacy, the members limited the information they shared with each other in Hazelle House.
Bunny pointed at his whip. “And what you did helped her?”
Samson nodded. “I think so. She was thanking me the whole time. I hope it did.”
He didn’t do what he’d just done for his kicks only. He’d done it to help someone else, too? This world was so new and confusing.
Changing the subject, Samson glanced at what she had on and said, “Cute costume tonight, little girl. You have nice posture.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
“I like your bows.”
She smiled and looked up at Joseph. “I wanted to see Master Joseph smile this evening.”
Did I just say that?
Judging by the steely gaze trained on her, Joseph had heard her, too.
Oh boy. She could just hear his deep, raspy voice now. We’ll be discussing that later tonight, fiammetta.
Samson chuckled but said nothing about their nonverbal exchange, probably having the same mind-reading skill Joseph possessed. He grinned at Joseph and said, “I’ve heard Hector and Juno brought a friend with them.”
Joseph spoke quietly to a waitress, placing an order for beverages, and then nodded at Samson. “Yes, a friend of Juno’s. Hector called and asked if Juno might bring a friend, and I didn’t have a problem with it. If he’s vouching for her, I’m sure she is fine. Attractive blonde. She seemed nice enough.”
“Sub?”
“I’m not sure of her story, but I would imagine she is. They arrived earlier, and Hector was most concerned about getting Juno to the suite so she could lie down, so we haven’t had much of a chance to talk yet. I’m sure he’ll fill us in on her status later.”
“Think he’s matchmaking for you?” Samson asked, and she glanced up to find he was watching her with keen blue eyes.
She redirected her gaze as she attempted to slow her racing heart with deep, rhythmic breathing. Eyes on her hands, resting palm down on her drawn-together knees, fingers sliding on the slick pink satin covering the stretchy garters.
He’s mine.
Joseph’s rough fingertips slid beneath the fall of her hair and caressed her shoulder blade as he said, “You know what a matchmaker Juno is. But, hey, you’re still single, and it’s been a while since you’ve had a permanent sub.”
Samson snorted and sipped from his drink. “I doubt she’ll be motivated to move out this way upon meeting a tubby, graying sadist, but I’d be happy to play if she’d like.”
Bunny kept her eyes on her hands, toying with the stick of the lollipop. She’d thought all Doms and sadists, or tops or whatever, were brimming with confidence and sure of their place in the world. Samson’s words had showed a softer, more vulnerable side, and d
amned if he didn’t make her like him even more. He wasn’t that tubby, and his hair was pretty, darn it.
Samson and Joseph continued their conversation, and Bunny kept half an ear open as she scanned the club, grateful Joseph had positioned her so she wasn’t completely on display. This location gave her a chance to survey the club.
“Your guests have arrived, Joseph,” Samson murmured, gesturing discreetly to the main club entrance at the stairs.
She made a mental note to look at the outside of the mansion the next time to see which door the members used because she didn’t recall ever seeing anything remotely resembling a club entrance.
An imposing man dressed in black leather pants, which seemed to be standard attire with many of the male members but looked so much more intimidating on him, stood in the arched entry. Something about his aura declared he was a man who took charge, and Bunny knew it must be Hector, Joseph’s mentor.
Hector’s arm was wrapped protectively around a lovely, and obviously pregnant, woman with wavy black hair flowing around her shoulders. She smiled up at something he said and patted his chest as she slid her other hand down over her abdomen. Bunny was encouraged by her easy manner with her Dom. Juno didn’t look as though she was too concerned about being ordered to kneel at Hector’s feet. Without a doubt, Bunny knew what her response to such a demand would be if she was that pregnant. Something along the lines of Fuck you, Sir.
To the woman’s other side stood a tall, statuesque blonde with the classical features and carriage of a ballerina, presumably the guest Joseph and Samson had mentioned. Here was exactly the type of woman she’d heard, through rumor, that Joseph wanted for a sub. Cultured, elegant, and knowledgeable of the world she’d just entered, judging by the unconcerned gaze she cast about the club interior. So not what Bunny saw when she looked in the mirror every morning.
Samson spoke softly to the sub in his arms, who had since revived from her dazed state and now sat in his lap clutching her blanket to her and draining the bottle of water. She declined the offer to join them and then made Samson smile as she wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him and patted his back. Samson had a sweet smile when he wasn’t being gruff and scary.
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