Bunny looked at her lollipop and then held it out to Hector and said, “Sir, would you hold this while my big meanie Dom spanks my heinie? I’ve been a bad girl, you see.”
Hector shook with laughter. “Of course, little rascal.”
She handed it to him. “You can have a lick. It’s cherry, but it’s got my cooties all over it.”
Hector took her big lollipop and caught Joseph’s eye. “She gets two extras for talking to me without permission. You have a sassy brat on your hands. Are you sure you wouldn’t prefer a more malleable submissive?”
“Not a chance, my friend. Now, little flame, you’re just tacking on extra licks. Are you sure you’re not a masochist? That’s at least twenty pops you’ve earned, maybe more if you keep me waiting any longer. And afterward, I’m having my dessert.”
Her eyes were alight with excitement and arousal. “Twenty? You’re so mean!”
“Twenty-one.”
She stomped her foot, and her lush breasts bobbed with the movement, and she yelped and cupped her clamp-clad nipples. “Owie!”
He shook his head. “You don’t know the first thing about ‘owie.’ little flame, but you will. Get. Over. My. Knee.”
She leaned forward and blew a raspberry. “Make. Me.”
Hector raised a hand to interrupt. “Have you ever considered tying her to the medical exam table and giving her an enema? I’ve found it works wonders for subs who are full of shit.”
She gaped at Hector, placing her hand protectively over the butt plug in her rear. Enema play wasn’t his thing, and he’d never do that to her in the club, but she didn’t need to know that, and it sure got a great reaction.
“Now I know where you get it from. He sounds just like you, Beastly!”
Juno’s eyes popped, and she began to laugh behind her gag. Hector shook a finger at her, and she stifled her laughter, and then he grinned at Joseph.
“Twenty-three, Bunny. Hector has a good point. It’s nearly time for that plug to come out.”
She was over his lap, every luscious bit of her, in two seconds flat, wiggling her ass in his face.
“You comfortable? You’re going to be here a while.”
“I’m just fucking peachy, Sir!”
“Twenty-four it is unless—”
Bunny snorted and said, “Would you fucking get on with it, Sir? It’s not gonna spank itself.”
“Excellent. Twenty-five is a nice rounded number, I think.”
Hector shook his head. “She won’t be able to sit down for a week.”
Joseph chuckled and paused to gain her attention. She looked up at him and he said, “Remember, the club safeword is red. How is your neck?”
Her warm body suddenly loosened in his hold, and she smiled at him, her face upside down and flushed from her position and she whispered, “I saw my massage therapist this week, and my neck feels fine. Thank you for asking, Sir.”
She wiggled her bottom and braced her hands on the top of his shoe, providing a perfect target. Knowing she wanted what he was about to give her practically took his breath away. Instead, he smiled and squeezed her ass cheek hard, making her gasp.
“Prepare to have your ass beat, darlin’.”
“I’m aging here, Beastly!”
* * * *
Bunny didn’t struggle as Joseph warmed her flesh up, preparing it for a spanking, and she breathed deeply, more and more aware of the ache growing between her legs.
Her heart was still thumping from his caring question concerning her neck. Speaking of which, she relaxed her shoulders and breathed deeply, reminding herself that tensing up would make it worse. Instead, she curled herself around him as the first serious pop landed, counting as he’d asked her to with each one.
“Onesie! Twosie!”
He chuckled and continued on, slowly increasing the intensity so she had to pay attention or they took her by surprise and she lost count. He paused at twelve, and she cried out sharply when his fingers slid over her wet pussy lips, making her even more aware of how swollen and hot she was down there.
He uttered a satisfied sound and repositioned her, parting her legs, and she gaped as the next popped landed, the force of the blow landing partially on her pussy.
“What number was that, fiammetta?”
“Red-hot number thirteen, Sir!”
As he continued, he said, “I’ll grant you this, little subbie, we don’t lack for entertainment tonight.”
“I live to serve, Sir!”
“What happened to the three F’s, Bunny?”
“I’ve forgotten the alphabet, Sir! Fourteen! That one stung!”
He was going easy on her, probably because of the number, or because of her neck, and she appreciated it, but she didn’t want the others to think she got away with murder or anything. She tugged at his pant leg, and when he looked down at her, she stuck her tongue out at him. He tilted his head and reached down to stroke her neck. Then, arriving at his own decision, he delivered the last ten licks with ferocious intensity, and she was insanely hot and tingly as she gasped out the last count of twenty-five.
“Now that is a hot little ass,” he said, rubbing his callused fingertips over her sensitive flesh. “I think I’ve earned my dessert.”
He up-ended her, and she breathlessly whispered to herself, “Fuck me.”
“That could certainly be arranged, Bunny. Thank you for being so accommodating.”
She giggle-snorted at his tone, and she seriously considered it until she saw the crowd they’d gathered. Half the club was looking on, either amused, or maybe anxious to see what she’d pop off and say next.
She glanced up at Hector and Juno, who looked amused and only partially sympathetic as she rubbed her sore ass. Hector said, “Her submission is a charming mix of sass and sweetness, isn’t it?”
Joseph helped her to stand straight as she caught her breath and whispered, “That it is. That she is.” He pulled a blindfold from his coat pocket and said, “And now for my dessert.”
“But everyone will see, Sir.”
Joseph raised that sexy eyebrow again. “More than they’ve already seen? Blindfold on. I want you focused on me.”
She did as he asked, standing in front of him and then gasped as he hauled her over his shoulder. The next moment, he carried her down the steps, and she wondered where they were going.
Bracing her hands on his rippling butt cheeks, she squeezed. “Sir, I must say you have buns of steel. These are positively nibble-worthy.” She even drummed lightly on them for effect, her giggle ending in a yelp when he reached up and twisted her butt plug.
Securing her in his arms, he turned her over and laid her into some sort of apparatus. Completely disoriented to where they were in the room, she tried to remember the layout of the club and didn’t struggle as he used padded cuffs to secure her. But she damn sure reacted when the contraption moved and she was suddenly spread-eagle with her arms and legs stretched out wide while her head and torso remained on the padded surface. Fairly comfortable, except for that whole I’m only wearing socks and a tiny bow issue.
Hector’s voice came from somewhere nearby, humor lacing his rumbly tones as he said, “This medical exam table you’ve had built is fantastic, Joseph. So versatile.”
Oh no!
Another voice she didn’t recognize said, “It gives the appearance of a normal exam table, and with just a twist of the crank…ah, sweet deviance. And no way for a nervous subbie to get loose.”
Bunny bit her lip for a second. She was on edge and nervous, no doubt. But Joseph was in control. He’d told her she could be herself.
Well then.
She listened to Joseph’s voice as he took the time to demonstrate all the features of the table she’d looked on with trepidation earlier in the evening, squealing when he tickled the curls on her pussy. Judging by his voice, he was standing to her left, by her hip.
Time to be myself, I guess.
The blindfold actually helped her to focus as she wiggle
d around testing the restraints. All of them were secure enough for the average person. She was far from average.
“Sir, did I ever tell you about what my mama used to call me?”
He leaned down, and she moaned when she felt his hot breath on her tightly squeezed nipples, and she arched her back to lift one to his lips. “And what did your mama call you, little rabbit?”
She heard the amusement in his voice and smiled, pleased he seemed to be enjoying the evening, at her expense, but that was okay. She had a plan. She moaned again as his hot tongue stroked her nipple, and then he ran his teeth across it. He had his head turned toward her abdomen.
Perfect. She heard a chuckle from someone, maybe Samson, as she tugged and then slowly twisted her left arm in the restraint.
“Mama called me Houdini,” she said as she reached down and caressed his testicles and his pleasantly firm erection with her left hand. “You didn’t know I was double-jointed, did you?”
Joseph grew harder in her hand as his warm breath skimmed over her jaw and he nibbled at her chin. “I do now. Well done, sneaky sub.” He reached down and lifted her hand away, and several chuckles sounded around the room when she stuck her lip out and pouted while he cuffed her again.
Hector said, “Your sub may have fiery hair to match her vivacity, but she’s definitely a blonde. You’ve always preferred your subs waxed smooth, Joseph. I thought it was a club standard.”
Joseph took his time as he trailed a fingertip from her torso downward to her feet and then surprisingly moved to stand between her thighs, skimming that fingertip back up from her inner ankle to her inner thigh until he was once again tickling the curls between her legs.
“It’s a club standard, one my subs have always respected. But subs must master the art of negotiation, and my little bunny happens to be a master negotiator. I believe submission is sweetest when the sub makes up her mind to obey from a desire to please her Dom, and not from an obligation.”
“Uh, are you gonna keep talking about me as if I’m not in the room? I have the pussy. I make the rules. Hello?”
Silence. And more silence—broken only by her sudden increase in breathing as she recalled exactly who was tied down…and Joseph chuckled. An ominous sound.
Oh shit.
What ensued was a mean, bossy, sadistic, totally asshat-title-worthy Dom demonstrating that, in fact, the pussy did belong to him while she demonstrated her ability to curse like a sailor until Samson whispered in her ear that he’d be happy to gag her, and she shut the hell up.
Joseph had spent what felt like hours pushing her to the edge of orgasm, only to deny her, letting her come back down over and over again. He used his fingers to tease her, thrusting in and out of her embarrassingly wet pussy while licking until every trace of the honey she’d used to stick the little pink bow to the blonde curls on her mound was gone. He’d employed a vibrator some dickhead had been nice enough to get for him, and he was teasing her clit while flicking her still-clamped nipples.
“You know, fiammetta, I think it’s nearly time these came off, don’t you?”
She whimpered and fought the now sufficiently tight restraints and growled. “I think it’s time a lot of things got off.”
“Uh-uh, she’s not ready yet,” Hector said, the helpful motherfucker.
Joseph leaned down by her ear. “Fiammetta, I don’t think your ass could handle all the licks you’ve earned with your sailor mouth tonight, but calling the lead Dom in the room a motherfucker…not a good idea.” He kept teasing her clit as he talked to her, and she could hardly think.
“Sorry, Sir. Sorry, Hector, Sir. I didn’t mean to say that out loud. I’m kinda delirious right now. You’re not a motherfucker. You’re a fabulous, dipped-in-awesome-sauce non-motherfucker. Please, Sir!” Her heart pounded with a confusing mixture of anticipation, arousal, need, and anger. And in the mix was a strong desire to just let go. To cede control.
Standing at her side, his fingers slowly, oh-so slowly thrusting between her lips, enough to keep her hot and needy but not enough to get her off, Joseph caressed and squeezed one breast and then the other. They felt so swollen, and each touch sent a zing of sensation to her clit, magnifying the pleasure of his thumb on her clit. Joseph nudged the nipple clamps and bent down so his lips brushed her cheek as he spoke.
“Now, tell me, sweet little fire, whose pussy is this? Speak so Hector and the others can hear.”
She mashed her lips together, her belly trembling as the knot of sensation boiling in her core grew tighter and tighter as he pushed her ever closer. She wanted to go over so bad.
“Tell me, fiammetta.”
“Yours. It’s yours! My pussy is yours! Oh please, Master, please!” Her cry echoed through the club. In the next instant, white-hot fire licked at her nipples as the clamps came off, and he increased the force of his thrusting fingers, and she came. She screamed until she saw sheets of lightning behind her eyelids and the waves of ecstatic pleasure swelled around her in tsunami proportions. Static filled her ears, and voices and thunder crashed around her until she lost track of all sensation.
Enclosed in what felt like a fuzzy cocoon, Bunny finally came to, looking up with unfocused eyes. She tried to rub them, but her hands were clumsy, and Joseph stopped her.
“Close them, little angel,” he whispered, nearly silently.
She obeyed and held still as he blotted and then slid a soft tissue gently against both under-eye areas. She inhaled and let out a shaky breath, aware that she was curled in Joseph’s lap, wrapped in a luxuriously soft, furry blanket. Her fingers sank into the silky softness, anchoring her until she remembered who held her.
She blinked and looked up at him, meeting his warm gaze and smiling with lips that felt swollen. She blinked slowly as he caressed her cheek, and he said, “How do you feel?”
“Like I’m floating, Sir.”
“That would be the endorphins, love. Do you know where you are?” he asked with a broad smile, although he didn’t seem to be laughing at her.
“The club?”
“Yes. You’ve been out for a while.”
“Oh,” she murmured, trying without succeeding to sit up, and he helped her into a sitting position. They were back in Joseph’s seating area, and Hector, with Juno in his lap, Randall and Mona, Samson, with Jillian—that wench—kneeling at his feet, all seated around them.
“She lives,” Randall said, a smile on his face as she waved at him and Mona. They must’ve arrived late because she’d been looking for her new friend earlier and hadn’t seen her.
“Thank you for the delightful show earlier, little rabbit. You’re going to be a fun addition to the mansion,” Hector said, flicking a glance and a smile at Joseph as he leaned forward to hand her the lollipop. “A little bit of sugar might do you good right now.”
Joseph also handed her a bottle of water, which she uncapped and consumed thirstily.
“Good girl,” Joseph murmured.
Hector said, “It’s time I took Juno upstairs so she can get a good night’s rest, but we wanted to say good night to you first. Juno?”
Juno turned to Bunny and said, “Joseph mentioned you would be staying here tonight. We’re spending the weekend, and I hoped you might stay until brunch tomorrow so we can get to know you better.”
Bunny’s head was still a little fuzzy, but she nodded, honored that Joseph’s friends wanted to get to know her. She looked up at Joseph. “Would that be all right with you? I don’t want to take away from your time with them.”
“It’s what I want, too, Bunny, if you can stay until then.”
Hector said, “Jillian has something she would like to say to you.” He turned his penetrating silver gaze on the sub in question, and Jillian rose and approached, kneeling slowly and gracefully before them.
“Sir, I want to apologize for making a spectacle of myself and interrupting your conversation earlier.” She glanced at Bunny and then at him. “May I?”
“You may,” Joseph said,
gently stroking Bunny’s back as the sub licked her lips and then looked up at Bunny, and Bunny noted she kept her tone and her expression neutral.
“Bunny, I apologize for being critical of you. You’re a new sub, and it’s not my business to judge you or correct you. I wish you every…I wish you happiness as Joseph’s sub.”
Bunny bit her lip, knowing she should reply. “Thank you. I may be a bit feisty, but I’m not proud of provoking you. I hope we can be friends.” The words weren’t quite sweet on her tongue, but she said them. She didn’t trust Jillian farther than she could throw her.
The trio rose from their seats and said their goodnights. Bunny noticed that Samson parted from Jillian with merely a simple nod. Evidently no love connection had been made that night.
Chapter Sixteen
Joseph stood near the bar chatting with club members. He’d always made a point of visiting with them during club nights. Tonight, his focus was divided as he kept an eye on Bunny with her friends on the dance floor.
She was once again playing with fire, dancing to a song with a moody seductive beat, but he was gratified that it was him she was looking at, enticing from across the room. Robert, Shae, and Mona were out there with her, on strict orders to stay with her and keep her out of trouble.
From his bar stool, Samson sipped his beer and then said, “You’d think the little sass-pot wouldn’t have any energy left after that scene earlier. I’m surprised she’s even vertical.”
“She has enough energy for two subs, that one,” Cecelia said from her post behind the bar. “She’s got a nice scream, Joseph.”
Not only did she have enough energy for two subs, she also had a good sense of rhythm as she undulated to the beat of the music.
“Look at that smile, will you?” Cecelia said to Samson, nudging him across the bar. “About time some little sub came along and gave him one of those.”
“What?” Joseph asked, looking over at his friends with an arched eyebrow. “I smile all the time.”
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