A Princess Submits [Safeword LLC 4] (Siren Publishing Sensations)

by Peyton Elizabeth

  “As you can see, the blindfold will only enhance the electricity she is feeling. She has no idea where you will stroke her next or deliver the next jolt. Depending on her pain preference, there are several adjustments, implements, and methods which may be quite enjoyable for each of you.”

  Landon continued to go over the dos and don’ts of the various types of electrical play equipment he had accumulated over the years, eventually leaving Sander to enjoy his new discovery. He walked over to the St. Andrew’s cross, where he and Owen had discussed the scene that would take place. He mentally rubbed his hands together also, looking forward to Lisa’s first experience with a crop.

  “Lisa, look at me,” Landon ordered. He waited for her gray eyes to connect with his. They were dilated and he was pleased to see her lips were parted, as if she were trying to gather more oxygen. “Are you enjoying Courtney’s scene?”

  “Did I look like that, Sir?” Lisa asked, her gaze flickering back to where the other submissive lay in the throes of pleasure and pain.

  “You are more beautiful,” Landon said honestly, taking his hand and tucking her hair behind her ear. “Watching your face as we take you to new heights—well, let’s just say there’s nothing quite like it and we’d like to do it again. I have a lovely crop that I’m dying to use on your flawless ass and pert tits. But first, Owen would like to fill up that ass so it’s not left wanting.”

  “Bend over and grab your ankles,” Owen commanded, walking up behind her with the specialized anal beads with a bejeweled base that Liam had designed to match the rubies within her chain.

  Landon heard the hiss of her intake of air, knowing she was coming to love anal play as much as Owen did. He watched as his cousin lubed up the silicone beads and placed the first one at her entrance. His thumb pushed it inside of her relatively easily, as with the next few. By the fifth one, Lisa’s breathing had changed and he could see her struggling to stay still.

  “Do you like it when Owen plays with your ass?” Landon asked, leaning down and brushing her hair out of her face. The pleasure that was written across her features gave him his answer, but he wanted to hear it from her lips. “Do you like it when your ass is full?”

  “Yes, very much so, Sir,” Lisa called out. Landon figured Owen had already inserted two more beads and was working on the seventh.

  “After I’m done with the crop and have made your ass a beautiful shade of pink, do you know what Owen will do?”

  “Mmmmm,” Lisa hummed, obviously adjusting to the eighth bead. “No, Sir.”

  Landon paused, giving time for Owen to push in the ninth, tenth, and eleventh bead. A slight perspiration coated Lisa’s back and he ran a hand over her spine. She moaned through each one. He waited until he was sure Owen was working on the twelfth one—the largest.

  “He’s going to pull out those beads until you come.”

  “Yes, please!” Lisa cried out, shaking from the effort to stay still.

  “Owen will get you set up on the cross now while I retrieve my crop. It’s new, which will add that extra bite until we break it in.”

  He heard her labored breathing as Owen helped her in a standing position. Landon was sure that the nipple and clit clamps were just adding to her sexual frustration, but that was how he wanted it. He wanted her on edge so he activated a pleasurable cycle programed into the disk that stimulated each chain in sequence continuously. There were times that scenes were not in relation to sexual needs, but this was not one of those times. He wanted to hear her screaming their names when she came this evening.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Lisa had spent the entire day enduring her punishment Owen had left her with this morning. She had contemplated many times taking care of things herself. She had never been able to have an orgasm through masturbation before, but maybe that had changed now that she could come easily. Knowing that Landon and Owen would be disappointed in her if she did though, she kept her fingers away from her pussy. As she was now bound to the St. Andrew’s cross in a massive need to find relief, Lisa was thinking maybe the punishment would have been worth it.

  “Oh!”

  Lisa jumped at the light tap on her ass and knew right away that she wouldn’t be able to suppress her cries. Her body was in an X form, molding that of the cross. Her nipple clamps were pulling against her hardened pebbles, along with her clit clamp. It was an agonizing pleasure, however, the addition of the alternating pulses buzzing each nipple then her clit made this jewelry diabolical. More light taps spread across her right cheek, and again, she felt the tug and pulse of the clamps. How was she going to survive this?

  “I’ll start off lightly,” Landon said. “Let yourself feel the rhythm and accept the sensations.”

  Gradually, he worked her ass and thighs. Her skin now felt hot and much to her amazement, her pussy juices were running down her inner legs. She never would have guessed this type of impact play would arouse her so much. Lisa would have given anything to be able to shift her body, but the cuffs around her wrists and ankles were secure. With no warning, Landon had brought the crop up on the underside of her breast.

  “Ah!”

  Pain blossomed throughout her breast and seemed to seep into her body. With her eyes closed, Lisa allowed the intense sensations to envelope her. Landon resumed his hits with the crop, yet somehow it felt different. It was an all-consuming heat.

  Smack!

  The side of her other breast was the recipient of that stroke. Her nipple buzzed once again. Lisa had been well aware of Courtney’s pleas that were echoing around the room, but suddenly all she could hear was the blood rushing through her ears. She no longer felt each individual slap of the crop. She steadily felt herself floating, yet Lisa knew that she was still bound to the cross. Time ceased to exist.

  “That’s right, princess,” Landon said. Lisa tried to focus on his voice and wondered why he was so close to her. She turned her head in his direction. “Come back to us. Owen has a treat for you.”

  Lisa struggled to open her hooded eyes yet managed to peek through her lashes. She turned her head enough to see Landon standing there, watching her closely. She became aware of her surroundings and could feel Owen on her other side. What had happened? How much time had passed?

  “Just feel,” Owen whispered, placing a tender kiss on her shoulder. Not hesitating, he pulled out the largest bead, causing her sphincter to open. She cried out at the extreme burn, amazed that her body instantly responded. Lisa was on the verge of coming. “When Landon releases your clit clamp, I’m going to pull your beads out.”

  “Let us hear how grateful you are,” Landon ordered.

  Lisa would have tensed had she had the energy, but as it was, her body still felt like it wasn’t totally there. She felt Landon’s fingers touch her clamp. Owen had already started to work on the next bead. She started to shake her head when she realized their free hands went to the clamps on her nipples. It was registering somewhere in her brain that there could be such a thing as too much pleasure.

  “Come.”

  Lisa saw stars. Her heart stopped beating. She couldn’t breathe. She felt suspended. The only thing that seemed to stir within her was the massive contractions in her lower body. Landon had released her clit clamp and blood had rushed in, only to implode as her orgasm took hold. Owen had pulled the beads from her anus, giving her sphincter nothing to grab onto as wave after wave of spasms occurred. It was then that they released the clamps on her breasts and covered her nipples with their mouths.

  “Maaassster!” Lisa felt herself jerk against her bounds, but couldn’t prevent her body from twitching. “Siirrrr!”

  Over and over, wave after wave, ecstasy overwhelmed her. Lisa wasn’t sure how long her body sustained the shudders and ripples, but the next thing she knew, she was lying across Owen on the black leather sectional that was situated in the corner of the playroom. Lisa snuggled into his embrace and felt Landon massaging her feet. This felt as good as when they had her up on the cross. Lisa resis
ted the urge to laugh at that ludicrous thought. She obviously wasn’t thinking right.

  “I think I’m close to convincing Kennedy to allow Trish Lawton inside Safeword LLC,” Lashe said.

  “Keep dreaming, my friend,” Landon replied, laughing.

  Lisa tried to wrap her mind around the conversation. Wait. How long had she been lying here? She lifted her head slightly, looking for Sander and Courtney. Where were they?

  “Seriously, what would be the harm? James would make certain that Trish stayed on the right path. She’ll get her story and finally see reason.”

  “And what reason is that?” Owen asked, disbelief in his voice. “She thinks BDSM is all about abuse.”

  “Then I’ll have to change her mind, won’t I?”

  “Ah,” Landon said, releasing her foot when she tugged on it, although Lisa caught his questioning look. When she didn’t move, he continued speaking to Lashe. “You have a thing for her, don’t you? For a Sadist, I find that surprising.”

  “I wouldn’t call myself a Sadist,” Lashe said. “The club members see me that way due to that submissive, who needed pain. I gave her what she needed. Trish Lawton has desires that we could meet.”

  Reality finally came crashing down on Lisa. She scrambled out of Owen’s lap and although he tried to catch her before she stood up, Lisa was able to dodge his grasp. In the back of her mind, she knew what she was about to do was wrong, but she couldn’t prevent herself. All of her emotions felt like they were crashing in on her.

  “What are you saying? You’re going to let Patricia Lawton have access to the files at Safeword LLC?”

  “Lisa!” Landon stood up, reaching for her. She backed up a step, holding her hands out and shaking her head. “You’re coming down out of subspace. We’ll explain what we are talking about in more detail once you—”

  “No.” Lisa shook her head to emphasize her point. Couldn’t they see what a foolish idea Lashe had all because he lusted for some hot journalist? She turned her anger on Lashe. “You could damage the reputation of many people and all for the sake of a quick fuck?”

  Lisa could hear the sharp intake of breaths throughout the room. She caught movement to her right and saw that Sander had entered the dungeon. The look on his face would have been priceless had she any sense to her. As it was, she needed to stress the importance of what Lashe was considering. Why weren’t Owen and Landon just as concerned as she was?

  “I think it’s best that we take our leave while you deal with your sub,” Lashe said, anger evident in his voice.

  “Thank you, Lashe, for understanding,” Owen replied, reaching for her and successfully wrapping his large hand around her wrist. She tugged to get it free, but his grip was like steel. “It was her first time reaching subspace. Her emotions are—”

  “Stop talking about me like I’m not here,” Lisa demanded, angry that they couldn’t see her point of view.

  “We’ll see ourselves out,” Lashe said, turning to fall into step with Sander.

  Lisa couldn’t believe he was just going to walk away without hearing what she had to say. She tried to turn and call him back, but Owen now had a hold of both of her arms. She hated when his dimple disappeared and now his brows were furrowed. How could she make him understand how damaging it would be to allow a journalist access to the records at Safeword LLC?

  “Think carefully before you speak again,” Owen said. There was an underlying threat in his voice that she’d never heard before. A shiver of apprehension went through her. It was Landon who usually had that tenor. “You are forgetting your place, princess.”

  “But Lashe can’t—”

  “Enough!” Landon barked. He closed the distance between them. “Did we, or did we not, talk of proper behavior? Disrespect will not be tolerated. You are our submissive, and as such, it is our duty to protect you. That does not just include your physical body, Lisa. Anything that goes on in your life, our life, or that of the Order is scrutinized to the fullest. We have spent most of our time instilling that into you with every command we give you, every touch we bestow upon you, and every evening when you walk through those doors. A harsher punishment seems to be in order than the one Owen gave you this morning.”

  Lisa suddenly felt the weight of what she’d done. Whether it was due to Landon’s intensity and belief in what he was saying, or his promise of punishment, she didn’t know. She glanced back toward the door in which Lashe and Sander had walked through, wishing she could turn back time. Were they part of the Order, the elusive group that she’d heard rumors about? This situation was getting worse, and she wasn’t sure how to fix it.

  “I–I’m sorry, M—”

  “Do not apologize to us right now. You’ll have to earn our forgiveness,” Landon said. He gestured across the room. “Owen, the spanking bench will do just fine.”

  “But—”

  “Your right to speak ended the minute you disrespected our guests. You will remain silent unless asked a direct question, although feel free to cry, yell, or scream during your punishment. It is my hope, that by the end of it, you will learn that being disrespectful is not tolerated. If you feel the need to question our judgment, there is a time and place for us to have those types of conversations.”

  Owen led her over to the menacing looking piece of furniture they called a spanking bench. There were places for her wrists and legs, with ominous straps to keep her in place. Were they just going to spank her? She looked back over her shoulder to see Landon pick up the crop that he must have laid aside from their earlier session, giving her an answer.

  Lisa was well aware of the fact that they weren’t angry, so much as disappointed in her. She found that much worse. She wanted to be back in their arms, finding comfort from her previous scene. Or better yet, snuggled between the two of them in their bed. What she didn’t want was to be punished with a crop. Should she use her safe word?

  “Do not think that you are the only submissive to ever be punished,” Owen said, pressing on her back and placing her on the bench. The part where her chest lay on was thin, allowing her breasts to hang down. He started strapping her wrists, giving her an idea of how helpless she was. “Discipline and punishment are meted out for your benefit. There is proper behavior and then there is unacceptable behavior. Explain to me why you are receiving a punishment.”

  Lisa already regretted her outburst at Lashe. She didn’t need to be punished. Maybe explaining that she knew what she’d done was wrong would cause them to see her remorse. Fear of how the punishment would feel coursed through her body.

  “I–I yelled at another Dom, Master.” Lisa felt her breath hitch when Owen still continued to secure the straps around her ankles and waist. She turned and rested her cheek against the padded surface. What else could she say to prove to them that she learned her lesson? “I showed him disrespect.”

  “Is that all?”

  Landon finally joined them, although Lisa wasn’t sure that was a good thing. Her thoughts ran together as she tried to come up with how else to express her repentance and then it hit her. She’d doubted them and their decisions over her well-being again.

  “I—” Lisa couldn’t finish the sentence, for her confirmation would hurt them even more than her disrespect had.

  Whack!

  “Ow!” Lisa cried and tried unsuccessfully to pull her arms up and reach back to rub the place where the crop had hit her ass. The sting was not pleasurable like before. This hurt. Although she’d considered using her safe word, Lisa knew she wouldn’t say it aloud. She needed to make amends, and somehow, she knew this would clean the slate and tomorrow would be another day to which she would gladly give them her submission. “I—”

  “What is it you want and choose to give us when you walk through our doors every evening?”

  “My submission, Sir!”

  Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack!

  Lisa couldn’t get away from the strikes, and he didn’t let up. Her ass was very tender from their earlier scene and the
impact was making their point. Tears stung her eyes as she tried to hold back the tears. It wasn’t the pain, so much as the ache in her chest from knowing that she had disappointed them.

  “I–I’m sorry, Sir! Please!”

  Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack!

  “How will you treat our future guests?”

  “With r–respect, Sir,” Lisa yelled out, knowing Landon wouldn’t stop until he was satisfied that she’d learned her lesson. She pulled at her binds. “Ah!”

  Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack!

  Suddenly, everything stopped. Lisa hadn’t realized she’d been crying, but now she felt the moisture on her cheeks. While Owen removed the straps, Landon was stroking her ass tenderly with his hand. She was still crying hard enough that she couldn’t even suck in a breath at the burn he was initiating. Owen lifted her up into his arms as if she weighed nothing and walked back over to the couch. She did yelp when her ass touched his denim, but then sagged against him in exhaustion.

  “D–do you f–forgive me?” Lisa asked, not understanding why she couldn’t stem the flow of her tears. She hardly ever cried and that made it all the worse. She felt Landon take the seat beside them. Opening her eyes, her tears seemed to magnify his body. “Master? S–Sir?”

  “Princess, you will find over time that approval, reward, discipline, punishment, and numerous other facets of the lifestyle will come into play within our relationship. We are taking things day by day and will train you, teach you, and guide you through the appropriate behavior in which we feel you need to have.” Landon let his hands brush over her foot and gradually brought it into his lap, massaging it like before. A tiny shudder went through her and she gradually relaxed against Owen’s chest. “I can’t express how proud we are over the fact that you trusted us enough to mete out your punishment without using your safe word. That speaks volumes, although it is obvious we need more work in that area, or else tonight wouldn’t have happened. Time and patience is what is needed.”