by Livia Grant
She was perfect because she was Ella.
“We have a bit over a half hour left before Roulette ends, but if you’ve had enough and have decided this isn’t for you, I’ll find your clothes and drive you home. No harm, no fowl.”
“But then we wouldn’t win,” she protested.
He chuckled. “Like you need to win a free month’s membership.”
“But what if I don’t want to leave?”
“You could have fooled me, screaming at me to stop when I was using one of the tamest implements I own.”
Her eyes widened at his assertion and he noticed her breath hitch before she asked, “What could possibly be worse than that?”
So naive. Oh what fun he could have christening her ass with each and every implement he owned.
“If you have to ask, I probably shouldn’t tell you,” he replied.
She bit her bottom lip as she contemplated her options. He couldn’t resist reaching out to cup her cheek, sliding his thumb across her bottom lip, smearing the last remnants of her lipstick. He didn’t miss her leaning into his touch.
Dammit.
“Of course there is another option,” he offered.
She didn’t answer, but she didn’t break their eye contact either as he laid out his alternate plan. “If you really are serious about learning about the BDSM lifestyle, we have just enough time for me to introduce you to a few other impact implements that Doms often use on submissives.”
“And they hurt worse than the hairbrush?” she asked tentatively.
“A good Dom can control the level of pain with any implement, but yeah, in general the rest of the implements I have with me will be more painful.”
He was sure she’d tap out. The next word out of her mouth was going to be red.
“Can I try and change my mind if it gets too much?”
He smiled, “That’s the secret of BDSM. The submissive has all the control. All you need to do is say red and it all stops.”
As if to prove his point, they heard a loud shout of ‘red’ from far across the club. Gabriella craned her neck to see if she could see what was going on, but they were too far away. Still, when she returned her gaze to his, he could see she was reassured to know the safeword worked at Black Light.
“I think I want to stay,” she murmured softly.
He hated how relieved he felt. He should be pushing her to go home.
“You think or you know you want to stay?”
When she didn’t answer, he tested her. “If you want to stay, you need to crawl over to the spanking bench behind you. Drape yourself over the padded top, reach forward and hold onto the front grips and spread your legs wide enough to place your knees on the side pads.”
She wanted to follow his directions. He saw it in her eyes.
“Now, baby. Get into position for your next lesson.”
He had the best seat in the house, getting to watch Gabriella Castle turn and get on all fours before starting to crawl. Her swaying ass was perfectly pink, just like the peek of her bare pussy.
Unfamiliar with the spanking bench, she struggled to figure out where to put her arms and legs at first, but within a minute she was laid out before him like the prize she was. They had a lot of baggage between them, but maybe––just maybe––they could bury some of it tonight.
He stood, crossing to his lineup of implements, skipping over the ruler and spatula. As a newbie, she might have appreciated him starting at the lower end of the pain spectrum, but they were running out of time and she’d taken the hairbrush beautifully.
Picking up the leather paddle, he turned and walked to his waiting sub.
Connor palmed her ass, feeling the heat level. Testing her readiness for more, before moving forward.
“I’ve decided we’re going to do a bit of exorcizing of our demons tonight, Gabriella. Like it or not, you’ve been a bit of a brat in the past with my father. There is a laundry list of boneheaded things you’ve done in the past that had he truly been doing his job, my dad would have hauled you over his knee and taught you a lesson on the spot. Since he didn’t, I’m afraid I’m going to have to deliver your delayed punishment instead.”
“But...” her protest died as she struggled to look back at him to gauge how serious her Dom for the night was.
“We’ll start with one of the less serious infractions. I seem to remember you being expelled from that all girls boarding school in Vermont. If I recall, there was a five-figure fine that had to be paid out of your trust fund for property damage.”
A sexy as fuck groan escaped from Gabby as he reminded her of something she’d rather forget.
“How much was the settlement for?” he asked.
“Fourteen thousand and change, but it wasn’t all my fault!” she protested.
“I’m sure it wasn’t, but you’ll be the one paying the price. Fourteen swats with the leather paddle sound like the proper atonement.”
She groaned as he swished one of his favorite implements through the air. It would be leaving a nice wide swath on her delectable ass.
He modulated to half strength for the first strike, wanting to give Gabriella a chance to grow accustomed to the heavy leather. Still, she pushed upright to a kneeling position and clutched her warmed bottom cheeks with her hands as she protested.
Connor reached for her hands, trapping them and leaning in to talk softly against her ear.
“Next lesson, Ella. Never, and I do mean never, rub the sting away. If I wanted to help take away the sting, I’d rub you myself. Subs never rub.”
She reluctantly acknowledged his order. “Yes, Sir.”
“Very good. Back over you go. If you break position again, I’ll need to restrain you for the remaining swats. Do you understand?”
She was less sure on that order, but she did eventually add her soft, “Yes, Sir.”
He added a bit more heat to the second and then third swat to the adorable ass presently rocking back and forth as if she could make the sting stop. He was an asshole for standing where she couldn’t see him so he could keep his smile on his face as he paddled her delectable butt.
When she tried to move away after swat seven, he moved next to her torso and reached out to hold her down with his left hand as his right continued the seat warming paddling to her posterior and tender sit spot. She was crying again by swat nine and he slowed, giving her time to recover before delivering the next strike. He was relieved she didn’t shout her safeword.
The last strike with the paddle was the hardest he’d delivered, drawing a heart-wrenching wail from his sub. He was proud of her for staying in position and rewarded her with gentle massages to her rosy globes. The aroma of her arousal wafted up to him, turning his hard-on to steel. At this rate, he may need to go into the men’s locker room at the end of the event and stroke one off before he could even get in his car to drive home.
After he let his sub take a short break, he pressed her, holding up a wooden fraternity party paddle with six large holes where she could see it.
“I’m trading in my leather paddle for this wood one, baby. This time, we’re going to be punishing you for all of the times you’ve purposefully taken advantage of my dad, wrapping him around your little finger until he gave you everything you asked for. I think ten strokes will help you remember that I won’t be as easy to manipulate.”
The wood was much less forgiving and the large holes lessened the resistance to his backhanded swing making the impact of wood to bare skin a direct hit. Gabriella let loose with a fucking howl that went straight to his balls. Christ, she was perfect as she struggled to maintain her position for him, wiggling her ass back and forth as much as the bench would allow.
“That was one. Nine more to go.”
“Nine! Oh my God.”
Splat! Wail! Squeeze!
When he was half way done, he checked in with his sub, squatting down in front of her face and swishing the hair away so he could see her tear-stained face.
Fucking gor
geous.
“You’re doing well, but do you need to call out red?”
She shook her head, but did add, “Can we just take a little break for a minute so I can catch my breath?”
“You can say yellow if you need me to slow down.”
“Yellow,” she gushed.
Instead of resuming her paddling, he stayed close, comforting her until she was ready for the final swats. Her bottom had two lovely red patches forming where she’d be sure to have a souvenir of her time at Black Light, at least for a few days.
He finished the remaining six one after the other to get them over. He threw the paddle down after the final stroke, again rushing to her side.
He wasn’t prepared for her begging. She didn’t plead with him to stop her punishment or to even let her leave Black Light. No, she begged him to fuck her.
“Please, Connor! I need you inside me so bad,” she cried. Little did she know how desperately he wanted to say yes.
“Sorry, Ella, but not like this. I’m not sure what the hell is happening between us, but I know this. I’m not going to fuck you just because we’re on the game clock. Having sex wasn’t the kink you spun on the wheel anyway.”
“But...”
He used his bare hand to spank her softly, reminding her who was in charge.
Their time together had to be winding down. He would fill it with the rest of the implements and send her off with the best BDSM education he could in an only three hour lesson.
He helped her push to her feet, steadying her with a soft hug that she melted into. He talked against her ear.
“What do you say? You game to go on?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“We’ll need to secure you for the rest of your strokes. Let’s get you over to the stockade before we run out of time.”
It only took a minute to get his sub locked into the wooden stocks. Her wrists and neck were secured, putting her at a forty-five degree angle that had her ass in the perfect position.
Connor had to hand it to Davidson for upgrading to include the ankle restraints as well that would hold Gabriella’s legs spread slightly wider than shoulder length throughout her remaining strokes. The glossy sheen of wetness called to him, but he stayed focused.
Walking in front of her, Connor squatted in front of his subdued captive so he could look into her tear-filled eyes. If he’d had any doubt that she was a submissive at heart, they were gone now. Bratty Gabby was gone, replaced with this adorable version of herself that he found himself dreading saying goodnight to.
The thought of her leaving for New York at the end of the night had him leaning forward to steal a kiss from his prisoner. The short peck was much too chaste to suit his taste.
“Why’d you do that?” she asked, surprised.
“Sorry... I...” he didn’t want to admit that he’d had an overwhelming desire for something he hadn’t had with a woman since he’d walked in on Cheryl cheating on him over five months before. And it wasn’t sex.
It was the intimacy.
Their crazy ABDL challenge had an effect on him. While the whole diaper and bottle thing kinda creeped him out, he had loved the intimacy of the kink. It had been a long time since a submissive had trusted him like Gabriella had tonight.
She seemed to understand his confusion. “I don’t care why you kissed me, but I’m glad you did. In fact... if you wanted to do it again, that might be nice. In fact, I’d rather you feed me a different body part to kiss instead.”
He groaned, in pain. “Christ... you’re gonna kill me. We only have ten minutes left.” He finally was able to verbalize what he needed to say. “I’m not going to fuck you. I don’t want to take advantage of you. Sex isn’t required in the game, Gabby.”
“I hate when you call me Gabby,” she sassed.
He grinned, “And I hate when you forget who’s in charge. If I were you, I’d refrain from pissing me off just before I’m about to finish up on our impact play spin.”
He stood and knowing her face was at the perfect height, he slowly unbuckled his leather belt, pulling it out of the loops and letting the end flick.
“We have just enough time to put that stupid joy ride in the Hamptons behind us.”
“Oh for crying out loud, it was ten years ago. I was fourteen!”
“Yes, but I’m pretty sure if I’d taken my belt to you that night, you’d have been better off for it. You’re brilliant. Certainly smart enough to know better than to steal your dad’s car and take it out for a spin without a license and then crash into the bridge. You could have been hurt or killed someone else.”
He was relieved she didn’t argue with him. He felt like an asshole bringing a ten-year-old event up, but deep down he knew he needed to deal with her punishment so they could both put it behind them.
Connor lined up the leather belt with the soft spot where her ass and thighs met. As expected, his inexperienced subby cried out from the bite of the leather strap. She now understood why he’d saved this implement for when he had her restrained. Only the sturdiness of Black Light’s kink furniture held her in place for the second and then third belt lash.
He let the belt fall to the ground and grabbed his hankie to help her with the tears she couldn’t swish away on her own. He then grabbed a water bottle with a straw to give her some cool water.
“I’m proud of you, Ella. You’ve really come through tonight.”
Still feeling the full effect of the belt, she pinned him with a glare. “Why would anyone like that? It fucking hurts!”
He was squatting in front of her. To answer her, he stood, putting his painfully hard erection presently trying to burst through his pants only inches from her face. Cupping his family jewels through the fabric, “This is one reason.”
Her shy, “Oh,” was priceless.
He watched her eyes go wide, licking her lips as if preparing to take him in her mouth. He had something else to do first.
Connor walked around her restrained body, using several fingers to swipe through the drenched lips of her pussy, being extra careful to brush her swollen nubbin. Gabriella went ballistic when he withdrew his digits. She wanted more, and he was going to give it to her.
He held the proof of her arousal up to her closed lips before adding, “And this is the second reason.”
Her mouth opened wide and he shoved his fingers in so deep she gagged. He loved that sound so much and it was all he could do to stop from feeding his cock down her throat.
In the distance he heard the announcement that the event had officially ended. They may have won the game, but Connor instead felt like he was on the verge of losing something much more important than a month’s free membership.
He pulled his fingers from her mouth, leaning down to look into her eyes and ask an important question. “Do you trust me, Gabriella?”
“Yes, Sir. In spite of all you’ve done to me tonight, or maybe because of it all… I do trust you.”
“Then I’d like to show you why so many submissives love impact play.”
“I don’t think I can take more punishment.”
“I agree. That’s why I’m going to show you how I do a funishment.”
“Funishment?” she tried the word on for size.
“Trust me?”
“Okay.”
Don’t fuck this up, Lambert.
Chapter 7
She should have told him no. She’d taken more than enough on her first BDSM exploration, yet she was desperately trying to keep the night from ending. Gabriella didn’t know how she knew, but if they each went their own way after tonight, it would always be weird between them. I mean, you can’t diaper and spank someone and then just go back to being acquaintances.
Gabriella didn’t know what Connor was doing behind her, but she used the few minutes alone to regroup. She could see others heading to the exit or saying their goodbyes in other parts of the club. The crowd around them had disappeared, leaving them relatively alone for the first time of the night.
/> He didn’t warn her. The first clue he was about to begin with the next implement was when the heavy leather slapped down on her back before sliding across her sore ass, renewing the fire.
Again.
She tried to figure out what he was using on her. It wasn’t a paddle or even a belt, but it was leather. It wasn’t thin, but thick swaths of leather and more than one. It didn’t hurt. Not really. It felt... tingly and Connor used it on her shoulders and her back before moving to the backs of her legs.
The fire she’d felt earlier that night was back, only this time it was centered in her core. Like the building intensity of the implements earlier, Connor expertly increased the strength and speed of his delivery driving her to a place she had never been.
She didn’t have words to describe what was happening to her, but with each stroke, the room got a bit dimmer. The din of the club’s employees beginning their clean-up after the event quieted until the only thing Gabriella was aware of was what her Dom was doing to her body.
Desperation set in. She needed something. She needed him.
“Connor!” Her own voice sounded far away, like she was in a tunnel.
He’d stopped. “No!” She was so fucking close. She just needed a tad more and she’d....
The explosion went off like a bomb. Unexpected and earth shattering. His fingers were on her bare pussy, stroking her clit as she screamed out her ecstasy. He was the maestro, playing her body like it was the orchestra. It was perfect, and yet it somehow wasn’t quite enough.
Her legs couldn’t hold her up anymore. She felt him releasing her from the restraints. When he scooped her up into his arms, she snuggled into his neck like she had earlier, enjoying the masculine scent that was Connor.
She was in a dream, floating away. This was more than just an awesome orgasm. As her brain fought to clear the cobwebs, she felt him wrapping her in a blanket. He pressed a water bottle to her lips and rocked her gently, just as he had earlier in the rocking chair.
“Welcome back.” Connor’s smiling hello was the first thing that felt real.
“What happened? Did I faint?”
