Sir's Redemption (Doms of Decadence Book 8)

by Laylah Roberts

  When all the implements had been placed on a table, he wheeled it over to the bench then moved toward her. Kinley hastily dropped her gaze so all she stared at was his scuffed, black boots and dark jeans.

  Shit. Shit. Shit.

  She had a feeling she was really going to regret not telling him everything.

  “Come.” He held out his hand once more, helping her to her feet. She trembled slightly. Her ass was still throbbing from his earlier spanking. How on Earth was she going to survive that paddle?

  He leaned down, the rough stubble on his cheek rubbing against her smooth, cool skin.

  “You’re trembling. Scared?”

  She swallowed. “A little.”

  “Good.”

  The dark note in his voice made her insides clench. When he drew back, his face was as serious as she’d ever seen it. He cupped her face between his hands, his touch was gentle, warming her from the inside out. His words were not.

  “You worried me. I know you’re sorry. But you know you’re supposed to have your cell phone on you at all times. You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to. A text would do. But you do have to let me know you’re alive if I’m on the opposite end, worrying you’ve ended up in a ditch and are dying. That’s why I’m going to be hard on you tonight. Because this can’t happen again. Not unless you want to give me a damn heart attack.”

  She nodded, her eyes wide as she stared up at him. “I deserve it.”

  “You do.” His gaze warmed. “But I’m glad you know that. Remember, you have your safe word.”

  She wouldn’t need it. He would never go too far, despite his words. He wouldn’t whip her, cause her to bleed, or push her past her pain limits, no matter what she’d done.

  He raised one eyebrow, and she realized he was waiting for her to verbally answer him. He was big on that.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Sir, huh?” One side of his mouth curled up. “Trying to butter me up?”

  “Is it working?”

  He chuckled and ran his thumb along her cheek. “You’re beautiful. A bit of a brat. You also have a habit of asking for forgiveness rather than permission.”

  Drat. She did do that.

  “I should probably be stricter with you.” He dropped his hands so they surrounded her neck. There was no pressure. No hint he might hurt her. But the presence of his heavy hands around the base of her neck felt like an act of possession. Dominance.

  Butterflies fluttered through her stomach.

  Leaning in, he kissed her lightly. “Luckily, I like redheaded brats who need someone to watch out for them.”

  Her breathing grew faster, her clit throbbed. She pressed herself against him. Maybe she could make him forget about this silly punishment.

  He bit her lower lip. Sharply. She groaned. Damn it. She’d just been warming up.

  He stepped back, giving her a knowing look. “No coming for you tonight.”

  “At all?” She winced at the high-pitched squeak in her voice.

  He just shook his head.

  Crap.

  So, she was getting her ass spanked with no reward.

  “That sucks.”

  He snorted, and she realized she’d said that out loud.

  “Isn’t that punishing yourself as well?”

  Both eyebrows rose this time. Those stupid eyebrows had a language all their own.

  “How do you figure that?” he drawled.

  “Because you won’t get to come either.”

  His grin was wide, his eyes sparkling. “Darlin’, sometimes I forget how new you are to all this. Just because you’re not coming tonight doesn’t mean I’m not.”

  Her jaw dropped open. He couldn’t . . . he wouldn’t . . . he’d never . . .

  “You’d come without me?”

  There was a snicker from behind her, and she turned to see a Domme and her sub standing behind her, clearly listening in. Another couple stopped close by.

  Wonderful. They were attracting an audience.

  “She is an innocent, isn’t she, Sloan?” The Domme asked. “Wherever did you find her?”

  Kinley didn’t like the hungry way the Domme looked at her, as though she were sizing her up for the pot. Actually, with her large, crooked nose and dressed all in black she looked a little like the witch from Hansel and Gretel.

  Getting off topic here, Kinley.

  She turned back to Sloan, who was frowning at the Domme.

  “I don’t share, Sharon.”

  Sharon. Huh, she looked like her name ought to be Esmerelda or Desdemona, not Sharon.

  “Too bad. She looks so sweet. A little older than I prefer, but I’d make an exception.”

  Considering the female sub at the Domme’s feet looked no older than eighteen, Kinley figured she was a lot older than the Domme was interested in.

  Sloan ignored the other woman, so Kinley did too. He turned that dark gaze back to her.

  “Darlin’, you’ve never been properly punished before, have you?”

  She thought she had. “You’ve spanked me lots.”

  He snorted. “Love pats.”

  Love pats? Seriously? Son of a goat. She scowled at him.

  “And don’t give me that look, or I’ll continue your punishment tomorrow as well.”

  She quickly schooled her face so no hint of a frown showed. She even managed a smile.

  He tapped one finger against her lips. “That’s better. Not that there’s going to be much for you to smile about.”

  Doomed. She was doomed.

  4

  Damn, she amused him. She made him smile. Not an easy feat. Before he’d met Kinley, he hadn’t felt like smiling much, not after Sarah had died.

  He pushed the thought of her out of his head. She didn’t belong here. Not right now. Not when all his energy should be focussed on Kinley. His sub.

  He hadn’t intended to take another sub permanently. But Kinley was special. Since the moment he’d seen her across the room at that god-awful party he’d just known he had to have her. She was so different from the other woman he’d been with since Sarah’s death. There was something about her that was fresh and innocent. She was open and honest, she wouldn’t know how to deceive, and he trusted her.

  It surprised him. Trust didn’t come easily to him. Not since he’d been betrayed by the person he’d trusted most in this world.

  But Kinley was different.

  So why don’t you make her fully yours? His stomach tightened at the thought.

  He’d seen the look in her eyes as she watched him sometimes. Knew she felt deeply for him. Kinley didn’t go into things lightly. As far as he knew, she’d only had one serious relationship. And while he didn’t know all the facts, because the last thing he wanted was to think of her with someone else, he knew it hadn’t ended well. The stupid bastard had cheated on her.

  Who would throw away someone as amazing and wonderful and kind as Kinley? She’s too good for you.

  She certainly was. But until she realized that, he wouldn’t be letting her go.

  “Strip,” he demanded.

  “Strip?” she half-squeaked.

  He knew she had a ridiculous hang-up over her size. Pissed him off. He knew what he liked. What he wanted. A woman with curves. With a sweet smile and warm eyes. With hips and a soft tummy and thighs he could feel wrapped around him. A woman with fiery red hair and a temper that often matched. Who still blushed when he asked her to strip, like everyone in this club wouldn’t kill for a look at those spectacular curves of hers. Mine.

  He gave those gathering close a firm look. A couple of Doms smiled at him. Their subs gave him slightly frightened looks. He didn’t care if he was acting like a caveman guarding his kill. Mine.

  Like he’d told Sharon. He didn’t share. Not anymore. He didn’t always require that Kinley be naked at the club. And often when he did, she was already in subspace or on her way there and she didn’t really care how much of her was on display. Stripping at the beginning of a scene was
a different experience for her.

  He’d been gentle with her. Some people probably thought he’d gone soft. Sloan wasn’t a soft man. But Kinley was new. He was the one who’d introduced her to BDSM. The one who’d shown her her submissive side and how much pleasure she could gain from submitting to him. He’d moved carefully. Not wanting to scare her away. Maybe a little too slowly if she thought she could get away with breaking the rules. It wasn’t like he had that many.

  Respect. Honesty. If she was in danger, if she was sick or scared, he wanted to know. And she was to keep her damn cell phone on her at all times; she had a bad habit of leaving it behind.

  Her piece of crap car was close to going to the place where all crappy cars ended up—the wrecking yard. If that happened when she was driving at night, on her own, he wanted to know for damn sure her phone was with her and charged and he wanted the first person she called to be him.

  So, tonight things were going to go a bit differently for his sweet sub. She’d disobeyed him. She’d made him worry, and the whole club had seen it. He’d been ready to storm out of there and visit every hospital in person, certain he’d find her lying on a gurney somewhere, alone and afraid.

  Then someone had spotted her car in the parking lot. He owed that person a beer. He’d nearly gone weak-kneed in relief. That only lasted a minute before anger had taken over. Hmm, maybe that’s why Tamati had been so concerned. The bouncer was generally cool-headed and even-tempered. Sticking his nose into other people’s business didn’t seem like his usual mode of operation. But Sloan had probably looked like he was gunning for blood as he’d rushed past him on his way to check that Kinley was in one piece, giving the bouncer time to worry and wonder.

  “Kinley, why aren’t you stripping?”

  He’d given her more than enough time to obey his order. Yep, it was past time to step things up.

  She bit her lip, looking worried.

  “That’s five,” he told her calmly.

  “Five?” Her eyes widened.

  “Yes, on top of what you already have coming. So, I suggest you move quickly and strip because it’s about to climb to ten.”

  That got her moving. He had to turn to hide a smile. When he turned back, she already had her corset loosened and was pulling it away from those magnificent breasts. There was almost a collective breath taken by the crowd behind them as she revealed her creamy mounds. He knew the sound was one of admiration and he agreed.

  Kinley’s breasts were a work of art. But as soon as she heard the noise, she hunched over as though ashamed.

  And that wouldn’t do.

  He turned slightly, looking at the crowd.

  “Master Dominic, what do you think of my sub?”

  Kinley gasped, her eyes widening with a hint of betrayal as she stared over at him, but he ignored her, hard as that was to do, staring calmly at the older Dom, who was a bit of a sadist.

  “I think you need to order her to remove the rest, so we can all admire her beautiful body.”

  He turned his full attention to her, keeping his back to the crowd as he noted the way her eyes widened in surprise. Her mouth dropped open slightly as several other members of the group added their support to Dominic’s words.

  “Master Kennan, what do you think of my sub’s breasts?” He stepped behind her and cupped the full, firm globes, holding them up as though on display.

  “I think it’s a mighty shame you don’t share,” said a dark, scratchy voice. “Because I certainly wouldn’t mind burying my face in those beauties.”

  “You’d never come up for air,” someone else joked.

  “And wouldn’t it be a hell of a way to go,” said another Dom.

  He felt the tension in her body drip away at their obvious admiration. Leaning in, he blew gently in her ear, and she shivered, her nipples tightening even further. He twisted them, pinching slightly, and she groaned. Kinley didn’t have a big pain threshold, but a little pain at the right time turned her on as quickly as any soft touch.

  “Take off the skirt.”

  He felt her tremble, but this time she didn’t hesitate to pull off the skirt. The murmurs in the crowd as she revealed her waxed pussy made her blush, but she didn’t try to hide herself. A bit of embarrassment was fine. But shame wasn’t something he could ever allow.

  After leaving her standing there for a few minutes, he took her hand and led her to the bench.

  “Lie on your back, feet in the stirrups,” he ordered. Already his cock was pressed against his jeans. Hard and painful. He needed to calm down a bit if he was going to last long enough to see this punishment through. So, while she moved into place, he took his time with the restraints. He placed cuffs around her delicate wrists Then he moved to the stirrups. They could be adjusted so that her legs could be stretched wide apart. He wrapped a cuff around each of her ankles, checking to make certain they weren’t too tight then drew the stirrups apart, locking them in place so she was spread wide—on display.

  She made a small murmur of displeasure, and he glanced into her face. Her eyes were screwed shut, her face bright red.

  He ran his hand over the firm globes of her ass, which hung off the edge of the bench. They no longer showed any sign of his previous spanking.

  Well, that was about to change.

  She was certain he was doing it on purpose. Drawing things out, moving slowly so everyone could see her hoo-ha. It wasn’t like plenty of people hadn’t seen her pussy, but generally by the time things got to that stage, she was well past the point of embarrassment and moved onto wanting him to fuck her so badly she would have said or done anything to facilitate it.

  He moved away so everyone could to have their fill, fiddling with the instruments he’d laid out. She knew he was doing it on purpose. The rat.

  She’d been shocked when he’d ordered her to strip. She’d never stripped like that in public. Bad enough doing it when they were in the privacy of his bedroom or one of the rooms upstairs. But then she’d heard those words of admiration from the other Doms.

  Had they really meant them?

  She’d heard the clear desire in their voices. . . for her. It had filled her with a confidence she rarely felt.

  She licked her dry lips. But now that she was lying down, with her legs spread wide, she couldn’t help but feel self-conscious over her nudity once more.

  “Open your eyes, darlin’, there’s no hiding from this.”

  Damn it. Was he trying to make things impossible for her tonight? She opened her eyes to glare at him.

  His lips twitched. “You know, it’s never a good idea to glare at your Dom when he’s holding a butt plug.”

  She glanced down at his hands, her eyes widening when she saw the enormous plug. He really couldn’t be intending to stick that inside her.

  “Especially not when it’s about to be pushed inside your back passage, and he’s busy trying to decide how much lube to use.”

  Holy shit.

  “All the lube. He needs to use all the lube in the dungeon.”

  Cause there was no way that things was fitting up inside her. Uh-uh, not happening.

  “Sh,” he crooned to her, and she realized she’d let out a low whimper. “You know you can take this.” Do I? Really?

  He squirted some lube onto the tip of two of his fingers, holding them up as though to examine them. It was all for show, of course. Sloan loved a crowd. Kinley, not so much.

  She realized now how gently he’d been introducing her to BDSM. But these last few weeks had been different. He’d been demanding more from her.

  And after an initial period of unease and embarrassment, she’d realized how much she enjoyed it. How much it added to her pleasure.

  He wanted to do more medical play in public. The idea of it had made her a bit uncomfortable in the beginning, but her needs and desires were changing. She was changing.

  He moved between her open legs and a finger over her pussy lips.

  He raised one eyebrow. “Hmm, you’re pre
tty wet for someone protesting the size of her punishment plug.”

  Oh, hell.

  The idea of a butt plug that size should frighten her—it did a little. And that was just part of the fun. It made her heart race a little faster, the blood circulating through her body flowed more swiftly, her skin became hypersensitive, and every part of her was tuned into her Master. Her Dom.

  She watched him as he lazily circled her already swollen clit with his finger. Round and round. Up and down.

  He pressed down on the nub, and she arched up with a small cry.

  Smack!

  A quick slap to her ass brought her back to reality, and she glared up at him.

  “No coming, remember?”

  She nearly groaned. She just needed a little orgasm. To take the edge off, not that an orgasm with Sloan was ever little.

  Even though she never spoke a word, Sloan must have seen the mutiny on her face. He smiled. An evil smile that made her shiver.

  “You know, things could be much worse. I could decide it’s time to give you that enema I’ve talked about.”

  Oh, fuck. He wouldn’t.

  Her eyes widened as she gaped up at him.

  “Oh, I would. So, I would count your lucky stars and thank your Dom nicely that all you’re getting is a big ol’ plug up your butt and a spanking.”

  “I’m sorry, Sir,” she whispered. He’d returned to rubbing her clit, and it was becoming hard to think as arousal surged through her. She resisted the urge to move. Barely. But it was so hard not to press herself against his fingers. It wouldn’t take much. It never did with Sloan. It was almost embarrassing how quickly she became aroused around him. All she had to do was see him and her pulse raced, her insides melting.

  All it would take was just a few short strokes. Please. Please.

  “And?” he prompted.

  And what? Oh, hell, why did he expect her to think when she was so turned on?

  Smack!

  She jolted as another hard slap landed on her vulnerable buttocks. All right, this wasn’t good. If she wanted to be able to sit sometime this week she really had to start paying more attention.