Justin was dismayed. He should have had better control of her body, but she was an unknown entity to him as yet, and a Dom had to deliver on any threats made or all future threats were useless. Unfortunately, he was going to have to spank her. He really didn’t want to introduce that at this juncture, but now he had no choice. He quickly released her arms and legs and pulled her onto his lap and into his strong embrace.
“You know I have to discipline you for your lapse, don’t you?” he asked her.
She was humiliated. “I’m sorry, Sir, I couldn’t help it!”
“I’m not going to draw this out and make a bigger deal of it than it needs to be,” he said as he quickly pulled her across his lap, bare bottom in the air. He placed his left arm across her back, holding her wiggling body in place, and quickly delivered three sharp smacks to her butt. The first smack was a shock, the second one was expected and sharp, and the third one zinged directly to her pussy, unleashing a flood of cream. The spanking was over almost before she had registered the pain, which was Justin’s intention. He really didn’t want to create another sub who lived for pain like Alexa. He brought his lips down to her bottom and kissed the red mark his hand had left. He cuddled her into his arms and brought her head to rest on his shoulder. “It’s okay, baby. Just relax here a minute. Everything will be all right,” he said to comfort himself as much as her.
* * * *
“Justin, I need to come again,” she said in total embarrassment. She was unprepared for the intensity of the feelings. That final smack went directly to my pussy—do not pass go!
“Okay, baby,” he said as he lowered the zipper on his jeans, freeing his engorged cock. He lifted her up over his lap and lowered her onto his waiting shaft. He raised and lowered her on his cock until she picked up the rhythm and began to pump her hips fast and hard as though she was riding a galloping stallion bareback. It was glorious. She felt so free and in control. As she shattered into another orgasm, Justin followed close behind. She would never forget this feeling. It was definitely one of those life-altering moments.
Justin stood up with Kelly’s legs wrapped around his middle and walked into the bathroom. He took a minute to remove his jeans, and picking her back up, he stepped into the shower. He turned the multi-jets on full blast and quickly soaped them both. He rinsed them off, dried them both with huge, fluffy white towels, and carried Kelly back to the bed. He flipped open the bedspread and laid her down. Then he joined her on the bed, covered them both, and pulled her into the spoon position. “Sleep now. We’ll talk when you wake up,” he said gently.
* * * *
When Justin and Kelly awoke, the sun was setting and the suite was getting dark. They had cuddled and slept for hours. “Let’s have dinner in the suite again tonight. I had planned to take you out, but we really need to talk,” he said.
“That’s fine with me. I really think we need to talk as well. I don’t understanding my reactions to all of this. It’s very unexpected,” she said.
After arranging for dinner to be sent up to the suite from the five-star kitchen of the club, Justin pulled on a black, terry cloth robe, and found a fluffy, white terry cloth robe for Kelly in the closet. “Here we are,” he said. “The darkness and the light. How appropriate.”
“What do you mean by that?” she asked. His somewhat dark mood was surprising and was beginning to concern her.
“It’s nothing, baby,” he said, trying to shrug off his mood. “Maybe I should tell you a little about myself. Eight months ago my fiancée, Alexa, died in a car accident in Wellington. She had been at the Winter Equestrian Festival horse show with Jester. I was planning to go down to play some polo, but before I got down there, I got a call that she had been driving her sports car too fast on a wet road late at night, rolled the car, and ended up in a canal. She drowned before anyone could help.”
Justin walked to the sideboard in the living room and poured two glasses of wine. Kelly took one of the glasses from his hand and took a sip to give herself time to absorb this rather disturbing information. “That must have been horrible for you,” she said sympathetically. “And you weren’t even in town. I can only imagine how upset you were.”
Justin continued. “We had been having some serious relationship problems before the accident. She had become extremely reckless, driving too fast, wanting sex that was too extreme. She had become addicted to pain. I had been considering ending our engagement if she didn’t get some professional help. That’s one of the reasons that I feel somewhat guilty. Alexa had a tendency to run a little wild. If I wasn’t around to keep a handle on things, she got out of control. I’ve always wondered if she might have been trying to kill herself. I have no real reason to believe that, but the thought just keeps hammering at me. Anyway, that’s my story.”
Kelly got up and walked to him. She put her arms around him and just hugged him tight.
“I just wanted to get that all out there. I dislike having secrets from my lovers. I think you need to know up front what you’re dealing with. You already know I have a preference for somewhat kinky sex. If you want to discontinue this relationship now, before you get in too deep, I will understand,” he said with trepidation, hoping against hope that she would not want out. Although he had his brother Jamie and Max for support during the past eight months of grieving for Alexa, some things just had to be faced alone. Justin thought he was finally ready to share some of the burden of his grief and guilt over Alexa with someone else. He hoped Kelly would be the person to help lighten the load.
“I appreciate your honesty, Justin. I don’t think there are any of us who don’t have a little baggage,” she said, understanding and sympathy shining in her eyes.
“So you want to continue this relationship?” he asked hopefully, his spirits already beginning to lighten.
“I do” she said with a smile. “I’m definitely interested. I can’t promise that the D/s stuff will be for me, but I want to give the experience an honest try. At the present time, I don’t see any reason why we can’t go on and see what happens. Of course, I reserve the right to opt out if things get out of hand or become more than I can handle. Now, did you promise me food or not?”
Justin smiled and his gut relaxed. He was relieved that Kelly had not run screaming from the room. He knew it was a rather melodramatic story and not the kind of thing he wanted to tell a new lover.
* * * *
Kelly knew she had a lot to think about. Justin’s grief and guilt ran deeper than she had imagined before their conversation. She knew her life experience was limited, but she had good instincts, a good heart, and a strong background. She desperately wanted to be able to help Justin through his grief. I just hope I’m up to this challenge, and that I have the experience and wisdom to handle this situation for both of our sakes. She wanted to give him comfort, but didn’t know what to say when there were really no good words to say. Empty platitudes were not what she wanted to offer him.
Chapter Nine
In the Sea Island Suite, Trent turned Paula into his arms for a long, hot kiss. “Happy birthday, baby,” he said. Their relationship had a rocky start at the club several months ago, but it had been moving along fairly smoothly since then. Of course, the sex was great, but they had also found a mostly compatible rhythm in their personal interactions as well, both in and out of “scene.”
As a sub, Paula was not ideal to say the least. She was always trying to “top from the bottom.” As Dom, Trent would try to correct that behavior with a steely word of reminder in her ear that he was in charge, not she, or a quick, sharp slap on her bottom if a word of warning was not sufficient.
“Thank you, Master.” She giggled. She really never took this D/s stuff seriously. It was just for fun as far as she was concerned.
“Your present is on the bed,” he said as he drew her over to the mosquito-netted, pencil-post bed in the center of the bedroom.
“Okay! I love presents!” Paula pounced on the large, white box wrapped in red satin
ribbon and began to open it.
“Before you open it, you have to know the contents come with some restrictions and some responsibilities.”
“What do you mean?” she asked.
“The contents represent a one-day pass, good for the twenty-four hours of your birthday only, every year while we are together,” he said as he watched her take the top off the box. Her face showed her shock as she removed the short, black leather skirt, bustier, high, black boots, and the riding crop of a “Mistress.” “You get to be the ‘Domme’ for one day each year. You have all year long to plan your one day. Just remember, as the Domme it is your responsibility to take care of your sub and his needs, to be fully in charge. Furthermore,” he said very seriously, “this is strictly between you and me. You are not to tell your girlfriends or anyone else. If I get a whiff from the guys that they know about this, believe me, you will not be sitting down comfortably for a good long while, and you know I am perfectly capable of following up on that threat.”
“Do you really mean it? I can be the Mistress?” she asked in a thrilled whisper. “I have wanted to try that for a while.”
Paula had been nagging relentlessly for the opportunity to be “on top,” and of course, as Dom, Trent had informed her that he did not “bottom.” He was making a supreme sacrifice to agree to be her submissive, even for one day.
“Just remember, it’s not as easy as you think it is. There is a great deal of responsibility that goes along with the power. Your time starts now and ends at midnight, so change into your outfit and let’s get started, Mistress.”
“Ohhhh kay!” she squealed as she scrambled off the bed and began changing into the black leather outfit in the box. “Let me just say, before I get into ‘Mistress’ mode, thank you, Trent. I know it takes a lot of courage to switch places and I appreciate that you would do this for me. Now, sub, strip!”
“Yes, my Mistress. As you command,” he said with an inward sigh of trepidation as he took off his jeans and shirt. What have I let myself in for? I know she has never fully forgiven me for that spanking I gave her that first weekend we were together. This may be the longest few hours of my life!
She gave him one smart, stinging slap on his rock-hard ass and yelped. “Owwww. That hurt,” she said as she shook her small hand in dismay.
“That’s why Dommes carry crops, silly,” he said. “Discipline comes with a price on both sides, you know. Do you think my hand has never stung?” he asked with a grin. He had certainly given her enough slaps on the butt! Paula tried to calm her nerves. She had to think quickly about what it was she most wanted to do and how to handle this opportunity. This was one of those “be careful what you wish for” situations. Trent could see that she was really unprepared, which might work to his advantage, or maybe not. He would bet that next year she would be ready! Trent assumed the slave position at Paula’s feet, on his knees, sitting back on his heels, legs spread wide, and hands behind his back. In other words, totally open and vulnerable. This really changes the power dynamic. He still felt the red handprint on his butt. His cock was standing at attention as well. He had wondered privately if he would be able to sustain an erection in these circumstances, but apparently that was not going to be a problem, he thought with relief as he looked up at Paula in her Domme apparel. She really does look adorable, he thought. But she won’t be so adorable if she puts that crop across my ass. I’d better be damn obedient!
“As I understand the dominant position in the relationship, it is my responsibility to take care of my sub, to provide whatever he needs for stimulation, pleasure, discipline, and safety, all of his emotional needs, in exchange for his unconditional obedience to my commands,” Paula said, realizing that this was a really huge responsibility if she took it seriously. “I assume your ‘hard limits’ are the same as mine, no whipping or extreme bondage?” she asked. “Answer me, sub, use the words, communicate.”
“Yes, Mistress, those are my limits as well,” he responded, eyes down.
“Look me in the eyes when you answer me, sub,” she said in a sharp voice.
“Yes, Mistress,” he said as he raised his eyes to her face.
“Get on the bed, spread-eagle position, face up,” she commanded. As he obeyed, she tied his hands and feet to the bedposts with silk scarves. She placed a blackout mask over his face as he had done to her on one memorable occasion. “How about some sensory deprivation and sensation training?” she asked sarcastically, mimicking his words to her on that first weekend. “Next year I will be prepared with some original material,” she said gleefully.
“Yes, please, Mistress,” he said as he felt the dreaded ice cube run down his chest and around his balls and bobbing shaft. Oh shit! What goes around comes around! Paula climbed onto the bed beside Trent and began to slowly run her small, soft hands over his chest and ever so slowly down and around his cock and balls. Her touch was so gentle he barely felt it, but it was extremely stimulating nonetheless.
* * * *
“Remember, sub, you cannot come until I give you permission.” She knew that was another dreaded command he had hoped not to hear. I wonder how he likes hearing that one, she thought. The “no coming without permission” command had been one of the harder ones to follow, she had found. No underwear was a breeze! Literally! Of course, she knew that he almost always gave the command to come at the last possible moment before he thought she could not hold out a second longer. He never intentionally set her up to fail. But sometimes, his timing was a little off. This was really going to be fun, she thought as she began to get into the scene.
Paula took his straining cock into her mouth and slowly began the in and out motion, coupled with a strong sucking action, that was guaranteed to have him moaning within seconds. She ran her tongue down the underside of his cock and back up to swirl around the glans, paying particular attention to the slit in the head and the little bead of pre-cum. “Remember, sub, hold it, no coming yet.”
* * * *
Oh fuck! This is much harder than when I was on the “giving orders” side and not the “taking orders” side of the scene. He gritted his teeth and strained to control his physical reaction.
Suddenly, she stopped. She took his cock out of her mouth and said, “Okay, slave, it’s time to service your Mistress.”
She’s really going to leave me hanging? Right on the edge of an orgasm! He realized she was inexperienced as a Domme, but that was pretty mean! Of course, he conveniently forgot the numerous times he had done that to her the first weekend they spent together at Le Club.
She released the silk scarves and said, “Assume the slave position while I disrobe.” She removed the Domme outfit and changed places with him on the bed, spreading herself wide open. “Pleasure me, slave, and do a good job or I will have to discipline you.”
“Yes, my Mistress,” he gritted out as his distended cock and rock-hard balls came into contact with the rough cotton coverlet. He laid himself out on the bed between her wide-open legs, her creamy, pink pussy open and waiting. Apparently she’s turned on by this turn of the table. He grinned to himself. He ran his tongue through her slit from her channel to the pulsing clit at the epicenter of her pleasure. Slowly he circled around her clit and then plunged his tongue into her center over and over as she writhed on the bed, straining upward toward completion. He stopped. “Mistress, am I doing this correctly?” he asked. “I wouldn’t want to incur your wrath by doing a substandard job,” he said with a subservient whine.
“Slave, you are toying with me, and that will result in disciplinary measures if you don’t get back to work immediately.”
“Yes, my Mistress, as you will, my Mistress,” he said with a grin to himself, drawing it out as far as he could. He realized insubordinate behavior was dangerous to his hide in this situation, but he couldn’t help himself. He silently laughed to himself. It really is true that the sub has the power!
“Now, slave! Get back to it! Or else!” She growled. He realized she was a millimeter fr
om an orgasm and she wanted it now!
“Of course, my Mistress, anything you desire, my Mistress,” he continued, playing with disaster.
“You have one minute to finish this job, slave, or you are definitely going to feel my wrath. I’m dying to try out that brand-new crop!”
Oops! Maybe I went a little too far this time. He diligently got back to work giving his Mistress the pleasure she demanded. He worked his tongue deeply into her channel and then delicately licked her rosy nether lips, playing with her sensitive clit at the same time he surreptitiously slipped a finger into her cute little asshole.
She was on the very edge of a massive orgasm when she said, “Now, slave, fuck me, hard and fast.” He was only too happy to comply. He rose up above her on his powerful arms, mounted her, and began the rocking strokes that she craved, hard and fast, then harder and faster until they both exploded in soaring orgasms that shot out from their centers, through their limbs, and into the universe. When he collapsed on her in a nerveless heap, out of breath, heart pounding, he said, “Thank you, Mistress.”
* * * *
“Don’t thank me yet, slave. I haven’t decided yet how I am going to discipline you for your disrespectful disobedience,” she said very seriously. “Is that too many d’s?” She giggled into his shoulder as she tried to keep a straight face. This Domme stuff is pretty darn hard! But I will be so ready next year.
He took her into his arms and settled her against his chest. “Just remember, Cinderella, the clock is running down. When midnight strikes, your ass is mine!” They fell into an exhausted sleep, thoroughly content.
Chapter Ten
In the Southern Plantation Suite, Jason and Calleigh were curled up in the massive four-poster bed with her back nestled against his broad chest as he slowly and gently rubbed her little belly.
“It’s good to have Justin here. We were really close in college, but you know how people drift apart. I think he and Kelly make a good couple. From what he told Trent and me, his last relationship was really intense.”
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