by Jan Bowles
“We’ll see.” Hunter unceremoniously grabbed hold of Zoë’s hand, and pulled her across to where Cole and Jessica were preparing for a scene.
“Can I have a word, Cole.”
Zoë looked mortified. Her eyes were huge, making him feel sure he was on the right track.
“Yeah, sure, Hunter. What is it?”
“I think Jessica may have been leading my new sub astray. Perhaps some correction is required, so it doesn’t happen again.”
Zoë burst in. “No, no. I’ve already told you, it wasn’t her. I’m the one that should be punished.” She looked across at Jessica. “It was all my fault. She had nothing to do with it.”
Hunter felt amusement, tinged with a little anger. It was time to show his sub how a Dom acted. “How dare you speak without my permission.” Zoë immediately stopped talking and lowered her gaze from his.
Jessica stepped forward, wiping perspiring palms on the back of her tight, leather pants. “May I have permission to speak, Sir?”
Cole waved his hand. “You may, my pet.”
“It was my idea. Zoë’s new to this sort of thing, and I wanted to help her out. If anyone should be punished, it’s me. I’m to blame.”
Cole folded his arms across his bare chest, and studied the frightened women in front of him. He had an air of power that came from being an experienced Dom. “Hunter, you’re right. I think a little correction is required here. Perhaps we could kill two birds with one stone, by spanking both of these disobedient subs together. A deterrent is clearly needed.”
“Excellent idea, Cole. I concur.”
Zoë opened and closed her mouth several times, before finally managing to get her words out. “You mean you’re going to punish us both in front of everyone?”
Hunter stared at Zoë for several seconds. Now was the time to keep the initiative. She had to learn what it meant to be his sub. “At the moment you have amassed five spanks. If you question my absolute authority once more, I will make it ten.”
Chapter Twelve
Zoë’s stomach muscles clenched with a combination of fear and desire. To be at Hunter’s mercy turned her on more than she could ever have imagined. The dark hint of dominance in his clear blue eyes, and the way he held himself, all conspired to make her want him even more.
For the last twelve years she’d been her own woman. Made her own decisions—even if on occasion they’d been downright irresponsible. At least she couldn’t blame anyone else but herself. Perhaps that was why she wanted Hunter to take control. No, scratch that. She literally ached for Hunter to take control. There was a primal desire deep down in her psyche, which needed to be satisfied.
When he slipped off his leather waistcoat, Zoë felt a knot of tension tighten in her womb. Hunter looked magnificent. The tattoos crisscrossing his arms and drifting across his well-developed chest sent her libido into overdrive. She couldn’t help but lick her lips at the power in his limbs. Hands on hips, he strode over to Master Cole. She guessed they were discussing how to administer the punishment.
A little stunned that it would actually happen, she turned to Jessica standing silently beside her. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, making sure she kept her voice low so the Masters couldn’t hear.
“Don’t worry, sweetie. I like a good spanking. It helps rev the engine for later on.” Jessica smiled at her obvious ignorance in all matters to do with a D/s lifestyle. “I’m guessing you’ll like it, too.”
Zoë’s head snapped to attention as Hunter dragged two hard-backed wooden chairs into position. They reminded her of the chairs she would sit on as a child at school. They were placed at a forty-five-degree angle to each other, and faced the front of the set. He sat down on one of them, and then sternly beckoned her over. “Come here.” He stared up into her eyes, as she stood trembling in front of him. “Now lift up your skirt, and hold it above your waist.”
“Yes, Master Hunter.” She figured it was wise to feed his ego by being compliant. Zoë knew better than to question his authority. Besides, her whole being wanted his discipline. Like some crazy path she’d ventured on, there was no going back. Club members started to gather around, waiting for the scene to begin.
When she lifted her skirt above her waist and held it there, Hunter unceremoniously yanked down her panties, leaving them at her knees.
Her Master looked in his element, and was in complete control of the situation. “Put your arms behind your back, like this.” He demonstrated what was required of her. When she did as he commanded, Hunter secured her wrists together with a pair of steel handcuffs. She heard them lock in position behind her back, and knew her fate was sealed. Immediately her legs started shaking uncontrollably beneath her.
He took hold of her shoulders and roughly pulled her across his knees. “Lie there and don’t move, little sub. If you are disobedient, you will be punished even more severely.”
Zoë held her breath and lay motionless across his knees, her head almost touching the floor, her bare butt rising high in the air. She was surprised when Hunter tenderly stroked her hair. “Remember you have a safeword.” His gentle words made her realize that he cared deeply for her.
When Zoë turned her head, she saw a mirror image of her predicament. Jessica lay prostrate across Master Cole’s knees, awaiting her punishment. She had her wrists handcuffed behind her back, too, only she was completely naked. Zoë breathed a sigh of relief that at least she kept her clothes on, albeit rearranged. She figured as a novice sub, that Hunter was being lenient with her.
The gathering crowd was becoming larger, eagerly waiting for the spectacle to unfold. She shivered, knowing her naked ass was exposed for all to see.
Master Cole began speaking. “As you can see, we have two wayward subs that require correction. It’s important that before you start, you make sure your sub is comfortable. When you’re satisfied, you may begin.”
When she looked across, Master Cole had raised his hand high above Jessica’s butt, and she knew Hunter must be doing exactly the same thing. Zoë closed her eyes afraid to look any longer for fear of what she might see.
The first slap stung heavily across her left buttock. Pain sliced through her, followed by a large dose of heat. When she looked across the stage, Jessica smiled and winked at her, making her feel like she wasn’t doing this all on her own. She forced a smile back, only to have it wiped from her face when another stinging slap painfully impacted her right buttock.
Tears immediately welled in her eyes as Hunter administered a third eye-watering slap, this time low on her ass, painfully catching the tops of her thighs. The heat in her reddened butt cheeks spread toward her pussy, making her feel sexually aroused. Surely this wasn’t supposed to happen? Pain shouldn’t turn her on.
When he disciplined her again, the force of his slap made her body slide over his knees, making her clit rub deliciously against his leather jeans. An intense sexual moan escaped her lips. Dear God, what’s happening to me?
Master Cole continued his demonstration. “As you can see, both subs have become highly aroused by their spanking. If you’re feeling particularly benevolent, you can slide a hand under their belly and finger their clit.”
A gasp left Zoë’s lips as Hunter did exactly that. The fact that this powerful man completely controlled her, made her writhe and buck over his knees. When his finger teased her clit, she held her breath, waiting for the fifth and final slap. The physical and emotional intensity of the moment made everything feel magnified. Pleasure mixed with pain felt so incredibly forbidden and erotic. Its power was overwhelming and intoxicating. Just knowing that the large crowd was enjoying it as much as she only added to her pleasure. Inconceivable sexual well-being pulsed through her as Hunter’s final deterrent noisily made contact with her tender, stinging butt, sending her headlong into climax.
By biting firmly down on her lower lip, and squeezing her eyes tightly shut, she just managed to keep herself from moaning out loud. Oh, Lordy, Hunter must have realized what was
happening, because she twisted and turned on his lap, her engorged clit pulsing against his fingertip.
Master Cole continued speaking in his gravelly New York accent. “Master Hunter, are there any further words of wisdom you would like to add?”
Hunter cleared his throat. “Yeah. For all you aspiring Doms out there, aftercare is particularly important. Although the ass is a robust part of the female anatomy, you need to attend to the redness by soothing the punished flesh with a light massage. Even applying a little oil if necessary. A happy, contented sub is one who will give you years of pleasure, and you must always attend to their needs.”
Hunter tenderly soothed Zoë’s burning butt by pressing his palm gently against her hot flesh. Light strokes of his fingers followed as he carefully restored her circulation. His other hand remained under her belly, the index finger still teasing her clit. If he continued to stimulate her like this, she’d have another orgasm in front of all these people. At this moment in time, she didn’t give a fuck about the audience, because she felt as though she and Hunter had entered a private space, with only the two of them invited.
She knew he was aroused, too, because she felt his erection pressed achingly taut against her belly. Just what was in store for her when they finally arrived home?
“That’s all, guys.” Master Cole finished, and a ripple of applause spread out from the gathered crowd.
When the club members slowly started to drift away, Hunter lovingly pulled Zoë into his big, strong arms. Stunned, she obediently curled onto his lap like a feline. She hadn’t even thought of using her safeword. So what did that tell her? Slowly he ran his hand through her hair and then caressed her cheek before angling her face to his. Her heart raced away at the look of pure, unadulterated sexual desire she saw darkening his blue eyes. Hunter wanted her.
“Let’s get these damned cuffs off. The playroom awaits.”
Chapter Thirteen
Zoë waited anxiously outside the playroom, as instructed. Her legs shook with sexual desire and anticipation of things to come. Tonight, Hunter would show her what it truly meant to be his sub, and although frightened, she wanted to experience his mastery more than anything else in the world. She was well aware he’d been lenient with her the last time she was in here. He’d toyed with her, giving her a taste of what a D/s relationship could be like. What would he do to her now, and how would she react to his total domination?
As soon as they’d arrived back from Club Submission, he’d given her a half hour to freshen up. Now here she stood, completely naked save for a silk robe, her hand hovering over the door handle. With all her heart she wanted Hunter. She guessed she loved him. As a child, and then a young woman at St. Mark’s, she’d relied on him to keep her safe, and then he’d left, and her life had spiraled out of control. Now, fourteen years later, he was back, bringing some semblance of purpose and hope to her otherwise chaotic lifestyle. He was the heart to her soul. The blood in her veins.
The chrome handle felt cool to her touch, as she twisted it and pushed open the playroom door. Tentatively, and with her heart rate accelerating, she moved further into the forbidden space. The breath caught in her lungs, and she jolted in surprise, as the door suddenly slammed shut with a heavy, sickening thud. She placed a hand to her chest, trying to calm her breathing. Dear God. Awestruck, and in total silence, she watched Hunter turn the key in the lock. His glorious chest was bare and powerful. Tribal tattoos decorated his lean flesh, perfectly complementing the man and Dom. Realizing she’d been holding her breath for the last minute or so, she finally released the air stored in her lungs, before taking another anxious breath.
He walked slowly toward her, his eyes holding hers enthralled, until he towered over her. She felt the sizzling heat in his gaze, consuming her, fanning the flames of her desire.
“You belong to me.” His words were said so confidently, they were not an opinion, but a statement of fact. “You remember your safeword?”
“It’s red,” she whispered.
Hunter was in total control, and she liked it. “Excellent.” He clasped her chin in his hand, and roughly angled her face to his. “In the playroom you will call me Master.” She felt Hunter’s breath on her face. His piercing eyes were so close, she could even make out flecks of yellow and brown, speckling his penetrating blue irises.
“Yes, Master.”
He pulled a blindfold from the pocket of his leather jeans, and proceeded to cover her eyes. As the world slowly disappeared from view, she desperately tried to visualize the layout of the playroom. Hunter ran his fingers under the edge of the black velvet material, checking that no light was seeping through. Breathe, Zoë, breathe.
A cold shiver ran up her spine as he slipped the robe from around her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. She felt the silk material lying pooled around her ankles. Her nipples pebbled and hardened in response—a combination of the cool air, and his all-knowing eyes, watching her.
“You are achingly beautiful, my pet. Your body could never disappoint me. You are simply exquisite.”
His softly spoken words made her knees go weak and her pussy wetter still. “Come.” He took hold of her hand. “I wish to explore that glorious body of yours.” As if able to read her thoughts, he said, “I have something special to show you. I had it custom made, especially for you, Zoë. See if you can guess what it is. Just hold out your hands in front of you and start walking. That’s it.” He touched a hand to the small of her back, as she tentatively moved across the playroom. “Just one more step. Excellent, my sub, just a little further and you’re there.” She stopped abruptly when felt a soft object against her belly. He pressed a hand firmly between her shoulder blades. “Lean forward.” She did as he demanded, slowly tilting her upper body, until it lay at a ninety-degree angle to her legs.
With the blindfold still covering her eyes, she desperately tried to make sense of her surroundings. A soft upholstered pad seemed to support her neck, and Hunter aligned her hands either side of her head, before placing her wrists into two deep indentations. When she felt a padded yoke tighten around her neck and wrists, she realized she’d been put into a set of stocks. Panic rose when the stocks locked into position, with a sickening click. She was trapped. Should she use her safeword?
“Hunter, please.”
“You will address me as Master. Failure to do so is not an option.”
“I’m sorry, Master. I was a little—”
“Silence. Do not speak, unless you wish to use your safeword. Do you wish to use your safeword?”
Zoë swallowed hard and shook her head. So far nothing bad had happened. “No, Master. I’m sorry, Master.”
“Good, then I will continue preparing the scene.” She heard him walk behind her. His hand trailed down the crevice of her bare butt, making her tremble inside. “Relax your legs, my sub. You’re holding them too stiff.”
Although difficult to comply, she did as he required. Immediately, he buckled what felt like a thick leather strap around her waist, securing her lower body, hard against the soft upholstery, making any movement almost impossible. To add to his domination of her, he attached restraints to each ankle, roughly spreading her legs wide apart, displaying her pussy and anus for his personal gratification. She couldn’t move a single muscle now, even if she wanted to. She was completely at his mercy. Zoë was frightened, but her pussy was soaking wet.
Hunter slid a hand between her legs and attached something familiar against her clitoris. Her pussy lips spread open and folded around the object.
“Because you disobeyed me by removing the butterfly at Club Submission, I’ve decided to use it now.”
The steady pulse began beating against her clit, growing, growing in intensity. Although Zoë recognized the lovely feeling, she also wanted to squirm and move away from the wicked indulgence. All she could do was move her head a little from side to side, and flex her fingers. A moan tore from her, and she bit down on her lower lip. Oh, God. The overwhelming pleasure th
e butterfly gave her was both excruciating and exquisite. She moaned out loud again, as she teetered on the edge of sexual oblivion.
Hunter pulled the blindfold from around her eyes. He cupped her chin forcing her to look at him. His gaze was blistering. “Slave, do not come without my permission.”
“But, Master, pl—”
Zoë’s mouth trembled as her helpless pussy throbbed and pulsed around the butterfly. What Hunter demanded of her was impossible, absolutely impossible. A mighty orgasm broke her resolve, and she shuddered her release against the constrictive bindings, whimpering in ecstasy as she disobeyed her Master.
Hunter moved in close, and whispered in her ear, “You disappoint me, my sub. I expressly forbade you such enjoyment.”
Her breathing was heavy and hard, but she finally managed to blurt out, “I’m so sorry, Master. I just couldn’t help myself.”
“Then you must face the consequences.”
“But it wasn’t my fault. It was your—”
“Silence. How dare you? Do not speak, unless you wish to use your safeword.”
Hunter moved out of her line of vision for a few seconds, before returning. He was spreading lube onto a formidable-looking metal object. It was about five inches in length, and looked like a set of graduated ball bearings, one on top of another. Their sizes ranged from that of a pea to a golf ball.
He looked demonic and in total control as he whispered menacingly, “Your ass belongs to me tonight. I’ve already punished your disobedience at Club Submission, but you have once again gone against my wishes.” He held up the metal object. “This probe will restore a little order. As you can see each bead is larger than the next. Make sure you follow my instructions to the letter, or feel it in full, slave.”
Zoë’s heart beat faster as he moved behind her. God what have I let myself in for? Should I use my safeword? As much as the stocks allowed, she jolted when he touched the cold metallic object against her rectum.
