by Susan Arden
With fire in her eyes the little minx issued a dare, and stilled as though waiting for his response. Brandon lifted her leg, gliding his fingers along the satin skin under her dress, and fought the urge to turn her over his knee and spank the sass out of her.
“Taking all your clothes off would be a better means to get to the root of your desire to learn. When it comes right down to jumping into the lifestyle, what you need is to be spanked. Until you are, none of this will make sense. I’m going to fuck you, take you back to the bar, and later, we’ll drop in on a private viewing. I’ll show you what I intend to do. I won’t have you agreeing without seeing. I want you to come back to me fully prepared for your little research project. Are you free tomorrow?” he asked.
Her eyes became suddenly naïve. “What type of spanking?”
“Maybe the better question you should be asking is why,” he returned, smiling at her reaction.
“Oh, I get the why. An adrenaline rush categorically forged within an erotic arousal lifts your so-called sacred submissive into an endorphin-laced realm of pure pleasure. I’ve studied the physiology even though I don’t have the practical experience.” She arched her brow and curled one side of her beautiful mouth. “I’m also aware there’s a big if.”
He stared back into her eyes, trying to see past this tough veneer she wore like some medal she’d earned. He buried his amusement within a dry retort. “I’m dying to know. What’s the if?”
She returned his cocky attitude one better. “If the spanking is delivered by a skilled Dom. One who carefully crafts control over the entire experience…from start to finish. I’ve heard it’s a freaking hormonal head rush, the ultimate natural high. Any idiot would buy a ticket on that train. But I still want to know what type of spanking.”
Hand to God! This woman pushed his last button in the most tantalizing of ways, and it was his turn to push hers, as he was the man who would teach her about this lifestyle. The more she refused to yield, the more he hungered for to her bend—not break, but to submit. If there was a natural drug being offered up, it was her withholding from him.
“The kind I’ll deliver to your bare ass,” he kept his voice low, refusing to soften and allow her an ounce of power-tripping control just yet.
“But—”
“That’s enough for now, my little researcher,” he murmured, spreading his fingers over the curl of her hips. He’d deliver, all right, if she were willing. To do so, he began ratcheting up the tension. “Mia, don’t push me. I’m more than skilled in giving you what you deserve and need.”
He watched her pupils enlarge and her skin flush. She studied him for a second or two as the gears turned in that mind of hers. Finally, she mumbled a stodgy, “Yes, Sir.”
He surged forward inside her then suddenly flexed his hips, delivering a forceful thrust into her pussy. She stopped speaking and stared back at him with a mixture of wild defiance as though she was unsure which direction to take. Yes, she was more than ready, and he’d never had the need to push, if not eradicate the rules. She definitely upped the ante in him reining in control.
He bent his head and crushed his mouth down on hers, driving his tongue into her hot, smart mouth. His cock jerked, he was that close to the point of no return. “Let me hear the words,” he whispered harshly against her quivering lips.
She wiggled under him, and he inwardly groaned at the tight clutch of her surrounding his dick. “Please fuck me, Sir. Harder than before,” she growled in a strained voice.
Brandon straightened his arms, arching upward and hovering over Mia. His balls tightened as he fought to gain control with each swivel of her incredible hips. Another squeeze of her pussy and he’d come unhinged. He placed one foot on the floor, then reached down, and hauled her off the sofa.
“Wrap your legs around me. I’m not fully limiting your hands this time. You earned some freedom, wildcat,” he growled. Without withdrawing from her, he took her to the table, and laid her down. He lifted her legs, and stared at his straining cock engulfed in her satin heat. Pink and swollen and wrapped tightly around him. “Fuck,” he snarled.
“See something you like?” she taunted him. “I mean, Sir?”
“Baby, you have no idea how much.” Leaning between the valley of her thighs and sliding his dick into her, so fucking deep, he lifted her legs and placed them over his shoulders.
She looked so wild and in need of taming. He ran his hands over the soft material of her dress, hooking his hands on top of her shoulders. The muscles over his body contracted into a slow burn—shit, he was at the edge. If he held out for more than a few strokes, he’d be amazed.
“Fast and hard,” he bit out, leaning over her body, and savoring the wild feel of her squeezing him without mercy. She was asking for it.
“Yes, Sir.” She bit the center of her bottom lip and ground her ass against him. “Do. It.”
Brandon inhaled her scent as it hit him right between the eyes. Rocking his body back a few inches, he was about to regain control of this fucking show. Real fast. He plunged his cock into her and the hitch of her breath had him returning to do it again. Each time he drove himself into her, he rolled his hips just to see her eyelids drop and flutter.
He bent his head close to her ear. “I want you to wait. Don’t come. Hold out.”
She moaned her response, and he moved one of his hands between their bodies and pinched her swollen clit. His cock juddered—ready to explode—but this he did for her. He circled her pert nub with his finger, slick from her own juices, and groaned to himself.
She whimpered, first softly then louder, her breath coming out a hoarse gasp. “Please Brandon. Please.”
“That’s it. I want you coming all over my dick.”
He couldn’t hold back and clasped her thighs, curling his fingers around her trembling legs, unable to stop from ramming himself into her again and again, then again. His raging orgasm released from his crown in a blinding rush and he shuddered, calling out her name with each jerk from his dick and balls. Sweat trickled down his face and neck, droplets spilling down his chest and into his shirt.
“Come here,” she said, holding out her bound wrists.
He lowered her legs, and curled his torso over her, careful not to wipe his sweaty body on her. It didn’t seem to matter. She hooked her wrists around his neck and pressed her tits to his chest and her mouth to his. Firm but not demanding, she licked around his lips then stopped. She drew his bottom lip into her mouth, sucking sweetly, and he held her face between his hands, on the verge of groaning her name.
She smiled up at him. “You taste so good. Makes me want to suck your dick. Promise me, soon.”
“Baby.” His body shuddered and he laughed, then he wondered aloud, “You sure know what to say. How much of this is your project and you playing a part?”
Mia ran her fingers through his hair and sighed. “Cowboy, let’s just say, you sure know what to do. It’s getting harder to distinguish that when we’re wrapped around each other. I want to know what a sub goes through and you’ve definitely opened my eyes.”
“Have you ever been with a man who dominated you completely?”
“Not like you, and not in any real manner.” Her nostrils flared.
“I want to know specifics. Just like you. The details.”
“This will cost you,” she replied. “You answer a question and I’ll answer one.”
“Never easy with you.” He dragged his mouth over her jaw. “Ask away.”
“Were you in love with your last lover? I imagine she was a submissive. I’m interested in knowing if that’s in your repertoire as a Dom and the man who runs a club.”
Shit, how to answer that? He gazed into Mia’s dark eyes, which threatened to hold him captive.
“At the time, I thought I loved her. Afterward, I realized I wasn’t in love with her. I was on an adrenaline high, like you talked about. Getting this club up and running. Finally feeling free, felt like I could be who I was without restraints.
But she left, and the rush died. I don’t miss either the high or the woman.”
“Okay,” she said slowly. “I think I get that. Your turn.”
“I’m curious about your experience in being spanked.”
“That doesn’t sound like a specific question.”
“Hold on. Give me a second.” He wrapped his hand in her hair. The way her black silk wrapped around his palm, he forgot his train of thought for a moment. “How turned on did you get from having your bottom spanked?”
“Not at all.” Her brows cinched together. “I didn’t. It wasn’t sexually provocative. I wanted the man to stop.”
“Another question,” he said then asked, “Do you trust me to take care of your needs?”
“From what I have seen…yes. Without question.”
WALKING down the hall with Mia, he stopped, and gently pushed her into an alcove. He cupped her chin. “I want you. In your research and the other night, you saw members engage in sex. Are you up for that type of thing?”
“Is this a test?” she asked, her face tensing under his fingers.
Felt like it to him. But he wasn’t about to be a fool and admit to feeling way too driven this early on or that the screws were uncomfortably turning. No argument, he wanted too much from Mia. Instead of being appeased by some mind-altering sex, he wanted more. This was treading into unfamiliar territory and required some braking of their forward momentum. In getting so close, he’d unwittingly let her inside his skin.
Now, he needed to take a step back, and he’d let her decide which direction to take. Another route he’d never permitted with a sub. Ever.
“You’re here to learn about the lifestyle, but this isn’t just some project. I’d bet my last dime, your untapped inner sub is dying to be set free.”
“And we’d do that by letting others see you fuck me?” Her body stiffened. “Do you get off on people watching you up close?”
Tension built between them, requiring him to be on top of his domination game. He massaged his hands over her shoulders and neck, untangling her tight muscles as he considered how to be truthful without giving away the farm.
“Fact is if we did, it would be the first time I’d fuck a woman in front of others in that same room. Sure, people have watched with plate glass between them and me. But damn, you make me want to do things. Wild things, I haven’t done before. I’m not saying public sex is something I’m into. Just asking at this point. Would you let me take you in front of a roomful of people?”
Her breathing came in shallow puffs. “I don’t know.”
“How serious you are about being a sub? Are you playing a part for your project, or do you really want to know if this is in your nature? You’d be wearing a mask, and we could do it in a room with a select number of people, maybe in another club. Say Austin or Dallas. I’m only asking you because it’s part of this sexual package we’ve agreed to. I’m being upfront; this isn’t my hot fantasy…this is yours, that I promised to deliver.”
He’d opened the proverbial door, stepped over the threshold, and now he wanted to kick the fucking door closed. He couldn’t tell her that she out-and-out pushed him, but letting another man or group of men witness her being fucked—his gut churned at the idea.
If she let herself be publicly taken, the act might give him some distance and stop his being so riled up with this caveman thing he had going on with her. Torrentially bad this early in hooking up, and they had months to go. Already, he knew without a doubt, he’d be difficult to deal with when she graduated. She would leave and if he had blinders on, then he was the jackass.
His words reverberated inside his head. “Baby, we’re about to break some rules in here tonight.” If he wasn’t careful, it would be a heart as well.
“I want to know what it is that you want versus what it is that you need. I get a sense that you’re a sub to the bone. If I touched you right now, I bet you’re getting wet thinking about me spreading you in front of an audience and fucking you hard.”
“I thought you weren’t into sharing.”
“Who said anything about sharing? No one—” He wove his hand in her hair and tugged gently. “Will touch you. Ever. There’s no wiggle room on that. It’s my cock fucking you.”
Her chest rose and fell as if she’d run a race, and her pupils were large, making her eyes appear luminous; deep pools without end. “It is a turn on. But I’d have to think about it.”
That meant yes in his book. She was playing with fire. Each time she stepped closer to him, he was falling more and more under her spell. Did Mia know how she affected him? They were skating on a razor edge. Each step closer he let her approach him, he felt the magnetism between them grow and his natural inclination was to repel away from her. Impossible; it only made the ricochet reaction that much stronger. He stepped back. If he didn’t, they’d be walking back to his room and this time he’d rip the clothes from her back. “We’d better go find that bottle of wine. I could use a glass.”
She smiled with her eyes wide behind her mask. Her nipples were pressing points into her dress. He pulled the edges of the cape together. “Tonight we’ll see Penrose in action. His specialty is flogging, and his sub has been quite the pistol lately.”
“Your partner has a girlfriend who he publicly disciplines?”
He tapped Mia on the nose. “Alex is his sub. No one said anything about girlfriend. And yes the reason for the season. A private room and only a few spectators. But she’ll get what she needs. A chance for you to see the various sides of a sub and the person who takes care of her.”
She reached out and tucked her hand around his arm, and he flexed against her fingers. “I don’t want to miss it, then.”
Chapter Ten
Mia leaned back against Brandon’s body. Hard and imposing, and with his arm around her waist, he kept her standing between his long legs. They stood together off to the side, in the shadows. The front of the room featured a spotlit bench where various tools were placed. A muscular man led a woman wearing a mask up the center of the room. She had her wrists bound and also wore a cape.
Brandon whispered in her ear, “That man bringing Alex in is an assigned Master. A club stud, and his job is to prepare her for the Dom.”
“Would I have someone like that if I let you…,”she faltered. Within his room, in private with Brandon, she’d felt free for the first time in her life. But out here, she stumbled on her words.
The man lifted the woman’s chin and untied the laces at her throat, then removed the cape, revealing a traffic-stopping body. The woman had milk-white skin, the type that was clearly without a flaw. She had a long, slender figure and lingerie-model boobs that jiggled each time the sub flinched.
Was Brandon staring as hard as she was at the front of the room? When he grabbed her tighter around the waist and she almost screeched.
“Relax,” Brandon whispered against the back of her head. He rubbed his now-erect cock against her ass, and that wasn’t helping. “No. There’s no Master I would let touch you. No man, that is. Maybe one of the female staff…if you’re thinking this is something you’d like.
Mia forced herself to take a deep breath as her brain buzzed. She wasn’t certain she’d enjoy watching a half-naked woman with the man who’d just fucked her. But if this was something that turned him on… Wait. She chewed on her lip, wondering why she was considering whether or not this turned Brandon on, and why that should even matter.
Son of a beach ball! There she went again—thinking of Brandon beyond the realm of this project. He was part of her unconventional research—nothing more. She clenched her fingers, deciding this was oh-so-not happening, and focused on the truth: Brandon was a Dom in a sex club, a man who clearly was a master at reading people. In about three seconds, he’d know she had crossed yet another line. How soon would it be before he understood that she didn’t have any boundaries where he was concerned?
Mia tuned out her inner thoughts and focused on the front of the room. “How far ca
n a Master go with a sub?” she asked.
“Not far at all.” He stiffened behind her. “Remember, the sub isn’t his. Alex belongs to Pen, like you belong only to me.”
Yes, she noticed the collar on the woman’s neck. A thick chain that resembled a choker, like a biker might wear. It rested on her collarbone. The Master picked up her wrists and attached them to a bar above her head. He spread her legs and placed another bar between her ankles, attaching it to one ankle and then the other. The Master attached nipple rings to her swaying breasts with already-erect nipples.
He tugged the chain, drawing a sharp hiss from the woman. “Something to say, sub?” the Master inquired.
“Thank you, Master,” the woman said in a shaky voice.
A door slammed shut at the rear of the room. Mia flinched and glanced to the side, recognizing Penrose. He was shirtless and wore black leather pants slung low on his hips. He wasn’t as tall as Brandon, but he was lithe and walked with the confidence of a man comfortable in this scenario. He bent his head to the woman and whispered something. She nodded and he took what the Master held out.
“What’s that?” Mia studied the piece of equipment. This was one area lacking in her research, and now with Brandon’s promise of a spanking, she was sorely motivated to learn all she could about the tools used within the pain-pleasure theory of BDSM.
“Never seen a flogger?”
“Apparently not, it seems” She shook her head. Squinting her eyes, she studied the black and red braided handle that extended into further braided strands, and what appeared to be horsehair.
“You’ll see one up close and very personal, very soon, if you keep up that tone. Maybe tonight,” Brandon said in a sure voice, smooth as silk. “Consider this your warning.”
She almost shot him a challenging look, but then reconsidered, already knowing that whether it was sexual or conversational, most of what was relayed had little to do with the actual words. Tone, expression, even stance were perceived readily by most people. More often than not, people only used words to hide behind.
