“Would you just get on with it already?” Ooops. It would seem that he was playing the taunting game as well, but her ass was the one on the line here. “Sorry, Sir. I’m just a little on edge.”
“No problem, sub. I’ll just add three for that smart-mouth response.” Without warning, his big, hard hand connected with her upraised butt and she yelped. The first strike was followed by four more quick, hard slaps. “We would have been done now if you hadn’t mouthed off.” He added three more stinging smacks. Her hand had started to go back to rub her ass, but he caught her wrist. “When I punish you, you will not rub the sting away. It’s to be there as a reminder to watch your smart mouth.”
“Yes, Sir.” She thought that Jesse might just be a stricter Dom than she had thought he was going to be.
“Your ass is nice and pink, sub. What do you say?”
“Thank you, Sir.”
“Are you going to behave yourself?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good. Get up now, sub. I want to taste you while your ass is still nice and pink.” So, he is going to jump right in to the fun stuff. Good. Bring it on.
Her ass was stinging like a bitch. She was dying to rub it, but she didn’t dare. He lifted her into his arms and carried her to the bed built into the wall. It was cozy and covered with an antique quilt. He laid her down in the center of the bed and then stood back up. He looked directly into her eyes and stripped out of his clothes in record time. Ah, his chest was smooth, with ripped abs. He had a tight belly and muscular ass, thighs, and legs, the powerful engine that would drive his cock. Yum. He joined her on the bed. He kissed her again, and his hot tongue swept her mouth like the marauding pirate who should be inhabiting this cabin.
His dominant expression was stern. His hot gaze caressing her vulnerable body on top of the spanking was making her pussy wet. She had known when she first laid eyes on him that he was exactly the kind of man she liked—big, good-looking and dominant. He had seemed like a pleasant, easy-going guy at the party, but once in the dungeon, he had slipped effortlessly into a rather intimidating and demanding Dom personality. That’s the whole idea, idiot. We get to live a fantasy, be someone else for a while. Relax and enjoy the moment.
Jesse slowly moved down her body until he had her pinned to the bed with her legs spread wide and her pussy open before him. His gaze was hot, with a confident air of proprietorship. He came down between her spread thighs. “Nice and wet, sub. Just the way I like it.”
He ran his fingers through the ruffled lips of her pussy, and then he applied that talented mouth to the same real estate. The exquisite feelings that rolled through her aching center had her straining toward his mouth. His tongue was rough and smooth at the same time. She gasped as a spear of pleasure went through her. He licked and nipped at her pulsing clit. Oh, God. The man has a great mouth and hands. I hope his cock is as talented. He took his time playing with her body, alternating the torture of his hot mouth with the pinching and stroking of his fingers.
She was on the edge when he finally moved back up her body. He slowly ran his hands down from her shoulders over her chest, firmly cupping her abundant breasts. He lowered his mouth and took one puckered nipple into his hot mouth. She gasped as he sucked, and a bolt of sensation zipped from the tip of her breast directly to her eager clit. She couldn’t wait to feel his hard cock in her aching pussy, and she rubbed against his hard-on in encouragement.
“Oh, Sir…” She was suddenly anxious to get this show on the road. “Hurry…”
“Don’t rush me, sub.” He reached down and quickly swatted her already-red butt, and another stinging handprint joined the others already there. “I want to enjoy every minute of this. I’m glad to see you’re eager, but no topping from the bottom, or you are going to add to your first punishment.” Now there was an inducement to top from the bottom. She almost giggled, but caught herself just in time.
His hands continued their journey from her breasts down over her slightly convex belly, around and over her curvy butt. She sighed as he soothed the red marks he had left on her ass.
He spread her wide as he prepared to finally claim the destination she had been anticipating—her aching pussy. She tried, but it was impossible to hold back the gasp that escaped her parted lips as he plunged into her waiting heat. His body was heavy, but reassuring, and she loved the feel of him on top of her. She wrapped her legs tight around his waist as he buried his steel shaft in her hot pussy. She soaked in his heat, and he dropped his head to her shoulder. He began to glide in and out, long and slow, and he lifted her butt into his strokes. Oh, so nice. Like silk-covered steel.
His hard shaft grazed her clit, and she was just about ready to fly. After a few more energetic strokes in her velvet folds, she was begging for release. He crushed his mouth to hers in a brutal kiss as his hot and insistent cock continued to pound. She bucked against him and finally flew over the edge into a pulsing orgasm. She struggled to breathe as he quickly followed her into his own explosive climax. This first time had been fast and furious. She had to admit she hadn’t wanted to waste any time getting to the prize, either. She was pretty sure Jesse Colton was not a one-shot marvel. The night was just beginning.
Chapter Seven
In the Fairlamb suite at The Black Dahlia Hotel, Fort Lauderdale Beach, Florida, Sunday morning, January 3, 2016
Jay was having a second cup of coffee on the terrace of his suite. The sun sparkling off the white caps was almost blinding. He would have liked to go down to the dining terrace for breakfast, but he couldn’t risk Penelope and the girls seeing him, and he certainly couldn’t go down there with a mask on. That picture made him smile. It hadn’t escaped him that he was guilty of some sneaky behavior of his own. But in his defense, it was all for a good cause—getting Penelope back for good.
Things had settled down between them on Friday night, and Jay had been happy with the result. Penelope had climbed into his lap and made a sincere apology for letting her curiosity get the better of her. He had checked her bottom before they left the dungeon. It had been red and tender, but nothing to worry about. He knew how to use a strap in a way that got a sub’s undivided attention without leaving permanent damage.
He had not been happy when she had failed to answer his calls or texts all day Saturday and Saturday night. Was she pouting because of the punishment? Had she figured out who he was, or had Morgan decided to rat him out? He didn’t know what to think. He did know he had missed her. He’d wanted her in his bed, curled up against him, not in a suite several floors away, not talking to him.
Jay dialed Jordan, who picked up his cell on the second buzz. “What’s up, big brother? Everything okay there?”
“Everything is fine. Stop worrying, unless you’re looking for an excuse to call off this insane plan of yours and come home.”
“No. Not ready to throw in the towel yet.” He told Jordan about Penelope’s aborted reconnaissance effort and the results, and about her failure to communicate the day before.
“That girl always was a pistol. I’m not sure you’re up to the challenge of Penelope on a full-time basis, little brother.” He was laughing so hard, Jay could hear him almost choking on his coffee. “You know, training a woman is sort of like training a horse—it takes a gentle but firm hand.”
“Very funny, Jordan. Well, actually, it was sort of funny, after the fact. That little finger was almost under the corner of my mask when I woke up. And don’t ever let Pen hear you compare her to a horse, or I might not get to have any nieces or nephews.”
“I’ll keep that in mind. Must be a pain in the ass to have to sleep in a mask. When do you plan to end this little masquerade?”
“I told her I’d take off the mask on the last day of vacation, and she could decide then whether she wanted to stay with me or not.” That day was getting closer every day, and he was not at all sure of what would happen when he unmasked. He had to make the most of every day until then, if he hoped to reunite with Penelope for good.
That was one of the reasons he was so annoyed by Penelope’s disappearing act yesterday.
“That’s taking a big risk. What if she decides not to stay?” Jay could hear the concern in his brother’s voice.
“It’s a risk, but I have to take it. If she wants to walk away, I’ll let her go. I won’t be happy about it, but at that point, she gets to make her own decision. I do know for certain now that I love Pen, always have, and I made the biggest, stupidest mistake of my life five years ago.
“Live and learn, Jay. Who knows what would have happened if you’d stayed together then? Would you have grown up? Would you still be together? Life has a way of teaching lessons. It’s our job to learn ’em. Take care, brother. Talk to you in a couple of days.”
Jay closed his phone. Jordan had a good point. Would he be the man Pen needed if he hadn’t had those five years to grow up, take responsibility for his actions, and just generally mature? He had to admit that he’d still been sowing some pretty wild oats while they were together if his ménage idea was anything to go by. There was no way to know what would have happened if he hadn’t brought Maria Hernandez out to the cabin that weekend. He only knew that now he had to make it right and get the love of his life back.
* * * *
In the spa at The Black Dahlia Hotel, Fort Lauderdale Beach, Florida, Sunday morning, January 3, 2016
Morgan and girls stepped into the Black Dahlia Day Spa and looked around. It was very nicely done, tranquil and quiet. Soft Asian music was playing in the background. They checked in, got lockers and changed into bamboo sandals and the thick, fluffy white robes with the Black Dahlia logo on the pockets.
Their first stop was the spa, to relax in the steam and sauna rooms. After quick dips in the lavender-scented plunge pool, they wrapped back up in their robes. When they were settled on sofas in the lounge area with glasses of fruit-infused water, Morgan said, “So, Pen, how’s it going with the Master? Anything interesting to report?”
Penelope looked either embarrassed or disgruntled, or both, and didn’t appear to want to share. Kathi said, “Don’t make us have to drag it out of you. What’s up?”
“Not much. Same old same old—spanking, sex, still wearing the mask. I’m dying of curiosity. I don’t know why he won’t take it off. Maybe he’s scarred or something and doesn’t want me to see. He promised to unmask at the end of our vacation. We’re flying back to Dallas on the seventh. I don’t know how I’ll hold out that long. He said I could decide then if I wanted to be with him or not. What the heck does that mean?”
Kathi grinned. “Now that sounds more like you. Why haven’t you found a way to get a look?”
“Ha. I tried and got caught. It wasn’t pretty. Really, I was embarrassed.”
Morgan was horrified. What had Jay done? “What happened?”
“To put it mildly, he wasn’t happy. He said I’d violated his trust and then lied about it, and sneaky behavior would not be tolerated. And then he whipped my butt with his belt.” She shuddered, but Morgan couldn’t tell if it was with excitement or horror—or both.
“How do you feel about that? Did he hurt you?”
“Geez, Morgan. What do you think? It hurt like a bitch, but he only gave me four, and then he fucked my brains out, doggy style. Why does every interesting man I meet only want to see me from behind? I’m starting to get a complex. He reminds me a little of Jay in a lot of ways, the dominant alpha male vibes. Shit, one thing I don’t need is another man like Jay Fairlamb.”
“It must be that spectacular ass of yours.” Whew. Thank goodness he hadn’t taken it too far. If she remembered correctly, Jay could have a bit of a temper. He hadn’t missed many opportunities to spank Penelope’s ass, although, as far as she knew, he always took the time to cool off before dishing out punishments. He had never crossed the line and gone too far, although she did believe he’d used a belt a couple of times. She’d prefer he just went with the good-old-fashioned over-the-knee, bare-hand spanking, but she knew that Penelope liked the belt once in a while. Well, we’re all different. Different strokes for different folks—literally. It’s why we do what we do. It was a good thing Penelope appeared to be in denial or this charade would be over sooner than later. In her opinion, what Penelope needed was a man exactly like Jay Fairlamb.
Before she could question Penelope further, a big, strong-looking woman approached the sofa where they were sitting. “Am Svetlana. Who is have hot stone massage? Penelope?” The woman had a strong Russian accent.
Penelope jumped up like she’d been rescued from the Inquisition. Morgan grinned. That wasn’t far from the truth. But if looks weren’t deceiving, Pen might be in for it with the lovely Svetlana. She had arms that would do a guy proud.
Another European-looking masseuse came into the room and headed their way. “Ms. Easton?” Kathi got up and followed her out of the lounge. That leaves me and my European facial.
Before long, Morgan found herself on the facial table, draped in layers of blankets in the darkened room. A small fountain gurgled in the background, and she could smell the strong scent of lavender. Morgan’s mind started to wander as the technician began her routine.
Had she made a serious error in not disclosing Jay’s secret to Penelope? She wasn’t worried about the fanny-warming. They all got their butts paddled regularly. It was part of the fun. She was more worried about the emotional fallout when Pen discovered her new Master was really her old Master, one she had been careful to avoid and not even talk to on the telephone for five years.
Morgan hoped she hadn’t made a really bad mistake that would have repercussions beyond a little angry shouting. Time would tell. Jay couldn’t wear a mask for the rest of their lives. She pictured an elderly Jay and Pen rocking on the front porch at the ranch with Jay still wearing a black mask, and she started to giggle. The aesthetician must think she’d lost her mind. And maybe she had, to allow Jay to put her smack dab in the middle of this mess.
* * * *
Penelope was stretched out on the massage table with a thick, white towel draped over her butt and heavy, hot basalt lava stones lined up down her spine. She could feel the deep heat therapy working to relieve her stress and relax her mind and muscles. She closed her eyes and allowed her mind and body to just be quiet. She breathed in deeply and let the tension of the last few weeks slip away with each breath.
Svetlana was currently working on the knots in her shoulders. The woman had big, strong hands like a man. Oh, it felt divine. Which brought Master floating into her mind. He had marvelous hands, strong, callused, but with carefully manicured nails. It was an interesting contrast. Obviously, he did some kind of work with those hands, besides driving her wild with desire.
Penelope had seen Svetlana’s heavy, dark eyebrows go up when she’d taken the robe off and the still-slightly-red marks that crisscrossed her butt could be seen. Oh, well. This was a BDSM hotel, after all. Red butts were to be expected. She’d been glad to escape the girls at that moment, but she was sure she hadn’t heard the last of that particular line of inquiry.
How did she feel about the other night? She knew she’d earned a punishment by letting her curiosity get the best of her. And really, her behavior had been rude and sneaky. While the whipping had hurt like the devil, again, it had been of short duration. She hadn’t been bound to the spanking bench, but she had been held there helplessly by Master’s will. Short of using her safe word, she had been at Master’s mercy. It seemed she could trust him not to go too far. She’d seen him turn away from her and take a couple of deep breaths until he’d gotten his temper under control. That was good to know, if they were going to continue to see each other after they returned to Dallas. She knew he was a member of Le Club Longhorn. Why hadn’t the girls ever seen him there? She personally had not been to the club since she and Jay had broken up.
When the massage was over, Svetlana led her to a deep, old-fashioned footed tub filled with hot water, rose petals and lavender aromatherapy oils for a relaxing soak. When
Penelope stepped out of the tub and back into her robe, she was as limp as a wet noodle. She returned to the lounge to find the girls waiting for her. They went out onto the sunny balcony off the spa for lunch.
When they were seated at a table overlooking the beach, Kathi said, “So, to continue where we left off…”
“Do we have to? I’m so nice and relaxed.”
“The perfect time to pull all your secrets out of you.” Kathi was grinning in anticipation of getting the whole story.
“Oh, please. Like I’m allowed to have any secrets. Truthfully, I like the Master a lot. I think I might be able to develop feelings for him. He’s sexy, fucks like a machine, and has a sense of humor most of the time. I’m just really concerned about this mask fetish he seems to have. Also, my curious bone is dying to know what’s under there. I’ve decided to push him on it.”
“I hope you’re not going to try to sneak another peek.” Morgan looked worried.
“Of course not. One appointment with Master’s belt was enough to convince me that was a bad idea. I was lucky he only gave me four, but they were good ones. He doesn’t hold back when he’s delivering a punishment. The spanking he gave me for being late earlier in the evening was full throttle, too. My poor butt underwent significant trauma on Friday. I still have slight red marks from the belt.”
“Well, you did deserve it, for getting caught, if nothing else.”
“Thanks. Nice to know I have your sympathy, Kath.” She knew she was pouting now, and started to laugh. “Really, I’d been craving a good spanking for a long time. I hadn’t had one since Jay, and I do enjoy a hot butt once in a while. Not too often, mind you. Actually less often than Jay wanted to deliver one.”
“We all love to have our asses paddled every now and then. It gets the juices flowing, that’s for sure.” Now Morgan was grinning, probably thinking about Eric warming her butt.
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