Topping the Domme (Crime and Punishment)

by Trista Ann Michaels

  “That would be great,” Karina replied.

  Brayden slid his hand under her skirt and smoothed a hand over her ass. Karina jumped slightly, then turned to glare at him. “I’m sure I’ll give her some free time later.” His lips twitched as he met her angry gaze. “Unless, of course, she misbehaves.” Brayden gave her behind a squeeze. “You’re not going to misbehave, are you, kitten?”

  “Of course not,” she snarled through clenched teeth.

  “Who?” Brayden said softly.

  “Master,” Karina snarled.

  She heard Master Delacroix’s soft snicker and turned to glare at him as well. “Please don’t encourage him.”

  He smiled and the lines around his eyes deepened. “I plan to stay very close to the two of you tonight. I have a feeling you’ll be very entertaining.”

  Candy giggled as she walked away to take Karina’s jacket to the coat closet. Brayden and Delacroix shared a chuckle, while Karina sighed.

  This was going to be a long night.

  Chapter Seven

  Karina followed Brayden around the crowded club, smiling politely as they were introduced by Delacroix to those he called “key players.” Several of the Doms looked her over with appreciation, but thanks to the collar Brayden had insisted she wear, none of them touched her.

  Although she would probably never admit it to Brayden, she was actually thankful to have it. At her own club, the only men who touched her were her subs, and that was only if she gave them permission. At least here, the only man touching her would be Brayden, and she felt she could handle him. Someone else, not so much.

  She glanced over at one of the scenes. She often watched them at her club. There, she was the Domme. She was in charge, and the man did what she said. Here, Brayden would be in charge. Could she let him do that to her? Tie her up? Fondle between her legs? Kiss her there?

  She liked oral, but she didn’t know how she would feel about oral when she was the one tied down.

  A shiver ran up her spine, and she wrapped her arms around herself. Brayden must’ve noticed, she realized, as he put his hand at the back of her neck and leaned in to whisper. “Cold?”

  “No…Master.”

  Brayden placed a soft kiss against her temple in what Karina believed was an attempt to appear like a loving couple. “Good girl,” he murmured.

  Karina had to bite her tongue to keep from snapping, “Don’t treat me like a child.”

  That’s how she felt. Is that how her subs felt when she rewarded them? Like children who’d done a good job? They’d always seemed to like her praise, and she’d always praised them no matter how small the good behavior, but to be on the receiving end of it just felt way too odd.

  Keeping her eyes down, she glanced around the crowded club. Most all the scene areas were taken. Every possible scenario was played out, even a few that had her raising her eyebrows. The one with four men was quite interesting. One Dom was fucking a submissive in the ass and two other submissives had joined in, one sucking the first submissive’s cock while another stood on a small ladder so that his cock was in the mouth of the first submissive.

  Beside that scene was a threesome—one girl, two guys. Karina bit her lip at the sound of the young woman’s moans of delight as both men moved in tandem in and out of her body—one in her pussy, the other in her ass.

  She’d never done that, but had often thought about it. She just wasn’t sure how she felt about being sandwiched helplessly between two men.

  Brayden again slid his hand under her skirt and gently rubbed her behind, making Karina jump. She turned to meet his narrowed stare, and she swallowed. “I’m sorry, Master. My mind was on the scene, and you startled me.”

  He studied her for a second, then stepped closer. She glanced around at the four other Doms watching them closely before dropping her eyes back to the floor.

  “Which scene had you so enthralled, kitten?” he murmured.

  “The…uh…” She swallowed again and tamped down her desire to slug him for this. “The threesome.”

  He glanced around her shoulder at the scene, his lips twitching. Karina didn’t find this the least bit amusing. “I see,” he purred. “Perhaps that’s an idea for another evening?”

  She frowned up at him. “I didn’t think you liked to share, Master.”

  He slid his hand between her legs from behind. Karina held still as a stone as he teased her now wet opening with his fingers. The way he looked at her, the heat from his gaze searing her, if she moved at all, she wouldn’t be able to stop herself from wiggling her hips and trying to get his finger deeper. To her, it was safer to appear indifferent, even though indifference was not at all what she felt.

  “If it’s something my little sub wants, how can I possibly say no?” He leaned in and whispered, “And from the feel of things, my sub wants.”

  Karina glared up at him from the corner of her eye. Damn jerk. She was wet, and he made sure to throw it in her face that he knew. Well, hell. What did he expect? Dom and sub alike would get aroused in this place. It was a living, breathing, live-action porn show.

  Delacroix chuckled. “Karina is a sassy sub. I have a feeling we’ll be seeing her on the spanking bench before the night is out.”

  Her whole body flushed at the image of Brayden spanking her ass and the realization sent a wave of heat over her cheeks. Brayden removed his hand from her pussy. Keeping his gaze glued to hers, he brought his fingers to his lips and licked them clean. Karina’s stomach flipped at the hunger in his eyes, the way he watched her with that all knowing grin. Yep, definitely Satan’s grin.

  “You’re father’s name was Lucifer, wasn’t it?” she mumbled, half teasing, half serious.

  Brayden lifted a brow. Delacroix and two others chuckled.

  “Yeah, you’re definitely going to be on that spanking bench,” Brayden drawled.

  “Come on, you two,” Delacroix said. “I’ll take you over to the bar and introduce you to our bartender, Master Trey.”

  Karina followed behind Brayden. Delacroix had been introducing them as friends of his that had just moved down from Virginia. Brayden was independently wealthy, therefore didn’t need to hold down a job, and the two of them were currently staying in a hotel while they looked for a house.

  So far everyone seemed to be accepting that story, and the fact that they all knew Delacroix was independently wealthy only helped matters. Wealthy people tended to stick together, for the most part.

  Everyone appeared friendly. So far, no one set off any bells or alarms. Some Doms introduced their subs, some didn’t. Brayden always did and so did Karina when she was in Domme mode. To not introduce her would make her feel insignificant, and she was grateful that Brayden included her.

  “What would you like to drink, Karina?” Delacroix asked. “Name it and I’m sure Trey can make it.”

  “Okay,” she said smiling. “Something light. How about a Pimm’s Cup?”

  Trey grinned. “Pimm’s Cup it is. And for you, Master Brayden?”

  “I’ll take a beer.”

  Trey nodded and headed off to get the drinks. Brayden turned to answer a question one of the other Doms had asked him, but even though his attention was occupied elsewhere, his hand was always touching her somewhere. Right now, it rested lightly at the small of her back.

  Surprisingly, it made her feel safer somehow. Although she could now take care of herself better than most men, thanks to her Navy SEAL uncle, for some reason it felt good knowing Brayden was there too.

  “How are you holding up, Karina?” Delacroix asked softly as he leaned over to grab a peanut from the bowl in front of her.

  “Better than I thought I would be,” she smiled slightly. “Under the circumstances. But then we haven’t started playing yet, so maybe ask me again later.”

  Delacroix snickered. “I’m sure I will. I can only imagine how uncomfortable this is for you…under the circumstances.”

  “Would you have done it?”

  “Maybe if
I had you as a Master, but even then, I doubt it.”

  Karina smiled. No. She couldn’t see Delacroix as a submissive at all.

  “I’m actually very good,” she whispered.

  Delacroix smiled knowingly, and his eyes sparkled with that same mischief she was beginning to associate with him. She couldn’t wait to see how he was later with a submissive.

  “I have no doubt,” he whispered back.

  With a chuckle, he tapped her nose and pushed away from the bar. “Let me know if you need anything, Brayden, even a third.” He winked at Karina before turning to head across the room.

  She smiled at Brayden, who watched her with a small frown. “If we do a threesome, I want him,” she said, teasing him.

  Brayden’s frown deepened. “No.”

  Karina giggled and leaned close. He didn’t like that. Putting her hand against his hard chest, she smiled up at him seductively, deciding it was time to tease Brayden a little. After all, turnabout was fair play.

  “I thought you said earlier that whatever your sub wanted, she got.”

  Brayden lowered his hand to her ass and gave it a hard squeeze, pulling her up against his strong, hard body. Karina felt every inch of him pressed against her and instantly began to rethink the wisdom of her teasing. The man was dangerously seductive and gorgeous in a way that had her getting even wetter.

  When was the last time a sub had her this hot?

  Uh, never.

  Brayden dipped his head, and for a split second, Karina thought he might kiss her. Her heart skipped as his warm breath fanned over her lips. “Oh, yeah,” he murmured. “You’re definitely going to get that ass spanked.”

  She whispered, “What’s the matter, Brayden? Jealous?”

  “I don’t get jealous.” He slid his hand between her legs and gently swirled his fingers through the cream coating her opening. Karina had to bite her tongue to keep from moaning. “I just make sure you’re so satisfied, you don’t have the energy to look elsewhere.”

  She grinned. “You’re so full of yourself.”

  “Yes. And later, you’re going to be full of me.”

  He cupped her ass again and pressed her more firmly against his thick erection. Karina’s smile faded as hot lust worked its way through her body. She’d seen Brayden naked. She knew exactly how well-endowed he was and also knew just how well he could use it.

  “See what you get for teasing?” he whispered.

  He let go of her, and she stumbled backward. Grabbing the edge of the bar, she tried to right herself without appearing too clumsy.

  “Take your drink and walk around the room, Kay. Introduce yourself to the other subs.” He leaned in and whispered in her ear. “And try not to act like a Domme.”

  She scrunched her nose at him, then grabbed her drink off the bar. When she turned to walk away, his palm slapped harshly against her ass. Her hips jerked forward, and her drink spilled a little on her hand. She turned to glare at him, but deep inside, it was hard to stay mad at him. Brayden wasn’t playing a role, he was being himself. He wasn’t any different with her than he was with any sub he took under his wing. She just hoped she didn’t end up half in love with him like the majority of the women he played with.

  Chapter Eight

  Brayden watched her ass sway seductively as she walked across the bar to the group of submissives congregated in one of the many sitting areas around the room. One of the women patted the couch next to her, and Karina sat down, her fingers absently toying with the collar around her neck.

  Brayden didn’t miss the appreciative glances other Doms, both male and female, thrown Karina’s way. That was nothing new. She always got a lot of attention at the clubs. He tried to take his mind off her and put it back where it needed to be. On the case.

  So far, nothing appeared out of place. Most of the Doms he’d met had permanent subs, but that didn’t mean they weren’t guilty. Even some serial killers had wives. To be honest, he wasn’t sure what they were even looking for. They knew absolutely nothing.

  Maybe Karina would have better luck with the submissives.

  Two hours later, Karina caught Brayden’s gaze across the room. He curled his finger, indicating he wanted her to join him.

  “Looks like someone is being summoned,” Candy said.

  Karina looked back at her and made a face. “Wonder what he’ll do if I ignore him?”

  Candy grinned wickedly. “Karina, you wouldn’t.”

  She smiled and took another sip of her drink. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was the rebellious nature that simmered just below the surface. She just wasn’t used to being ordered around, and her nature was to fight against it. “I think we’ll find out.”

  Candy covered her mouth and giggled. “He doesn’t look happy.”

  “Is he coming over?” Karina asked.

  Candy raised an eyebrow. “Oh, yeah.”

  Brayden bent over the back of the couch Karina was sitting on and growled in her ear. “I thought I indicated I wanted you by my side, sub.”

  A shiver ran down Karina’s spine. “I’m sorry, Master. I thought you were just waving.”

  Brayden took the glass from Karina’s hand and sniffed it. He frowned at Candy. “How many of these has she had?”

  “Two, sir, since I’ve been with her.”

  Brayden walked around the couch and took her hand in his. “Come with me, sub.”

  “Hey,” Karina argued and tried to pull her hand from his tight grip. “Damn it, Brayden. Let me go!”

  She came to her feet and wobbled on her heels to the point she almost fell. Brayden steadied her and then pinned her in place with a frown so fierce, Karina’s heart skipped.

  “Quiet,” he snarled in that Dom tone that had every submissive within ear shot going silent.

  “What the hell were you thinking?” he murmured so low only she could hear. “Are you that nervous, Kay?”

  “I’m not drunk. I just…”

  She drew in a slow, even breath. His gaze held hers captive, not allowing her to look away. He watched her with those eyes, so intent, so steadfast. Every part of her body warmed and tingled. God, why did he do this to her? Why did being this close to him make her want to melt into a puddle? What was he doing to her carefully crafted control?

  “You didn’t come when I called,” he said a little louder. “I swear, sub. I think sometimes you deliberately provoke me.”

  Karina swallowed. Had she deliberately provoked him? “I’m sorry, Master.”

  “That’s a good start, but it still won’t save you from the spanking you deserve.”

  He pulled her with him to an empty scene area set up at the far side of the room. Surely, he wasn’t.

  Oh God. He was.

  With his hand between her shoulder blades, he pushed her forward so that her torso lay on the leather covered table and her feet remained on the floor. Karina gasped and tried to push up, but the hand in the middle of her back kept her pinned.

  “Don’t move,” he snapped, and surprisingly, Karina froze.

  He wrapped one cuff around her wrist, then the other. She tugged at the restraints, but couldn’t move. Fear began to work its way through her body. She drew in a sharp breath, and her heart raced wildly. Her first instinct was to panic, to tug at the chains. Everything in her wanted free.

  This wasn’t going to work.

  Brayden leaned over her and murmured close to her ear. “Breathe, kitten. It’s just me.”

  His soft voice jostled her out of the rising panic that threatened to take control. This was Brayden. He wouldn’t hurt her.

  “Breathe in,” he murmured.

  She inhaled a deep breath, trying to force her heart rate to slow down. She had to get better control of herself. She had to stay focused.

  “Now out,” he added as he softly massaged her lower back. “Once more.”

  She did as he requested, and her body began to calm.

  “If it’s too much, say yellow. Understand?”

 
; “Yes,” she breathed, but she was doing okay. Surprisingly better than she expected to.

  Just remember. It’s for show. Go through the motions. Act as though you’re giving in, as though you like it. I can do this.

  She’d watched enough subs to know how it was done. He straightened and feathered his palm up the back of her thighs so softly, she wasn’t even aware of it at first, then a tingling warmth began to spread through her limbs. With his hands on the inside of her thighs, he pushed them apart, exposing her pussy to his gaze. Karina closed her eyes tight as his hands smoothed over her ass, pushing the skirt up higher. He then massaged her, warming her skin, preparing her for the spanking.

  A small crowd gathered around them. She even heard a few remarks about her scars, but Karina was used to them. Anytime someone played at a club, they got a crowd, especially if they were new. She and Brayden had decided that if anyone saw them and asked, her prior Master had been a sadist who had gotten too rough. Which wasn’t entirely a lie, considering her past.

  His touch soothed her, heated her flesh, made her want to squirm beneath his expert hands. This wasn’t supposed to be making her hot, but the feeling of helplessness, of being at Brayden’s complete mercy, made her heart race wildly, but this time not in fear. No. Definitely not in fear.

  This was wrong. She was a Domme. She was not supposed to like this.

  She heard him shift to the side and grab a paddle from the small table set up within the area with various toys displayed. Karina braced herself for the first swat.

  “When I curl my finger, that means come to me,” he snarled, then swatted her behind with the paddle.

  She flinched as the sting worked its way up her back. Moisture pooled between her legs and her first reaction was anger—at herself, and then Brayden. “You damn—”

  “When I call, that means come to me,” he snapped, and hit her again.

  Karina growled and glared at him over her shoulder. “Bray—”

  “You do not ignore me.”

  The paddle hit her ass again, this time making her gasp. Brayden knew just how hard to hit. Not too hard, but hard enough to make her flesh burn and definitely get his point across.