Desert Surrender

by Melinda Barron

  “How about seven?”

  She wheeled around. “Wait. You added two because I said two?”

  “You’re right; I should have added three since that’s the amount you wanted taken off. So we’ll do eight. Plus, you moved when you were told to stay in place. That means I’m taking it up to ten. That’s double the original amount.”

  This wasn’t exactly what she had in mind. She had turned, yes, but that didn’t mean she should get more swats for it, did it? “Maybe we could negotiate a little more?” Suddenly the collar around her neck felt heavier, tighter.

  “Maybe you should turn back around and stay in your original position.”

  The hood of the SUV felt warmer under her hands this time, which wasn’t a big surprise. It was well over a hundred degrees outside and just after seven p.m.

  “Explain your reasoning that you should get less than five swats.”

  “Well, it’s my first spanking, and I don’t think we should go overboard.”

  She waited for him to laugh, to snort out his derision, to do something. Instead there was a short pause before he said, “You think five is overboard?”

  “For a first spanking,” she repeated.

  “Five barely warms your bottom.” He was right behind her now, his breath hot against her neck and shoulders as he leaned over and ran his hand down her thigh. “Tell me some of the things you remember about your readings, about spankings.”

  He wanted to talk? What the hell was this, a lab class? She giggled at the thought. She supposed it was in essence. “They are never done without warming a sub up first.” How could she have been so stupid? He wasn’t just going to lay into her with the leather. He would give her a few swats, ease her into it, get her body ready for the real thing. Then he’d give her the promised five. Wait, now it was the promised ten.

  “Do you think I know those things?”

  “Yes.” She paused for a few seconds. “I’ll try and do better next time, Master.”

  He stroked her hair, and she leaned into his touch. “That’s my good missy. Ten it is, and I know it’s your first, so don’t worry. Don’t tense up, and don’t move away from the position you’re in. Understand?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “Good.” He took a few steps away from her, and she felt a chill despite the heat that surrounded them.

  In through your nose, out through your mouth. In through your nose, out through your mouth. She inhaled sharply when the leather met her bottom, the feel of it sharp but not overly painful. It came down a few more times, landing in different areas.

  This is not so bad. I can do this. I can do this. Truthfully, the pain issue had been the one thing in her readings that had caused her to reconsider the desire to submit. She wasn’t into pain, not really. This morning’s desire to be spanked had surprised her, but that had just been the heat of the moment, she was sure. Plus she hadn’t been standing naked in open country, with a collar locked around her neck and a leash hanging to the ground.

  Maddox tapped the leather against her bottom several more times, and she started to relax. This wasn’t so bad. She could…

  “Ouch!” Three hard swats made her flinch. The sound of the leather hitting her bottom crackled through the open air. She stood, moving away from position.

  “Missy, get back.”

  “No.” She rubbed her bottom where the sting from the swat still lingered.

  “Get back into place.” His voice was calm and even, despite the fact she was breaking the rules. That didn’t surprise her very much, not really. He had a good hold on his emotions.

  Yes he does. And if you don’t get back into place, he’s going to do one of two things. He’s going to increase the number of swats, or he’s going to take the collar off and end the whole thing. And you don’t want either of those to happen, do you?

  She licked her lips, then stepped back up to the SUV. “I’m so… I’ll do better this time, Master. I just…it was…”

  “It’s all right. I’ll allow that little slipup, since you’re so new at this. Let’s see if we can make it through the next seven, though, shall we?”

  “Yes, Sir.” She could do this. She’d never backed away from anything in her life, not once, and she didn’t intend to start now. She lowered her head as the leather came down two more times. It didn’t seem as bad this time as it had the first three swats. The stings took hold and moved through her body, not quite igniting nerve endings, but making them tingle in a way that wasn’t totally unpleasant.

  Two more landed, and Clarissa could imagine her backside quivering as the leather hit. Would her ass be red now, with stripe marks? She didn’t think so, since the swats had not been that hard. When the last three were delivered, though, she wished for something to grasp hold of rather than the slick hood of the SUV.

  The last three were definitely harder than the rest, and she knew she’d tensed more than she should, increasing the amount of pain she’d felt.

  Maddox stood right behind her now. She could feel his presence, the heat from his body. He obviously had the belt stretched out between two hands, because he was rubbing it over her backside, back and forth until the friction produced a pleasant sensation that made her pussy clench.

  “You did very well, missy, after your initial problems.”

  “Thank you, Master.” How easily she had slipped into calling him Master, into letting him have control over her to the point of stripping on command and bending over for a spanking. “Will there be many spankings?”

  “That depends. To tell you the truth, I’m not big on spankings as punishment. I prefer more creative ways to extract discipline. I have been known to spank, especially when a spade card is drawn.”

  He pressed his cock against her ass, and she groaned. “You’ve made me all hard, standing there like a good sub, obeying me. And fucking your ass with its fresh stripe marks will be luscious, for both of us.”

  Clarissa ran her fingers down the hood of the car, grinding herself back into Maddox’s crotch.

  “Yes, you’d like that, wouldn’t you? Bending over for me, groaning while I bury my cock deep in your backside, riding you.”

  “I’ll take anything you want to give me, Master.”

  “Somehow I knew that’s exactly what you would say.” He tipped her head back, kissed her gently, then turned toward the car, taking her leash and then pulling her behind him. He opened the car door and swept his hand out in front of him. “In you go.”

  She settled herself in the seat, tensing a little when he used the chain to bind her wrists together. Her ass didn’t hurt at all from the spanking, which really didn’t surprise her, she supposed. It just proved the spanking hadn’t been as hard as she was expecting. He shut the door, then gathered her clothing and threw it in the backseat when he climbed behind the wheel.

  He drove slowly, and Clarissa glanced out the window. “You own all this land?”

  “Yes, ma’am, I do. About seven hundred acres.”

  “What do you do out here?”

  “Retreat from reality. I have set up something that you’re going to love to see, tomorrow, and I have a fully stocked dungeon that we’ll make good use of.”

  “Oh.” A tinge of jealousy reared its ugly head at the thought of him bringing other women out here. She wasn’t sure why. It’s not as if she hadn’t had her share of lovers before meeting him.

  Somehow the idea of him whipping women, binding them with the ropes that he would use on her, made the green monster take hold of part of her brain. That was bad, very bad. It was a sign what she was feeling was real, and it scared her more than a little.

  “What are you thinking about so seriously over there? Does you ass hurt that bad?”

  “No. Just admiring the scenery.”

  “Yeah, right.” He wound around a corner, and a house came into view, a single-story, ranch-style house with a wraparound porch.

  “You don’t believe me?”

  “No, I don’t.” He pulled up i
n front of the house and parked. “Do you want to know why?”

  “Yes.”

  “Because you didn’t have a pithy comeback about your ass hurting. You always have something smart to say. The fact you didn’t showed your mind was focused on something else, something fairly serious you didn’t want to tell me about.”

  “Well, thank you, Dr. Freud. Just add that assessment to my ever-increasing bill. Do you accept insurance?”

  “See?” He turned to her. “Tell me what’s wrong. Communication is important, you know. If you hold things back from me, it will just cause tension.”

  She thought long and hard about telling him there was nothing wrong. That would do no good, she knew. When she said the words, they came out quickly, as if she was afraid to say them.

  His eyebrows drew together in a frown. “Jealous?” He didn’t sound angry, just confused.

  “Yeah, and it’s a feeling I’m not familiar with, so it’s freaking me out.” She glanced out the window at the house. “I shouldn’t have told you.”

  “I’m glad you did. Never hold anything back from me, and I promise to do the same with you.”

  She turned her gaze back to him. “Thank you.”

  “You’re welcome. You know, jealousy is a normal emotion. I have to admit to being a little jealous about you and that woman you were with.”

  “That’s because you didn’t get to watch.”

  “True, I would have liked to have watched, and I might still get that chance with another woman if I so desire. There’s still a little jealousy about your previous lovers. It’s a natural thing.”

  Clarissa stayed silent, then laughed. “You’re right. I have no reason to be jealous. I’m no nun.”

  “Too bad. I’ve got a habit inside.”

  This time it was her eyebrows that drew together. “Excuse me?”

  “Yeah, we could play stern priest and naughty nun who gets caught doing things she’s not supposed to, like stealing food from the kitchen or having nasty thoughts about the priest’s prick. She gets a good, hard spanking for being a bad, bad girl.”

  “You are terrible.” Her nipples tightened at the role-playing idea. “I thought you weren’t that into spanking?”

  “That’s spanking for pleasure. I’m into that. That’s why I have a few beautiful floggers that will tease and tempt both of us.”

  “Somehow I don’t think the priest would use a flogger.”

  “A fake one would. Don’t like that idea? What about stable hand and ranch widow? She hasn’t had sex in ages, and he has just the right equipment to fulfill her needs and desires, along with a nice set of reins that he makes her wear while he’s fucking her. Giddyap.”

  Clarissa couldn’t contain her laughter. “I suppose that outfit comes complete with a riding crop.”

  “You can pick which one you want me to use.” He cupped her breast, teasing her nipple. “In fact, I’m thinking that might be the perfect way to start our time here.”

  “What about fucking my ass?”

  “Who says I’m not going to?”

  “I just assumed that—”

  “Never assume anything, missy, especially not out here. There’s no one around for miles, and you’ll spend all your time naked, remember? Leaving you wide open for whatever I want to do to you.”

  Desert Surrender

  Chapter Eleven

  He had her sit in the car while he checked things out. A pass through the house showed nothing was amiss. There were no snakes or spiders or other creepy, crawling things that had taken up residence.

  He turned on the tap, and the water ran clear and cold, which meant no problems with the pipes.

  The house was fairly large with a master bedroom and guest bedroom. The other two rooms were set up for play, one a dungeon they would use for what he had planned for tomorrow, and the other they could use for the game they would play right now. Both games would mess with her mind as well as her body, and he couldn’t foresee anything but perfect results.

  Clarissa and he were suited to a T, and he knew she felt it too. That’s why she felt jealous at the thought of him bringing another woman out here. He’d bet more than half the money he had, a considerable fortune, that she’d never felt a tinge of jealousy with any of her former lovers, male or female.

  That thought made him smile, because he knew giving up Clarissa Alexander would be a hard thing, and the best way around doing something you didn’t want to do was not to do it at all. That meant keeping her around. For good. She was the perfect playmate, and she would be the perfect sub, trained to his collar and leash, bringing them both hours of pleasure.

  His cock throbbed at the idea, and he patted the front of his pants. “Give me a little bit to get everything done. Then I’ll go get her and we can have some fun.”

  He found her in the car, sitting exactly as he’d ordered her to. He opened the door and tweaked a nipple. “You stay here and look pretty for me. I’m going to unload the car. I’ll come back for you when I’m ready.”

  “You don’t want me to help?”

  Her eyes widened when he frowned, and he loved the fact she could read him so well and react just like he expected, with a perfect show of her personality. “Fine, I’ll just sit here and do nothing. Hope I don’t get bored.”

  “Think about my cock and how you’re going to serve me. That’ll keep you nice and wet and give you plenty of things to occupy your mind.”

  “I’d rather suck your cock than think about it.” He leaned into the car and ran his finger down the chain that led from her collar to her wrists.

  “I love to see you bound like this, sitting here, waiting for my instructions. Perhaps I need a different view. Something that will keep us both entertained.”

  “What have you got in mind?” She ran her tongue over her lower lip, then flicked it back and forth over the top one. He knew exactly what that tongue could do, the pleasure it could bring. That would have to wait. He wanted her ass first.

  He smiled as his cock tightened at the thought of her tight anus stretching for him, taking him deep inside her. He grasped the chain and pulled gently. “Come along, missy.”

  Once in the living room, he pointed to a spot. “Wait right here.”

  “Yes, Master.” She cocked her head and batted her eyes flirtatiously. The throb in his prick turned into a full-fledged pounding.

  “Nice try, but not yet.” He knew exactly the piece of equipment he wanted from the dungeon, finding it easily. He’d had it made especially for him, two sawhorses nailed together to be used as a support to keep her bent over, ready to be fucked at a moment’s notice.

  The craftsman who had made it installed levers where it could be adjusted to fit women of varying heights, but Maddox had never used it on any of his subs, not until now. This was a perfect implement of sweet torture for his missy. Being bound in place for a length of time would drive her crazy. Her legs would be wide apart, baring both entrances to his view. Her beautiful breasts would hang down. Thinking of that made him think of her rings.

  He went to the sideboard, selected a few items, and put them in his pockets. Clarissa was all about instant gratification, and this session wouldn’t be instant; it would make her very hot, though. And he would love watching her squirm.

  * * * * *

  Not moving was one of the hardest things Clarissa had ever done. She wanted to explore Maddox’s little hideaway, see what was where, especially in the dungeon that he’d mentioned. What did one put in a dungeon? She knew the items that she’d seen in the books, crosses for binding and various whips and chains and other things that were used for who knew what.

  Still, waiting here naked and chained was sort of fun. Maybe when he came back she could tease him into giving her an orgasm. Lord knew she wanted one, needed one. The spanking had made her hot, even if it had been a little painful. What did that say about her, she wondered?

  A movement from the hall caught her attention. Maddox came out, carrying sawhorses in his a
rms. “You going to remake me? Hope you don’t need some sort of building permit for that activity.”

  “I’ve got the only permit I need,” he replied. “It’s called a collar, and you’re wearing it.”

  His words produced immense pleasure, her body tightening as he sat up the apparatus he carried, two sawhorses that were linked with boards between the legs. The top part was covered in carpet, and she had a feeling she would be grateful for that before long.

  She examined it closely, noticed the leather manacles at both ends. “Oh my,” she whispered to herself as he fiddled with them, adjusted the slats between the boards.

  “Come over here.” He stood as she walked to him. He tweaked her nipples, pinching them until she groaned before letting his fingers slide to the rings where he pulled them out, moved them around. “You like that?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “Good.” His hand disappeared into his pocket, and he withdrew several small objects, which he held out. She frowned as she looked at them. “Weights. Not too much, just enough to keep tension on your clit and nipples while I’m getting us settled.”

  He attached one to each nipple ring, then knelt and clipped the final one on her clit ring. She knew what was coming, and a sort of panic flittered through her. She would be bound to the sawhorses, the weights hanging down, pulling on her sensitive spots. It wouldn’t take long in this position for the need to fuck to get out of control. Even if she begged, she was sure he wouldn’t provide her with release.

  Maddox would make her wait. He seemed to have an endless supply of discipline that left him able to delay fucking her while she wanted nothing more than to do it now, so they could do it again later.

  “I think you know what to do, missy.”

  “Yes.” She stepped up to the sawhorses and placed her legs so they were even with the boards. He fastened the manacles around her quickly, running his hand up to her thigh each time, making her shiver.