by BJ Wane
“Better?” he asked, taking a seat and tugging her onto his lap.
“Yes, thank you. I’m still…” Pausing, she considered how to phrase her explanation then said, “Wrapping my head around a few things.”
“Understood, so use the safeword if you become too uncomfortable, but try to push yourself. It’s the only way to find out what works for you. Now, put your hands behind your back, lace your fingers together and keep them there.”
He slid his arm down to her hips to leave room for her clasped hands. This left her leaning against the high arm of the sofa with her legs draped sideways over his thighs. Tightening the hand cupping her hip, he distracted her from the awkwardness of the position by popping open the top button of her blouse.
“You have an attractive, tight little body I wish to see more of,” Master Kurt stated, his black eyes boring into her as he flicked open several more buttons.
A small shudder went through her and Kelsey gripped her hands tighter behind her back as he spread her top open, baring both breasts to his eyes and the cooler air. She liked having his eyes on her, and the simmering arousal as he circled one turgid tip with his finger, his gaze shifting from her flushed face to her breasts and then back up. One thing dominant men seemed to have in common was a focused, intent way of watching their partner, a trait that made her wonder what her expression might be revealing. Right now, she hoped he couldn’t read her thoughts, which kept straying to two other men, or see how much she wished it was either Greg or even Devin holding her, touching her.
“Very pretty.” He plumped her small mound and then plucked at her nipple, tightening his fingers by slow degrees. “Tell me, do you like a touch of pain as well as bondage?”
“What makes you think I like bondage?” she asked, avoiding the question as his grip drew tiny pinpricks around her nipple.
“You’re leaving your hands behind you, not even thinking about releasing them. Answer my question. Are you accepting of light pain?” He emphasized that order with a tighter pinch to her tender bud, the discomfort prompting her to press her thighs closer together to stop the answering quiver of her pussy muscles.
Her response reminded Kelsey of the arousing flush she’d experienced from Greg’s light smacks on her butt. The squeezes Master Kurt kept up on her nipple elicited close to the same heated reaction but something was missing this time, something she couldn’t, or didn’t want to put a finger on. It was upsetting on several levels to discover her initial enthusiasm for accepting his offer was ebbing instead of escalating.
“I don’t know, Sir,” she replied, tacking on the title when he tightened the hand on her hip in warning.
“You’re about to find out,” a deep, gravelly voice growled from the alcove’s opening.
Kelsey jerked, her startled gaze flying towards Devin’s dark, disapproving face as he stood there glowering with booted feet apart and muscled arms crossed. “Uh, oh,” she muttered, thinking maybe it had been ill-advised to break his and Greg’s number one rule in agreeing to let her come tonight.
Master Kurt squeezed her breast and hip tighter and looked at Devin. “Problem?” he drawled with a lift of one brow.
“Tell Master Kurt, Kelsey,” Devin commanded.
Kelsey’s annoyance with him and their rules rose to the surface, propelling her off Kurt’s lap as she yanked her blouse closed. “That was an unfair rule, and you know it, Devin.” The stormy look swirling in his dark blue eyes proved she was playing with fire, but some untapped perverse part of her flat-out didn’t care.
Kurt came to his feet, his glower matching Devin’s and causing her to take a hasty step back. “I’ll leave it to you to take her to task for whatever infraction she has incurred, Master Devin. I apologize if I crossed a line here.”
“You didn’t, Kurt, but Kelsey was allowed to attend tonight as our guest to socialize, and that’s all, a small fact I’m sure she neglected to mention.”
He sent her a cold glare and then nodded at Devin, walking out without another look at her, leaving her with a man who didn’t want her to come tonight in the first place, let alone be a guest at his ranch for a few weeks. Why couldn’t it have been Greg who had discovered her with Master Kurt?
Chapter 7
Devin kept Kelsey pinned in place with his glare as he struggled to get himself under control. He didn’t know what pissed him off most, her blatant, unrepentant disregard for his and Greg’s orders or the obvious reluctance on her face as she sat on Kurt’s lap and let him touch her. He’d caught a glimpse of something in her eyes he’d only seen on the faces of newbies, a hint of unease from girls who were exploring the lifestyle for the first time and were unsure about what they were doing and feeling.
Which meant she had lied about her experience. Damn it, I knew she was trouble. The problem was, that small package of trouble had caused a clutch in his abdomen the moment he’d seen someone else’s hands on her, something he’d never felt with another woman. He swore Greg would pay for this, one way or another. In the meantime, as opposed as he was to getting involved with her in any way, he’d never shirked his duties as a Dom and wouldn’t start now. Taking slow steps toward her, his lips curled in a taunting grin as the defiance sparking in those bright blue eyes switched to wariness.
“I believe Master Greg mentioned consequences for bad behavior,” he reminded her as he reached for the hand not clutching her blouse. The look he’d gotten of her small, soft breasts tipped with pale pink nipples had been enough to stir his cock into an uncomfortable, semi-erection pressing against his zipper, enough to irritate him with how badly he wanted to shove Kurt’s hand aside and replace it with his own – something else she needed to answer for.
“I thought you didn’t want anything to do with me,” she stated, the slight tremor in her voice telling him she wasn’t as sure of herself as she was trying to portray.
“I don’t, but all Masters here at The Barn have a duty to enforce the rules, and that includes the orders we gave you earlier.” Keeping a firm grip on her hand, he took a seat on the sofa and tugged her to stand between his spread thighs. “Did it not once occur to you there might be reasons, damn good ones, for Master Greg and me telling you not to get involved with anyone tonight?” He continued to emphasize their titles so she knew she wasn’t dealing with her hosts here at the club.
Whatever intimidation he’d inspired in her a moment ago disappeared as she narrowed her eyes and tightened her hand on her blouse. “Did it not occur to either of you I’m a grown woman who is capable of making my own decisions?”
“I don’t appreciate your smart-aleck reply any more than my suspicions you lied about your experience in submitting and with the BDSM lifestyle. Even someone who has spent minimal time at a club and is still learning the rules, knows not to talk back, and definitely wouldn’t dare disobey a direct order, as you have. You’ve been here an hour and have one – lied, and two – disobeyed our instructions.” Kelsey’s face flushed as he ticked off her transgressions, but she didn’t try to pull away from him. If he wasn’t mistaken, the gleam in her eyes and the press of her turgid nipples against her top suggested she wasn’t afraid of what he would do. A part of Devin admired her gumption and another part craved to see just how far her bravado would extend.
“Did you even bother to negotiate a safeword with Master Kurt?”
The look of guilt crossing her face stirred his anger anew, especially when she tried hiding it with an evasive answer. “I agreed to the standard word.”
“And that would be?” When she bit her lip and shuffled her bare feet, the force of his ire made him take a deep breath before giving her the answer. “Red, damn it. Yet another infraction you’re going to answer for.”
With a hard yank and no warning, Devin pulled her over his left thigh, lifting his right leg to pin her flailing legs down. Kelsey’s surprise cost her the hold on her blouse, the sides flying open again as she went down. Shackling her wrists together in his left hand, he held her arms pinn
ed against her lower back as he flipped her skirt up and smacked her panty-covered, wriggling ass.
He didn’t tell her green meant continue and yellow pause as he didn’t consider those choices an option with this woman. It would either be continue as he saw fit or stop altogether. “Let’s discuss why you were given orders to keep to socializing tonight.” He cracked his palm against her soft buttocks again, enjoying their jiggle. And her gasp. “Since we know little to nothing about you or your experience, it would have been irresponsible to turn you loose and allow you to fend for yourself.” Smack! “What if you had lied to one of the stricter Doms and he pushed you too far? Would you have been able to stop him before he traumatized you? I think not.” Smack!
“I’m sorry,” she choked, shifting her hips as he swatted her two more times before resting his hand on her warm butt. The thin panties offered little protection in hiding her quivering heat.
“That’s a start, but not good enough, baby.” With a quick shove, he lowered her panties to mid-thigh, his mouth watering at the sight of her small, pink-tinged, round buttocks, his hand itching to feel her bare flesh heating up even more. “You lied, and then set out to deliberately go against our wishes after we were nice enough to give in to your insistence to come out with us tonight.” Lifting his arm he delivered a volley of bare-assed spanks, each one a little harder. After five, he paused and caressed her burning backside, the sheen coating her pussy slit drawing his eyes and his frustration. Fuck, how could he continue to resist her if she was going to get aroused from the hot pain he was heaping upon her?
And then she whipped her tear-streaked, red face around and gazed at him with remorse shining in her damp eyes. “I… I never thought about that.” She hiccupped and his hardened resolve to remain aloof crumbled a little more. “You’re right.” With a nod, she turned her head back down and lifted her hips. “You shouldn’t stop yet, Sir. Please.”
Well, son-of-a-bitch. Now what?
Kelsey’s backside throbbed and ached, the discomfort contrasting with the damp heat building deep inside her pussy or adding to it. She wasn’t sure which. The urge to cringe and shift away in mortification battled with the need to arch for more. She found Master Devin’s powerful hold on her wrists and legs a comforting embrace against the storm of sensations flooding her system. A sob burst from her throat as he struck in the center of both burning cheeks, and yet she never thought to call a stop to the blistering torment by saying red. His litany of berating words brought tears to her eyes and she knew she deserved the stinging pain. What she couldn’t wrap her mind around was the slow build-up of arousal spreading inside her swelling core. That was just wrong on so many levels she couldn’t count. Wasn’t it?
“When I think about the trouble you could have caused, the precarious position you could have put both yourself and a Dom in with your hedging lies, I want to shake you.” She caught her breath as he raised the leg under her hips, tilting her forward, and landed several swats on the sensitive areas below her buttocks. “Safewords are just that, words to ensure your safety, and not meant to be taken lightly, or,” he smacked her thigh, “lied about knowing.”
Okay, I get it, I screwed up. Kelsey didn’t mind admitting when she was wrong, but that one word kept repeating itself over and over in head, stopping her from showing too much remorse. More, more, more. Considering how much she hurt, she wondered if she’d lost her sanity as well as all control over her body.
“I said I was sorry,” Kelsey reminded him as he tempered the last few slaps. She shuddered on a low groan when he switched to light, titillating caresses over her pulsating flesh, the soothing strokes helping her to relax as she absorbed the myriad of sensations encompassing her entire lower body.
Master Devin squeezed one throbbing cheek, his thumb sneaking between her buttocks to coast back and forth over her anus. She stiffened, the surprising pleasurable tingles of that taboo touch catching her off guard. “It was your bad luck I’m the one who came downstairs first and discovered what you were up to. Master Greg probably would have gone easier on you.”
“I wouldn’t bet on it.”
Kelsey jerked at hearing Greg’s disgruntled voice behind her. Picturing his view of her exposed, red butt and the placement of his friend’s thumb brought on a wave of excitement that left her shaken in a whole new way as she thrilled to being the object of both men’s attention. Granted, it was angry notice they were giving her, but she would take what she could get if these rioting sensations were her reward.
Devin released her and helped her sit up on his lap. Her blouse gaped open and both men’s eyes moved to her bare, hard-tipped breasts. Kelsey relished their heated gazes so much she made no move to cover herself but couldn’t help wincing as she adjusted her position and her tender skin scraped over rough denim.
“How long have you been standing there?” Devin’s thighs tightened under Kelsey and Greg’s jaw went taut, reminding her to tack on, “Sir.”
“Long enough.” Greg’s green gaze slid to Devin. “What did she do?”
Devin grunted. “What didn’t she do? I told you this was a mistake.”
Why was it these two could stir up her horny juices with just a look and then irritate the hell out of her with a few words? Whatever the reason they both pulled such strong yet opposite reactions from her, she’d had enough of this talking over her head. Squirming off Devin’s lap, she pulled up her panties and worked on buttoning her blouse as she snapped, “I’m right here, in case you failed to notice.”
“Oh, I noticed, little bit,” Greg drawled with a return of warmth to his eyes. “Now, go find a seat and wait for me. Without arguing.” He jerked his head, indicating the main room outside the secluded nook.
“Fine.” She huffed in exasperation. “But if you keep insisting on stifling me with your friggin’ rules, I’m going home, regardless of what Jordan and Theresa want.” With a glare toward them both, she stomped out as best she could in bare feet and with her body trembling on the brink of a much-needed orgasm. She could feel their eyes following her as she found an empty table and sat down, the return of pressure on her sore butt doing nothing to cool her overheated senses.
After a few minutes of twiddling her thumbs, Kelsey stood and padded over to the bar, noticing there was another man tending it, one who looked as dark and forbidding as Devin. Sliding onto a stool next to a brunette wearing large, black-framed glasses and a silky sheath, she noted the possessive gleam in the gray/green eyes beneath the new bartender’s Stetson. One thing positive she had to say about the men in this state, they were all drool-worthy.
Nudging his hat back with a thumb, he talked around the toothpick in his mouth. “You must be Kelsey, Devin and Greg’s guest. I’m Master Grayson and this is my wife, Avery. Do you have your drink card?”
“Yes, right here. I’d like a rum and coke, please.” She fished it out of her skirt pocket and handed it over, turning a smile on Avery as she took her hand.
“Hi, Kelsey. Are you having a good time?”
Her grin turned rueful. “Honestly? I’m not sure.” Shifting on the seat reignited the soreness covering both cheeks and the tingles around her rear orifice, sending a shiver down her back. “I’m reserving judgment since it’s all so new.”
Avery’s face showed empathy as she leaned closer and asked, “Did you get in trouble already?”
Already? I’ve been in trouble since I met those two. Kelsey didn’t want to admit that but figured the other trouble she had landed herself into tonight, as well as the consequences wouldn’t surprise Avery, or anyone else here. “Yes, much to my discomfort.” Not to mention the arousal still humming through her veins. “It seems I didn’t take a few rules serious enough.”
Grayson set her drink in front of her with an inquisitive look. “I thought Greg and Devin said you attended a club before.”
“She wasn’t truthful about that important tidbit,” Greg stated from behind her as he dropped a hard hand on her shoulder and kept her in pla
ce with his grip.
Master Grayson’s face darkened and Avery winced, flicking her another look of pity. “Uh, that probably wasn’t a good idea.”
“Yeah, I found that out.” Kelsey twisted, craning her head up to give Greg a cheeky grin. “I’m still debating whether it was worth it or not.”
Greg couldn’t stop his lips from twitching but managed to remain stern as he replied, “For God’s sake, don’t let Master Devin hear you say that. I’m still trying to smooth his ruffled feathers.” And keep him from saying I told you so. He didn’t need his partner telling him that agreeing to Jordan’s request had been a mistake. He was having enough trouble keeping his hands off Kelsey after seeing her heart shaped ass cherry red and the swollen, slick proof of how her first hard spanking affected her. There was no doubt he wanted her sandwiched between him and Devin, and from the look on his friend’s face when he’d held her quivering on his lap, he was no longer immune to the idea. Greg knew he was in for a lecture when they returned home.
“When I leave he’ll be back to his happy self,” she said, reminding him of her earlier threat.
Grayson gazed at Greg over Kelsey’s bright blonde head, one black brow lifted as he waited for his answer to that remark. With his engorged cock pressing against his zipper, his reaction upon hearing her first threaten to return home had been relief followed by an alarming sense of panic. Now, his only response was determination not to end up responsible for another attack on her, or worse. Regardless of her irritation with him and Devin, and of his escalating lust, he refused to let her go until the McAllisters gave them the all clear.
