by Kate Allure
Had she been wearing that under her robes all morning?
He broke out in a sweat.
Then he remembered what she’d said. “…punish you more…” He shuddered at the images that sentence inspired.
The sound of a drawer opening caught his attention. She removed something and returned to him. He desperately wanted to look up at her, see again her mind-blowing attire, but he forced himself to submit to her commands. His gaze on the floor, he watched her six-inch patent-leather heels strut by him.
She bent down behind him and murmured, her voice like velvety sex, “You look good enough to eat.”
Once again his cock juddered, and he groaned.
“I want you,” he begged.
“You don’t get to talk unless I give you permission.” Her voice was as strong and confident as any Domme he’d ever heard. “Now, bend forward and put your hands on the floor, and raise that gorgeous bum of yours high into the air.”
He waited on all fours for whatever this exciting new woman would say or do next.
Whack!
It took him a full two seconds to comprehend what she had done.
No fuckin’ way. She’d spanked him!
He turned his head. He had to see. In her hand she held a big black leather paddle. She looked exquisite, standing there with her legs slightly spread and a hand on her bare hip. Waggling the paddle at him, she smiled roguishly before reaching back.
Whack!
“Keep your eyes down, slave. I can keep this punishment going all day until you show proper obedience.” She paused and for a moment said nothing, as if she were having second thoughts. “You have permission to speak. Tell me what you are thinking.”
Mind racing, he tried to figure out what she would want to hear. In a husky whisper, he said, “Mistress, I willingly submit to anything that pleases you.”
“It’s a good thing the walls of this old stone building are thick.” She’d managed, somehow, to sound mischievous and threatening at the same time. “I tested them out this morning with some extremely loud music.” Her tone changed to something more like the purr of a dangerous lioness. “Shall we begin again?”
But it wasn’t really a question, and she didn’t want an answer.
Down on his hands and knees, he worried, his gut tight. Was this all about humiliating him? Or did she want him as much as he lusted after her?
He sneaked a glance over his shoulder, but her bland expression gave nothing away. He prayed this was both her payback and their makeup wrapped up in one unbelievably raunchy game.
After a moment, she whined in feigned regret. “Oops, I forgot where I was. I’ll have to start all over. Please count the chastisements for me.”
He wanted to end this and claim her. Now.
But he’d agreed to her rules, and he never backed down from a challenge. He snorted quietly. Who was he kidding? The rampant desire she inspired made him her willing supplicant…for as long as she wanted to play the game.
He’d stay in position and let her have her way until she told him otherwise. He smiled inwardly but kept the revealing grin from his face.
How could he have guessed that giving up control would be so damn blasted hot?
“Here we go,” she sang, sounding too happy by far.
Whack!
He grunted, but silence followed. It was one thing to let her spank him, but counting them? That was a female submissive thing, and he wasn’t going to do it.
Whack!
Silence.
The blow was harder this time, and he had to clench his jaw not to grunt from the pain.
“Slave, we stay on number one until you start counting.”
“One,” he ground out.
“Much better,” she singsonged.
Unexpectedly, her hand cradled his ass, gently caressing his hot bum. “Mmm. Such nice, rosy, warm skin on such a nice firm arse.”
In a state of bemused shock, he couldn’t quite believe he was truly allowing her to spank him while he humbly knelt on a stone floor, naked, on all fours in a high court judge’s chambers in the Royal Courts of Justice.
He almost never gave up control in any aspect of his life. It went against every fiber of his being. Most especially, he always took charge in the bedroom, the complete master of the woman’s pleasure.
Until now.
Whack!
“Two,” he muttered, quicker on the uptake this time.
It took all of his willpower to hold himself still, clenching his muscles to keep from leaping up to grab her and pull her tightly to him and, at long last, fuck her senseless. He wanted to devour her with an all-consuming kiss. Reduce her to a babbling bundle of nerves—once again his sexual conquest and at his mercy.
But he instinctively understood she needed this so she could trust him again. Needed to wield her punishment before they could start having some real fun. He must get through it so she could be his again.
He gritted his teeth.
Whack!
Shite! She wasn’t playing but was striking with all her strength. It bloody hurt!
“Three,” he yelled before she hit him again and it didn’t count.
Trying to distract himself from the blistering heat, he envisioned the revenge he would demand from her.
Forget the club’s damn private dungeon. I’m going to tie you up in the public playroom, strip you naked for all to see, and spank the blue blazes out of your pretty little bottom.
Whack!
“Four,” he ground out.
But he desired immediate relief, immediate payback. He imagined forcefully yanking her down to him right now so he could ride her roughly on the hard stone tiles. Grinning, he pictured the distinguished and respectable Judge Whittingstall providing a different sort of public service—flat on her back, screwing away bare-ass naked in her own chambers. Almost in a trance, he felt himself thrusting his cock into her, her warm, wet sex sucking him deeper, and he moaned aloud.
Whack!
“Five,” he grunted.
His fantasy evolved in equal measure to his increasing discomfort.
Now, he wanted to leap to his feet, catch her by surprise, and grab the damn paddle. He would bend her over her antique wooden desk and spank her sexy arse to a fiery scarlet, enjoying her cries of pained arousal. But unlike her, not too many, nor too hard. He would demonstrate leniency.
Then he’d take his time caressing her two round cheeks, warm and red, before he plunged into her from behind, thrusting and thrusting until he rode them both to a frenzied orgasm.
Whack!
“Six,” he managed.
On and on it went, and he dutifully counted.
But now he had another problem. His lust was out of control. He was out of control. His burning arse had caused more blood to flow to his ever-swelling shaft. It throbbed, juddering and twitching, just shy of climaxing. It needed to be touched. If only she would put her hands on his cock, he would come instantly. He grunted, barely stopping himself from begging her to touch him.
“You are being a very good boy,” she said, sounding cheerful and carefree. Her pleasure was the only thing that kept him on his knees. He’d gratefully endure more pain, more humiliation, to see her this happy.
As if she were deliberating, she added, “Perhaps this is enough. Perhaps you’ve learned your lesson.”
Eyes shut tight, he moaned loudly, his head swaying back and forth. Silently he urged her to be done, his mind consumed by memories of her tight, wet snatch caressing his aching knob. Soon!
His tormentor, seducer, or lover—he wasn’t sure which anymore—walked slowly around him, seemingly deep in contemplation. He waited, holding his breath, almost trembling with anticipation. She bent down, and her breath soothingly fanned his burning bum. Under her gentle ministrations, he exhaled and relaxed into a floating haze of warm desire.
Suddenly, intense pleasure shuddered through his body, shaking him violently. Her warm, wet tongue licked leisurely across his burning ass.
Panting and sweating, he willed her to go farther, the need to sink his throbbing cock into her warm, moist mouth filling his brain so he could think of nothing else.
Soon!
Whack!
Bloody hell! She’d surprised him, again.
The moment you stop, I’m going to fuck you senseless!
She wouldn’t know what hit her until she lay panting in a stupor of satisfied euphoria.
“Well?”
“Thirty,” he said with a groan.
With a throaty whisper, she ordered, “You may return to the presentation posture now.”
Finally, it was done. He eagerly anticipated the fucking that would come next, certain she was as turned on as he. He doubted he could keep up the submissive act for much longer—but he would try. He wanted to please her.
Breathing hard and sweating, he crawled back into position, hands clasped behind him, back straight, and head tilted submissively downward.
And waited.
She squatted down directly behind him, and he panted in excitement.
She kissed his neck and let her tongue slide down his right shoulder.
Ahh. So good.
Languidly, leisurely, she repeated the wonderful wet caress on the other side, but his control had reached a breaking point. If she kept him waiting much longer, he would take back the role of master. He’d give her one more minute.
Her small, warm hands brushed down his arms, and in one swift motion, he felt the snap of metal handcuffs locking around his wrists.
What the…?
Jerking apprehensively, he twisted his head around to see what she’d done. He caught a glimpse of his wrists, now locked together in standard-issue police handcuffs.
“Shite! I can’t believe you actually handcuffed me!”
She grinned down at him while she lightly swatted the leather paddle into the palm of her hand.
Stunned, the stark situation hit him. His arse burned. His penis throbbed. And his tongue hungered to lick her mons, now inches from his face. But he was handcuffed and helpless.
He looked up at her. His eyes pleaded with her.
“I want you so much,” she said. “I’m willing to give us a try. What do you say?”
Trying to sound subservient because, clearly, she was still playing the game, he murmured, “Yes, Mistress.”
“Good. Now you may lick me until I come.”
A huge grin spread across his face. Who was this exciting woman?
She’d been hidden all this time under a black cloak of respectability. Pride filled him that he’d been the one to unleash this utterly alluring siren. It made him want to learn everything about her, both the salacious and the sweet.
“Yes, Mistress. It would be my pleasure.” He would enjoy licking her until she exploded, and then he would plunge his engorged shaft in her come-slickened hole.
He leaned forward and licked her very wet, very aroused quim.
Chapter Thirty-Five
Tori gloried in how well her plan was going. She’d won her payback and then some. And she’d had fun playing the Dominatrix. Who knew it could be so gratifying?
She had discovered she liked it both ways, and today she’d dished out much-needed revenge for the games Ian had played on her. He had liked it, too, if his moans were any indication.
She reached over to drag a stool near him. Thinking ahead to how much fun they were going to have, she placed one booted foot upon it to give him better access to her sex.
Then she ceased being able to think at all as his tongue laved her sex, lovingly caressing her flesh before unerringly finding her clit. He flicked it sharply.
She about collapsed onto the floor. Grabbing his shoulders, she needed his strength to remain upright. He licked her voraciously, and she pushed her mons at him. She wanted to rub it in his face. Throwing her head back, she shut her eyes and writhed, her body shuddering, as he tormented her, his tongue teasing her clit then drifting away. Taking her closer to bliss, then easing back. Again and again, he played this new game.
Moaning, she sought the budding climax even as she luxuriated in the intense pleasure, wanting it to go on forever. Colors and twinkling stars floated within and about her, a breathtaking aurora borealis of sexual sensation, and she gave herself over to every last bright swirl of tingling delight. Dropping her head back, she sucked in air, drawing ever closer to the explosion. Then, on a keening cry, she blew apart in a shower of brilliant, sparkling pleasure.
She floated on air, basking in the afterglow, until slowly, she came down to earth. She lowered her foot and leaned down to tenderly kiss his forehead.
Chapter Thirty-Six
Ian watched her bend down to him.
“Thank you,” she breathed into his ear.
“You’re so fucking hot.” He moaned and tried to catch her mouth in a kiss. With his hands cuffed behind him, he couldn’t stop her from standing upright.
She smiled down at him as she reached in a drawer and pulled out a towel. After patting her sweaty body, she picked up her judge’s robe.
“But…” he started to say. “I want…”
His lust had grown nearly painful, his need to slide into her warmth consuming him. He would thrust inside her over and over until he brought them both to a roaring climax.
“You do not have permission to speak,” she said, a happy smile on her face.
He watched, flabbergasted, as she proceeded to dress and put away her paddle. Her breathing normal, she appeared ready and willing to head back to court.
She walked up to him and looked down at his raging boner. And grinned.
He narrowed his eyes on her, slithering tentacles of frustration pervading his lust. If she would just release his hands, he’d have her under him in fucking seconds.
His frustration intensified. Had this been simply about revenge, after all? Would she end their odd connection now, before it had even started?
“You look good enough to eat,” she repeated her earlier compliment. “But, sadly, I have court in five minutes.”
He looked up at her, his face still covered with her juices, not quite believing she really planned to leave him unsatisfied. Did she want him to plead?
He would!
“Please, Mistress. I want you. Need you. Please let me make love to you.”
She watched him, her expression bland while she replaced her sexy boots with plain pumps.
Alarm replaced frustration. She wouldn’t leave him here naked and handcuffed…would she? How would he ever get out of such embarrassing mess?
“Okay, whatever. We can pick this up later,” he said. “But you have to release me before you leave.”
“Do I?” she asked, offering him a smirk. “I like the idea of knowing you’re restrained here waiting for me.”
“No. You can’t. I have a meeting this afternoon.” His voice grew strident, loud, and urgent.
She walked behind him, and he grew still, focusing on any sound that would tell him what she was up to. A loud click alerted him that she’d unlocked her chamber door.
Panic gripped him, curling in his stomach and choking him.
“No! You can’t leave me like this!”
But at the last moment she slipped the key into the handcuff, undoing the lock but leaving them around his wrists.
In the seconds it took to fling them off and jump to his feet, she escaped, laughing and dancing out the door. Completely naked, he was effectively trapped in her chambers.
He yanked the door shut and fisted his cock, ready to whack himself a good one. But concern about lingering alone in a high court judge’s chambers made him reverse course. Quickly, he dressed, trying to will away his huge erection so everyone in the Royal Courts wouldn’t get an eyeful. Wiping his face with the towel, he smelled her enticing scent. She’d got even with him in the most imaginative way ever. He grinned and sniffed the towel again.
Then, as he turned to leave, his mobile buzzed. He grabbed it from his pocket, hoping.
Candi: That was just an amuse-bouche. Meet me at the club tonight 20:00 for the main course.
Quickly he typed a reply.
Randy: Abso-bloody-lutely! I’ll be there. DON’T be late.
He put his mobile back in his pocket and patted his briefcase that still contained the small box, forgotten during their wild game. How apropos his gift was now.
He removed it from the box and looked at the small intricately filigreed silver key on a fine chain. He had intended it to be a key to his heart, but now it would be a sexy reminder of other things that keys can lock or unlock. He hung it from her desk lamp where she would be sure to see it when she returned.
Soon he would see her again, and it would be even better than the last time. They were now friends as well as lovers, adding depth to their interactions. But most urgently, he wanted to bury himself deep inside her, make love to her until they both exploded in sublime climax.
Only one question remained. Who would be the domineering hunter and who the submissive prey?
A wicked grin curved his lips. There was only one possible answer. He rapidly typed an addendum.
Randy: Bring your collar.
Smiling to himself as he left her chambers, he muttered, “My turn.”
Chapter Thirty-Seven
“Good evening, Ms. Candi,” the doorman intoned with all the illustrious pomp his station required. Then he cracked a smile and helped her remove her coat. “You look outstanding tonight, if you don’t mind my saying so.”
She laughed, the bell-like timbre happy and carefree. “How could anyone mind a handsome young man offering such effusive flattery?”
“Not flattery. I’m most sincere in my effusive obsequiousness.” He tipped his hat, bowed low, and opened the door to the house manager’s suite.
Unsure why she was being shown into Miss Devine’s office, she walked in confidently. Why wouldn’t she? She felt amazing. Her afternoon had been a spectacular success. It had been life changing. She had finally fully inhabited her inner sex goddess. She grinned broadly at the memories of Ian on his knees, her delicious revenge, and her super orgasm.
Tonight would be even better. Any doubts about her age had been squelched earlier when she’d shown him—and more important herself—that she could let go of past prudishness and be the woman she truly wanted to be. A Dominatrix, no less!
