He had to be careful or he was going to become putty in her hands.
“Sir, please, I need—”
“I know, little one.” Would she come here? Unlikely. But perhaps if all choice was taken from her. “Put your arms behind your back.”
She whimpered but obeyed him without an argument. He rewarded her with another flick on her clit. He rolled her nipple between the thumb and finger of his other hand. She sagged, might have fallen if he hadn’t grabbed her around the waist. He picked her up, cradling her against his chest as he walked over to a dark area next to the scene where a couple of armchairs sat. He settled in one then arranged her on his lap so her back was to his chest, her legs on either side of his.
“Put your hands behind my neck and keep them there.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“I like hearing you call me Sir.” She trembled in his arms. “Keep your eyes on the scene. Hannah’s going to come soon. I want you to come when she does, understand?”
“I d-don’t . . . I c-can’t.”
“You can. Because that’s what I desire. And if you don’t then I’m going to strap you to a spanking bench and drive you to the edge over and over without letting you fall off.”
“Oh, fuck.”
“Language,” he said warningly. “I’m thinking that swear jar isn’t working. What would be a better deterrent is five spanks with my hand for each swear word. Starting now.”
“What?”
He tugged at her nipple. Sharply. She gasped. “Or we can start from when I first met you. That’s going to be one hell of a spanking, though.”
“From now’s fine,” she said quickly.
“I’m not sure. You don’t really sound grateful enough.”
“Oh, thank you, great one, for your leniency with your poor little sub. She much appreciates how generous and kind you are.”
He snorted. “Not sure anyone has ever called me kind.”
She lowered her arms and looked over her shoulder at him and smiled. “Then they didn’t know you well.”
He should reprimand her for moving, but right at that moment he just wanted to bask in the look in her eyes. She was staring at him like he was a hero.
But that was far from the truth. He scowled. He needed to dissuade her of that belief. He just needed to figure out a way to be strict with her.
“Did I give you permission to move, sub?”
“No, Sir. Sorry.” She turned around but not before he saw a hint of hurt in her gaze. Oh, hell.
He nuzzled her neck. “You’re going to ruin my reputation, sprite, if you go around calling me kind.”
She remained tense for a moment then snorted out a laugh. “Sorry, Sir. I’ll make sure to tell everyone how mean and nasty you are.”
“That’s better. Now, you’ve got some work to do because I do believe Hannah is getting close. Lucky for you, Blake likes to draw things out.”
He cupped both breasts, rolling the nipples between his fingers and thumbs as he spread his legs apart, widening hers. “Arms,” he growled at her. “And don’t think I’ve forgotten that you weren’t given permission to move.”
“Sorry, Sir,” she said breathlessly.
“You’ll pay for that later, when you’re strapped to the spanking bench and my hand is turning that white bottom of yours red.”
His cock was hard and aching. Christ, how many cold showers had he had lately? More than he cared to admit. He’d gotten very little sleep this week, and not because he’d been getting up to help with Jamie and Caleb.
He reached down with one hand and tucked her skirt up into the band, exposing her to the outside room, although this corner was dark enough no one would be able to make out much more than shadows.
By now, Hannah was squirming, her cries loud despite the ball gag. He ran his finger up and down his own sub’s wet folds, pressing one finger deep inside her. She clamped down around him and he had to bite back his own groan. His balls were aching. The need to turn her around so she straddled him and to push his way deep into her warm folds was almost too much to ignore.
He ran his finger around her clit. Slow, circular movements. She groaned, pressing her hips up. He drew his hand back, smacked it down sharply on her clit.
“Ow!” she cried out, arching back.
“Stay still,” he warned. Then returned his finger to its gentle ministrations.
“I need more!” she protested.
“You’ll get exactly what I wish to give you and nothing more,” he told her in a low voice. He loved the way she trembled at his words. “And I determine what you need.”
“Yes, Sir.”
He thrust two fingers inside her, loving the noises she made. So uninhibited. So beautiful. He drove her higher. Running his finger around her clit then tapping it. Moving lower so he could press his fingers inside her. With his other hand, he teased her nipples.
“Keep your gaze on Hannah. How does she look?”
“I think she looks beautiful.”
“You like watching, don’t you?”
“Y-yes. Is that wrong?”
He nuzzled her cheek. “Of course, it’s not wrong. They wouldn’t be doing a scene out in the open if they didn’t want people to watch.”
“Oh. Ohhh.”
His finger moved faster. Hannah was close, and so was Aspen. And he wanted to feel her come in his arms.
“Sir! Sir!”
“You’re being a very good girl. You’re going to do what I tell you, aren’t you? Obey your Dom now and come. Come nice and hard.”
She arched back against him, her pussy clamping down hard on the two fingers he had tucked up inside her. Her cry made his cock ache. Damn, he needed her. He continued to drive his fingers in and out, more slowly, bringing her down as she shuddered in his arms. In the cage, Hannah let go, her muffled cries reaching him.
He withdrew his fingers from her pussy, holding them up to his mouth, then sucking the juices off.
“You taste delicious, sprite.”
“Oh, God. Oh, God. I can’t believe we just did that.”
He nuzzled her cheek. “Get ready for more.”
With a laugh, she relaxed back against him. He turned her around, tucking her in against his chest with her legs over one side of his lap. Her skirt was still tucked into her waist band, so he pulled one leg up onto the arm of the chair, spreading her. Then he cupped her mound, pressing his hand against her.
Aspen could scarcely believe she was sitting on Saxon’s lap, his hand pressed against her pussy, which was still feeling the aftereffects of that shattering orgasm, her whole body flushed and sated, while around them people wielded whips and vibrators and paddles and all sorts of interesting and slightly scary things.
The hand over her mound was possessive and almost comforting. And wasn’t that a weird thought? It was a claim on her. Of sorts.
“Yes, Jasmine?”
She opened her eyes in surprise at the sound of his voice, realizing that she’d been drifting. Shoot. Wasn’t she supposed to be paying attention to him?
Bad Aspen.
She tried to sit up, but he held her down. “You weren’t given permission to move, pet.”
Right. Her job was to do what he told her.
“Master Saxon? My Dom sent me to get you. There’s a problem with Elizabeth.”
Saxon sighed and removed his hand, pulling her skirt down before he lifted her off his lap, then stood. Her legs wobbled, and he wrapped an arm around her waist to steady her. “How urgent is it?”
“My Dom has things under control. He has her over by the stocks.”
“Very good. Thank you, Jasmine. I will be there in a minute.” He stepped away.
Aspen hesitated. Was she supposed to go with him or wait here? He hadn’t given any orders. A feeling of panic filled her.
Saxon turned back to her, a frown drawing his eyebrows together. “Pet, where I go, you go.”
“Oh, sorry, Sir. I wasn’t sure.”
“Now you know.�
� He reached back and wrapped a hand around the nape of her neck, pulling her close for a kiss. “Sorry to interrupt things but I am often called into situations. You will stay by my side unless I expressly tell you to wait somewhere and I will only leave you with someone I trust to watch over you.”
Strangely, that made her feel better. That he wouldn’t leave her alone, even if she wasn’t sure about having someone else watch over her.
“Follow.”
She reached up to tuck her breasts away and he grabbed her hand, his face growing cold. “Did I give you permission to touch your clothing?”
“N-no, Sir, but I c-can’t—” his look grew colder.
Oh shit. Oh shit.
“You can and will. Turn around and place the palms of your hands on the seat of the chair.”
Her breath heaved in and out of her lungs as she moved clumsily to obey him. She’d messed up. Would he want to stop? Would he send her away?
He pulled the back of her skirt up and tucked it into the waist band, then his hand landed on her ass. Once. Twice. A burning heat covered her ass cheeks. He continued to spank her. Her breath caught. It stung. It wasn’t quite like the spanks he’d given her before. Maybe because he was so disappointed in her.
A sob broke free, and he stopped then drew her up, turning her to his chest. She didn’t know how many smacks he’d given her, but her butt throbbed.
“I’m sorry, Sir. I’m so sorry.”
He lifted her chin, kissed her gently. Then kissed a couple of stray tears. “That was just a small punishment because you’re learning. Make that mistake again, though and I’ll be much harsher.”
“Y-you’re not s-stopping things?”
He frowned slightly, tilting his head to one side. Then he cupped her face with his hand. “Pet, just because you make a mistake it doesn’t mean I’ll reject you. You made the mistake, you were punished, you’ll try not to do so again. Now come. I have another naughty sub to deal with.”
He placed his hand around the nape of her neck, leading her without pulling at her. She was acutely aware of her bare, probably red ass and her face burned at the knowledge, but she’d learn from her mistake.
She supposed that was probably all part of the punishment.
She followed him through the dungeon until they reached the middle of the room where a set of wooden stocks sat. Holes had been cut out in the wood for someone’s head and hands. Attached to the floor a few feet back were some leather cuffs. For ankles? Holy hell. Saxon paused next to a tall, thin Dom with light blond hair. The submissive who had come and gotten Saxon knelt beside him. Another sub knelt in front of him. Aspen stared down at the dark, flowing hair that cascaded around her face, hiding her. Her stance wasn’t exactly submissive. She was tense, as though expecting a fight. She glanced up and her face lit up when she saw Saxon.
What the hell?
“Pet, please go and kneel beside Jasmine.”
She jolted slightly but figured it was in her best interests to obey him. She wanted to be able to sit tomorrow. She moved next to Jasmine and studied the other woman’s pose. Back straight, legs apart, hands resting on her thighs, gaze down. Okay, she could do that.
“Very good, pet.” The approval in Saxon’s voice warmed her and was worth any embarrassment she felt about having her ass and breasts on display.
“Master Saxon, you’re here. I couldn’t find you.”
“And why would you be looking for me, Elizabeth?” Saxon’s voice was cold.
She shivered, hoping he never had a reason to speak to her so disapprovingly. She snuck a look at the other sub. She was beautiful. Her body curvy and lush, her large eyes surrounded by thick, dark lashes, and her lips red and pouty. Aspen sighed.
Saxon glanced over at her. “You’re doing well, pet, but your eyes should be down.”
Whoops. She looked down but not before she caught Elizabeth glaring at her. What was her problem?
“Master, I wanted to speak with you. I-I’m scared of doing a suspension scene. But I’m willing to try. With you. You’re the only one I trust.”
Manipulative bitch. Aspen stiffened. If Saxon fell for that—
“Elizabeth, if you wish to participate in a suspension scene there are any number of Doms who are skilled in that area.”
“Bu-but I want you, Mas—”
“Quiet,” Saxon said in a low voice that made Aspen flinch. “Elizabeth, I don’t know what sort of Doms you dealt with before coming here, but I can only conclude that they were blind and deaf if they fell for your manipulations.”
The other sub gasped. “Mas—”
“I said silent, girl. You are only adding to your punishment.”
Aspen risked a look up and saw how pale Elizabeth looked. She might have felt sorry for her if she hadn’t been trying to manipulate her man. Possessiveness filled her, but as Saxon turned she quickly dropped her gaze. She didn’t want to bring his ire down on her.
“Mark, what did she do?”
“She’s been asking for you. Wanted me to find you. I told her to wait in the submissives area. Instead, she pitched a fit and interrupted my scene with Jasmine. Sorry I had to bother you.”
“Making demands on a Dom, disturbing a scene and trying to manipulate me into scening with you? Doesn’t sound good, does it, Elizabeth?” His voice had grown cold again.
“But, Master Saxon, when we played together there was a connection. I—”
“Elizabeth, we scened together once, three months ago. You were never promised anything more. Your behavior tonight has been appalling.” There was a pause. “Jasmine, would you please go and get Master Jardin for me?”
She peeked up as Jasmine rose to her feet, looked over at her Dom, who nodded, and darted off. Mark smiled. “She meant to say, ‘Yes, Sir.’”
Saxon smiled. “She’s very eager to please. And unlike some, doesn’t have a manipulative bone in her body.” He glowered down at Elizabeth.
“Saxon? You wanted me?”
She tilted her head so she could see the man standing next to her. It was the Dom from the whipping scene earlier. Jardin Malone. She shivered and dropped her eyes down. No way did she want to bring his attention to her.
“Yes, I wondered if you could take care of a discipline issue for me.”
Elizabeth gasped. “Master Saxon—”
“Quiet, sub,” Jardin said sharply. “You weren’t given permission to speak and you should know better than to interrupt a Dom when he’s talking.”
Yes, she definitely didn’t want his attention on her.
“I need to take a step back from disciplining unattached subs, and this one, in particular, needs someone else to attend to her. I know you took on the role of punisher in your last club would you be interested in a job like that again?”
“I would be happy to,” Jardin replied smoothly.
Holy shit, that smoke and ashes voice was scary.
“Good. Then I can get back to the scene with my sub.”
Suddenly she felt eyes on her. It was all she could do not to look up.
“A very beautiful sub you have there,” Jardin told him.
“Thank you,” Saxon replied.
“Sub, rise,” Jardin commanded. “You’re going to spend some time in the stocks.”
She sensed someone move close by, felt a hand touch the nape of her neck, and jumped.
“Easy, pet. You can rise now. I can see a spanking bench is free.”
Eek. Nerves had her feeling a little nauseous, but she rose. Her gaze moved to the stocks where Jardin was securing Elizabeth. The sub wore a corset and short skirt similar to hers and when she bent over, the tight skirt rode right up her ass, leaving her exposed. Jardin secured her ankles with the leather cuffs secured to the floor. Her legs were spread and everything was on display.
“Girl, you’re going to regret your poor choices tonight. If you wished to talk to Master Saxon, you know what you should have done. Instead you interrupted another scene in order to get your own way. Th
at is completely unacceptable.”
“I’m sorry,” Elizabeth replied. Rather sulkily and without much remorse.
“Not yet, but you will be.” Jardin pulled his hand back and started to spank the other woman.
Saxon wrapped his hand around the nape of her neck and drew her away. “Come, pet.”
“Sir?”
“Yes?”
“What will he do to her?”
“Whatever he wishes. She broke the club rules. Her choices are to accept a punishment or be kicked out.”
Wow. That was harsh. “Wh-what if you break the rules by mistake?”
He turned her towards him, cupped her chin to raise her face and brushed away a lock of hair that had fallen across her cheek. “What is your one rule for tonight?”
“To do what you tell me to do.”
“If you do that you have nothing to worry about. Besides, you are very different from Elizabeth. She’s a taker. She is all about her own needs and pleasure. You, on the other hand, like to please. You don’t have a manipulative bone in your body.” He ran a thumb over her lip. “And if you do misbehave you can be very sure it will be me punishing you.”
She shuddered and glanced back at Jardin. “Good.”
He threw back his head and laughed.
After a detour to grab his play bag from where he’d left it behind the bar earlier in the day, Saxon moved over to the free spanking bench. This particular bench had a number of attachments that could make play very fun or very frustrating for a submissive.
Which Aspen experienced would depend on how much she was willing to give him.
“Strip, pet and place your clothes in a neat, folded pile here.” He pointed at a nearby stool.
He turned away, aware she stood there frozen. He allowed a small smile to slip free. He’d give her a few seconds to decide, but not too long before he reined her back in.
“N-naked, Sir?”
“Yes, pet. Naked. Now.” He firmed his voice, not allowing any hint of leniency through.
He turned to see her biting her lip and looking around her. Poor little subbie. The first time being naked could be hard.
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