Michaels, Skye - Calleigh's Collar [Le Club 1] (Siren Publishing Classic)

by Skye Michaels

  “Frankly, you don’t seem like a ‘submissive’ type of person,” Calleigh said tentatively.

  “Let me explain submission. Yes, I submit to my husband’s wishes and obey his orders when we are in a ‘scene,’ as he is the Dom. But I am the one with the power. If I say we don’t play, we don’t. If I don’t want to do something, we don’t. The submissive controls the relationship by what he or she is willing to accept. This is a consensual relationship, not an abusive relationship.”

  Calleigh sipped her mojito and asked, “So, this submission stuff doesn’t make you feel put upon or abused?”

  “No. My husband wants nothing more than my pleasure. I have to tell you that I have the best sex life of any of my friends, and I am forty-five and have been married twenty years.”

  Just then Michael Hamilton leaned over the back of the chaise and kissed his wife’s temple. He was tall and well muscled, but not bulky, with rather long, wavy, black hair and startling blue eyes. “Let’s go, woman. I have some plans for my slave. Want to take a stroll down to the square and have dinner at the Irish Pub?”

  Robbie winked and waved a quick good-bye as she rose to join her husband, who pulled her close to his side as they walked back to the house.

  “Well that puts a new light on things,” Paula said, an impish light in her eye. Paula realized that this was a woman worth knowing and calling a friend. She hoped they could develop a relationship.

  * * * *

  As the sun was setting, Robbie and Mike walked downtown to the old-fashioned town square, the centerpiece of which was a large white bandstand or gazebo. The beautifully landscaped square was surrounded by shops, restaurants, bars, and office buildings.

  The square was a well-known meeting place, but there were not many people out and about for a Friday evening. Mike grabbed Robbie’s hand and pulled her up into the deserted gazebo with a devilish grin. “I have always wanted to do it in the gazebo,” Mike said.

  “Oh no! No way! There are always people wandering around the square,” Robbie replied. “Maybe there’s a concert or something tonight.” The twinkly, white fairy lights decking the trees in the square had just come on, but the gazebo was in the shadows.

  “Oh come on, baby, that’s half the fun!” He took a quick look around. “But we’d better hurry,” he said as he sat on one of the benches and pulled her unceremoniously back into his lap, arranging the skirt of her short white sundress over the evidence. She was hot and ready. He had already pulled down his zipper, and his cock was standing at attention as he settled balls deep in her moist pussy. “I’d say don’t get your panties in a twist, but you’re not wearing any panties.” He grinned. Laughing, he kissed the back of her neck and began to gently rock her as she sighed with pleasure. “You feel like hot, wet silk, baby,” he crooned as he began to pump up into her, holding her steady against his chest. She arched back to take him in deeper, moaning in delight as he slammed into her again and again, harder and faster. She came with a moan muffled in the side of his neck as she jerked and spasmed her completion while he held himself still and deep, his cock spurting hot cum into her waiting womb.

  “You are crazy! You know that, don’t you?” she said when she could speak again. “But it’s a good kind of crazy.” Mike was always good for a laugh or “up” for an adventure. “Oh God, there are people parking their cars on the other side of the square! Hurry up! You goofball!” she squealed.

  “Now, baby, I can’t hurry up when my cock is buried in the sweetest pussy in Ocala!” he whispered in her ear. “Just sit still and act like nothing is going on.”

  “I am going to get you for this,” she sighed as his cock twitched inside her, and she plastered a bland smile on her face. The couples from the parked cars crossed the square in front of the gazebo on their way to the restaurants on the other side. Robbie smiled and said, “Hi, lovely evening, isn’t it?” She slowly and almost imperceptibly rotated her hips, driving Mike to another climax as he tried to keep a straight face.

  “Isn’t that sweet, Earl? Such a cute young couple cuddling in the bandstand on a lovely evening!” the older lady said as she took her husband’s arm with a smile.

  “Yup, they’re just cute as bunnies, Mabel.” Earl turned back to Robbie and Mike as they passed and winked as he tipped his ball cap.

  People in this town are just so darn friendly. Robbie grinned delightedly.

  “Happy twentieth anniversary, Mrs. Hamilton,” he said, smiling broadly.

  “Happy twentieth anniversary, Mr. Hamilton.” She giggled back.

  “Hungry?” Mike asked as he raised her to her feet, and she stood on unsteady legs. He carefully pulled her skirt down over her bottom.

  “Yes, but did you tuck that bad boy back in your jeans, or is he swinging in the breeze?” she asked with a saucy grin and a glance at his crotch.

  “I meant for dinner! But another round can be arranged if you’re up for it.”

  “You mean if you’re up for it!” She giggled. “Not a chance. Our next audience might come equipped with a squad car, whirling red and blue lights, and handcuffs. I don’t want to be hauled in for public lewdness!”

  In the Irish Pub, Robbie and Mike were seated in a corner booth in the rear. Robbie sat down and decorously crossed her legs and opened the menu. “Uncross those legs, sub,” he ordered with a growl in his low voice. “I want to enjoy my handiwork.” His talented fingers moved into her still-vibrating pussy under the cover of the tablecloth.

  “Yes, Master,” she hissed as she brought the menu up to cover her face as she came one more time. Isn’t life grand? She sighed.

  Chapter Eight

  “The members have voted seven to three that Ms. Roundtree is to be disciplined in the Playroom tomorrow night,” stated Anne Sutton, the manager of Le Club. “In the alternative, if she does not agree, they want to proceed with legal action, which I know would not be your preference. I think the fact that she was overheard talking to a member of the press, Ocala Country Life notwithstanding, really upset some applecarts.”

  “I had every intention of disciplining Ms. Roundtree for her lapse, but certainly not publicly. In my way and at a time determined by me. I am not comfortable with this,” Steele replied.

  “I was one of the three ‘no’ votes, of course, as I am sure Steele was. Who was the other?” Trent inquired.

  “Michael Hamilton also voted ‘no,’” Anne replied. The three were meeting in the administrative offices of the club on Friday afternoon. “Mistress Adrienne volunteered to administer the punishment if you are unwilling. She feels that you might not put enough effort into it. Of course, the ‘no more than ten strokes’ rule would apply no matter who the Dom is. ”

  “No way in hell. Calleigh’s my sub, and I will take care of it. Certainly no one else will touch her.” Steele was furious.

  “Certainly not Adrienne,” Trent exclaimed. “I wouldn’t be surprised if her subs had calluses on their butts! I do not know where she finds people who enjoy that level of discipline. I think she’s just this side of over the top.”

  “Maybe the other side of over the top. She is absolutely one of the more extreme members, that’s for sure,” Steele replied. “She has the ‘punishment’ part down pat, it’s the ‘reward’ part she doesn’t seem to get. Why can’t we just get this over with tonight?”

  “Several of the members want to come in to be here for the punishment,” Anne replied. “I think they want to be sure it’s carried out in a ‘workmanlike fashion,’ you might say.”

  “You mean they want to be sure she gets a ‘good whippin’,’” Steele said with a frown. “I really don’t like this. This is supposed to be fun, not torture.”

  “I’m afraid there is no alternative. I have already taken a second poll to see if we could avoid this, but I couldn’t get anyone to change their vote. Adrienne is really the driving force behind this initiative, and she’s putting a lot of pressure on the members.”

  “Ms. Sutton, I have a list of all t
he members and their various contact numbers, if Mr. Steele would like a copy,” Kelly Anderson, Anne’s assistant, said. Kelly was tall and slender with large green eyes fringed with thick, black lashes. She was twenty-five years old and had shoulder-length, black hair cut in a bob style. She dressed conservatively and had a confident though modest demeanor.

  Jason smiled to himself. He knew that Kelly really did not get this BDSM business at all. She apparently couldn’t understand why anyone would want to do this to someone else or have it done to them. Although the job paid extremely well, and she seemed to like her position, she never participated in club activities, and she never called the members “master,” only “sir” or “mister.” If she was the least bit curious about BDSM, she never let on.

  Chapter Nine

  “Let’s go, baby girl. Time for some more training,” Steele said as he joined the girls at the pool.

  “Yes, Master Steele,” Calleigh replied with a trickle of excitement running down her spine.

  Calleigh rose from the chaise, rolled her eyes at Paula, and followed him into the house to the Southern Plantation Suite, a corner suite on the second floor. The suite was decorated in plantation style with heavy, carved mahogany furniture, beautiful oriental rugs, and original oil paintings. The suite looked like a layout from Southern Living magazine.

  “Don’t think I didn’t see that eye roll downstairs. I would advise you to adjust your attitude if you don’t want a spanking right now. Strip and assume the slave position,” he ordered in his domineering Master voice. “Yes, Master,” Calleigh said as she contemplated getting naked before him. What? No romance? No sweet nothings whispered in my ear? No caresses? She was not sure if this was going to be fun or not so much.

  “Now,” he growled. She hurried to comply, feeling scared but compelled to obey that voice. She stripped out of her bathing suit and knelt on the floor.

  Jason sighed under his breath as he saw her naked for the first time. She could see desire and appreciation in his eyes. “We have a couple hours until dinnertime, and I want to teach you some of the more pleasurable aspects of the Lifestyle. Remember, you are not to orgasm without permission or speak unless asked a direct question. Lie facedown on the bed in spread-eagle position. I am going to bind your hands and feet to the bed. I don’t want you to be afraid. Remember, trust me.”

  “Please, Jason, can’t we just…”

  “To whom are you speaking, sub?”

  “Please, Master Steele, I would be more com…”

  “Obey now. I am cutting you some slack here as you are new to this, but absolute obedience is mandatory,” he said as he put a well-placed, smart slap on her right butt cheek.

  She jumped and squealed. “All right!”

  “All right what?”

  “Yes, Master Steele, I will obey.”

  Calleigh crawled up the side steps of the carved four-poster bed and spread her limbs out. She was totally humiliated as he placed two fluffy pillows under her belly, raising her butt in the air, legs spread wide. He proceeded to tie her hands and feet loosely to the posts of the bed with silk scarves. God, she felt so naked, so vulnerable, and so embarrassed.

  “You have the most beautiful ass I have ever seen,” he said. “I have been wanting to get my hands on you since we met almost two years ago. That Latin actress with the great ass has nothing on you. In fact, I think she should be worried.”

  “Oh, please. I have always hated having a big butt.”

  “Did I give you permission to speak?” he said as he gave her another smack. A lightning bolt of pleasure zinged directly to her pussy, unleashing a flood of cream. “We will be addressing your body-image issues this weekend. Believe me, by the time you leave here, you will love your big ass.” He grinned to himself. “It’s a perfect inverted-heart shape with plump, round cheeks. I love the way it tapers into your long, elegant back. Just gorgeous.”

  Calleigh heard him walk to the sitting area of the bedroom in front of the French doors and heard the loveseat creak. He must have sat down as next she heard him noisily rustling what sounded like a newspaper. “What? You’re just going to leave me here with my ass in the air?”

  “Slave, that was your last free pass. The next infraction will earn you a spanking. I am in charge of your pleasure and your pain, and we will proceed at my pace, not yours. Understand?”

  “Yes, Master Steele,” she gritted out.

  “Do I detect a note of sarcasm, subbie? Watch it—you’re in a perilous position,” he said, sounding amused at her spunky defiance.

  After a few more minutes, she heard him get up and walk to the bed. Sitting at her side, he slowly ran his big hand down her spine from nape to butt. “Beautiful. I am going to teach you something new today,” he said. “Arch your back and lift your ass up.”

  She squirmed, thoroughly uncomfortable in this totally exposed position, but there was an edge to her arousal now.

  “Trust me,” he repeated. He pinched her right cheek, and the little touch of pain pushed her further toward the edge. She complied, lifting up as he ran his hand over her ass in circular motions. Once she had followed his instructions he said, “Good girl. This won’t be so hard.” He ran his hand down between her cheeks and slid his fingers between the lips of her pussy. He continued to play, sliding his finger around her pouting, exposed nether lips, carefully avoiding her pulsing clit.

  Calleigh needed more. She shifted her bottom, trying to get him to touch her aching clit. She was restless and agitated. Calleigh had wanted Jason for two years, and now she was straining for the touch of his talented hands on her hot, wet pussy. She couldn’t believe this was happening, but she couldn’t help but respond to his dominant nature. “Stay still. Remember, my timing, not yours.” He slid one finger then two into her drenched channel and slowly withdrew them. Then plunging again and again as she strained upward on the bed, he alternated between teasing her lips and plunging into her yearning pussy as he nearly drove her to climax. “Remember, no coming until I give you permission.”

  “Oh, please, Master…I don’t know if I can wait.”

  “You have to wait. Clench your pussy, hold it, hold it.” He slid his thumb over her clit, and as she spasmed, he said, “Ok, now, come.”

  An orgasm the likes of which she had never experienced in her whole life rolled through Calleigh, bursting from her clenched pussy and surging through her arms and legs and out her fingertips, leaving her totally drained. She collapsed as the aftershocks continued to jolt her system.

  Steele reached over and released the slipknots restraining her limbs. She just continued to lay there, butt in the air, totally drained and unable to move.

  “Okay, baby, come here.” He lay down beside her and pulled her into his embrace. She rested her head on his shoulder. He nestled his hard cock in the crease of her fanny, and they both relaxed. “Better?”

  “Oh yes, Master.”

  “Just Jason now. Close your eyes, and take a little nap.”

  “But you still have your clothes on.”

  “I know, baby, I’ll undress in a few minutes. Just rest.”

  * * * *

  After she was asleep, Jason removed his clothes and lay on the bed, covering them both with a vintage, handmade quilt. Snuggling her in close, he relaxed. This is exactly where I want her to be. He had realized some time ago that his feelings for Calleigh ran a lot deeper than mere attraction. Maybe as deep as love? Jason had thought of her often during the last year, especially while he was putting the finishing touches on the Laurel Oak Project. He had hesitated to act on his feelings because he had not been sure how she would react to his interest in the BDSM Lifestyle. He had admired her intelligence and independence from the beginning of their working relationship, but he was coming to appreciate her warmth and sense of humor as well. It took long enough to get her here, and now I have this bullshit punishment to deal with tomorrow. That may just be the deal breaker. A little fanny smacking and good sex is one thing, a formal public flog
ging is another. They dozed, Calleigh wrapped in his protective arms.

  * * * *

  Calleigh awoke to the sensation of Jason’s truly impressive cock knocking for admittance at the entrance to her deliciously relaxed pussy. He’d had a continuous erection since that morning, so she wasn’t surprised that he needed relief. “Now?” She ran her hands down his wide chest, over his six-pack, and grasped his throbbing cock with both hands.

  “Yes, now,” he responded. “Roll over and open your legs wider.” He buried his shaft in her waiting pussy. He wrapped his muscular arms around her, fondled her pebbled nipples, and began a gentle rocking motion, slowly building the speed and intensity. He changed rhythms as she neared her climax each time, bringing her down then revving her up again. He brought her to the cusp of fulfillment and back down over and over again. He brought her to peak one final time and then followed her over the edge into oblivion. She rolled effortlessly from one stunning orgasm to the next. Finally, she lay still, too exhausted to move.

  She rolled over into his arms and said, “That was truly magnificent, Jason. I’ve never come like that before or had any experience this intense.” Am I a submissive? The thought had never entered her mind before. No, can’t be. Anyway, it’s only for the weekend. But if this is submission, I could get used to it. I’ve never felt such an intense closeness and feeling of safety in anyone else’s arms.

  “Stick with me, subbie, you have a lot to learn.” He grinned, smacked her fanny, and said, “Get up and get dressed, dinner is in an hour.”

  * * * *

  Meanwhile, Paula and Trent had been getting acquainted in the Sea Island Suite. All the suites were decorated in totally different styles. The Sea Island Suite had a cool, relaxing mix of coastal-style blues and greens offset by sunny yellow accents complementing unadorned teak furniture with clean, straight lines. The floors were shining bamboo with only occasional colorful sisal scatter rugs to break up the expanse. The huge bed was a teak, pencil-post four-poster with a matching padded bench at the foot. It stood like an island in the center of the bedroom and was draped in miles of dreamy, white mosquito netting.