Little Red Riding Crop

by Tiffany Reisz

Page 3

  Author: Tiffany Reisz

  “I do the recruiting for the club. ”

  “Well then. . . ” Nora took a step back and tapped her chin with the tip of her riding crop. She saw something heated and mischievous gleaming in Brad’s dark eyes. “Maybe you should try to recruit me. ”

  “I have Mistress Irena now along with four other Dominatrixes plus three male Dominants, including me. We’re not hiring any more Doms. ”

  “Pity. I have an impressive resume. And a huge client list. Everyone’s on it. ”

  “Everyone?”

  “Your dad’s on it. ”

  Brad burst out laughing, and Nora only waited, her eyes wide with feigned innocence.

  “You should be punished for bringing my father into this discussion,” Brad said, raising a hand to her face. Nora didn’t pull away. He might slap her. He might pinch her nose. He might even kiss her. She wouldn’t have objected to any or all of those possibilities.

  But instead of a slap or a pinch or a kiss, he simply caressed her cheek with his thumb. She started at the gentleness, the intimacy of the touch, and took a step back.

  “What was that for?” she demanded, raising a hand to her face. The caress burned more than a slap would have.

  “You’re beautiful. ”

  “And you’re huge and handsome. You don’t see me going around getting all personal with your face. ”

  “Would you like to get personal with my face?”

  “I. . . ” Nora stopped and swallowed. She needed to get back into control of this situation. She could handle Brad. She could handle any man. Well, except for one. . . “You’re trying to top me, aren’t you?”

  “I told you. We’re all stocked up on Dominatrixes. What we really need are a few good subs. ”

  Nora’s spine stiffened.

  “I don’t sub. ”

  “Not anymore, right?”

  Nora glared at him.

  “Come on, Nora. Everyone knows who you used to belong to. It’s not a secret. ”

  “Not a secret, no. But not anything I want to talk about. ”

  “Was it all that bad, being a sub for him?”

  Nora let her most dangerous smile spread across her face.

  “No. It was that good. ”

  “Then you should enjoy doing it again. ”

  “You’re a big man, Brad, but not even you could fill his shoes. ”

  “Worth a shot, isn’t it? You want to meet The Dame, then you have to get through me. ”

  “Through you? Or under you?”

  “Both. ”

  Nora fell silent and considered the offer. Wasn’t like she’d never subbed before. She’d been a sub longer than she’d been a Dominatrix—ten years she’d spent in a collar. Ten beautiful years. But she couldn’t do that again. Could she?

  “No collar,” she said with finality. “One hour of you on top. I’ll sub. Then I get my five minutes with The Dame. ”

  Brad leaned against the stair railing and studied her with his pale blue eyes.

  “Nora. . . we both know you’re not going to leave King for Black Forest. Why are you so interested in talking to The Dame?”

  “I have my reasons. ”

  “Are you going to tell me your reasons?”

  “Nope. ”

  “Of course, if you submit to me, I suppose I could order you to tell me your reasons. ”

  At the utterance of the words “submit to me” Nora’s heart started to race a little faster, her breath quickened.

  She licked her bottom lip in nervous anticipation.

  “Yes, I suppose you could. ”

  “Call me ‘Sir’ if you want to see The Dame,” he ordered, pressing closer.

  “So. . . ” Nora stopped and took a breath, “what are our rules here. . . Sir?”

  “No rules. ”

  “No rules? Not even. . . ”

  Brad grinned at her with such hunger Nora wasn’t sure if he planned to beat her or eat her.

  “I’ll take that as a ‘not even. . . ’” Nora said. She took a long breath in and slowly let it out through her teeth. They didn’t need to spell it out. No rules meant no rules. And the one rule of professional Dominants? No sex with the clients. But she wasn’t a client. She was a Dominatrix, a Dominatrix who really needed to get laid.

  A month off.

  No Kingsley.

  No work.

  Europe.

  “Fine. Done. One hour. No rules. I’m yours. ”

  Brad only stared at her with his lips a thin hard line. He raised his eyebrow. Once more Nora sighed.

  “I’m yours. . . Sir. ”

  “You are now. ”

  Brad didn’t hesitate, no doubt not wanting to give her the chance to change her mind. With his right hand he grasped Nora by her upper arm and half-dragged, half-carried her up the stairs. Nora dropped her eyes to the floor and let him lead her to a room near the end of the hallway. He kicked it open and threw her in. She landed on the plush carpeted floor and stayed there not looking at him while he closed and locked the door.

  “When’s the last time someone hit you?” Brad stood in front of her, his feet on either side of her knees.

  “Been. . . awhile. ” She started to smile up at him but remembered her place.

  “Too long. Look at you. . . dressed up like one of the big girls with her big girl boots. And trying to play with the big kids? It’s embarrassing. Are you even thirty yet?”

  “Thirty-one. . . Sir. ”

  “Are you even five-feet-tall?”

  “Five-foot-three. ”

  “You’re a little girl, Nora. And someone needs to remind you that this town doesn’t belong to you. ”

  Brad reached down and tapped Nora under her chin, a signal that she was to look at him. She met his eyes and waited in silence.

  “So this is how we get you to shut up. ” Brad grinned wickedly at her and desire coupled with rebellion welled up within her. “We should make you submit more often. Cross. Now. ”

  Nora started to stand up, but Brad put a hand on her shoulder and pushed her back down.

  “Crawl to it. ”

  She hid her rolling eyes behind her hair and crawled on her hands and knees to the St. Andrew’s cross on the wall.

  “Up. ”

  She stood up and waited as Brad unlaced her corset and pulled it off of her. It took a hard bite to her own tongue to stop herself from smirking as Brad stared at her now naked breasts.

  “What a waste. . . ” Brad sighed as he cupped her breasts in both large hands. The heat from his hands sunk into her skin. Nora almost sighed from the pleasure of his touch but didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. “Such a beautiful woman. . . you should spend your days and nights naked tied to a man’s bed, gagged and blindfolded with your body waiting to be used. ”

  He kneaded her right nipple, and Nora closed her eyes.

  “But instead Kingsley keeps you locked up in leather. ” Brad kissed that sensitive spot under her ear as he unzipped her skirt. Nora suppressed a ragged breath. She didn’t want to want this as much as she did. She had to control herself, stay focused, let him do what he wanted so she could get what she wanted and get out. But she couldn’t quite remember what she wanted.

  Brad pulled her skirt down and off her before touching her clitoris gently with the tip of his finger.

  Oh yes. That was what she wanted. Now she remembered.

  Naked but for her boots, Nora stood waiting as Brad assaulted her with the softest of kisses on her neck and shoulders, the most careful of touches on her breasts. His restraint was the purest form of torture for a woman who hadn’t been fucked in two months.

  “Turn around,” he ordered but didn’t wait for her to comply. He simply spun her and forced her into the X-shaped cross. Nora rested her cheek against the wall and waited. So many memories crowded into her mind. . . memories of nights she�
�d left behind with the one man, the only man she’d ever loved. . .

  “Do you like it?” Brad asked as he strapped her wrists and ankles to the wood. “I made it myself. ”

  “It’s beautiful. ” Nora spoke with sincerity. She knew good work when she saw it. “Sturdy. I like the black paint. Looks a lot like the one in my basement at home. ”

  “You keep a St. Andrew’s cross in your basement? You’re kinkier than I thought. ”

  Nora shrugged. “It doubles as a drying rack. ”

  “And that’s a flogging for you. ” Brad pulled away, and Nora grinned into the crossbeam.

  “Oh. . . darn. ”

  She steeled herself as behind her Brad whipped the air with a flogger. From the sound of it, she could tell he’d picked a heavy one. It beat the air instead of slicing through it. This would hurt.

  Good.

  The first blow landed without a word of warning, but she managed to stifle any cries of pain or shock. The second landed even harder but still Nora keep quiet. Sadists and Dominants loved forcing a reaction from their subs—pleasure, pain, shock, shame, it didn’t matter as long as the submissive entertained them with their moans and gasps and pleas for mercy. But Nora wouldn’t give Brad the satisfaction.

  After a few minutes, he dropped the flogger, and Nora panted as quietly as she could while her back burned and ached. What would he do to her next? Caning maybe? A single-tail? A paddle? She’d had it all before. Nothing he did would shock her or surprise her.

  From behind her she heard movement, the rustle of fabric. She gasped when Brad pressed his body against her back. She felt nothing but skin and desire against her.

  “Now I know how to get a reaction out of you. ” Brad chuckled in her ear. His erection pressed into her. She felt a drop of something warm and wet on the small of her back.

  “I promise. . . I’m reacting,” she whispered as Brad ran his hands up and down the sides of her body. . . over her ribcage and waist, down her hips and thighs and up again. He slipped a hand between her open legs and shoved two fingers inside her. They went in easily, her wet body giving him no resistance.

  “Good reaction. ”

  “Thank you, Sir. ”

  Brad bit down into her neck hard enough she flinched.

  “And that was an even better one. Wonder what kind of reaction I’ll get when I fuck you. ”

  “Only one way to find out,” Nora breathed as Brad pushed a third finger into her.

  “Very true. . . you know, Nora, for that little stunt you pulled, keeping quiet while I was beating the hell out of you, I’m going to have to punish you. I think maybe I’ll punish you by fucking you so hard you scream for me. ”

  Now Nora laughed.

  “I don’t scream, Sir. I make others scream. In fact, that’s how I ended up at the police station this morning. ”

  “You don’t scream? You say that like it’s a fact,” he said, unstrapping her from the cross, “when we both know I’ll just take it as a challenge. ”

  He dragged her from the cross to a small bed piled high with silk sheets and pillows. Pulling a pillow to the center of the bed, he pushed Nora onto it, positioning it under her hips as she laid face-down on the bed. She waited while he moved about the room gathering supplies. He was cute, Brad was. Scream? Her? During sex?

  Brad came back to the bed and took both her wrists in one hand. First he looped black silk rope around them before tying them to one bedpost. She heard metal and felt Brad forcing her legs even wider apart. He clamped cuffs around her booted ankles and hooked them to the ends of a spreader bar. Nora breathed deep and let her hips open up and relax into the three-foot spread. Brad must be in the mood to go deep.

  “Are you trying to make me scream from pleasure or pain?” Nora taunted. With her ankles so far apart, she’d probably feel Brad all the way against her bottom ribs. Fine. Let him fuck her like that. She could take and would take it. . . all the way to Europe for a month.

  “Doesn’t matter as long as you’re screaming. ” She heard the dark amusement in his voice. Typical sadist—arrogant, superior, and casually brutal. They really were her favorite men.