ROAD TRIP (BILLIONAIRE BAD BOY ROMANCE Book 1)

by Linzi Basset

  “Maybe you do but you didn’t mention it was a condition of the spanking, so … a bullwhip leather paddle it will be.” He dragged her closer to the bench. “On you get.”

  Sage had no choice but to do as instructed. She didn’t like paddles, tawses or any kind of impact tool, purely because she hadn’t mastered the skill to relax upon hearing the swish before it connected with her skin, which meant it ended up hurting much more than intended.

  “Hmm … unfortunately, your dress will have to be pulled up, my pet, otherwise your legs won’t be able to spread to accommodate the bench.”

  Sage cursed Talia once again. She should’ve known wearing such a tight dress, albeit a stretchy one, was a mistake. She felt her cheeks burn as he dragged the dress over her hips, exposing her bare buttocks covered in a skimpy dark green thong.

  She tensed as he secured her ankles and wrists to the cuffs attached to the bench. Not that she was scared, it was the norm to be tied down for a spanking, but the thought of being walloped with a bullwhip leather paddle made her tremble.

  Get a grip, Sage. For all you know it’s exactly what you need.

  Her breath wheezed from her throat as Dom Sam lightly brushed the harsh leather of the paddle over the curve of her buttocks.

  “Beautiful. How does my paddle feel, my pet?”

  “Not very erotic, Sir,” she snipped. He laughed and she cringed. Maybe she’d misjudged him and made a mistake in her initial assessment. She might just be able to manipulate him after all. The Senior Masters of The Rouge Lounge would never tolerate such a sassy retort.

  “Well, then … let’s see if we can change your point of view.”

  Crack! Crack!

  Sage hmphed as the first two strikes echoed through her mind. It stung but it didn’t hurt. Soon, she was lulled by the sound of the paddle swishing through the air before it struck and relaxed into each hit. Maybe too much and the same familiar feeling of boredom, as usual, engulfed her. Not even the seductive strokes over her sensitized bottom and fluttering brushes against her clitoris had the needed effect. She wasn’t becoming aroused. In fact, her pussy was as dry as a desert.

  “Is this going to take much longer?” She didn’t bother to hide the annoyance in her voice. The frustration welled up inside her, knowing there was no way this scene was going to end in wild and rough sex.

  Contrary to her first belief, she didn’t feel any connection with Dom Sam throughout the spanking. He kept the same pace and the same impact all the time. Her mind wasn’t with him in the scene. Maybe her expectation had been too high or maybe … it was the vision of the powerful Master Cratos watching her with such intense brooding that kept running through her thoughts that boycotted the success. More than that, maybe it was his dark presence that she could feel wrap its seductive tentacles around her from the moment they’d stepped into the dungeon.

  “Are you in a hurry to move on, Cinderella?”

  “Anything but, Sir. I just want this over with. Or is it your intention to spank me to sleep?” Sage ignored the gasps from subs watching. All she wanted was to get off the bench and leave, no matter how much the thought of resorting to a rubber vibrator again for release depressed her.

  “What did you just say, sub?”

  Sage’s back turned as stiff as an iron board at the dark and gruff voice that grated in her ears. It had a strangely familiar tenor to it but fear didn’t allow her to try and place it. She didn’t have to turn her head to know who it belonged to. It felt like his power scoured her entire body; his discontent seared her like dripping acid—Master Cratos.

  Shit! Shit! Shit! Now you’re in deep, Sage. Why couldn’t you just keep your mouth shut?

  “I asked you a question.”

  Sage heaved in a deep breath. He was already angry, best she didn’t aggravate the beast any further.

  “I just indicated to Dom Sam that I was ready to end the scene, Sir.”

  Crack! Crack!

  “Owww! Fucking hell!” Sage screamed as a huge paw struck over her cheeks, setting them on fire like she’d never felt before.

  “I don’t abide manipulative subs in my club, especially ones who don’t bother to follow the simplest of protocol between a Dom and sub as part of an agreed scene.” Sage felt the heat of his body as he leaned over her to rasp in her ear. “Who decides when a scene is over, sub?”

  “Th-the Dom does, Sir.”

  "Wrong. The sub does and only when she uses her safeword but until then, who is in control of the scene?"

  "The Dom, Sir."

  “Jesus!” she gasped as he pinched her nipples cruelly.

  “I’m relatively sure you know who I am, therefore, I expect you to address me in the appropriate manner.”

  “Yes, Master Cratos. I’m sorry,” she wailed as the pressure around her nipples tightened and pain seared through her mind. She sighed in relief as he released her and moved away. Her back felt cold when he took the scorching heat his body emanated along with him.

  “Dom Sam, I assume you discussed and agreed on a scene?” Master Cratos graveled.

  “Indeed, we did.”

  “I apologize that your visit to The Rouge Lounge is soured in such a manner. I assure you; I intend to see to this sub’s punishment personally.”

  “It’s not necessary, Master Cratos. I can take care of it myself.”

  “In my club, I take the subs’ disrespect and misconduct seriously, and therefore, I ensure their actions are corrected myself. Never fear, Dom Sam. She will take accountability for her actions.”

  “If you insist, Master Cratos.”

  “No! I prefer Dom Sam to … Owww!” Sage ended in a scream as two more strikes cracked louder than before against her buttocks. Her body shifted forward from the impact. She had no doubt his hand imprints were painted all over her ass that now burned and felt like lava had been poured on her tender skin.

  “It’s not for you to decide, sub. I suggest you keep quiet from now on. One more peep from you and your punishment is going to be worse.”

  Sage snapped her lips shut and squeezed her eyes closed, desperate to calm her frayed mind.

  “What was the scene you agreed on, Dom Sam?”

  “An erotic spanking, ending in sex in one of the private rooms.” Sam hesitated as he watched the bright redness of Sage’s buttocks. His smile was devilish. “Although she was disgruntled that I chose a paddle.”

  “Why is that?” Master Crato’s voice lowered.

  “It seems she prefers to be spanked by bare hand.”

  Sage wished the floor would open and swallow her whole as Master Cratos barked a dangerous laugh. His dark words caused her cheeks to flush red and her body to tremble, whether from fear or anticipation, she had no idea.

  “Then little Cinderella shall have her wish. A spanking by hand and a fuck afterwards is exactly what she’ll receive.”

  Chapter Three

  Cole, aka Master Cratos, stared at the perfectly heart-shaped form of Sage’s rounded buttocks, stuck upward courtesy of the spanking bench Dom Sam had selected. His hands itched to trace their inviting curves to test the silkiness of her skin. A grin of anticipation lit his face as he noticed the tenseness presented in her curved spine.

  He was delighted that she came to the club prior to the class’s road trip. It was the perfect setting to start building the foundation of the relationship he intended with her and the main reason he’d insisted she accompany the group on the summer vacation trip.

  He stepped closer to press his chest against her back. A smile broadened his lips at the fearful gasp that floated to his ears. His breath teased the tendrils of hair at her temples when he growled in her ear, “How long have you been in the Lifestyle?”

  “Two years, Master Cratos.”

  “And how long have you been coming to The Rouge Lounge?”

  “Close to a year.” She stared morosely at the floor while her mind tossed about the consequences of being caught in the act of topping a visiting Dom. That was a big
no-no. If Master Cratos found out she’d been manipulating every Dom she’d scened with, he’d kick her out of the club for good. It was a protocol rule for subs visiting the club—one she’d blithely ignored from day one.

  His warm hand settled on the small of her back and the other on her buttocks. “Then I imagine you know the rules very well. Tell me, Cinderella. How many times have you been punished here?”

  “This will be the first time, Master Cratos.”

  “Why is that, I wonder?”

  Sage didn’t respond, seeing as it sounded like a rhetorical question.

  “So, your only exposure to a spanking has been erotic, which in my opinion is a form of sensual massage.” Cole smiled at the laughter that erupted from the crowd who had gathered to watch the punishment. He lazily caressed Sage’s cheeks. “Each strike against the flesh creates a vibrating wave rippling through skin and muscles until it bounces off the bones.” He straightened. “Like this.”

  Crack.

  “Shit!” Sage gasped. It wasn’t as hard as the previous ones but it astonished her how sizzling heat erupted inside her from that slap on her buttocks. Something she’d never experienced before.

  “Ahh, I love watching the way soft cheeks ripple under my hand.”

  “Ohh.” Sage’s gasp sounded like a breathy echo as he trailed a supinate finger between the crevice of her ass. “Because it’s erotic, it zooms straight to a sub’s succulent genitalia,” he graveled as he brushed the digit lightly over the triangular satin that covered her pussy. “Isn’t that so, Cinderella?”

  “I … yes, Master Cratos.” Her voice quivered and sounded almost pleading.

  Crack.

  “Oooohmm … lordy me.” Sage couldn’t withhold the moan as her clitoris began to tingle in anticipation of the next slap. This was what she’d been searching for since she’d turned to the Lifestyle. This electric attraction to a Dom … a connection so profound, she stood in awe of the power he exerted over her. All without even trying.

  She was mortified, if not filled with shocked surprise, that it took nothing more than the touch of his hand rubbing over her skin to send a tremor of lust to her loins. The tension inside her mounted as he squeezed the roundness of her cheeks.

  She was unaware of how delighted Cole was by the rosy-pink color blossoming beneath his hand. With blatant sensuality, he ran a palm over the curvature of her buttocks again to feel the blazing heat emanating from the slaps he’d given her. He looked forward to the dark red glow that would bloom on her skin with the punishment he intended.

  “Just to clarify, Cinderella. The fact that you haven’t received any punishment, is it because you’ve been a good submissive or because you managed to avoid it by being sweetly manipulative?”

  “I …” she hesitated. It would be an easy task to ask around and find out exactly how she’d avoided punishment. “No Dom has ever indicated I should be punished, Master Cratos.” Her voice quivered as she decided to feign ignorance rather than lie outright. Still, she couldn’t hide the truculent petulance from her tone. She did her best to still the trembling in her thighs, courtesy of the lingering pressure of lust pulsing insistently inside her loins. She was flustered at how easily he’d managed to arouse her.

  “Strange isn’t it, that I didn’t detect any sign of arousal after the spanking with Dom Sam, which tells me you weren’t in the scene with him. You denied him the pleasure of his Dominance, and for that, you earned additional punishment.”

  Sage wailed as Cole brushed his finger underneath her thong to find her pussy moist and pulsing around his finger. “Other than now,” he leaned over her back again, “I can assure you of one thing, Cinderella, and that is your mind will never wander when you’re under my hand. I will control every aspect of your body, your soul, and your arousal. Yes, sub … you’ll be mine.”

  Crack. Crack. Crack.

  “Ooow!” Sage was overcome by shudders that surged and rippled through her loins with each slap. She gasped at the next impact as blazing heat pierced her nether regions and expounded the swirls of arousal.

  “Enough play. Brace yourself, sub. Your punishment starts now.”

  Before Sage could do as instructed, the first three strikes stole her breath. She couldn’t even scream at the pain that exploded on her behind.

  Crack! Crack! Crack!

  “Ooowww! Fuck ... no!’

  Crack! Crack! Crack!

  “Ooooowww! Stop!”

  Sage was caterwauling and tears pressed past her eyelids to drop on the floor. She was overwhelmed. No one had ever caused her this much pain. And that with his bare hand!

  Crack! Crack! Crack!

  “Aaooow! Ple-ease … sto-op!”

  The first punishing strikes he’d given her earlier hadn’t been anywhere near as painful as this. This was far worse. It shot like a flash fire burning all the way into her core from her ass to her brain in a scorching complaint.

  “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”

  Cole laid his hand over her smarting rear and rubbed the roundness, reveling in the growing redness under his palm.

  “It’s time for this sexy outfit to go. I don’t do punishments with cloth protecting the skin.” With these words, he fisted his hand at the back of her thong and ripped it from her hips.

  “No! You can’t do … stop!”

  “Stop isn’t a safeword, sub.”

  Sage barely heard his amused words as she screamed and cursed at him. No amount of twisting and turning on the spanking bench could prevent him from systematically ripping the lace dress and satin bra from her body. Her cheeks flamed as she watched the pieces of material flutter to the floor.

  “This is a punishment you brought on yourself. In this club, I’m the law. My rules count for everyone here. I expect every sub subjected to punishment to take full accountability for her conduct and suffer what is handed to her accordingly. Only when you feel you’re at the end of your tether, you have a safeword. Use it but do so wisely.” He leaned closer as he caught her chin between his fingers and forced her head sideways to look at him. “Heed this warning, Cinderella. Use your safeword too soon and I’ll know. You don’t wish to aggravate me further, do you?”

  “No, Master Cratos,” Sage choked out and suffocated any further words as he straightened and continued to rub her ass. Heat soon replaced the stinging pain.

  She relaxed under his gentle touch only to stiffen as he rasped in her ear, “That was the only reprieve you’ll receive. You will receive a further twenty-five strikes and believe me, little one … up until now … you haven’t felt the sting of my palm.”

  Oh, fuck me. I thought he was done!

  The way he brushed his palm over her sensitized behind warned her he was in no hurry either. She stiffened as he started rubbing her thighs and whimpered as he had the audacity to pinch and stimulate her clitoris.

  Stop already! This isn’t supposed to be an erotic spanking!

  If he continued to tease her clit while bludgeoning her ass with his huge paws, she would catapult over the edge into a free-fall. If that happened, she was doomed. Instinct warned her if she climaxed by his hand, there would be nothing to grab onto to check her descent.

  Crack!

  The first slap connected harder than before, causing her to shift forward on the bench. It burned into her nerve ends to painfully jar her out of the brief anticipation of pleasure straight into the harsh reality in which she found herself.

  “No! Please, Master Cratos, I’m sorry! Ooooww!” she cried when the next one landed on the soft intersection of her inner thigh and buttocks. She hated it but her loins reveled in the pain that rushed through her body to settle in a throb in her clit.

  “You'd be wise to spare your breath, sub,” he lectured. “This is gonna take a while and no amount of pleading, cursing, or screaming is going to end it before it’s done.”

  With those words, Cole continued with ruthless intent. Pain exploded in her buttocks and flashed through her brain. She panted as tea
rs flooded her eyes. The combination of the smacks and searing pain stunned her. Another sob and soon they rolled into one. Smacks landed with merciless precision all over her ass, thighs and finally ... her pussy.

  “Owww! Fuck-fuck!” Her screams echoed like a melody of torture to the rafters. Cole appeared unmoved as he aimed another accurate and hard slap between her legs.

  Sage’s eyes widened as her loins clenched and with a wail, she fell apart. The coil that had been winding up inside her, snapped unexpectedly. Her cries married with the punishing slaps that now rained all over her pussy. Her senses were swamped in a confluence of pleasure and pain. Her body twitched and shuddered uncontrollably.

  “Stop! I can't breathe,” she cried in desperation as she came again, and continued convulsing long after the echo of her cries died away.

  “Hmm, you truly are an undisciplined sub,” Cole said as he caressed her labia, now sensitive and blazing from the stinging punishment. It glowed in a gorgeous dark red color that complemented the even darker shade on her ass. “Did I give you permission to come?”

  “No, Master C-Cratos. I’m s-s-sorry.” The whimpered excuse sounded faint to her own ears. A forlorn moan escaped her lips as she felt the familiar pressure building in her loins again.

  “Apart from disregarding another rule, you took your punishment very well, my pet. I’m very impressed, especially since it was your very first in The Rouge Lounge.”

  His hand traced lazily over her thighs to tease the wet petals between her legs, glistening in the dim lights of the dungeon—a delightful result of the climaxes she just had.

  “Now … let’s attend to the final part of the punishment.”

  Sage’s head snapped up as she heard the distinctive sound of a zipper followed by the crinkling of a foil package.

  “Not here! The agreement was in one of the private rooms,” she protested through clenched teeth. It was bad enough that she was as naked as a jaybird in full view of the crowd gathered behind him—something she never did. Having sex in the dungeon … in the open for heaven’s sake … there was no way in hell—

  “Jesus,” she gasped as he ignored her protest and slowly pushed his cock inside her. Inch by inch until she could feel his hips settling flush against her ass. She struggled to breathe as her body attempted to accommodate his monstrous shaft. Her loins, throbbing with lust, scoffed at her attempt to protest.