“Give me your color, pequeña, or call red. That’s the only thing that will stop this. I know you’re wet for me, that you desperately want to come, don’t you?”
He pulled back to study her flushed expression. Tears flowed from the corners of her eyes and made him even harder.
Peyton tried to shake her head, and he bit down hard on her bottom lip. Her whole body jerked, and he licked the spot of blood his bite created away, and kissed her again, more gently this time, while slowly releasing his hold on her breasts.
“Fuck you,” was her only response, and Pedro’s lips kicked up in a smile. His silly little subbie had just given him carte blanche.
“No, I will not, pequeña.” His grin deepened when she tried to glare at him, but failed miserably. “Naughty girls do not get my cock, no matter how much they might beg for it.”
This time she did glare.
“I will never beg for your cock, so you can just fuck off.”
“That’s not your safeword either.”
She tried to slap him, but Pedro blocked the move easily, wrenched her off the bench, and had her pinned lying over it, before she could even squawk.
“Now, for the last time, give me your color before I gag you for all those filthy words you used, and you get that spanking you’ve been pushing for, ever since I won you.”
Peyton froze under him, and he eased off her slightly, while keeping a tight hold on her wrists behind her back. With his free hand he pulled her dress up, until the pearly globes of her ass were on display. Separated by just a thin strip of material, they were calling out to be marked. He kicked her legs further apart, which gave him the perfect view of the tiny bit of red lace covering her pussy. Soaked through with her arousal, it was rendered see-through, and moisture coated the tops of her thighs. Further proof if ever he needed any, that Peyton’s body knew exactly what she needed, if only her mind would allow her to let go.
“Color, pequeña.”
Peyton startled at his whip-like command, and after what seemed like hours, but could only have been seconds, he finally heard her reluctant whisper.
“Green.”
He slapped her ass once, satisfied by the loud sound that reverberated around the room, and she flinched. His hand had barely made a mark, the move designed to startle her, not hurt her. That would come later.
“Green, what?”
Peyton shook her head and struggled against his hold, before she took a deep breath.
“Green, Sir. Damn you.”
* * * *
Peyton grumbled her answer, with her mind screaming no, and her body going, Hell, yes! The blasted man was fucking with her mind. Every feminine bone in her body screamed in outrage at the way he was handling her, yet her body just wasn’t listening. She was wetter than she had ever been, even in her wildest erotic dreams, and so fucking horny, she would scream if he didn’t let her come soon.
He released his hold on her wrists, only to bring her arms forward.
“Very good, pequeña. Too bad that took you so long.”
He crouched low in front of her with the most unsettling smile on his face. Fear warred with arousal in her overheated body, as he slowly fastened one wrist to the restraints attached to the bench. She couldn’t tear her gaze away from the sight of his long elegant fingers, as he took his time, making sure they weren’t too tight. He then repeated the action on her other arm. The care he took of her was such a curious contrast to what she knew he was going to do. He was going to punish her, hurt her to the very limits of her capabilities. She ought to be screaming red and hightail it out of there, but the not-scared-stiff part wanted to experience this just once.
If only to draw a line under the sand, so that she could say with absolute conviction this was not for her, and tell all these perverts to go and take a hike. The only problem with that was, she was slowly beginning to realize that she might be just as much of a pervert.
After all, that’s what her mother had screamed at her when she’d found an eight-year-old Peyton tying up her Barbie dolls. Peyton flinched remembering that scene, and Pedro cupped her chin and was once again at her eye level.
“What hurts? Tell me.” The concern she read in his chestnut eyes gave her a nice warm glow inside, and she blinked away sudden tears.
“Nothing,” she said, and he continued to search her face with a deep frown, pulling his eyebrows together. “I was just remembering something, that’s all. It doesn’t matter.”
His frown deepened and the pressure on her chin increased.
“Let me be the judge of that. Tell me.”
His tone of voice brooked no argument, and she sighed.
“I just remembered that I used to tie up my dolls, okay? That’s all.” She couldn’t hold his gaze when she said that, and Pedro ran his hands through her hair, and yanked—hard. Pain shot through her scalp, and she cried out.
“That is clearly not all, and you will tell me now.”
He released his hold on her and then proceeded to massage her abused scalp, until pain morphed into something else entirely. Yes, he was at it again, confusing the hell out of her with his actions. A soft kiss to her neck followed, and his voice took on that soothing quality again that she could listen to for hours.
“Tell me, pequeña. What happened?”
Peyton blew out a frustrated puff, and he smiled. A tender, warm smile that made her feel all sorts of gooey inside. His Dom persona she could easily snark against. But not this side of him. She knew without anyone having told her that he very rarely showed this much tenderness to anyone, and that was dangerous territory. It made him too much like a man she could fall in love with. That random thought startled her into talking.
“My mother found them, freaked, and threw every one of them in the bin. She called me ‘a perverted little bitch’ and I was dragged to our local priest to be prayed over.”
Pedro drew in a sharp breath, and Peyton’s insides tightened at the flash of something that crossed his features, before he had himself back under control. Only the tic in his jaw gave him away. For some reason her little story affected him.
“Go, on,” he said. “What happened then?”
“I endured a lecture and my mum was advised to send me to the local nuns to be educated. My dad refused at first. He wasn’t Catholic, but he had to agree to have me brought up in the Faith, to enable him to marry Mum.”
Pedro grumbled something in Spanish under his breath, and he looked pissed as hell.
“Anyway, eventually he caved like he always did. Mum very much wore the trousers in our house, and I was shipped off to the good old nuns, and there I stayed until I turned eighteen. I only came home for the holidays. So, told you, not much to tell, all in all.”
A brief smile lit up Pedro’s features.
“Only why you thought of this right now.”
Heat rose in Peyton’s cheeks under his silent regard, and if she would have been able to shrug with her arms held down in restraints, she would have done.
“You’re not gonna let this go, are you, Sir?”
He shook his head, but his eyes blazed with approval at her calling him Sir. She didn’t even know why that had slipped out so easily. It just did.
“I was just thinking that I might be just as perverted as the rest of you.”
Pedro laughed and tapped her nose with his index finger.
“Finally, we’re getting somewhere, but watch who you’re calling ‘perverts.’” He winked at her, and Peyton smiled back at him.
A smile that slipped when he straightened, once again all demanding Dom, stepped away, and then reappeared with a ball gag in his hands.
“Did you think I’d forgotten, pequeña?”
Peyton couldn’t speak, her mouth too dry with sudden apprehension. He crouched low again until he was eye level with her and smiled. Peyton couldn’t help but think it was a rather sinister smile.
“Why am I gagging you, pequeña? Tell me why you deserved this punishment.”
It was on
the tip of her tongue to tell him to take a hike, but something in his gaze stopped her. A connection that hadn’t been there before, on the heels of which came the knowledge that he’d only been doing what she signed up for, and she had given him nothing but grief. By rights he ought to have chucked her out on her ear from the first talk they’d had on stage.
“I was rude, Sir.”
He nodded, his gaze burning brighter until she felt branded by his look alone.
“And?” he asked.
Peyton scrambled around in her brain for a suitable response. What would a sub in her naughty books say right now?
“Sorry, Sir?”
Still he waited, silently regarding her. His thumb stroked over the ball in the gag like a caress, and Peyton moaned, suddenly desperate to please him.
“Please punish me, Sir?” She hated the wobble in her voice, but clearly those were the words he’d been looking for, because he kissed her and then pushed the gag into her mouth.
Her stomach hollowed out when he fastened the thing behind her head.
“Good girl. As you ask me so nicely, it will give me utmost pleasure to mark that ass of yours.” He stepped away and caressed her ass cheeks lightly. Goose bumps broke out on her skin at the light touch, and then he pushed another jingly ball into her hand. Her nostrils flared, as she tried to get enough breath into her lungs.
“Relax, and breathe through your mouth, pequeña. The gag is designed for you to do that. It’s also rather handy for biting down on when I do this.”
He swatted her ass with enough force to grind her hips into the soft leather of the bench, and Peyton gasped around her gag and took a deep gulp of air. Pedro soothed the sting away.
“That’s my girl. Now, I’m going to adjust the kneepads for you to kneel on, and then I’m going to fasten your ankles. I want complete access to your lower half for this, so these.” He pinged her thong with a chuckle. “These, will have to go.”
Pedro twisted the material until it dug into her slit, and Peyton squirmed at the exquisite pleasure that shot through her when the action put pressure on her clit. He rubbed the sodden lace up and down her slit, until she was once again at the verge of coming and then ripped the thong off.
Peyton moaned long and hard and tried to grind her hips into the leather to get herself off, but another slap to her butt stopped her.
“Naughty girl. I told you you’re not coming until I let you.”
Amusement laced his voice mixed in with steel, and in the next second Peyton found first one leg and then the other lifted, until she indeed knelt on soft leather pads. The sound of Velcro rips filled the air as he attached her ankles to unseen restraints. Another restraint over her waist followed until she literally couldn’t move. With her legs spread wide, and her ass up in the air, she was helpless. Cool air rushed over her swollen folds and Peyton swallowed nervously around her gag. As much as she could anyway.
“That ball in your hand acts as your safeword while you’re gagged, pequeña. If it gets too much, drop it. Understood? Nod your head for me.”
Peyton nodded, and her whole body tensed when something warm touched her clit.
“Hmm, you taste delicious.” Pedro’s words confirmed her suspicions, as he licked up and down her slit. His fingers dug into her thighs with enough force to leave bruises, and then Peyton stopped thinking all together as he dug his tongue into her clenching pussy, and used a nail to circle her clit. Arousal flared into life so much hotter than before, and he withdrew again.
Before she could even catch her breath, he spanked her ass. Heat flared from her abused flesh, as he gave her no chance to recover in between blows. Hard and fast they rained down on a different part of her butt every time, until her behind was nothing but a hot stinging mass of sensations. The pain built in waves, and just as she was on the verge of dropping the ball, he stopped. Something clicked and then he held a buzzing vibrator against her clit, while massaging her sore ass with the other hand. Peyton strained against her restraints, but it was useless. She couldn’t move, and heat rolled over her skin, as she hurtled toward an orgasm so explosive it took her breath away, and she screamed around her gag. Still the vibrations against her clit continued, and Pedro pushed something smaller inside her pussy. Her internal walls clenched around the object, and it too started vibrating.
Pedro laughed as she tensed anew and tears ran down her face. Just before she could hurtle over another peak, he removed the vibrator from her oversensitive clit, yet the thing inside remained. Resting on her G-spot, it was just enough pressure to keep her hovering on the edge without going over, and Peyton cursed Pedro in her head.
“Did I give you permission to come?”
Peyton froze at the menacing tone behind that question, and she shook her head with a sense of doom.
“Well, I will just have to punish you some more. Flogger this time, I think.”
Before she could process what he’d said there was a rush of air and the dull thud of something hitting her ass. The flesh grew hot again, as thud after thud rained down. Over her ass, her thighs, her upper back, her arms and back to her ass. Peyton vaguely registered that the blows were getting harder. Two stingy swats hit her pussy and she jerked as her bubbling orgasm exploded into another release that left her hoarse from screeching.
Pedro kept on delivering swats to her backside, murmuring in Spanish in that soothing lilt of his that seemed to be her only anchor in a topsy-turvy world.
Pain raced through her scalp when he yanked her head up and studied her expression. Only it wasn’t pain exactly. With those ceaseless vibrations in her pussy, keeping her constantly on edge, and her whole body humming in delightful endorphins, it was more pleasure than anything. Peyton vaguely recognized the high she was floating in. It was not unlike the boost she got from exercising, only much more intense, and she didn’t usually orgasm on her treadmill. A giggle escaped her at the thought, and approval lit up Pedro’s features.
“That’s my girl.” His voice dropped lower still and somehow held more of an accent. “You may come as many times as you like in the next bit, pequeña.”
He winked at her and then showed her a paddle.
Instead of tensing at the first sharp sting across her butt, Peyton sank further into her blissful state as the paddle rained down on her ass and the vibrations inside of her kicked up a notch. Her orgasm built in waves, pulling her under into ecstasy so intense, she could only ride the sensations.
She moaned in denial when the paddling stopped and then shivered when Pedro stood in front of her again. The outline of his hard, erect cock was clearly visible through the denim of his jeans, and she wanted nothing more than to suck him off. It seemed Pedro wasn’t finished with her yet, though. He showed her his crop, and ran it up and down her arms.
“You’re doing so well, pequeña, I’m very proud of you. Let’s see how you fly with this.”
Pain raced through her at the first hard strikes of the crop, pain that morphed into a never-ending orgasm the longer he kept it up, and Peyton flew into pleasure so intense the world dimmed and she lost all sense of time. She simply existed for the next strike, the sound of Pedro’s voice, as he praised her, called her his pequeñita, and continued to hit her until she lost the grip on her ball.
The jingle jarred her out of her happy place, and she shook her head in denial. Instantly Pedro was there, and removed her gag.
Peyton moaned and whispered, “No, no, no, don’t stop. Didn’t mean to…no, please…oh god.”
Gentle fingers wiped her wet chin and pushed her perspiration-soaked hair out of her face, and then cool liquid touched her lips.
“Shhh, pequeñita, I know, but you’ve had enough for your first session. You did so very well, my sweet, brave girl.” The obvious approval in Pedro’s voice as he released her arms and then stepped around to do the same with her legs made yet more pleasure spike through her, and another orgasm raced through her when he gently removed the device from her pussy.
H
is fingers lingered, drawing slow circles around her clit, until the last of her aftershocks subsided and she slumped across the bench. Something cool swiped across her swollen folds, and then a warm blanket appeared around her shoulders, and the room tilted until she was sat on Pedro’s lap, cocooned by his warmth and strength. The pain from her ass faded into the background and served to ground her further. More liquid touched her lips and she drank eagerly at his gentle insistence. Peyton sighed and her eyes drifted shut on her own accord, as she floated away.
Chapter Four
Pedro held his precious burden and shook his head to clear it of the conflicting emotions bombarding him right now. He’d pushed his pequeñita hard, far harder than he would normally have done, and she would carry some spectacular bruises tomorrow. She’d been completely with him in the moment, but he couldn’t quell that little niggle of worry at the base of his spine.
Had he pushed her too far? All he did know was that he couldn’t just send her on her way. Not that she would be capable of going anywhere for a while yet. A soft, compliant, bundle of female curves in his arms, Peyton snored softly, her mouth slightly open. Even with mascara stains running down her flushed face, she still looked utterly beautiful to him. That control she hung onto so rigidly in her professional life obliterated by their play. Her submission ten times sweeter, because she fought so hard to admit who she truly was, to start with. He could only hope she wouldn’t retreat into her shell come the bright light of morning.
Pedro sighed, adjusted her to sit in his embrace more comfortably, and reached across to the table to grab the wet wipes he kept there. His playroom at the club like most of them had a cozy corner to provide aftercare. The leather settee they sat on was old and worn in by years of use. Pedro grinned to himself, as he recalled first seeing the piece of furniture at an antique’s store. The owner would probably have a fit if he knew where it had been positioned and used for the last five years.
Carefully, so as not to disturb her restorative sleep, he wiped all traces of makeup off her face and she stirred and snuggled further into his embrace. The trusting way she did so made his chest feel tight and he crunched his teeth in disgust at himself.
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