McKenzie, Cooper - Taming Blaze [Club Esoteria 8] (Siren Publishing Classic)

by Cooper McKenzie

Blaze continued watching the ribbon as he slowly and carefully rolled the length of ribbon around one hand. When he was finished, he laid it on the bed between them.

  “If you decide you want to continue under my command and control, you will wear this red ribbon around your neck tonight, along with as little else as you feel comfortable wearing to the club. Do you understand?”

  Blaze’s eyes remained locked on the ribbon. “Yes, Sir,” she answered softly, though she wanted to beg him to tie it on her here and now.

  “Good, kitten. I will see you at the club at nine o’clock tonight, and I hope you are wearing this.” He patted the ribbon, then leaned over and kissed her cheek. “Take it easy today, and no getting yourself off.”

  Blaze remained frozen as he stood and walked out. A moment later, the front door opened and then closed again. Picking up the ribbon, she held it to her nose and smelled Master Z’s scent still on it. Then she wondered how she was ever going to keep from playing with herself until she saw him at the club in twelve hours.

  Chapter 12

  Blaze laid her red stilettos on the counter then quickly unbuttoned her coat with one eye on the clock. Eight forty-seven. For the first time in recent memory, she was early for an appointment. She only hoped she would not have to wait long for Master Z to arrive and claim her.

  “Wow, Blaze, that’s one hell of an outfit you’re almost wearing,” Gentry said as he took her coat. “If I wasn’t gay and already spoken for…”

  “Too bad, sweetie, but you lost your chance,” she said with a laugh as she looked down at herself.

  Master’s orders were to wear as little as she was comfortable with. He did not yet realize that if he had told her to show up wearing only the red ribbon, she would have done that, just because he had ordered it.

  As he had instructed, she had spent the day thinking about her life and the radical changes that had taken place in it during the past week. Though she considered not showing up at all for a few minutes, it had been a very few minutes, especially when her heart clenched with pain at the option. So here she was, hoping she would not throw herself at Andy as soon as she saw him and beg him to be her Master, her man, and her love.

  Taking a deep breath, she stepped through into the main room of the club. She scanned the crowd, but did not see Master Z in the room. Not sure what else to do, she headed for the uncollared subs area.

  She had barely sat down on one of the couches when he appeared in the hallway at the back of the room that led to the restrooms. As soon as his eyes caught hers, she pushed off the couch and assumed the slave position. The only difference was she kept her head up and gaze locked on his.

  She tried to keep her breathing controlled as the plug still in her ass shifted, and her pussy gushed in preparation for her Master.

  She watched him as he stopped at the bar. He still looked at her even as he held a short conversation with Master Taurus, who was working the bar. He sipped at his drink then lifted a hand and made a “come here” motion with two fingers.

  Rising with a quick inhalation of air as the plug shifted again, reminding her of what was to come, she walked toward her Master with her head held high and her shoulders back, hoping he enjoyed and approved of the outfit she had chosen.

  The red thong matched the ribbon he had left on the bed perfectly. The heart-shaped red pasties she had fashioned that afternoon covered little more than her nipples and glittered with sequins.

  When she reached his side, she knelt and lowered her face to the floor.

  “Good evening, Master,” she said softly.

  “Good evening, kitten,” he returned as his hand slid under her hair and cupped the back of her neck, a finger flicking at the ribbon she wore. “Are you sure you’re wearing this ribbon in the right place?”

  “Yes, Master. It is an honor to wear your ribbon around my neck.”

  “Uh-huh,” he grunted as his hand left her neck then took one end of the ribbon, untied it, and pulled it from her neck.

  “Master? Are you not pleased? Did I do something wrong?” She blinked back sudden tears at the thought that he had changed his mind.

  “No, kitten, you did everything perfectly.” He ran a palm over the top of her head. “But the ribbon was only a symbol of your acceptance of my terms. For the next hour or more as we get your punishment out of the way, you won’t need it.”

  Blaze did not understand what he meant, but remained silent.

  Instead of explaining or moving forward to her punishment, he returned to his conversation with Taurus. Finally, he touched her head.

  “Come along, kitten. It’s time.”

  Blaze stood up and waited as her Master accepted his bag from Taurus. Then he took her hand and led her toward the back of the room. For a moment, she thought they were headed to the sitting area they had used last week, but instead, he took her to the play station next to it. Several heavy chains hung, attached to the ceiling and floor. Additional lengths and types of chain hung on the wall.

  She stood quietly and watched as Master Z took out several coils of rope and a pair of cuffs. When he had laid everything out to his satisfaction, he turned to her.

  “Wrists.”

  Without hesitation, she held her wrists out and tried not to get excited as he secured the cuffs around them. He then took her hand and guided her to stand between two of the chains facing the room. He hooked the cuffs so her arms spread wide with her hands slightly higher than her shoulders.

  Once she was secure, he walked to the edge of the area where Taurus now stood holding a wicked-looking, red flogger in one hand and a black, short-tailed whip in the other. Blaze watched wide-eyed as Master Z took the flogger and flicked it against his leg before nodding. He then took the whip and turned away from the crowd that was gathering to slash it toward the back of the area, well away from anyone or anything.

  He wielded it with an expertise that sent shivers through her. From the way he’d treated her during their time together, she figured he had no knowledge of such things. But by his short display, she was obviously mistaken in her assumption.

  With a nod toward Taurus, he then turned back to her with a smile that said she was about to have a night she would remember for days to come. Instead of starting right in on punishing her, he carried the two toys and came to stand in front of her, with his back to her.

  “You see before you a naughty submissive,” he said, addressing the crowd. “While her motives were altruistic, she disobeyed her Dominant twice yesterday, causing undo worry and concern. Tonight she will be punished for her disobedient ways.”

  The crowd murmured softly as he turned to face her. She searched his expression, but his face was Dom blank as he smoothed the kinks out of it.

  “What’s your safe word, kitten?” he asked as he swished the flogger and whip in a manner that she found unnerving.

  “Red, Master,” she said softly.

  “Is there anything you want to say to me before we begin?”

  “I love you,” Blaze said without hesitation.

  Master Z stared at her for a handful of heartbeats, as if determining the truth of her statement. Then he walked away out of sight.

  She looked over the crowd and found her friends watching with interest. Until now, being watched during a scene had never bothered her. With other Doms, she could block out everything—the pain, the crowd, even the man applying the punishment. Tonight though, she found herself unable to step back.

  She was so lost in thought that Master slapping her left ass cheek caught her by surprise. He was not using the flogger, but his hand, but it landed hard enough to force a cry from her. After that, the subsequent slaps came fast, each one harder than the last. First her left cheek, and then her right. She mentally counted the smacks, surprised when he stopped at ten. Then he ran a gentle hand over the abused skin, his touch soothing the pain away. Then she felt the air move as he walked away again.

  The crowd murmured with disappointment before wandering away. She frow
ned in confusion. Was he finished already?

  A moment later, Master Z stood in front her, blocking the rest of the room from her view.

  “Now, kitten of mine, you know another of my secrets. I can apply punishment when the situation calls for it, and I do know how to use a flogger and whip. Are you still willing to place yourself under my command? To be my submissive until it no longer works between us?”

  Blaze blinked away the tears. “No, Master. I want to be your submissive forever. I love you, Andrew Maxwell Zimmerman, my Master Z.”

  * * * *

  Andy stared down at the little woman who now filled his heart. He had hated using pain on her. He much preferred to torture by excessive pleasure. Reaching between her legs, he was not surprised to find her pussy dry as a bone. After all, even though she tried to convince herself and others differently, she really was not a pain slut.

  “And will you wear my collar, little kitten?”

  Blaze smiled and nodded. “It would be my honor, Master.”

  Andy found himself grinning as his heart raced. Instead of pulling out the collar in his pocket and placing it around her neck, he unhooked her wrists from the chains.

  “Return the flogger and whip to Master Taurus,” he ordered as he went to pack the rest of his gear.

  “Yes, Master.”

  As he stuffed his ropes back into the bag, he watched her hurry to the bar where Taurus was back at work. She politely called Taurus over as she laid the toys of pain on the bar. He responded, and she nodded before turning and returning as quickly as she could with her ass still stuffed full of plug.

  Damn but she was beautiful in her red thong and pasties. He could hardly wait to get her upstairs and alone.

  He adjusted the erection that had bloomed at her declaration of love and only grown harder since. If he did not get them alone and naked soon, he was going to come in his jeans, which was the last thing he wanted to do.

  “Master Taurus says you may borrow his toys anytime you wish,” Blaze said when she was by his side again.

  “I hope that won’t happen again anytime soon. I hope my kitten learned her lesson this time,” Master Z said.

  He stood and picked up his bag then not-so-gently patted Blaze’s ass cheeks, earning a gasp from the woman as he heated up the area that he knew had to still be sore from the spanking.

  Taking her hand in his, they headed to the stairs that led to the second floor with the private rooms. Blaze stopped when they reached the bottom of the stairs. When he turned to her, she looked frightened.

  “Kitten? What’s wrong?”

  “I’ve never been upstairs before. I’ve never scened with a Dom anywhere but the main room,” she said.

  “That’s not true, little one. We scened in the middle of the woods. We scened in my truck just behind the firehouse. We even played over the phone when you were lying in your bed,” he pointed out.

  She nodded even as she bit her lip with what he could tell was nervousness.

  “But those didn’t feel like just scenes. They felt like…more,” she admitted softly.

  Andy grinned as he released her hand and wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her in for a hug. “That’s because they were more. Our scenes together are not just about exchanging power or sexual satisfaction. Our scenes have always been about love.”

  Blaze looked up at him as she contemplated his insight. Then she nodded. “Yes, I guess they have.”

  “So, how about we go upstairs and love some more?” Andy asked as his hand slid down her spine and between her ass cheeks to press against the end of the plug.

  Chapter 13

  “Ooooh, Master. Yes, please.”

  Blaze stepped back before grabbing his hand and pulling him up the stairs to the balcony. She could not wait to be alone with her Master. He led the way to the third door down the hall and opened it with the key he pulled from his pocket. Opening the door, she was surprised to see the room appeared to be a luxurious hotel room and not at all what she expected from a playroom in a sex club.

  She walked into the room and froze, not sure how to proceed from there. She heard Master Z close the door and flip a lock. Then he dropped his bag.

  Turning, she met glowing amber eyes and a confidently dominant smile. She felt her own smile wavering on her lips, no doubt broadcasting her nervousness.

  “Undress me,” he ordered with a wink.

  Having a task settled Blaze’s suddenly jumpy nerves. She knelt and drew off his boots and socks, bending low and kissing the tops of his feet once they were bare. She carefully opened his jeans, figuring he had gone commando under them. He did not disappoint her. His erection popped out at her as soon as she opened his zipper. She kissed the head, tasting his salty, tangy pre-cum.

  Once she pushed his jeans down his legs, she helped him step out of them. Then she rose and pushed his leather vest off his shoulders. After gathering his clothes, she neatly folded them before placing them on the dresser across the room.

  “Now you,” he said, crossing his arms over his chest.

  In seconds, she was naked as well. She returned and knelt before her Master, assuming the slave position. When she dropped her face to stare at his toes, he tapped the top of her head.

  “Eyes on me, kitten. Always on me when we are alone like this,” he said.

  “Yes, Master,” she responded, lifting her face to his.

  “You are so gloriously perfect that I’m ready to shoot already,” he said through clenched teeth. “Suck my cock.”

  Blaze sucked in a breath at the heat and arousal his gentle order sent through her. Her nipples beaded, and her pussy gushed juices as her ass muscles clenched around the plug still filling her.

  Wrapping one hand around the base of his cock and taking his balls in the other, she parted her lips and took the head of his cock between them. She smiled around his cock when he hissed as she began to work his cock.

  Less than a minute later, he stepped back, pulling from her attentions. “On the bed, faceup.”

  She scrambled to do his bidding, her pussy juices now wetting her upper thighs as she crawled across the large mattress and moved into position. She has barely settled in place when he joined her.

  Bending her knees, he pushed them to her chest. Then he took a pillow from the head of the bed and, after lifting her hips higher, slid the pillow in place underneath them. Then he took his cock and brushed it over her clit, and then down to her open pussy.

  They both sucked in breaths when he pressed his cock halfway into her pussy. She moaned a protest when he pulled it out again.

  “Shhh, kitten. While I know that hole is magic, that is not what this is about. Now,” he said, taking the base of the butt plug and playing with it, pressing it, and pulling it out partway. “Are you ready to give me this one? The one no other man has ever breeched?”

  Blaze nodded. “Yes, Master. Please. Fuck. My. Ass.”

  She pulled in a deep breath as he slowly pulled the plug from her ass. Having worn it all day, she suddenly felt empty with it gone. But a moment later, Master’s cockhead slipped through the ring of muscles, stretching them even more than the plug had.

  She began to pant as he pressed slowly deeper and deeper until she felt the hairs that surrounded the base of his cock brush against her cleft.

  “Kitten? You okay?” Master Z asked through gritted teeth.

  Blaze could not answer, so she nodded.

  “Deep breath, little one,” he said. He continued to hold himself still until she took several deep breaths and relaxed.

  “You’re so damn tight,” he said as he eased back then began a slow, steady in and out.

  The nerves in her ass ignited and sent fire straight to her clit. In seconds, her arousal flared through her like gasoline tossed on a campfire. Staring deep into Master’s eyes, she saw that he was close behind her as his hips began to move faster. In seconds her orgasm slammed through her, and she screamed.

  Master’s roar of release
followed instantly as he slammed home one last time and held steady. His cock twitched and pulsed inside her, flipping her into a second orgasm.

  The world went rosy as her orgasm pulsed around and over and through her. When her thoughts straightened themselves out, she found herself cuddled against Andy’s chest with his arms and legs wrapped around her as if he was protecting her from the world.

  “Oh. My. God.” She kissed his chest between each word.

  “Uh-huh,” he said in return, kissing the top of her head and hugging her even closer.

  “Where’s my collar?” she asked when her lips were able to form words again.

  “Around your neck, right where it belongs,” Andy replied, sounding smug.

  Blaze lifted one hand to her throat and was shocked to find that at some point he had, indeed, placed his sign of ownership on her. It felt different than the ones she had seen on other submissives.

  Slipping from his hold, she left the bed and went to the mirror across the room. The collar was a black-and-red knotted collar that fit perfectly at the base of her neck. Turning, she smiled at the man still lying across the bed.

  “It’s beautiful,” she said. “Thank you, Master.”

  “I love you, kitten. Now, this is your play collar. Tomorrow we’ll go shopping for something sparkly for you to wear every day,” he said, rolling to his back and stretching. “Now come show me how much you love being tamed by this firefighter.”

  “As you wish, Master.” Blaze ran across the room and threw herself on top of the man she planned to love the rest of her life.

  THE END

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  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Cooper McKenzie always thought she had been born a hundred years too late, but appreciates air conditioning, computers, and other conveniences of modern day living. She enjoys the slower pace of New Bern, North Carolina, as well as the history and small town community found there. In addition to dreaming up her next story, Cooper enjoys reading everything except scary books, singing in her church choir, and needle-weaving.