Tamed

by Stacey Kennedy

  He chuckled, then his feet in her line of vision disappeared and soft whispers arose around her. When the whispers stopped, Porter said with a voice layered with happiness, “Well, now, that pleases me.”

  When his warm hand pressed against her back, the oddest sense of familiarity rose, and she shivered. She didn’t have to look to know Porter touched her. That touch belonged only to her. His fingers tangled in her hair and he lifted her head, a smile spreading across his face. “Tell me what you did just a few moments ago with Master Dmitri.”

  “Changed my hard limits, sir.”

  “Why?”

  She might’ve blanched away from this question before. Not now. She owed Porter so much, not because he’d changed her—no, all he did was see her until she finally saw herself again. “I want to be in your arms, sir.”

  Something so very sweet and pure passed in the air, and his soft features reflected a man who had been given a special gift. “Ah, kitten, I want that, too. I’m pleased that you’re allowing yourself to experience a Dom doing what he does best.” Then all the warmth vanished, replaced by a firm expression. “Believe me, tonight you’ll need a little extra aftercare in the safety of my arms.” He released her hair, and then the sense they were no longer alone washed over her. She tilted her head to the side, and she noticed one thing.

  Only Doms stood around their scene, and as she regarded each one, she realized they were all Doms she had played with. From Sawyer to Miles to every other Dom in training that belonged to Club Sin.

  “Umm…” she managed.

  Porter stroked her bottom. “What do you need to say to them, kitten?”

  She studied the Doms frowning at her. The room suddenly got very small, though all the same she caught on to Porter’s plan. The point he wanted to make was obvious, and she felt almost foolish that she hadn’t anticipated this scene. She could safe-word out to avoid a situation she knew wouldn’t be exactly pleasing, but she realized she didn’t want to. She needed to make amends. “I’m sorry,” she whispered.

  “What was that?” Porter asked in a loud, strong voice.

  She cleared her throat and called, “I’m sorry.”

  “Better,” Porter replied, rubbing her bottom with light swirls of his fingers. “Being rude and disrespectful demands apologies.” He squatted in front of her again and took her face in his hands. She became lost in the safety of his warmth as he added, “You need to leave the past behind and start fresh. That will happen now. It begins with gaining forgiveness from those you’ve insulted.”

  She couldn’t help but shiver in need under the hardness in his voice. While this was a punishment of sorts, she also saw in the intensity of his features that this was a way to free herself from the woman she’d once been in Club Sin. Porter was forcing every Dom here to feel her apology, just as he had done with her.

  Things would change after tonight, and she wanted them to. “Yes, sir.”

  He inclined his head, brushing his finger over her cheek, and then he rose. She could only see his feet standing there as he called, “One swat from anyone she has been bratty with, and I request that you add one clothespin on her thigh and up her side.” Kenzie shivered against the assault of images invading her. She assumed Porter would use a zipper tonight, which was numerous clothespins attached to a string. A string that he could grasp and yank, pulling all the clothespins off in one quick sweep.

  He kept his hand on her back, almost as if telling her he was there to protect her. “This is her apology and we will all hear it tonight.”

  Unease drifted through her, as did hot excitement. She didn’t want anyone else touching her, only Master Porter, though she knew why he did this now. He wanted all of Club Sin to see her how he saw her. The rich arousal forming between her thighs came from the thought of adding pain to her pleasure. She knew, without a doubt, that no one would be gentle with her. This was a way of forgiveness. This was a way for them to put aside their irritation at her. This was a punishment for her insolence.

  Porter slid his hand over Kenzie’s wet heat and her eyes fluttered closed. She knew why he touched her now. She required pleasure before pain, telling her that he suspected the next moments with the Doms would bring extensive pain. Without any hesitation, he slid his fingers deep inside her and began moving them, hard and fast. As he’d proven time and time again, he brought her to orgasm within a few short minutes. The Dom excelled at withholding orgasms, yet he also proved himself capable of delivering them, too.

  She screamed out her release, and in that instant his hand vanished. Without the chance to even recover from her orgasm, the first slap came and was much harder than she’d expected. She shouted in shock, her muscles tightening and fists clenching. Her skin burned as Master Sawyer grasped her hair and raised her head, saying with a stern voice, “I forgive you.”

  Unexpected tears welled in her eyes. “Thank you, sir.”

  Heady emotions rushed wildly out of control as Sawyer added one clothespin at her rib cage. The hot pinch came first, which quickly morphed into pleasure, as it always did. While Kenzie required pleasure before pain, this pain was pleasurable. Then she felt the weight of the other clothespins resting on her back for the other Doms to attach, telling her the thoughts of a zipper were accurate.

  Her breath hitched as another slap landed right on top of the last one and an “I forgive you” followed shortly after. Then another swat came, followed by a clothespin being added to her skin, and another, and another…until Kenzie was sobbing and her “Thank you, sir” was being shouted through Club Sin.

  —

  By the time the last Dom had given Kenzie a slap and added the final clothespin, she had clothespins from her rib cage all the way down her thigh. She was gasping and sobbing. Porter expected this scene would be therapeutic for her. Her ass was bright red, and while to some it would seem painful, Porter knew Kenzie was loving it. She wasn’t moving away from the swats, she was arching into them.

  He also believed that this would be a turning point for Kenzie. She needed to feel this forgiveness from all the Doms she had insulted, and she needed to stop being seen as Club Sin’s brat. She also needed to show weakness in the club and trust that others would be there only for her. He hoped from this day on, that would happen.

  He ran his hand over her hot bottom, feeling her quaking beneath his touch. Mine. He had no expectations for tonight, but he and the Club Sin Masters had made a plan. He’d asked another submissive to play along, and she had agreed. He’d also asked Master Aidan to watch Kenzie when she entered Club Sin to see her response. If she reacted with jealousy, that confirmed this wasn’t friendship between them. Though what he hadn’t expected was that Kenzie planned to change her hard limits on her own.

  Apparently, Kenzie had already been one step ahead of him, and he wondered why that was. His gaze drifted to Cora sitting next to Aidan on the couch, and he noticed her wiping a tear from her eye. Deep in his gut, he suspected Cora had something to do with Kenzie changing her hard limits tonight, but at the moment his entire focus went to Kenzie.

  He admired the lace corset and garter, with her ass looking perfect and available to him, and there was lightness in his chest. Rightness. Love happened in strange ways, he thought. Kenzie had been there right in front of him the entire time, and he hadn’t seen her, not until he’d touched her. Now that he knew where she belonged, at his side, he wouldn’t let another day pass when she wasn’t right there.

  “This body is all mine now. No one touches you again.” He slapped her ass and she shrieked in pain, yet she trembled with the effects of pleasure, too. “Your soul is mine. Your heart is mine. Your submission is mine.”

  “Yours, sir,” she gasped.

  He kept his hand on his back, showing her he was there with her, and he reached for the cane. With Kenzie already taken so high, he couldn’t slow the intensity of the scene. He had to take it one step further, so he moved in closer, running his hand between her thighs. His cock hardened as dampnes
s brushed across his hand. He pumped his fingers inside her, not playing around, and giving her a release to shed the edge.

  Within seconds, she arched against the bindings, her fists tightened and her head raised from hanging over the bench. Her musky scent tightened his groin as she gave the most beautiful quivering orgasm, her cum squirting against his hand. Though he wanted to give her more, and he wasn’t nearly done with her, not even close.

  He slid his damp hand down her back, moving in behind her. She still gave him delightful tremors as he raised the cane and slapped her thigh. Her scream rang out through Club Sin and it pulled him in so tightly his entire focus zeroed in on her.

  A thin line instantly formed on her thigh, and a smile rose to his face. Now she wore his markings. Now she deserved them. He ignored where he’d hit before, and the cane licked her other thigh, leaving a dark purple line. There was almost no sound, except the noises she made and the slap of the cane. The only scent he drew in belonged to Kenzie. The only focus he had was her. Now he began the dance between a Dom and a sub to show Kenzie just how high he could take her.

  Subspace, an altered psychological state much like a hypnotic state. Both pain and pleasure used together trigger endorphins taking a submissive on a euphoric journey, leaving them to experience a floating feeling. Where there was no room for anything else but sensation. Where Kenzie lost herself completely, fully being in his care to keep her safe and protect her.

  The cane flicked wildly over her skin, and not until purple and red marks covered her bottom and thighs did he stop. She wasn’t screaming anymore, she was in a dreamlike state in which her pain tolerance had been increased. Her breathing was fine, and she gave him all the signs that she was still in a good place.

  He wouldn’t stop now. He planned to take her even higher.

  Behind her, he dropped his pants and his boxer briefs, then held his hard cock in his hand. With his free hand, he laced his fingers in her hair and pulled her head back. Christ, she was so stunning now. She wasn’t after a way to run and hide from pain but, instead, offered her submission to him freely.

  In his hold, under his command, Kenzie was tamed.

  Driven by passion and desire, he grabbed the butt plug off the tray next to him and lathered it in lube, as well as added some gel to her anus. Then he slowly pushed it deep inside her, and Kenzie moaned. He positioned his cock at her wet entrance and then pushed his hand down on her bottom, putting her body into the sensation of being completely controlled by him.

  Kenzie was his.

  He grasped her hair again to examine her and tilted her head a little, finding her eyes completely glazed over, so lost in subspace that it pulled him right into Domspace, making his body tingle from head to toe. His mind became attuned to her. He lost sight of all around him, feeling sensations with her, experiencing this moment right alongside her.

  Pressing his hand against her bottom, he entered her with one fluid stroke and fucked her in no way he’d ever fucked any submissive. This was a statement. This was a declaration of his ownership. He branded her with his body, leaving no trace of any other man. She belonged to him in every sense of the word. She showed him things she’d never showed anyone. Now he laid that dominance on her body.

  Mine.

  Her tight heat squeezed him as the butt plug only made her inner walls strangle his cock. Skin slapped against skin as sweat from his forehead landed on her back. He figured the welts on her bottom were only reactivated by his pelvis banging against her sexy ass. Every thrust he made tightened her cunt a little more, until she became a vise against him, instantly accelerating his climax.

  He didn’t bother asking her to request her orgasm. She was incapable of talking now, and he wasn’t sure he could, either. Instead, he grabbed her ass, pressing firmly against any of the welts there. In that very second, she was moaning deeply with her orgasm. Each convulsion she gave around him pulled at his release. Her liquid heat coating his cock made him want to blow right there, but he, again, wanted to give her more.

  When her cunt stopped convulsing around him, he withdrew, then pulled the butt plug out, placing it on a towel on the tray. He moistened his cock with lube and angled himself, instantly pushing through her tight knot. She trembled beneath him, and he groaned at how her body hugged his cock so firmly.

  He thrust slower now, a little gentler, yet the effect was all the same, spiraling him into unknown pleasures. His cock disappeared into her ass, and he grunted, relishing in her beauty. How she allowed him to take her this way. There was no part of her body that he didn’t own tonight. No space inside her that now didn’t belong to him.

  Her shuddering intensified, indicating to him that she likely hadn’t come down from orgasm yet, but in fact was now taken higher. As her screams of impending release rang out around him, his climax rose with little warning. Though he needed her to crash over the edge with him.

  Fighting off his climax for only a second longer, he grabbed the zipper of clothespins, and in those blissful moments before his cum shot from his cock, he yanked them off. Her scream was different this time. More powerful. More honest. Glorious ecstasy. He blew in that very second, his cum spilling inside her with a statement all on its own. He was now so very deep inside her, where he planned to stay forever.

  His muscles surged with power and he roared as he bucked and jerked, losing himself in the intensity. All his strain vanished. All the worry for her evaporated. The only thing remaining was a growing love for this woman.

  By the time his cock stopped pulsing, he was drenched in sweat, as was she. He slowly pulled out of her, and she squeaked in protest as if she wanted him to stay right there. Of course, he wanted the same, but tonight had been intense enough for both of them. Feeling slightly dizzy, he cleaned his cock with the wet facecloth and also wiped her anus. Then he re-dressed and set to removing her from the ropes.

  Once the last rope fell free, someone cleared their throat. He looked up, wiping the sweat off his brow. Only now did he remember he was in Club Sin, and he discovered every member was watching their scene. He noticed that Sawyer held a fuzzy blanket in his hand. Porter accepted it with a smile and then returned his focus to Kenzie, as she hung over the spanking bench, even though the ropes had been removed.

  His markings remained on her bottom and thigh, as they would for a few days. She was perfect. Beautiful. She looked like his as he gathered her off the spanking bench into his arms and wrapped the blanket around her.

  He wasted no time moving to the nearest couch. Ignoring everyone around him as he rested her on his lap, placing his chin on her head. Time passed, but he wasn’t sure how many minutes ticked by as they recovered. Though he noticed his skin had dried and his breath returned to normal, as did hers, telling him they’d been there a while.

  When she moved against him, she winced, likely from his markings. Makeup ran down her face and her hair was in complete disarray. None of that mattered. She was beautiful Kenzie, and he was enraptured.

  She gave him the same expression she did when she was reading. Peace and happiness shone in the depths of her eyes. “Hold me. Don’t let go” was all she whispered.

  Elation stole every other emotion inside of him. He might have given much to Kenzie, but she had given him so much more. This sensation of experiencing something bigger than himself made him feel whole. He wasn’t a Dom to dominant women. He was the perfect Dom for this woman, and what he gave her made her happy.

  He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss upon her lips. “Kitten, from the moment I took you into my arms I never planned to let you go.”

  Epilogue

  One month had passed and Kenzie decided Cupid wasn’t so bad after all. Things with Porter were good. Really good. She had a boyfriend, and she still couldn’t believe it, but at the same time she didn’t question it, either. Things were moving slowly between them, though it seemed so natural that it didn’t matter. They spent their nights together and their weekends together, too. In fact, there wasn’
t a day that they’d been apart.

  What she liked most about being with Porter was that they lived in the here and now and never discussed her past. Until one night, while lying in the safety of his arms in bed, he asked what happened with her mother and sister, and she had told him all of it. Porter had stayed silent, only listening to her story, and then he held her until she went to sleep. After that night, Porter never mentioned it again, but he often asked about the happy times in her life. The happy moments with her mother, her sister, and Gran.

  It made her remember more of those moments, too.

  Porter drove along the tree-lined street, and she couldn’t help but twine her hands in her lap. In the past weeks Porter wanted to know everything about her, and that’s what drew them to the low-income housing near Spring Valley. Her throat tightened when she spotted the tiny white house on the corner lot. “It’s that one there.”

  Porter pulled over to the curb and then cut the ignition, staring at the house before turning to her with a smile. “This is where you grew up?”

  “Pretty, isn’t it?” Kenzie said with a snort.

  Porter shrugged, giving the house a quick glance. “Your mom did what she could raising two girls on her own. I imagine that couldn’t have been easy.” He opened his car door and exited, and Kenzie quickly followed.

  Over the past weeks he had a way of showing the bright side to a situation and that was helping Kenzie see the world in a different light. It helped her remember the good times when she was just a kid, living a happy life.

  She stepped onto the sidewalk and noticed the tree in the backyard still had her and Joslyn’s swing. The rope had been changed and the seat was not the same, but she couldn’t help but smile, seeing it was still there. She hoped another kid had many wonderful memories of swinging on that tree.

  The slight breeze brushed across her as Porter stepped in behind her, wrapping his arms around her. “That swing is special to you?”