End Zone (Game Plan Series Book 3)

by Breanna Hayse

  When in your Little, be spontaneous and do whatever comes naturally, even if it results in some consequences.

  He accepted her openly as she climbed on his lap and cried into his neck. He rocked her and cooed, encouraging her to sink deeper into the place of trust and safety. When she had finally quieted, she was curled up in a tiny ball against his torso.

  “I’m sorry,” she sniffed, laying her cheek on his shoulder.

  “You’re forgiven, Baby,” he said, kissing the top of her head as he continued to hold her.

  “My tummy hurts.”

  “Why?”

  “’Cuz I’m scared,” she confessed. “The thought of this spanking is making me sick.”

  “Then stop thinking about it. I’m not going to spank you.”

  She lifted her head to stare in disbelief. “But I broke your rule.”

  “What’s the purpose of a spanking?”

  “To teach a lesson, so I don’t do bad things,” she said, wiping her face with the back of her hand. He took a handkerchief from the pocket of his dinner jacket.

  “Blow.” He held it to her nose. “Are you going to be rude to me again?”

  “No, Sir. I disappointed you, and I hate myself for it.”

  “We all make mistakes. We just need to take care not to repeat them. Tell me the truth—will you be able to forgive yourself if I don’t spank you?”

  “Yes!” She slung her arms around his neck and covered his face with kisses. “Thank you! I just don’t understand why you’re letting me go.”

  “Subs,” he grunted. “I’m not spanking you because you did exactly what I asked you to do. In fact, I’m very proud of you.”

  “You are? I don’t understand?”

  “You obeyed my request when you didn’t try to be a grown-up. From stealing the golf balls with Elias, being mouthy at the table, and then climbing up on my lap, you stayed in your Little. Even now, you’re clinging to me like a monkey.”

  “You know about the golf balls?”

  “I have eyes and ears everywhere on this island, Sweetheart. Nothing escapes me.”

  “He’s not going to be in trouble, is he?”

  “No.” Dorian laughed. “You’re as good for him as he is for you. I haven’t seen him play like this in a long time. Just watch your tongue, okay?”

  “Yes, Sir.” She hugged him again.

  “I am sending you to bed without dessert, though. Tomorrow, I’ll take you to see the doctor. I don’t want any problems or attitudes, either.”

  “I hate the doctor.”

  “Dr. Paige is very nice and the Maids love him. He’s just going to check you out and see if there is a way we can plump you up a little.”

  “I don’t wanna plump up,” she pouted. “I don’t know why you think it’s so important. There’s no reason for it.”

  “Your health is an important reason. There is also the fact that all the men who care for you like having something to smack. I like keeping Merry curvy because seeing her backside jiggle when I spank her makes me happy.”

  “She’s gorgeous.”

  “Yes, she is.”

  “Krissy is curvy. Is that why Bryon wants her more than me? Will Robby want her, too?”

  “You and Krissy are not in competition, Sweetie. Those boys love you more than life itself, which is why they brought you here. Do you feel that I’m distracted by the thoughts of someone else right now?”

  “No. It feels like there’s nobody else except us. It’s different with Robby and Daddy.”

  “It will all work out, but you have to trust me. Promise that you’ll be a good girl for me tomorrow.”

  “I promise, Uncle Dorian. I want to make you proud.”

  “You already do. Let’s go to your room, and I’ll tuck you in.”

  After he kissed her good-night and left the room, Cassie smiled as she cuddled her stuffie. She truly understood why everyone held the Whip Master in such high regard. Dorian Graye was more than pure power—he was pure love.

  ****

  “Are you sure you don’t want me to take Cassandra to the doctor?” Merry offered the next morning as she rubbed her naked body against her husband.

  “You just want to jump his bones, you little nympho. You’re grounded from pleasure, remember?” Dorian chuckled as he grabbed the curve of her bottom and squeezed. “I’ll do it. I have something in mind. I do need you to talk with Rob and Byron about the deeper dynamics and run through scenarios with them.”

  “Gladly. I’m glad they got here before things got worse for them.”

  “Me, too. Oh, yes, don’t you owe me something for mouthing off yesterday? Get to it.”

  “My pleasure, Master.” Merry threw the blankets back and eagerly ran her lips along the curve of his mouth, under his chin, and down the muscles of his chest and taunt belly. She paused to contemplate the tip of his long cock that begged for her attention. A sound of contentment rumbled in his throat as her hot mouth covered the thick head. Her tongue played along each ridge, alternatively licking and sucking as she gradually eased his length into her throat. She withdrew and used her hot breath to tease him before swallowing him again. Her tongue swirled around the velvety flesh before tightening her lips and sucking while pumping him in and out of her mouth.

  He grabbed the sheets and clenched his teeth. “Your technique becomes even more magical every time you do this to me.”

  "Really?" Merry asked, releasing him from her wet grip. “Are you saying you like this?”

  “Stop teasing me and get back to work,” he snarled, grabbing a fist of her red hair and pulling her face back to his aching manhood.

  “Like this?” she asked, engulfing his fullness as she stroked the inside of his thigh and gently scratched and squeezed his heavy, smooth sac. She withdrew again and pulled his balls through her lips.

  “You’re incredible,” he hissed, his body tensing.

  “Yes, I know,” she said in agreement before suddenly sitting up. “I love you!”

  “Get your ass back here!” he ordered as she slid off the bed and wiggled her backside on the way to the bathroom.

  “If you want this ass, I guess you’re going to have to get up and get it yourself.”

  “Fuck!” he growled, quickly following and grabbing her hair. “On your knees! Hands behind your back! Now finish sucking me off!”

  Merry smirked and positioned herself as ordered, spreading her legs so he could see the puddle of juice that dripped from her pussy. “What if I don’t want to?”

  "You little brat. Bend over and spread your cheeks."

  “Why would I do that? I thought I was grounded from pleasure.”

  “I can fuck you without letting you come.” He pushed her face to the floor and held her wrists together at the small of her back.

  “Bet you can’t,” she taunted.

  With one smooth lunge, he impaled her body and sunk into her wetness. Plunging roughly in and out, he increased his speed to ensure that he came before she did. Tiny bruises formed on her hips where he dug his fingers, and he growled as her strong muscles grasped and then released his shaft.

  “You better not come,” he warned.

  “Try and stop me!” she challenged him. “Harder.”

  “Don’t. You. Dare. Come!”

  “Too late. FUCK!” She shrieked as she came at the same time he released his load into the back of her womb. He rested his chest on her back to catch his breath and then smacked her heartily on the thigh as he pulled out.

  “You’re a brat.”

  “Thank you.” She stayed in place with her bottom in the air. “Would you like to punish me for it?”

  “I might. Where’s the hairbrush?”

  “Nonononooooo. You know that’s the only implement that I loathe.” She jumped to her feet as she shook her head.

  “I need to remember that. Let’s take a shower and get dressed. We’re meeting the Johnson’s for breakfast.”

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  “Eat
your breakfast, Cassandra,” Dorian commanded, pointing to her plate.

  “But it’s oatmeal!”

  “So?”

  “I hate oatmeal. It makes me want to puke.”

  “It’s good for you.”

  She lifted an eyebrow and looked at his plate. “If it’s so good for you, how come you get Eggs Benedict?”

  “She got you on that, D.” Elias laughed, kissing Cassie’s cheek as he sat next to her. “Sorry, I’m late. The power went out in the practice room right as the trainees arrived.”

  “I thought Rob and Bryon were going to meet us here. Did they get a chance to eat?” Merry asked.

  “Yes, Mommy-Dearest. I had the Maids bring them a feast. They asked for some extra time to study the manuals for electric play. How’s your bottom this morning? You don’t seem to be squirming much,” he asked Cassie.

  “I didn’t spank her.”

  “What?” both Elias and Merry exclaimed.

  “I got what I wanted from her and made the decision based on my judgment,” Dorian said with a shrug.

  “You’re getting soft, old man.”

  “I’m not obligated to explain my decisions to you or anyone else in the Manor.”

  “Damn, you’re grumpy. The rest of us always suffer when you take sex away from Merry.”

  “That’s not the reason he’s grumpy,” Merry stage-whispered. “I seduced him.”

  Elias high-fived his sister. “That’s my girl! Then what’s his deal?”

  “Ask him.”

  Dorian was staring at Cassie with his arms crossed. With a sigh, she took a bite of the oatmeal and washed it down with an entire glass of apple juice.

  “I can’t eat it. I’m sorry, Uncle Dorian. I tried.”

  “That was all I was asking for. Here.” He handed her his plate and gestured for another to be brought to him. He then cocked an eyebrow at the silent siblings.

  “I’m assuming the two of you are going to work with the trainees today.” They nodded and then looked at each other. “Good. I want you to be thorough. We only have a few days to get this information to them. I’m bringing Cassandra to the doctor this morning and then she and I are going to have some play time.”

  “When do I get her?” Merry asked with a pout.

  “You may have her all day tomorrow. Now what’s wrong?” he asked as Cassie wrinkled her nose.

  “They didn’t make the Hollandaise sauce right.”

  Frowning, Dorian reached across the table to taste. He mimicked her nose wrinkle. “You’re right. Fif…” The young woman was by his side before he could finish her name.

  “How may I help you, Master Dorian?”

  “Who’s in the kitchen this morning?”

  “The senior sculleries, Sir. Is there a problem?”

  “The Hollandaise sauce is funky,” Cassie said. “I can show them how to make it. May I, Uncle Dorian?”

  “Go ahead. Fifty? Please keep an eye on her for me.”

  “Yes, Sir. Is she okay after last night?”

  “Does that little bundle of energy look like I was severe with her? I’m not a beast.”

  “No, Master, you aren’t.” Fifty rested her hand on his shoulder. “I’ll bring you something for your headache. You aren’t getting enough sleep.”

  “Thank you, Sweetheart.”

  “How is it that she knows why you’re so irritable and we don’t?” Elias asked.

  “Because she cares enough to pay attention. She’s going to make a good submissive to some lucky Dom one day.”

  “You’re not going to give her up,” Elias snorted. “You’re going to find a way to keep her for yourself.”

  “I hope so. I adore that girl,” Merry added.

  “It’s not going to happen. We have policies for a reason, and I am not going to break them or allow one of my girls to settle for anything less than they deserve.”

  “Damn, you are cranky. You should have let him fuck you in the ass, Mer.”

  “If he had shown any interest, I would have.”

  “That’s enough, you two. If you keep pestering me, I swear, I’ll spank both of you.”

  “Promise?” they both asked.

  ****

  “Wow. This is a great set-up,” Cassie said as she entered the enormous kitchen.

  “Master Dorian built it according to Mrs. Lyon’s orders. Ladies? May I have your attention, please? The master asked Miss Cassandra to teach you how to make Hollandaise sauce. Apparently, it was inadequate.”

  “The word is funky.” Cassie interrupted. “What recipe are you using?”

  “Fifty? We were instructed that Miss Cassandra was a Little. Does the Master want us to disregard that while in the kitchen?”

  “Yes, please. She’s a French culinary student, so she can show you what to do.”

  “Thank God! The eggs benedict wasn’t on the menu today, and Master Graye ordered it separately. We got the recipe off the internet because Mrs. Lyon will only let us cook what’s on the menu.”

  “It figures that we’d mess it up for him,” another girl groaned.

  “He’s not upset, but I do need to get him some aspirin. He’s cranky today, so you might want to spread the word. I’ll be back in a few minutes,” Fifty said to Cassie.

  The girls quickly introduced themselves, each touching the gold pin on their lapels that gave their number. Cassie quickly gathered the ingredients and made the sauce under their watchful eyes, pleased that a couple of the women took notes. After Dorian’s meal had been brought out to him, Cassie nosed around the pantry.

  “Do any of you want to learn how to make a chocolate mousse?”

  The mood was cheerful in the kitchen when Fifty returned, and with good reason. Cassie had found the premium baking chocolate and Grand Marnier and was directing each in the different stages of preparing the mousse. It was a complex dessert and the Maids were eager to learn something new.

  “Cassandra? Master Dorian wants to know when you’ll return to his table.”

  “Would you tell him that I’m fulfilling the second part of the deal we made and need about forty minutes? Just don’t let Merry know what we’re doing.”

  Fifty eyed the liquor. “Are you sure he won’t be upset?”

  “You have my word. Cross my heart. Is there a way we can add this to the evening’s menu without telling Mrs. Lyon?”

  Fifty frowned. “Of course, but if we do that and she finds out, each of us will get a taste of her spoon.”

  “You can tell her that Dorian authorized it,” Cassie said, noticing the worried expressions on the women’s faces. Merry was right—everyone was terrified of the chef!

  “Even Master Graye can’t escape her spoon,” one of the girls explained.

  “Then put it on me. Seriously. No one is allowed to touch me except my Doms and the Graye’s. I’m also a chef-to-be. Call it Mousse de Lyon. Maybe naming it after her will sweeten her up.”

  Shortly after piping the fluffy dark chocolate into crystal parfait glasses, they layered slices of fresh strawberries and added a second layer that consisted of white chocolate mousse. A Grand Marnier drizzle was prepared along with whipped cream. Cassie was helping in the cleaning when Dorian cautiously entered the kitchen. He looked around to ensure that the chef was nowhere in sight.

  “Is the coast clear?”

  “Yes, Master. We also hid the spoon just in case.”

  “Thank you. Cassandra? It’s time to go. Are you done?”

  “Yep. Taste.” She held a spoon of the partially set confection to his mouth.

  “Oh, my!” He closed his eyes. “This is going to get me some sex tonight.”

  Cassie joined the Maids in giggling. “You’d get it anyway if you didn’t take away Auntie Merry’s privileges.”

  “You have no idea what I’m thinking, young lady. If you have any extra, will you put it in a bowl along with some of those strawberries for me?”

  “Yes, Master. We should let you know that Cassie’s taking the fall for
the menu change. You know how Mrs. Lyon is with her service.”

  “That’s a brave thing you’re doing, Cassandra.”

  “If she tries to come after me, I’ll hide behind Byron and Robby. They’re football players, and no one can break through that defense. One more to sweeten your mood.” She shoveled another spoonful of the fluffy pudding into Dorian’s mouth.

  He took her hand and left the kitchen. “Did you have a good time in there?”

  “It was fun, and all those girls were really nice. They didn’t treat me like I was different.”

  “Did you expect them to?”

  “I’m not one of Graye’s Maids. It’s like an uber-elite club, and I’m just a guest.”

  “You’re more than a guest. You’re our Little. Did you get a chance to eat?” She didn’t answer. “Cassandra?”

  “I forgot. Unless chocolate counts.”

  “It does not. No more skipping meals, understand?”

  “Yeah. I don’t want to do this,” she grumbled as they drove to the far end of the small island to the administrative, security and medical building.

  “You’ve made that clear already. You need to act like a big girl for me now. Hop out.”

  He opened the glass door to the building and led her inside to the empty waiting room.

  “Wow. This is pretty amazing,” Cassie said, touching the enormous salt-water aquarium that was built into the inside wall and curved around the corners. A glass door opened to a patio with tropical flowers and a large fountain. Instead of regular waiting room chairs, massaging recliners occupied individual areas and were equipped with separate televisions and headphones. Classical music piped through the room.

  “We tried to create an environment with minimal stress for both the doctor and the patients. I’m also giving you a head’s up about Dr. Paige. If a girl’s not sick or in pain and she cops an attitude, the good doctor will spank her until that attitude changes.”

  “That’s not fair.”

  “I doubt he’s concerned about the fairness in this situation.” He pressed the kiosk to announce their arrival.

  “Come on in, Dorian. I’ll just be a couple of minutes.”

  “Is he British?” Cassie asked as she was led into the examination room. As in the waiting room, the inside wall held a colorful salt-water aquarium that harbored a coral reef and bright schooling fish. The rest of the furnishings were standard and in shades of blue and turquoise.