by Piper Stone
“Very funny.” Why were the words sticking in her throat?
Ripping off her shades, she leaned over the table, half glaring at Jenna. “You did find someone. Didn’t you?”
“Well, let’s just say that between the ad and SubmissiveLife, an entire new world opened up to me.” When she wiggled this time, her pussy clenched. Jenna had to stop fantasizing about their next adventure together or she’d never get anything accomplished at work.
“Now you are going to give me the details. Is he handsome or weird? How many times have you seen him? Do you know his real name? Where do you do this? I mean the spanking thing?” Camie was way too excited, her voice lifting above the din of the customers.
Another round of embarrassment shot through her and she had the distinct feeling at least ten people had overheard. “Shush. I don’t need the world hearing about how depraved I am.”
“Oh, come on. It’s not like there aren’t at least a few women sitting in their restaurant that don’t enjoy a good whipping now and again.”
She couldn’t resist scanning the restaurant, wondering if any of the various women of all ages, race, and no doubt financial status did indeed submit to a hard spanking every once in a while. A series of nefarious visions popped into the back of her mind. “You’re probably right. To answer a few of your questions: Daddy is very handsome, gorgeous in fact and there’s nothing weird about him. We’ve only been together twice, with another session tonight. I do know his real name and no, I’m not sharing, no matter what you do to me.”
“Party pooper. You’re going to leave out all the good stuff. Do you at least get some relief from the spanking?” She crossed and re-crossed her leg, her expression full of mischief.
Jenna rolled her eyes behind her dark shades. Relief. Everything had changed between them. She’d never felt so utterly fulfilled, so alive. “I understand why you crave them, spankings I mean. There’s more to this kind of… relationship than just spanking. Much more.”
“That I know, but I’m actually in a relationship.” Camie tapped her fingers on the table. “You’re right. I do crave a severe spanking, at least sometimes.” She shook her head. “Not that Mark would tell you that. He’d say I came to every round of discipline kicking and screaming.”
She bit her tongue to keep from saying anything.
“Why keep me in suspense? Is he famous? An actor? I know, the governor.” Camie laughed.
“No, goofy. Because he’s private and what we’re sharing is a secret.”
“A secret. That bothers me a lot, Jenna. Please don’t tell me he drags you to some dark and damp location, like a dungeon to do this.”
She burst into laughter. If only Camie could see her daddy’s house. “No, of course not. I go to his house. A very nice location I might add, complete with an exquisite pool. Not that I’ve been swimming or anything!”
“Hmm… A pool, huh. You make it sound like he’s well off anyway. I hope you vetted him out before you agreed to meet with him.” She leaned in closer. “He is rich. Isn’t he? I know, you’re not going to tell me. My guess is he’s some powerful old dude with a lot of kinky friends.”
“Of course, I found out as many details as I could. He’s not old. We talked online for days before I agreed to meet with him in a very public place.” She realized a smile hadn’t left her face since she started talking about him.
“You’re fascinated by this or maybe by your daddy. I knew this was the right thing for you. You’re positively glowing.” Camie shook her head. “I wish I felt that way when Mark rears his ugly head. Last night was painful.” She sighed and shook her head, her mouth pursing.
“Wow. I thought you were happier than anyone I knew.”
She took a sip of her lemonade, drumming her fingers on the table. “I’m happy, but we’re still a couple with bills and frustrations, money issues, and arguments about everything under the sun. Mark just thinks that every disagreement will end in a hard spanking. Don’t get me wrong. I agreed to this and our relationship is much stronger, but he’s dominating every minute of every day.”
“That’s what he’s supposed to do, Camie. If you’re really in this kind of relationship, then he’s the boss, the head of household like you told me last week. He can’t turn it off and on per your request.” Jenna realized she’d learned a lot about the lifestyle as well as about her desires in a few short days.
“Since when did you get to be the expert?” Camie giggled as she removed her sunglasses, fingering the thick plastic. “You’re right. I guess I’m just an impetuous brat, much like my friend.”
“And that’s why Daddy spanks me on a regular basis.”
“Is that why you’re wiggling like a bad girl?”
“That and the ass plug he’s requiring me to wear.” Jenna couldn’t believe she’d actually admitted to the intimate part of their relationship. “Oops.”
Camie opened her mouth. “Wait a minute. Is there more to this than just the fact he spanks you on a regular basis?”
Jenna dropped her gaze, biting her lower lip as a brand new set of nerves kicked in.
“Oh. My. God. You like this guy, I mean really like him. Don’t you?”
“He’s not what I expected.”
“And what exactly did you expect?”
“I guess I was looking for someone like my father. Older. A man who would simply see me as a bad girl and know what kind of punishment I needed. I didn’t expect to find a man who was so intelligence and respectful, charismatic and easy to talk to. When we talked online, he was able to break down my walls, ripping off the mask I had permanently secured to my face. He was kind in the questions he asked, thoughtful in providing guidance, as if he’d known me his entire life. I’ve never felt so free before, able to face anything. I don’t honestly know how to explain what I’m feeling.”
Camie opened her mouth twice before she coughed. “Wow. You’re in love with him. I should have seen it the second you sat down.”
“What? No. I’m just…” Love? She’d known from the second she met him that she could have a crush on him, but love? She sat back then heard the pinging of an incoming text. Excitement surged through her, her mouth dry as she scrambled to reach for her phone.
“You’re panting, Jenna.”
She took off her sunglasses in an effort to read what was sent. “It’s him. My daddy.”
I have a surprise for you. Don’t be late, baby girl.
Jenna was indeed breathing hard. She was even lightheaded. A surprise. She was wearing a small portion of the previous treat, and that didn’t include the rubber plug. Matching underwear made her feel sexy as hell. She bit back another series of giggles. As she eased the phone down on the table, she lifted her head. “You’re right. I’m crazy for the way I feel. What am I going to do?”
“Be careful that you don’t lose yourself. Is he single? Is he available? Does he want anything more than the arrangement you have? Do you know anything about his real life, not just what you’ve read? He might have secrets. Every man does.”
She groaned. “He’s just divorced and I’m not entirely certain what he wants, not in the long term. I can’t ask him that. Not now. I’m his baby girl and he’s my daddy and that’s what I need at this point.”
Camie placed her hand on Jenna’s. “You’re happy and that makes me happy but be careful. He may have a hidden agenda after all.”
The warning lingered. Dominick Asbury had dozens of reasons to hide behind his own mask. To even think that a man of such power and influence would be interested in her for anything other than what they were sharing was ridiculous. She lived in the real world. But she could play and enjoy for the time being. “Enough about me. What’s going on in your life?”
“You’re not getting off that easily, missy. I’ll have to tell that daddy of yours what a bad girl you really are.”
They laughed as lunch arrived.
I see you…
The text popped up out of the blue. Jenna eyed her phone a
s casually as possible, pulling it toward her before typing.
What does that mean? Are you here?
“What are you doing?” Camie asked as she began cutting her salad. “By the way, I need a favor.”
“Nothing. Just a business text. My boss can’t find a file. Figures,” Jenna said, keeping her eyes on her phone for fear of giving away her little white lie. “What favor?”
I’m standing by the railing.
Jenna laughed in a disgusted manner and twisted in her seat. “I left the file on his desk and he can’t find it. Do you believe what I have to deal with?” She managed to twist just enough to catch a glimpse of him. The same heat raced down her spine, shivers tingling all over, trickling into her pussy. He stood by himself, wearing light gray trousers and a crisp white shirt rolled up at the sleeves. The light wind blew through his shoulder-length hair. Almost every woman had her eyes on him, watching the way he stood against the railing in a casual fashion, his legs crossed at the ankle, his chiseled features and dominating demeanor so powerful.
“You should look for another job. You’re so talented. Mark was supposed to go with me to this party and he has to go out of town. Will you go with me? I need all the support I can get.”
What are you doing here?
“A party? I don’t know. I’ve thought about looking for another job, but he does pay me pretty well,” Jenna half whispered, her excitement driving flutters into her heart. She shifted on her seat, the plug now a wonderful, warm reminder.
Having lunch with a client but he’s late. Are you being a good girl?
Never.
She typed her answer fast, biting back a series of giggles, trying to disguise them as groans.
Camie lifted her eyebrow. “Just a thing on Friday night for my work. I’ve spent a lot of time on this and I’m sick with nerves. Dress up but it’s all paid for. Please come with me. I’ll owe you huge.”
“I think he has what he needs,” Jenna said, sighing as she lifted her fork, her eyes constantly darting to her phone. “I hate parties, but for you, okay.”
Then you need a reminder.
Jenna’s mouth was completely dry, the pulse in her neck ticking. The simple words were so chilling.
“You’re the best. I could have killed Mark. He knows how important this is for my career,” Camie hissed.
Yes, Sir.
Meet me in the bathroom hallway.
She gulped. He was breaking protocol. Did he really want to see her?
“You’re flushed again. Does your boss bother you that much?” Camie asked slyly.
“Yeah, he does when he gets this way. I’m going to the bathroom. I’ll be right back and yes, I’m just fine.” Jenna gave her a dazzling smile before shoving her phone into her purse and walking away from the table, her legs unsteady. She didn’t look back but could feel Camie’s eyes on her as she walked through the crowd, heading inside, scanning the area for signs leading to the bathroom.
By the time she reached the hallway, she was panting. She felt his presence behind her, his wet and hot breath cascading down along her neck and shoulders. “I’ve been a very bad girl, Daddy.”
“You have?” he whispered, the tone husky.
“Yes, Sir. I almost told my girlfriend about you.”
“Then you do need a hard spanking.” He moved around her, trying the door to the women’s bathroom and finding the single room empty, ushered her inside.
“Yes, Sir. I do.” As he locked the door and pushed her against the counter, she tried to control her breathing.
“And your daddy is going to give you exactly what you need.” Master Dominick slid his hand down both sides of her neck, along her arms then around to her ass. Yanking her dress up to her waist, he patted her ass before taking a step back and unbuckling his belt. “Lower your panties for me. Take them off.”
Jenna obeyed instantly, removing and fisting her panties before leaning over. The sheer excitement of the moment, being out in public, the utter concept of humiliation was incredible. This was even dirtier than the plug or being spanked over his desk. She studied the way he removed the leather strap in the mirror, rubbing his fingers down the thick grain before folding it over, slapping the belt against his hand. She jumped slightly, the anticipation killing her.
He tapped the strap against her ass then slipped his fingers between the crack of her ass, twisting and turning the plug. “You’re wearing your plug. Good girl.”
“Yes, Sir. I have been. Just like you told me.”
His eyes were twinkling as he shifted to the side. He held out his hand. “Give me your panties, baby girl. We certainly can’t have you screaming.”
Nodding, she offered him the slip of lace. She was blushing from her neck all the way past her jawline. For a few seconds, she wanted an audience, to have people see that she’d been a bad girl. The thought was riveting.
“Open your pouty mouth for me.”
She did as she was told, opening her mouth wide. As he inserted her thong, she could no longer hear anything around her and had difficulty focusing. She dropped her head, waiting for her punishment.
“Thirty. One after the other.” Master Dominick rubbed his hand on the small of her back then began, slapping her with even, solid smacks.
The pain was excruciating from the beginning, sending a shower of anguish jetting down her legs. Whimpering, she tried to stay in position, to be obedient as the leather struck across her tender ass, marking her. The sound of the belt whooshing through the air was stimulating. The snapping. The cracking. Everything about the hard discipline was enthralling.
“You’re doing very well. I’m proud of you, baby girl.” He hesitated only briefly before beginning again, blistering her naked ass, making certain that she knew he was in charge and would punish her anywhere that was necessary.
With every hard strike, every snap of his wrist, she was thrust against the counter. He belted her on her ass as well as the tops of her thighs, every move practiced. The way her ass clenched around the plug was another layer of current dancing in her body, a rocketing sensation between pleasure and pain.
She witnessed a single bead of sweat trickling down his face and as she concentrated on the rolling bead, her pussy tingled. Kicking out, she sensed his displeasure, but for some reason, the spanking hurt worse than it had before.
“Stay in position or I’ll add more,” he stated.
Nodding, she could feel tears forming in her eyes and she fought to keep from bawling like a little girl.
When he was finished, he gave her a huge smile, inching closer and rubbing his hand up and down her arm. “So proud of you, my beautiful, sexy baby girl.” Reaching around, he removed her panties, pulling them under his nose, inhaling deeply before handing them to her. “You did miss me.”
“Yes, Sir,” she breathed, resisting rubbing her ass. She was flushed, her skin shimmering and she was euphoric, even if her ass was on fire. As she struggled to get into her panties, they locked eyes.
He issued a teasing smile as he slid the belt between the loops, buckling then running his hands through his hair. “Tonight.”
“Yes, Sir. Tonight.”
Master Dominick kissed the top of her head and walked to the door, giving her one more heated look before unlocking and walking out.
Jenna slumped against the counter, dropping her head. Love. Dear God, Camie was right.
She was falling madly, head over heels in love with him.
Chapter Eight
“What are you talking about, Fred? Why did they cancel?” Dominick glanced at his watch. Jenna was due in ten minutes. He took long strides back into the home office, placing the bag on the floor by his desk.
“I don’t know why they cancelled. I just wanted you to know. I thought it was pretty odd that both cancelled on the same day and within two hours of each other,” Fred stated.
The two appointments were for potential out of town locations that he’d been eyeing for several months. The two owners were reg
ular Joes, families who’d owned stunning acreages of land for dozens of years. They were in the perfect location to build office parks. As far as he knew, his firm was the only one vying to purchase the properties. Fred was right. The cancellations were more than just odd. He clenched his fist. Bad karma he certainly didn’t need. The end of the quarter was coming and his report to the board of directors was impending.
“I’ll call both of them tomorrow. Try not to worry. They could have had emergencies or other business to take care of,” Dominick said between clenched teeth. As if he bought the line of crap he was issuing himself. For some reason, his thoughts drifted to Troy and the nasty statement he’d made regarding Jenna. Had he made a significant mistake in trusting him with the information?
He was jumping to conclusions, something he usually refused to do, but his instincts were almost never wrong.
“If you’re certain. I’m just spooked.”
“Why?” Dominick walked back into the kitchen, taking a sip of his drink.
“Gut feeling. That’s all. Are you still going to Arts Council dinner with your friend tomorrow?”
“Does everyone know my business?”
Fred laughed. “Carter called to remind me to remind you.”
“He’s going to soon be my ex-friend,” Dominick said, laughing. “I’m going. I promised him.”
“Well, that might be good news. One of the gentlemen you were going to meet with is going. Evidently Greg Porter is a huge art lover. Never misses the event.”
He made a mental note. “I love that you can find information from every source. Remind me to give you a raise.”
“I’ll do just that, boss of mine. I have a few ideas we can go over tomorrow. Just to use your influence, if you know what I mean. I’ve also noticed a few discrepancies that I don’t want to mention over the phone.”