by Livia Grant
The room had grown oppressively warm. That had to be the reason she was feeling lightheaded. It was either that or it could be the brush of his lips nibbling across her bare shoulder that had her pussy aching for his touch.
Still, as the latest number was called and another Dom approached the wheels, she just couldn’t resist teasing him. “Maybe. But at least I didn’t name you Grandpa,” thumbing in the direction of the current elderly Dom on the stage.
After glancing at the stage, he spun her around in his arms, looking at her with humor in his eyes. “You really are a brat, aren’t you?”
“I try.”
Tonight is going to be fun.
Chapter 3
Geo
The night was off to a great start as Madison released them to start Roulette. He’d assumed the rumors of the roulette wheel knowing how to match couples perfectly were as fictitious as J.K. Rowling’s Sorting Hat. Now? He wasn’t so sure since it had paired him with the submissive that he’d had his eye on from the moment he’d seen her. Okay, maybe it was that luscious ass in those skin-tight hot pants he’d been admiring, but whatever.
The night is young. Don’t count your chickens yet.
Any other night he’d find a seat in the bar and sit, have a drink, and let them get to know each other a bit before they got started. But they only had three hours and, more importantly, there was going to be a rush for the platforms in the main club room. George looked forward to putting the hottest submissive, in his humble opinion, on display tied down to the spanking bench. His dick approved of that plan.
The pressing crowd had him squeezing her hand harder, making sure to keep them linked as they snaked through the social area, past the velvet curtain being held open by a DM, and into the much darker main club where members finally started to disperse in every direction.
They were the first ones at the platform to the right of the stage that had his favorite spanking bench already there and waiting for its first roulette couple of the night. George led his sub up the steps and dropped his bag near the stairs so it would be behind the bench. He had a few surprises in his bag of tricks and didn’t want his Brat to get a preview before he was ready.
When they got next to the piece of wooden furniture, he pulled them to a stop before regretfully releasing her hand.
“Stay,” he commanded.
“Okay.”
He couldn’t hold in his smile. He knew hardcore Doms that would lose their shit over something as simple as a submissive not addressing him properly. Geo, on the other hand, looked at her lack of proper respect as just another sexy training opportunity.
After he got the smile wiped from his face, he spun to face her, leaning his ass back against the bench as he crossed his arms across his chest. He adopted a stern, disapproving frown.
“Are you new to Black Light?” he asked.
She hesitated slightly before answering with a quick, “No.”
Geo glared at her until she returned his gaze. He watched her eyes for a reaction as he pressed her. “How many times would you say you’ve played at Black Light?”
He could see the confusion in her eyes. “I don’t… I mean… more times than I can count.”
He hated the lick of jealousy that flared up with her admission. Of course, she’d played often. Any Dom would be a moron to pass at a chance to play with The Brat.
Still, he stayed with his line of questioning. “Based on that answer, you should know how to properly address your Dominant for the evening. Not only did I inform you on the stage, but your experience dictates you absolutely know how to address me. The fact that you’ve refused to call me Sir or Master yet tells me you are desperate to get your ass lit up.” He paused, happy to see a flit of surprise in her eyes. “Say it. You want me to punish you tonight, don’t you?”
“No!” she answered reflexively. Channeling his best stern Daddy vibe, Geo raised his right eyebrow just as she added a fast, “Sir.”
“A bit late there, little girl.” He took a second to admire her sexy outfit before issuing his next order. “Lose the boots.”
Her pink tongue flicked out to wet her lips nervously for several long seconds before leaning down to unzip her left ankle boot. Pulling it off and dropping it with a thud to the wood platform floor, he sighed at the way she could even put sass into the act of undressing for him.
“Have you been to any other BDSM clubs?” he asked, and she hesitated slightly before unzipping her other boot and dropping it next to its twin.
“Yes, sir. Why?”
“Just curious what you think of Black Light’s play area.” Looking over the room, he remembered how they’d taken the basement down to concrete and studs to create the beautiful space that was now the most exclusive club on the West Coast. Pride surged inside him, as he watched her yank a sock off.
“Eh, it’s pretty nice. I mean they have great equipment, but I wouldn’t have done it like this,” she said, both missing the use of ‘sir’ and insulting him in the same breath, but she wasn’t done. “When I plan events, I always organize it so that the most important part of the event happens in the grandest space.”
“Okay…” Biting his tongue at the urge to interrupt her, he decided to let her continue as she lifted her foot to pull off the other sock.
“Right! So, why is the freaking bar area taking up so much room? This is where the real show happens!” The Brat actually laughed a little as she waved a hand toward the wall. “See, if I’d been involved in this, I would have pushed that wall way over. The bar doesn’t need that much room, and then the play area wouldn’t feel so cramped. Especially during events like this one. I mean, come on, it’s so basic. You have no idea how many bad locations I have to figure out how to troubleshoot for my clients.”
“Bad locations?” he echoed, clenching his jaw as his pride took more than a few dings with her list of complaints.
“Oh totally. L.A. has all these historic spots that are a total freaking headache to plan events for, but everyone wants to say that they had their wedding somewhere special, so I’m used to making the most out of what’s available.”
“The bra is next. Lose it,” he barked, trying to move on from the critique of a building remodel he had been proud of until a few minutes before.
Despite losing the two inches the heels had provided, she was still one of the taller submissives playing that night. Geo raked his gaze up and down her body, regretting the fact that she’d soon need to take off those sexy as fuck hot pants. But not yet.
“Sure,” she responded, as if their discussion about the use of ‘sir’ had already vanished from her memory completely. The Brat reached for the front of the black, shiny piece holding in her ample chest, but then she stopped and turned to point at the hall entrance. “Also, oh my God, have you seen the hall around the playrooms? It’s so freaking narrow that getting through there on a busy night like tonight is practically impossible. Whoever designed this place needed to think about it in action, not just how to make it look pretty.”
“I designed this place.”
“What?” Her eyes widened, and Geo couldn’t deny how much he liked watching her nervous swallow.
“You seemed curious about who designed the remodel of this basement for Black Light, and… congratulations. That would be me. In fact, I oversaw the reno of the entire estate.” Crossing his arms, he kept his face blank, letting her soak in the awkward silence for a moment before he reminded her, “You’re supposed to be taking that bra off, Brat.”
“Oh, right, um… yeah.” She sounded a little subdued after the realization that the person’s work she’d been so carefully tearing apart was the same person who was about to have control over what happened to that tight little body.
She already had three of the eye-hook fastenings holding the skin-tight bra to her body undone when he barked, “Verbal confirmation is needed.”
“Okay,” she muttered, and her “Yes, Sir” lagged behind again.
The room fel
t warmer to Geo with every clasp she undid. Pushing down the ding to his pride, he focused on how much fun he was going to have making her pay for her comments.
The latex material sprung apart as the last hook was undone and full breasts fell into view. They would probably sigh with relief if they could after being wrestled into the tight bra all evening.
Brat stood frozen as if waiting for further instructions, even though she hadn’t finished taking her top off yet. He raised his eyes to find her watching him admiring her body.
“Slowly… take it the rest of the way off.”
She swayed her hips, enjoying her strip tease as she bared her top half to him.
“Cup those boobs for me. Show them off for the crowd watching,” he instructed, having to speak louder as it was getting noisier as the room got more crowded.
He didn’t detect a lick of embarrassment from her, reminding him she had played out in the open at Black Light many times in the past. Her inner confidence shined through and even if it meant she would probably brat all night long, that was fine with him. Confidence was sexy as hell to him at this phase in his life.
“Very nice,” he said, watching her massaging her breasts. “Now, pinch those nipples. Show me how hard you can make them for me.”
Their eyes met, bringing a new intimacy despite the few feet of distance between them. When his curiosity got the best of him, Geo finally looked down at those tight hot pants, anticipating the continued unwrapping of his gift for the night.
He’d lived in Southern California his entire life. That meant he was surrounded by beautiful women, and men for that matter, every day. Many, like the trio that owned this property, were famous. Almost all were rich. And in that moment, he knew he wouldn’t swap out his Brat with any one of them. Her body was perfect… at least for him. He hated stick-thin bodies with fake boobs, nails, and who-the-hell knows what other body parts. Her milky-white breasts with the faint bikini tan lines screamed real, and the curvy body below looked like she’d have no problem stopping to grab a cheeseburger and milkshake with him after they left later that night.
Fuck you, kale and tofu.
“I take it you like what you see… Sir.”
His gaze returned to her face, not surprised to see the cocky smile there.
“You could say that, sub. Nice of you to finally call me Sir without being reminded.”
“No problem.” She paused for several long seconds before breaking out into an even broader grin and adding the tardy, “Sir.”
His Brat was a happy person. It was a refreshing revolution.
Let’s see how happy she is after I introduce her to a few of my floggers.
Geo left her standing to go back to his toy bag, rummaging inside to come out with his smallest and lightest implement.
As he approached her, he could see the disappointment in her eyes when she saw what he carried. Could she be a masochist? He’d have to work on figuring that out.
“Cup those beautiful, full breasts and hold them up for me,” he ordered.
“But don’t you…”
He lifted his finger to her lips to shush her. “Do I need to ask the DM for a dictionary so I can have you read the definition of submission for us?”
Humor sparked in her cornflower-blue eyes. Instead of sassing with words, the brat dared to open her mouth and take a playful bite of his finger. He couldn’t help it. The bark of laughter erupted from him before he could hold it in.
“Oh sweetheart, I don’t know if you are brave or stupid.”
“Definitely brave, Sir.”
“We’ll see. Now be a good girl and do as you’re told. I don’t want to get into trouble with the DMs for delay of game here since I technically haven’t started flogging you yet.”
He took a step back, lining up the right distance from his target.
The dozen leather strings of the flogger were only about eight inches long, which made it easy to control. Rotating his wrist in a circular motion, he began pelting her left breast with a non-stop flurry of light strikes. White skin turned pink as he kept up the flogging motion, increasing the strength used gradually until the heat forced her first yelp. Rather than stopping, he moved position just enough to make sure her hard nips would take the next burst of strikes.
“Oh… owie.”
When she failed to add the Sir at the end of her outburst, he laid one full force blow to her warmed skin.
“Sir!”
“Good girl,” he added, moving to pay equal attention to her right boob.
As much fun as it was to paint her top half, after a few minutes Geo was anxious to get a good look at her still hidden parts.
“As much as I love them, it’s time to lose the hot pants, baby.”
Watching her unzip the latex and start to wiggle her curvy ass as she struggled to pull her last piece of clothing down her body was fun. Only after she’d dropped them onto the pile of her other belongings did she look back at him for his next instruction.
Raking his gaze up and down, he added, “I think I can work with this.”
“Oh? See something else you like?” she asked with the perfect amount of sass.
Determined to keep a measure of control, Geo reached out to quickly pinch the back of her neck, squeezing hard enough to ensure he had her attention. Moving them into motion, he added, “Time to get you settled across the bench. Maybe you’ll behave if I show the same attention to the rest of your body as I did to those tits of yours.”
Like the experienced submissive she was, Brat kneeled onto the lower pads of the bench, gracefully draping her torso forward across the padded top before reaching down to grab the handles closer to the floor. Her long auburn ponytail fell forward, swishing the floor under her head.
George knelt next to the bench, buckling a belt across her calf before moving to restrict her left wrist. He moved to the other side and repeated the same steps to make sure she would be immobile and at his mercy.
Only after he cinched the wide leather across her waist did he step back to admire the vision she made. The music and chatter of the spectators was loud enough that it prevented interrogating her the way he’d like to now that he had her undivided attention. For starters, he’d like to ask for her real name. While The Brat certainly fit her, it felt wrong not knowing her name.
But that could wait. He went back to his bag of tricks, pulling out the oldest implement he owned. It was also the only item in his bag he’d kept after the divorce. Everything else was new for his fresh start.
Pushing aside sour memories, Geo focused on how heavy the punishment device felt in his hand. The sturdy handle, the thick, heavy, long strips of leather—it was the perfect way to warm up his brat.
He started with her back, laying down heavy thuds, letting them linger on her skin before dragging the strands slowly off her body only to strike again a bit lower. Inch by inch he made his way down her body, turning her skin a faint pink in the wake of each flogging down her back, to her ass, the backs of her thighs, even her calves and feet.
Returning to where he started, he laid down the first lash of round two. Her small squeak as the whack bit into her shoulders told him she recognized the change in strength. He worked in silence, thoroughly enjoying inspecting every inch of her delicious body as he deepened the shade of pink across her entire back side. Her faint tan lines disappeared under the layer of warmed skin.
Before he traded his favorite flogger in for a harsher toy, he stepped behind the bench, admiring the view of her exposed pussy, glistening in the overhead spotlight shining down on their platform.
Grinning, he laid down the perfect line of heat directly on her open folds, drawing a loud groan from his submissive. It was the first time she pulled on the restraints, trying to wiggle free, although he suspected she was just trying to bring some friction to her clit. Again and again, he flogged her cunt until her groans turned to moans, landing a few more before he finally stopped and knelt near her head.
“Oh no you
don’t, little girl. It’s way too early in the evening for you to get one off.”
“Come on,” she answered slightly out of breath. “I promise, I’m much less of a brat after I’ve had my first orgasm.”
“I just bet you are, but I have a better idea on how to beat the brat out of you.” Despite his cryptic threat, Geo reached out to grab onto her ponytail, using it to yank her head up so he could look into her eyes. He told himself he was just being a good Dom checking on his submissive, but he knew it was more about missing the sassy expression in her blue orbs. He was relieved to see her confidence holding strong.
“When are you going to start—Sir?” she sassed.
“Oh baby, you really do love to live dangerously.”
“I’m just saying it was a bit light.”
“Warm-ups usually are.”
“Warm-ups?” she asked, and he saw the tiny flicker of fear as she realized he had more in store for her.
“Be a good girl and wait here. Daddy needs to trade in his implement.”
Her eyes widened just before he lowered her head again.
Geo returned to his toy bag. It was time to explore just how much pain his sub craved with her pleasure. He’d only used the next flogger he pulled out once before, and not for long. It was a lot lighter weight with a dozen long strands that were more whip-like than flogger. What gave each of the thin leather strips their bite were the knots tied every few inches with about half of the bumps covered in metal studs.
He pulled his arm back, following through with his first swing of the new implement, letting the knots sprinkle her ass with pricks of pain.
“Red!” The screamed safe word filled the club.
For a split second his heart dropped, worried he’d just hurt his submissive enough that she needed to put a stop to their evening before they had really gotten started. The level of his disappointment at the thought of walking away from his brat told him more than he was ready to admit.