“A little?” His amused expression did little to lighten the tension.
“I think you called me a nuisance actually. I’m sorry.” She licked her lips and rubbed back and forth along the tops of her thighs, wishing she could distract him from her bad behavior.
“Seems to me you have a few more things to be sorry for.” He finally took her invitation, stepping between her thighs, only stopping when his lips got about an inch from hers. “Think about it before you answer. Lies will get you punished, although I do believe that’s inevitable.”
“Maybe a few more things.” That was the moment when she knew she couldn’t deter him. This Dom probably wouldn’t relinquish control no matter how hard she tried to take it. She brushed her lips over his. “Wait, inevitable?”
“You were lucky you were surrounded by people who care for you last night.” He grabbed the nape of her neck. “Your girlfriends couldn’t have carried you home, but they made sure you got home okay. That’s the only reason I’m not dragging your ass to Mistress Charlie right this second.”
“That’s a good point.” A strange mix of insecurity and need left her unsure what to say next. She’d dreamed of having a Dom demand more from her, but in this moment all she could think about was having him on top of her, inside her any way he wanted. “I was just trying to let loose.”
“That’s all you’re going to say?” His grip tightened.
“I don’t usually drink like that, and I really am a safe driver.”
“That’s what the evidence and your girlfriends tell me, but we have a problem.”
“No problem. I’ve apologized for last night. I’ll drive with more care. You won’t have any more trouble from me. Promise.” She kept her gaze on his, hoping to find something other than disappointment. When she found nothing more, she shifted her weight to slide from the car. “I’ll stop bothering you.”
“Is that really what you want?” he said, grabbing her arm and then pulling her back on top of the trunk.
“It’s probably what’s best. The nuisance will leave you alone.”
“I can’t allow that to happen.” He blocked her escape routes. “You’re not taking your safety seriously.”
“What exactly are we talking about here?”
“We’re talking about punishment, Ms. Wieland.” He picked her up and set her on the ground, facing her trunk.
The quick change of position left her lightheaded. She braced herself over the car, widening her stance and taking deep breaths.
“You’ve taken one too many risks, and it’s completely unacceptable.” He rubbed in big circles over her butt, warming her backside nicely, while ignoring where she needed to be touched the most.
“Oh my.” She tried to look at him, but turned back when she caught his expression. “You want to spank me?”
“I do.” He grabbed her ass. “You can agree to my punishment, or, if you’d rather, Mistress Charlie can select an enforcer for you.”
“What kind of choice is that?” She didn’t want the punishment at all. She wanted him inside her, easing the need he’d been building. The next time he circled around her ass, she shifted her stance and his fingers brushed over her pussy.
“Oh, I know what you want.” He stroked up and down her slit. He leaned over her, his lips brushing her ear. “I pulled up your limit list today. Mistress Charlie is very accommodating, especially when it comes to her trainees. I know your hard limits and what turns you on.” His attentions circled around her clit.
“Yes, right there. Right here.” Hot need built in her core. If he’d looked at her list, he knew about her voyeurism fantasy. Anyone out for a stroll could see how he was touching her. Her pussy pulsed with her growing desire.
“Do you know what a turn-on it is to know you want me to take you right here?” He stopped his attentions and settled on the center of her butt.
“Yes, please. Take me now, sir.” Her pussy was so wet. She shifted her feet, needing more friction.
“I do intend to know your sweet heat intimately, but I won’t risk your safety like that.” He smacked her on the ass. “You have much to learn. Your safety must always come first, even before pleasure.”
“Yes, sir.” She rested her forehead on her hands.
“You have a choice to make. Do you want to receive your punishment from an enforcer or do you want it from me?”
“I want only you, sir.” She was desperate to get past this; she needed his touch.
“What a fine answer.” He turned her around and pressed his body against hers, claiming her lips and taking a firm grip of her hair. Once he pushed his way into her mouth, his tongue claimed every corner. She molded herself to him, rubbing against his hard body, until he pushed her away. “My sweet minx, you are a temptation.”
The naughty thrill of voyeurism had her out of her mind with need.
“Once I know you’ve gotten home okay, I’m calling Mistress Charlie and reserving a room for us.” He pulled her knuckles to his lips and kissed them. “Our night will start with your punishment. Then, I will have you.”
Chapter Five
The last twenty-four hours had been the longest of his life. Now that he was at the club for their night together, he was breathing easier. He’d been waiting for a woman like Emma all his life. She tempted him like no one ever had. Now that he’d found her, he wanted to claim her as his.
This was exactly what Keller said would happen. All those times he’d had a hard time connecting with the subs, and now he knew what made the difference. As much as Emma’s risky behavior pissed him off, it was opening his eyes to all he’d been missing.
The club was filled with women willing to submit, even to new Doms like himself. Something about Emma called to him. It wasn’t just that she clearly needed him to remind her to take her safety seriously. It was also the way she looked at him. She couldn’t hide what she wanted. It shined through her expression, through her choice of words. Her deep blue eyes and lush lips called him to take her control away and give them both what they clearly wanted.
He needed this scene with her like he needed to breathe. All his training, all his preparations would be tested today. He needed her to see the danger she’d been exposing herself to. He had a feeling he needed plenty more from the sexy sub. She’d shaken something loose inside him, and he was anxious to explore the journey with her.
The voyeurism room was the easiest to rearrange since it was set on a stage and large props were stored in the wings. They already had everything to recreate the scene he’d requested. Mistress Charlie felt bad that they didn’t have a whole car, but he assured her they only needed the trunk. The woman really was amazing.
Apparently, a few years ago they’d gotten it because many of the club’s voyeurs enjoyed having scenes in the back seat of cars. She’d gotten a club member, who worked for a scrap yard, to donate one, but the front end had been cut off to get it in the building. Miles wasn’t sure what happened to the front end of the car.
He’d had a long conversation with her, and she assured him everything would be ready for tonight. That afternoon, she’d even called to confirm his height. Apparently, they could adjust the height of the trunk, and they wanted him to be comfortable.
Miles hung the last of his things in the locker and headed to the stage, eager to meet his little kitten where he’d asked her to be. Knowing she was up there now waiting for him made his cock rock hard. He adjusted himself and made his way into the club. The voyeur stage was located at the back of the building. As he got closer, he spotted the crowd, standing room only tonight. He had a feeling she’d be very pleased.
He opened the stage door and made his way over to Mistress Charlie, who was a proper stage manager, keeping her gaze on the stage and his prize.
“How’s she doing?”
“See for yourself.” She wrapped her arms around his middle. “I’m so proud of you.”
Emma was a vision. Clad in only a little club dress and the same stiletto boots sh
e liked to wear, he knew instantly what he’d been missing by not working the club. Someone had certainly been looking out for him by putting him on that corner the night Emma had sped around it. He still wasn’t sure how she hadn’t rolled her car that night.
He took a moment to take her in, positioned with her hands on the trunk, her legs spread, and her beautiful backside facing the audience. She was primed and ready for his frisking. Breathing appeared to be even. Her eyes were open and focused in front of her. There was slight movement in her fingers. It was almost like a pulse. She scrunched them up slightly and then flattened them out over and over on the trunk of the car. Then he noticed the same little pulse at her hips. His little kitten was turned on. The inside of her thighs glistened with her cream.
She could probably hear the audience at her back. Everyone was watching her, waiting to see how she would be punished and pleasured. That was the description for the night’s activities. The sign on the little marquee at the room’s entrance read, “Punishment and Pleasure, starring Dom Miles and submissive trainee Emma”.
“Does everything look like you imagined?”
“Better. I never imagined this. She’s breathtaking.”
“She does look perfect.” Mistress Charlie rubbed his shoulders. “I’m talking about the scenery. Can you take your eyes off her for two seconds?”
“What?” He turned to look at Mistress Charlie.
“The floor, lighting, and isn’t that backdrop fantastic? It’s actually a picture of the woods around Keller’s place up in Evanston. He had it commissioned last year when we opened this room.”
He took it all in. The covering on the floor looked like pavement, the lighting was dark, and now he noticed what Emma was looking at. It was their dark road. The picture captured the huge trees in that area and headlights that only stretched so far until all you could see was black.
He wanted a future with Emma, but that could all end in an instant with the danger she exposed herself to. He squeezed his fists. She was a risk taker when it came to her safety, and it was only a matter of time before she got herself hurt or worse. It was time to put a stop to the inevitable. He’d break her of this bad habit. As entertaining as he found her sass, tonight’s punishment would most likely be the first of many. He’d need to keep her in check.
The closer he got the better he could hear her whispering something.
“He will come.” In between deep breaths, she repeated the phrase over and over.
****
“He will come.” She repeated her mantra, praying it was just a matter of time.
Her skimpy strapless dress left little to the imagination, and, besides the boots, it was the only thing she had on. Muffled sounds from the crowd behind her tried to break her concentration, but knowing they were there, waiting to watch her punishment added to the building pressure.
“He will come.”
“I’m right here, kitten.” He stepped in behind her and pressed his body to hers. He licked her ear, and she mewled, releasing a bit of the tension.
“I knew you would come.” She pushed back against his hard cock, loving how it nestled in the crack of her ass.
“Are you ready to be frisked?”
“Yes, sir.”
“I’m going to explore your body in the way I wanted to that first night.” He started at her shoulders and then grabbed her breasts, his thumbs stroking her nipples. “Are you hiding something from me?”
“Nothing, sir, but you better check to be sure.”
“That’s my naughty minx.” He sucked on her neck. “I know where I better check.” He dragged down her stomach and dived through her folds and right into her pussy. “It pleases me how wet you are. I can’t wait to be inside you.” He rocked against her. “But first, we need to deal with your punishment.” He stepped aside, caressed her leg, and pulled her dress up over her hips, exposing her to the audience. “Why are you being punished this evening, kitten?”
“My lack of…” She swayed her hips, loving this moment.
“Do I need to ask everyone to leave?”
“No, sir.”
“Then you need to answer the question, now.”
“Yes, sir.” She adjusted her stance. “I’m being punished because I risked my safety three times this week.”
“Very good. I’ll reward you for that fine answer.” He pulled her dress down and tucked it under her breasts.
Warmth tickled between her legs, and her nipples tightened as cool air circled around them.
“I’m going to give you three sets of spankings.” He rubbed each cheek. “There’s no need to count, just think about why this is happening.”
“Yes, sir.” She braced herself for the first of many blows.
“You first risked your safety when you sped around that corner.” He whacked her right and then left cheek.
The sting remained, but she relaxed a little, realizing she’d be able to handle the pain.
He smacked her again, several more on each cheek, followed by a series of caresses that spread the prickly tension growing across her backside.
She thought back to that night and how quickly she’d taken the turn. The little bit she’d been able to slow her car before she turned the wheel had done little to ensure her safety. It was probably only luck that had kept all the wheels on the ground. Where would her car have landed if she’d rolled it? Dread washed over her.
“This next set is for not making sure you had enough to eat before you started your drinking binge nor did you ensure you had a safe way home and up to your apartment.” He spanked her repeatedly on each cheek, altering the placement and increasing the burning area.
She didn’t normally have more than a single drink, and remembering the reason why made her stomach roll. Back in college, she’d gotten so sick she’d almost had to have her stomach pumped. The hangover had lasted for days. Her body took a long time to recover, and she’d decided it wasn’t worth it. She pushed on the trunk, needing for the pain to leave. The heavy mixture of memories, and the constant stinging need, was almost too much.
“You’re doing really well, kitten.” He dragged his touch around the outskirts of the worst hit areas, and then he dragged through her slit. “Only one more punishment to get through and then we’ll change gears.” He pushed two of his fingers into her and pleasure spread, heating everything including her hot ass.
“Oh, sir.” She moaned as every thought flew away except one. He was here for her. Not just to get off, but really here for her. He cared for her safety. It was a priority. Her eyes fluttered closed, and she pushed against his hand.
“All right, that’s enough.” He pulled from her and wiped his fingers on her thigh. “I want everyone in the room to see the evidence of your arousal.”
“Thank you, sir.” She drew in a large breath, working on slowing her breathing and taking in all the sensations her body was pinging back and forth.
“This final round upsets me the most, not only because you were looking for me when you took the risk, but because you broke a promise. There was to be no more speeding. No more, Emma. Do you hear me?” He spanked her over and over.
“Yes, sir.” She whimpered.
“I have seen too many times what can happen when drivers take unnecessary risks.” He spanked twice on the right, twice on the left, and rubbed the ache. “Accidents are a real thing, and I won’t lose you. Not now when I’ve just found you. Not ever for something so preventable.”
“Yes, sir.” Tears tumbled down her cheeks as the heat spread to her heart. He was the real thing. “Thank you.”
He worked his way into her again. Two of his fingers buried deep into her core. Once he found her spot inside, he circled it again and again.
She’d never felt so utterly exposed. Everyone in the room heard about her bad choices, but they also witnessed how determined Miles was to make sure none of it happened ever again. Her life and her body were on display.
“Let go for me, kitten. You’ve taken
the punishment. Now, you must take the pleasure.” He pumped into her, breaking only to circle her clit and give it a tug before pumping into her again.
Time stopped for a second, and then bliss burst out from her pussy. The strength of her orgasm stole her ability to stand, but he caught her. Additional tears rolled down her face. “You’ve got me.”
“I do, Emma.” He picked her up with his arm around her back and the other under her knees. She snuggled into his hold. “I’ve got you.”
Once her breathing settled a bit, she caressed his face. “Sir?”
“Yes, kitten. What do you need?”
“You, sir. I need you inside me, please.”
“Hot damn, your begging is sweet.” He rested her gently on the trunk, the cool metal giving her stinging backside some relief.
She lay back and spread her thighs, counting the seconds until she could feel him rocking inside her.
“It will be my pleasure to give you what you want, but first I must taste you. Your sweet musk has me practically in a trance.” He hooked his arms under her legs, spreading her thighs. The tip of his tongue stroked over her pussy. “Fuck, you taste good.” He licked her again from her hole to her clit and sucked the bundle of nerves into his mouth. He held her legs wide. There was nothing she could do.
She was at his mercy. It was a place she hoped to find herself often.
Just before she reached her second orgasm, he let her go and set her feet on the car. “I’m looking forward to doing that again. Next time, I won’t stop until you come all over my tongue.
“I’m looking forward to it, sir.”
“Are you comfortable? I need to get a condom on.”
“I’m good. Thank you, sir.”
He kept his gaze on her as he lowered his zipper. His hard cock was sheathed in seconds.
She spread her knees wide, making way for him to come as close as he wanted. The hard ridge of his cock knocked against her clit and her pleasure grew.
He grabbed her breast, molded it in his hand, letting her go only to pinch the tip.
“I love the way you handle me, sir.”
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