A Firm Hand: 2 (Bound to You)

by Blake, Fallon

  “Not yet,” Brian replied.

  “She’s going to be all kinds of fun then,” Jared said as he took Brian’s vacated seat.

  “I agree.” Brian punctuated his statement by slapping the falls of the flogger against his open palm. The sound sent a rush of excitement zinging along her skin, puckering her nipples and making the hair on her arms stand on end. He circled her, his eyes never leaving her body, and slapped the flogger against his palm again. Gen flinched at the loud crack.

  “Easy.” Brian ran his hand down her side in a soft caress as if to calm her.

  She stretched, leaning into his touch, hungry for contact. He rewarded her by trailing the falls over her sensitive breasts. She whimpered, wanting more.

  “Spread your legs wide,” he commanded.

  She was happy to obey. This time he rewarded her by gently slapping the tips of the tails against her sex again and again in quick erotic succession. She tilted her pelvis forward, aching for the feel of the suede on her clit. The stinging pleasure was merely a tease, just shy of giving her the release she so desperately needed. She wanted to cry when he drew the flogger away. Her frustration was momentarily forgotten when he subjected her to a deep, intimate kiss. He pulled away and she stretched forward, reluctant to let him go, but was stopped short by her restraints.

  He circled around behind her and she followed him in the mirror. The first lash against her buttocks was firm but restrained and held just a hint of sting. The second came just after, warming her skin. He continued, crafting a rhythm and building intensity. From the backs of her thighs to her shoulders, he flogged her over and over. Pleasant yet painful, it reminded her why she used to like this particular instrument so much. She closed her eyes and began to drift, letting her head fall.

  “Open your eyes, Genevieve.” Brian’s voice pierced through the first tendrils of fog.

  With reluctance, she obeyed, lifted her chin and connected her gaze with his in the reflection. Just when she’d started to float away, he pulled her back. She wished he hadn’t. She wanted to disappear into the pain. Forget him and what she couldn’t have for a little while. He wasn’t going to allow her that.

  She decided then she wouldn’t allow him to relegate her to the long line of temporary toys he’d played with. She would make damn sure he wouldn’t be able to forget her even after she was gone. God knew she’d never forget him. He was under her skin, in her blood.

  Brian’s strokes grew more fervent and he allowed the tails to wrap around her abdomen, flicking against her stomach and occasionally catching her breasts. Her body tingled with heat as blood rushed to the surface. Every nerve alive and buzzing.

  The lashes stopped and she immediately missed the steady, mesmerizing rhythm. Brian went to the cabinet and hung up the flogger. He took out a thin rattan cane, very much like the one he used at home. She had a love-hate relationship with this particular tool. Nothing could send her to that dreamy space faster than a cane. Of course nothing could elicit ear-piercing screams like it either.

  “Now that the easy part is over,” Brian murmured as he stood behind her once again, “it’s time for the hard part.”

  “I’m always ready for the hard part, Sir,” Gen said.

  Laughter rippled through the room. Brian immediately unleashed a vicious stroke directly across the back of her right thigh.

  Fuck. She inhaled with a sharp whine, going up on her toes. That. Hurt.

  She caught Jared’s grin in the mirror’s reflection. He studied her for a moment, his eyes narrowing slightly. Though she knew it was wrong, she didn’t drop her gaze. Defiantly, she stared at the imposing Dom as she tried to catch her breath.

  “I see it now,” Jared said softly. “Her body language says submissive. She’s got that down well. So well in fact you almost miss what’s in her eyes.”

  Shit. What had Brian told her? Not to make eye contact with the Dominants. Why couldn’t she be a good little submissive and obey?

  “And what would that be?” Sophia asked.

  “Her eyes say you’ll never break me. On top of that, she’s a masochist. She’s like candy for a sadist. It’s a wonder you don’t keep her chained to your bed 24/7, Brian.”

  “Believe me, I’ve thought about it.” Brian lightly ran the cane up and down one of her thighs.

  She tensed. Staying still required a conscious effort. Anticipation made her want to shy away from the vicious thing. She knew he wasn’t about to take it easy on her, but wished he’d get started already. Patience wasn’t in her bag of virtues.

  She didn’t have to wait long. Brian began with a series of light taps up each thigh and across both cheeks of her ass. There wasn’t an ounce of force behind the thin rod. The sensation was strange. She wasn’t used to the more sensual aspects of this implement. In the past its appearance always meant she was in for something severe. But this was actually pleasant. She’d better enjoy it while it lasted.

  “Tell me why you’re being punished, Genevieve,” Brian asked.

  She almost groaned aloud. Did he have to do the lecture thing in front of everyone? She’d take pain over that any day.

  “Because I was disrespectful to Master Jared, Sir.” She almost choked on the Master part.

  “What have I told you about your lack of respect?” Brian continued to pepper her backside with soft touches from the cane.

  “That I am to think before I speak and act, Sir.”

  “Very good. We may just make a submissive of you yet.”

  He came up behind her and pressed the length of his body against hers. His erection provocatively teased her through the smooth fabric of his pants. He ran his fingers along her belly, the soft touch drawing a sigh from her lips. He lowered his hand until he cupped her pussy. The intimate contact had her thinking of pressing her thighs together and grinding against him. As much as she wanted that, she held still. He was in control. She wouldn’t dare move without his permission, not with the potential for release so close.

  He drove a finger into her channel, angling it to stroke her G-spot. “Fuck yourself with my hand. I want to feel you come,” Brian whispered in her ear.

  Normally, she’d have been mortified by what he’d ordered her to do. She was too mindless with need to care and afraid he’d withdraw his offer if she hesitated. Grinding her hips, she pressed against his hand. She shifted a little to one side, seeking just the right amount of friction on her clit. Brian’s hand stayed in the same position, offering no help. She was in this on her own. The pressure to perform was daunting. He expected her to make herself come while a captive audience studied her every move. No stress there.

  She rocked and thrust, and though it felt good, she couldn’t seem to garner the precise amount of pressure needed for an orgasm. Frustrated, she blew out a breath and shifted again, attempting to find a better position. What had happened to the crazy amount of arousal she’d had just moments ago?

  “Genevieve.” Brian’s whisper immobilized her. “This is not for your pleasure or theirs but for mine and mine alone.”

  His words burst something open in her. A rage of sensation shivered across her skin straight to her clit. Somehow, he’d known just what to say to halt her inhibitive thoughts.

  This time when she moved, she did so for him. She closed her eyes, concentrating on the feel of his hand, the warmth of his breath across her collarbone and the promise of his cock pressing against her from behind. Her body trembled as she worked for the pleasure. Coming shouldn’t be this difficult, damn it. Brian, seeming to sense her distress, clamped down on her cunt, finally bringing her to climax. There was nothing mind-blowing about it. A whisper compared to the screaming pleasure Brian was capable of giving her, but she’d take what she could get.

  Brian withdrew his hand slowly and brought it to her lips. Instinctively she licked his fingers, cleaning her juices from them. He made an appreciative sound low in his throat then backed away from her, leaving her wanting more.

  Just when he’d lulled he
r into a sense of security, he laid a line of fire across her sweet spot with the cane. She struggled to swallow a scream, shifting her weight between each foot. The swing from pleasure to pain made her dizzy.

  “That was adequate, but you and I both know you can do better. With that lack of enthusiasm, one might think you’re bored. Am I boring you, Genevieve?”

  “No Sir, never.” She was about as far from bored as she could possibly get. Her nerves were getting the better of her. She needed to pull it together. The last thing she wanted to do was embarrass him. He’d spent some time training her, but she was no seasoned slave. Was it showing?

  “Are you sure you wouldn’t rather take a nap?” Brian asked.

  “No Sir,” she replied, capturing his gaze in the mirror. “There is nothing in this world I’d rather do than serve you.”

  The barest smile quirked the corner of his lips. “Good answer. If you take this caning well, I promise to remind you what a real orgasm feels like.”

  Yes, please.

  He struck her again, falling almost immediately into a pattern. Four soft strokes followed by a fierce blow that stole her breath and made her dance like a marionette. A cruel cadence of torment. With the need for release gone, there was nothing left to focus on but the pain. A calculated move executed by a skilled sadist. Brian wasn’t playing around tonight.

  One, two, three, four, scream.

  She changed her mind. Odd numbers were hateful things.

  A sweat broke out on her brow as he ramped up the intensity of the lashes. Her thighs and ass were on fire as he layered the pain, building her agony. Small, uncontrollable sounds escaped her as he worked his way up her thighs across her ass and back down again, the cane gentle one moment and searing the next.

  Her arms and legs felt weighted and heavy. Maintaining her form had grown from uncomfortable to extremely difficult. Because she was able to predict where the blows would land, she had to fight the rising desire to evade the brutal rattan. She forced her attention on Brian’s reflection in an attempt to center herself. His expression took her by surprise. The pride shining in his gaze made her heart swell.

  Breathe. Accept. Submit. She would endure this. For him.

  Subspace began stealing bits of her awareness and happily, she sank into it. The hurt from the conversation she’d overheard, the collar, her doubts…all gone in a flurry of pain. Even the audience disappeared. There was only Brian. Only pain.

  Strong arms lifted her from behind and pulled her from her haze. Her back came against a broad, muscular chest. Confused, she realized it was Jared. He lifted her, hooked her knees over the crooks of his arms and spread her legs wide. She barely had time to register what was happening before Brian drove his cock into her pussy with almost bruising force. She cried out, leaning against the wall of man behind her. Even though she felt the evidence of Jared’s arousal pressing against her lower back, his touch and demeanor were void of sexual connotation.

  Over Brian’s shoulder she was surprised to see the others were no longer simply watching her, but fully engaged in their own erotic play. Indie was seated in Banner’s lap as they watched the scene before them. Her legs were splayed provocatively as he fondled her and whispered in her ear.

  No longer acting as a footstool, Daniel had removed Sophia’s boots. He bathed one of her delicate feet with his tongue while she caressed his toned ass with the tip of her crop. But for all Daniel’s attention, his Mistress’s eyes were glued to the scene before her. A hint of lust visible in her pale gaze.

  Brian and Jared had complete control of Gen’s body, but she commanded the attention of everyone in the room. An exhilarating paradox.

  The metal clips holding her wrists captive jangled with each thrust, drawing her attention away from the others and back where it belonged. Brian began fucking her with unadulterated ferocity. Sweat dripped from his brow and they watched together as his cock disappeared inside her over and over again. The connection of their bodies made a lurid picture, hurling her toward climax.

  Brian pressed a thumb against her clit and rubbed rough but deliberate circles, bringing her right to the edge. The fullness of his cock inside her, the feel of his skilled fingers, Jared at her back, it was more than she could handle. Pleasure spiraled through her, tightening her pelvis, stealing her breath.

  “Please,” she begged.

  “Come, Genevieve. Scream it out for everyone to hear.”

  In a blinding flash of ecstasy, Gen flew apart. Her hoarse scream echoed through the room. Tremors racked her body. Jared held her tight as she bowed against him. Brian came seconds later, squeezing her thighs and pumping his seed deep within her. Overwhelming sensation flooded through her. She fought against her bonds, writhing between the two men.

  Brian gripped her collar and pulled her face to his. “Shh, it’s okay,” he whispered between panting breaths.

  She whimpered as she struggled for oxygen. She couldn’t seem to get enough air. She felt trapped and exposed all at once. To her horror, she realized her cheeks were wet. Why was she crying?

  Still seated inside her, Brian caught her lips in a tender kiss. He then looked directly into her eyes, stroking her hair with a gentleness that calmed her. “It’s okay. Just breathe.”

  Gen focused on his face, his voice, and allowed him to anchor her. She realized in that moment where her panic stemmed from. She was terrified he would revert to treating her with cold indifference as he had so many times before. She couldn’t handle that kind of rejection in front of his friends. They would know her relationship with Brian held no depth. That was more truth than she could bear when she was this vulnerable.

  Brian took a step back from her and fastened his pants. Gen braced for his withdrawal, hating the fresh tears that blurred her vision. Jared carefully disentangled her legs from his arms and set her on her feet. He stayed behind her, lending her the support she needed. It was a good thing he had because her knees were no better than worn-out rubber bands.

  A hand reached out and stroked her cheek. Brian. Throwing caution to the wind, she leaned into his touch, rubbing her cheek against his open palm with a silent plea. His tender expression gave her hope. Maybe tonight would be different. Maybe tonight he would be the Dom she’d always wanted.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Brian removed Genevieve’s restraints. Free of the cuffs, she pitched forward. Brian caught her easily and pulled her into his arms. Shaking, she hid her face against his chest and clung to him as though he’d just rescued her from the edge of a steep cliff. He didn’t usually allow himself this much affection but he was no match for her tears and tiny, trembling form. Every protective instinct in him flared to life.

  “Shh,” he whispered. “I’ve got you.”

  She seemed to calm at the sound of his voice, her breath catching with small sobs. “I’m sorry. I don’t know why I’m crying.”

  “It’s okay. You’ve earned every one of those tears. Thank you.”

  “For what?” she asked, pulling back just far enough to look him in the eyes.

  “Your submission is the most amazing gift I’ve ever been given.” He had no idea why he’d said it but that didn’t make it any less true.

  Her brow crinkled as her eyes filled with fresh tears. He kissed her before they could spill free. A well of emotion sprung up inside of him. Something he couldn’t quite define. This girl was going to be his undoing and he wasn’t sure he had the power to stop it.

  Silence. He became hyperaware that everyone in the room had gone still and all eyes were focused on the two of them. His friends had just witnessed a vulnerable moment, one he didn’t feel comfortable sharing. He could almost hear their speculative thoughts. One thing was certain—he was done providing their entertainment.

  “You’ll have to forgive us, but we’re finished here. I’m taking my submissive upstairs,” he said as he scooped Genevieve up in his arms. She was a broken doll in his embrace, limbs limp and floppy. “Jared, send one of your slaves up with a
few bottles of water and some of your best chocolate, if you would. After that, I’d prefer not to be disturbed for the rest of the night.”

  Jared threw him a knowing grin. Bastard. “Leaving so soon?”

  Brian shot him a look of warning.

  “Of course, we understand if you prefer to be alone after that spectacular scene. Pity you’re not in the mood to share. I’ll send Lila up with provisions.”

  Brian didn’t wait for anyone to say good night and quickly swept Genevieve upstairs. He entered their room and set her down on the bed. Studying her, he took her small hands in his. She shook like a leaf in his grasp. Her eyes, swollen from tears, still held the haze of subspace. The brave girl who’d taken a caning with grace and dignity seemed so fragile sitting before him.

  He kept his gaze soft and steady as he lifted her chin so that she would look at him. “How are you?”

  “Okay, I think. Just…fuzzy.”

  A lie if he’d ever heard one.

  “Sit tight.” He gave her a reassuring squeeze before heading to the bathroom.

  He ran the shower, testing it to make sure it wouldn’t be too hot. A bath would have been more comfortable, but he didn’t want her sitting in warm water with the trauma her backside had been through. The welts would be much worse with the constant heat. A shower was better if she could manage it.

  He returned to the bedroom just as a knock sounded at the door. He answered it and found Lila wearing a deceptively innocent smile and little else. She carried a silver tray stocked with the items he’d requested and presented it to him in a way that framed her large breasts.

  With distaste he remembered this particular slave from a few of Jared’s parties last year. She was a predator posing as prey. Jared certainly had his work cut out for him. He’d bet good money Lila was here at her own behest, searching for a wealthy Dom under the guise of slave training. If he knew anything, Jared wasn’t fooled. He’d crack her façade soon enough. Whether Lila stayed and allowed the Master trainer to dig out the woman buried beneath the thick layer of makeup and fake smile remained to be seen. Right now, Brian had little patience for her games.