A couple of the Doms chuckled. One said, “Hear, hear.”
My Master turned to the other subs. “Kimberly, I’ve already talked to Master Markus and he has agreed to let me borrow you to help with Bad Girl’s punishment if you don’t mind.”
I couldn’t help myself, I let out a little gasp. Kimberly’s eyes lit up and she flounced over.
“Anything you need, Sir.”
“If you would be willing to give Bad Girl her spankings in between her fingering herself, I would appreciate that. She’ll bend and hold the edge of the lounge chair with her legs spread so you can be sure to make each paddle count. I’d like to see the engraving on the paddle marked clearly on her skin with each blow.”
He turned the paddle over to show what it had engraved on it that would very clearly mark into my skin with each blow. And he was right, it was perfect.
Bad. Girl.
He turned to me. “You will thank Kimberly for each smack and then kiss her feet before each round of finger-fucking yourself. And if you don’t get yourself off fast enough you’ll do it while she spanks you.” My face burned.
“Would that be alright with you, Kimberly?”
“Oh, yes sir.” Her smile told me she hoped it would happen.
Master nodded. “Let’s begin.”
He pointed to the lounge chair and I folded myself at the waist, grabbing it, well aware of how exposed my naked ass was in the air. Everyone could see it, especially Kimberly.
“Whenever you’re ready, Kimberly.”
Less than two seconds later the paddle struck me right across the ass.
“Aaaaaaaah!”
I shifted on my legs back and forth as the burn flooded my body. I hadn’t been ready! Plus, Master always warmed me up, giving me a few medium strength licks with the paddle or belt before going straight in to the hardest.
I could hear chuckles behind me, and someone whistled. Even the other submissives were giggling.
“Thank you, Kimberly,” I said.
Three seconds later the thin wood hit me again, across the tops of thighs this time. A small yowl escaped me. More hoots and laughter.
“It really does make a clear imprint, doesn’t it?” one of the Doms said.
“Thank you, Kimberly,” I said in a shuddery breath.
The words weren’t even out of my mouth before the paddle whaled onto my ass again. I sobbed, wanting desperately to rub the sting. Also wanting to run inside and see the BAD GIRL imprint on my skin in the mirror.
I turned, face burning to see everyone so amused at my discomfort and dropped before Kimberly, kissing one foot and then the other. “Thank you for disciplining me, Kimberly.”
I’ll admit, I was trying to get on her good side.
“You’re welcome. I look forward to the next six. I’m just getting warmed up.”
So much for getting on her good side.
Master nodded at me, so I stood there and began fingering myself. Everyone glanced at me occasionally, but mostly had gone back to their own conversations, and eating the fruit and desserts I’d brought out earlier.
I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t wet before I even touched myself. The spanking by Kimberly had hurt, but the knowledge that everyone was watching me get spanked, knowing what a naughty girl I was… it had turned me on.
I worked my fingers in and out of my pussy, twirling my thumb straight onto my clit. I’ll admit, it didn’t take long for me to come. Especially since already I’d gone to the edge twice today before Master pulled me back.
I moaned loudly as my orgasm washed over me, thrusting into my own hand. There was a little round of applause at the table, before Master motioned for me to get back into position for my next round of spankings.
She was just as brutal. I was sobbing by the time I’d thanked her for the third lash. I winced as I bowed down to kiss her feet again. When I looked up at her, she was grinning. She was going to lord this over me forever.
Master caught a glance of the interplay between Kimberly and I and I thought he might not let her do the last three spanks with the paddle.
“Kimberly,” Master said. I grinned as she looked a little worried. “I see how much you are enjoying helping in disciplining the Bad Girl.”
Kimberly lowered he head. “Yes, Sir.”
I almost sputtered when I saw Master put a finger under her chin. “Would you mind holding Bad Girl’s legs good and firm up in the air while she fingers herself this time? I want to make sure everyone has a good view of that naughty pussy.”
Kimberly beamed. “Oh, yes, sir!”
Why had he let Kimberly do it?
I knew why. He wanted to make sure I learned my lesson. That I didn’t forget it. That every time I walked by Kimberly at the club and she smirked at me, I would remember this moment.
Master put a towel on the ground and I lay down on it. Kimberly stood over my head and motioned for me to bring up my legs, snickering the whole time. She held my ankles as wide as her arms would allow, drawing my hips off the ground, as I finger fucked myself. I felt so exposed, so humiliated, but I also loved it. One of the Doms had pulled his sub into his lap and had his own fingers working inside her pussy at the same rhythm mine fucked myself. I found Master’s eyes and stared at him as my orgasm ripped through me again, legs held high and wide.
Kimberly looked positively gleeful that it was time to pound on me again. But Master took the paddle from her.
“I’ll do the last three.” He turned to me. “Assume the position and thank me in between.”
To be honest, Master wasn’t any easier on my sore ass than Kimberly had been, but it was easier to take knowing it was him and knowing he loved me.
I was still bawling by the third blow.
“On your knees on the lounger. This time it’s going to be my fingers that fuck you to orgasm.”
He got behind me, his leg slipping between mine, opening them further. He fucked me hard with his fingers, wrapping his other arm around my hips and pulling me back so he could grind against my sore ass.
He leaned over my back as his fingers worked in and out of me, first one, then adding a second, then a third. My hips were meeting him thrust for thrust, my pussy clenching around him.
“Your cunt belongs to me. I say when you can come and when you can’t.”
I could barely think, only feel, as he continued to roughly thrust his fingers into me. I sobbed his name over and over, holding myself back from my orgasm, waiting for his command.
Finally it came. “Now, Bad Girl. I want you to scream as you come.”
He pinched my clit between his finger and thumb and I did. I screamed and sobbed and promised to be a good girl from now on.
And I meant it.
Later that night, as Master fucked me good and hard in missionary position, I sobbed again as my abused flesh rubbed against the sheets. Afterwards he kissed all the BAD GIRL marks and we drifted to sleep.
When I woke the next morning he was gone to the gym once more. For just a second I wondered if I could get away with touching myself again…
But when I tried to move, I couldn’t. This time he’d handcuffed me to the headboard.
Master knew his Bad Girl very well.
I was his, forever.
Chapter Three
Lexi slipped on the black silk mask and made sure it was securely zipped in the back. It covered three-quarters of her face and some of her blonde hair, coming from mid-forehead, and ending just above her lips. There was no chance of this slipping off.
She settled into her own skin, her breathing becoming easier as she once again looked at her reflection. The person staring back at her was Alexandra, successful co-owner of SilverSystems, forty-year-old widow and sexual submissive.
One of these things is not like the others…
Lexi could hear the children’s song playing through her mind and closed her eyes. She was Alexandra, was the successful co-owner of SilverSystems, and a sexual submissive.
But s
he wasn’t Alexandra Silver. She was Alexandra Durham, called Lexi by damned near everyone her whole life. She was twenty-three, not forty, and she wasn’t a widow.
Alexandra Silver, Lexi’s friend and business partner, would never set foot in a BDSM club, at least not since her husband had died. But she hadn’t minded when Lexi hadn’t corrected anyone when they assumed she was Alexandra Silver rather than Alexandra Durham. Both women were the same general body type, had blonde hair, and with the mask it really was difficult to know Lexi wasn’t Alexandra.
Lexi had been racked with guilt after the initial deception and had confessed to Alexandra with tears at her house the next day. Alexandra had just laughed.
“Honey, if a bunch of people can see your naked body and think that’s me, then please, go back every night you possibly can. Where a neon sign stating you’re Alexandra Silver.”
Lexi hadn’t, but neither had she corrected people when they assumed that the Alexandra who worked at SilverSystems was Alexandra Silver. They shouldn’t assume.
Alexandra also knew the true reason Lexi was going to the BDSM clubs on mask nights. To catch a glimpse of Jackson Calder.
Or, more realistically, to make sure he caught a glance of her.
Jackson Calder. The man she been fantasizing about since she was sixteen years old, when he’d shown up at their house one Christmas. Her older brother's best friend.
He’d been just as tall and strong then as he was now. Thick brown hair and tanned skin that were in stark contrast to piercing blue of his eyes. A strong chin and carved jaw completed the near-perfect package.
And downright lickable abs. She’d been dreaming about them for years.
She offered herself to him four years ago. Had wanted him, and knew he wanted her too. Knew he loved her. But he'd left, convinced not only that he was too old for her, but that she couldn't handle him. Couldn't handle his sexual needs.
Then, that had probably been true. Now? She could handle anything he wanted to throw at her.
Or in her.
She spent the past four years making herself into a woman she could be proud of. She finished college early, started a wonderful business with the other Alexandra, and had made a concerted effort to understand her own sexuality.
If she expected to be able to hold someone like Jackson, she had to know who she was and love herself.
Lexi was now that woman. And sometime on this ship the mask was coming off. If Jackson, like everyone else, assumed she was Alexandra Silver, then Lexi was about to prove him wrong.
Regardless of who he thought she was, the two of them had been circling each other for six months. He now knew she showed up at every masked event at one of the exclusive Los Angeles BDSM clubs. He'd started showing up for every masked night too. They'd never scened together, had never even talked to one another alone, but they were always aware of each other. How many times had she found herself on a spanking bench, only to look over and see him at the front of the crowd, watching?
And he wasn't the only one who watched. Lexi took great pleasure in seeing him use a leather flogger on another willing submissive until she'd begged him to let her come, and he'd taken her right there in front of everyone.
The woman's eyes had literally rolled back in her head, she'd come so hard. Lexi herself had been dripping by the time it was done, wishing so much it had been Jackson’s cock inside her.
And when she'd watched Jackson and his friend Donovan take a woman together at the club – the woman stuffed on either end with both men’s massive dicks – she’d had to excuse herself so she could go masturbate in one of the private rooms. Making it home without touching herself hadn’t even been an option.
She wanted Jackson. Her Virgo wanted his Aries in every possible way.
The letters… The letters she wrote him were just her way to tease. To express all the hot, dirty thoughts he evoked in her. She would never have the nerve to say things like that to him out loud, mask or no mask. But writing them? Her absolute pleasure.
She loved creating those letters for him. Loved how the only physical contact they had was how their hands touched when she passed the letter to him each time they saw one another at the club twice a month. How his eyes flared when he saw the cream envelope with gold trim.
He loved reading her scenarios as much as she loved writing them. Stories about naughty subs or subs been taken by two men at once, or being tied up and treated like a pet.
He'd made sure she knew he liked them. Would he still like them when he found out they were written by Little Lexi rather than Alexandra Silver?
It was her job to prove a little Lexi didn't even exist anymore. She glanced in the mirror again, adjusting the black leather harness outfit she wore. It started at the neck, then crossed in an X over her torso and her back, leaving her breasts exposed. The leather then circled her waist, before running down the outside of her hips and legs. Material then molded to the tops of her thighs and knees. Her ass and pussy were completely visible. Accessible.
O-rings were sewn into the leather at strategic points: The front and back of her neck, her waist, her thighs and knees. It was an outfit meant for submission.
And she hoped Jackson would take advantage of it tonight.
She arranged her thigh-high stockings more perfectly, then slipped on her leather over-the-knee boots.
She was ready to seduce the hell out of Jackson Calder. Although tonight, only in the public scening area, and only with a mask on.
Because Lexi wasn't here just to seduce Jackson. She also had a job to do. There was a problem here on the ship with the software SilverSystems had installed. But it wasn't just a glitch. Someone was trying to steal from Calder Enterprises, and was using a link through their software to do it.
That was unacceptable to Lexi on multiple levels. Professionally, because SilverSystems was her baby. She was the brains behind all the hospitality programs and software they sold. So someone using her software for theft? Completely unacceptable and she had a plan to catch whoever was behind it.
But also she wanted to catch the thief because he or she was stealing from Jackson. Lexi wasn't going to allow that to happen. So tonight she was going to lay an electronic trap for whoever was trying to use SilverSystems programming to skim from him.
Catch a crook, come out of the BDSM closet, and seduce the man she'd loved for years.
It was going to be an interesting cruise.
Chapter Four
The familiar sounds and sights and even smells of a BDSM club floated around her. Lexi smiled at the thought. This time they did literally float around her since the Celestial was currently sailing off the eastern coast of Italy.
The sounds of whips and paddles striking flesh was like a second home to Lexi. The moans of both agony and ecstasy — usually by the same person — also well known. The sight of someone bound, helpless, or displayed in a manner that freed them from their minds was lovingly familiar to her now.
But no matter how the pleasure came — by receiving pain, causing pain, exposure, dominance or submission — the smell of a BDSM place was the same. A heady mix of passion and desire. Human nature being hurled towards its most basic demands was a scent more alluring than any man-made perfume.
BDSM wasn't all about pain, of course. Some submissives would come here and never experience pain. Perhaps what they needed was found in the act of serving, or being dominated, or displayed, or bound, or just allowing someone else to make the decisions for them.
Lexi had spent many an hour trying to figure out why the lifestyle appealed to her. Part of it was her Virgo Zodiac sign. Being submissive, pleasing a master sexually, was just in her nature. It definitely wasn't because any sort of abuse in her past or darkness in her life. It wasn't because she couldn't make her own decisions or wasn't strong on her own.
The opposite, in fact. She knew her mind. Knew how strong it was. She was the intellectual driving-force behind a multi-million dollar software company. Alexandra Silver may be
the face and name — and financial backing — behind SilverSystems, but Lexi was the brains.
She put out fires, nonstop, all day long — whether she was at the office or not — about the challenges, problems and goals of SilverSystems. How to make things better. How to fix things that were broken. Or, in the case of how she'd come to be on the Celestial, how to catch a possible saboteur.
So for her, BDSM was all about escaping from her own head. Finding a man strong enough to demand, force, her to let go of her control, her overthinking, and submit to him. Sometimes that came from being displayed naked publicly for a master's pleasure. Sometimes it came from the pain of a flogger or belt or paddle striking her. Sometimes it came from being bound to the point where she couldn't move and was completely vulnerable to anything the master wanted.
When it was the right master.
“I'm sorry, Sir, what were you saying? I got caught up in the atmosphere for a moment.” Lexi's tone was respectful, as all sub’s tones were to be when talking to a Dom. Good Doms didn't show their strength by enforcing verbal rules during regular conversation, although sometimes less-experienced or over-compensating ones did.
“So why just anal and oral for you?”
The man liked to be called Master Magic Mike and unfortunately Lexi knew him from Los Angeles. He had been trying to get Lexi to do a scene again with him for months. The one and only scene they'd done together, a flogging scene, hadn’t been something she cared to repeat.
First he'd been too soft with the flogger, then when he'd asked her if she liked it – never a great sign when a Dom couldn't figure out if his sub was enjoying something – she'd asked if he would go a little harder.
As if she’d criticized him for being too weak, he'd ratcheted up the pain level so high she almost had to safe-word out.
Jackson actually saved her by entering the dungeon just as the pain got too overwhelming. She’d focused on him, on trying to bear it. Then Jackson came over to talk to Magic Mike, stopped him from striking Lexi with the flogger and said something quietly.
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