by Livia Grant
“Welcome back, Master Lambert and Ms. Castle,” Chase Cartwright’s seriously beautiful lover welcomed them. “Here’s your marble.”
Gabriella tried to step forward to take the white ball from Emma, but Connor pulled her hair to keep her stationary. Confused, she turned to question him, but her words died on her lips. The possessive dominance glaring back at her went straight to her already neglected pussy.
“Submissives wait for permission or direction from their dominant before moving.”
“But, we’re between scenes.”
“Excuse me. I didn’t ask you to speak. I won you for three hours. The wheel may direct our kinks, but you don’t get a recess between rolls, Gabby. Unless, you’re safe wording?”
He raised a disapproving eyebrow as he questioned her. His sudden abruptness surprised her, yet the almost electric current passing through his hand at her neck as he held her captive made her want to fall to her knees and beg him to fuck her. He’d left her all hot and bothered after their last scene, and while her brain wanted to hate this version of her old family friend the rest of her body was all-in for a night of debauched sex.
“I’m not safe wording, Connor.”
He moved like a ninja, releasing her neck to bring his hand down to swat her bare ass hard before returning to grip her neck with a renewed vigor. Unwanted tears came to her eyes, more out of embarrassment than due to real pain. “What is my name for the next hour and a half?”
Her heart rate spiked. “Sir.”
“Or?” he corrected.
Her mind raced, grasping for the right answer. “Master?”
The smallest of smiles played on his lips, lightening up the interaction. “Better. You may take the marble and roll for our next kink, sub.”
She bit her tongue to hold back the expletives that came to mind, mostly having to do with shoving the marble up his ass. She decided to have some fun.
“I’m so sorry, Master. Can I shine your shoes? Maybe lick them clean?” She was laying it on thick and she watched his smoky eyes turn black with a yummy dominance she could get used to.
“I’d take the marble and spin now, subbie, if I were you.”
That sounded like good advice.
Chase spun the wheel and she took the marble, throwing it in at the last second before the wheel stopped, her marble landing on Impact Play.
That was a kink she remembered, although didn’t necessarily wish for. Her only hope was Connor wouldn’t know all of the implements available to him, but based on his ear-to-ear grin, she might be in trouble.
“Well done. I couldn’t have picked a better kink for us, Gabby, even if Chase had let me. And this will be perfect for getting that pesky punishment you have coming out of the way.”
She would have never thought it possible, but the skin on her bare ass had started to tingle at the thought of Connor using an implement from his duffle bag on her clenched bottom.
She tried to back pedal. “Maybe we should roll again? Or maybe we could switch with the couple who went before us. I bet bukkake is better than impact play, whatever that is.”
She wouldn’t have believed it if she didn’t hear it first hand when Connor physically growled. An honest to goodness growl. “Over my dead body. I’m not going to have you kneel in the middle of the room and then watch a half-dozen guys surround you and jack-off until they all spray your face, tits, and hair with cum. That is if you’re lucky and they don’t expect you to drink it down.”
“Oh, God... that’s not what... I mean...”
“Don’t worry, baby, I know what you mean. Even what you want. But it’s my job to give you what you need. Let’s go.”
She didn’t like the emphasis he’d put on the word need. He threw the duffle bag he’d brought with him over his shoulder before returning his grip to the back of her neck. Gabriella tried to stand tall as she walked next to him, despite her lack of clothing. She could feel the eyes of spectators on her as Connor weaved them through the onlookers towards an unoccupied raised platform.
The second they climbed the two steps leading to the next platform, she knew things were about to get very real. Unlike the last space they’d scened that had been decked out with all things baby-nursery related, the heavy furniture on this stage was much closer to the traditional BDSM scenes she had researched. Memories of masturbating while watching porn stars being restrained in stockades or lashed to a whipping post warred with the bare reality of being the submissive in the spotlight.
The submissive who would take a punishment.
Heat combusted in her core that had nothing to do with the remnants of the hot cream Connor had smeared on her over an hour before. As she looked at the sturdy spanking bench with thick leather restraints, her pulse spiked thinking of being tied down and disciplined. When she remembered it would be Connor swinging the implement, a gush of embarrassing wetness flooded her center.
Lost in her own thoughts, she’d forgotten to track her Dom. She turned, finding him unloading a long line of frightening looking implements from the duffle bag. Did he seriously own over a dozen impact implements?
When he was finished, Connor turned and glared at her with an almost feral spark in his eyes. The come hither motion of his finger looked deceivingly innocent as he motioned for her to go to him.
Her bare feet were motionless, unable to move.
“Don’t make me come to you, Gabriella,” he warned.
At least he hadn’t called her the dreaded Gabby.
She willed her feet to step forward, one small step at a time until she was close enough for him to reach out to her. His gaze was intense. She looked down, her focus falling on the sturdy leather belt looped in his suit pants. Curiosity about how much it would hurt if he used that against her backside had her pulse spiking higher.
“Look at me,” he ordered.
She wanted to sass him. Tell him she was looking at him... his belt anyway. She wisely zipped her lips closed and raised her eyes until his fierce stare took her breath away. They’d had many firsts in the last few hours, but the sheer power glaring back at her took her breath away.
“Stand straight. Feet shoulder width apart. Hands behind your back, each hand gripping the opposite elbow.”
His tone had her jumping to follow directions. Once she’d complied, he raked his gaze up and down her nakedness, inspecting her from head to toes and back again before he continued.
“Now, I don’t know exactly what made you come here tonight, Gabriella, but I guess it’s irrelevant. You’re here. You signed up to be a submissive and you refuse to safeword.” He paused, crossing his muscular arms across his chest ominously. She got the impression he was choosing his words carefully when he continued. “While I’m fairly certain you’ll soon regret your decision to come here, I’ve decided to take full advantage of the situation. We’ve got a shitload of baggage built up between us and, like it or not, for the next two years I’m still in charge of your trust fund.
“So here is what’s going to happen. I’m gonna introduce you to what it means to be a real submissive and I’m going to do that with a variety of helpful implements — but there’s a catch. This isn’t going to be some playful game with a little happy-slappy. In case you missed it, Black Light is the real deal, and so am I. I’d ask you if you think you can handle it, but since you’ve already earned a real punishment, it doesn’t really matter. You’ll be receiving that punishment. Then, and only then, will you have the opportunity to walk away, you got it?”
His stern lecture worked like a magic charm, casting a foreign spell over her that made her want to beg him to bend her over the spanking bench and fuck her until next week. She had to physically shake her head to get the image out of her head.
“I asked you a question. Do you understand what’s about to happen to you?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, Sir.” She just couldn’t bring herself to say Master.
“I have que
stions. You will answer me quickly and truthfully. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Very good. First, have you ever been caned or flogged before?”
For a second she was worried her heart might beat out of her chest. She could feel the heat of a blush invading her cheeks. Her tongue was tied. It took her a bit of time, but she finally choked out, “No, Sir.”
“How about being restrained? Ropes? Hand-cuffs?”
“No, Sir.”
“Oh, for Christ’s sake. You’ve at least been spanked before, right? If not by a lover, then by your dad as a kid?”
“I would have actually needed to be in the same place as Father in order for that to happen.” Her answer, while truthful, came out snarky.
She saw a flash of something that looked like regret in his eyes, but it was gone in a moment. “So I’m to understand that you signed up for Roulette with absolutely zero experience as a submissive.”
“I watched a lot of movies.” Her defensive words sounded so stupid the second they left her mouth.
“Oh goody. You’re an expert,” he deadpanned. “I guess I have the info I need. I’m not going to gag you. I want you to be able to use your safeword. You have my permission to cry out if you need to.”
Permission to cry out? What the hell?
Her face must have shown her confusion. “Some Dom’s insist on silence during punishments. Lucky for you, hearing you screaming and crying is part of the attraction to the lifestyle for me.”
Holy shit.
The way he so casually said he couldn’t wait to hurt her took her breath away. He was serious.
Connor turned and walked to the line-up of implements. She couldn’t see what tool-of-his-trade he picked up, but as soon as he had something in his hand, he walked to the sole chair on the stage; a plain, wooden, straight-backed chair like you’d see around most dining room tables. He sat, stowing whatever he’d picked up under the seat.
He pinned her with a determined glare before patting his right thigh, deceivingly soft. It was a test. He wanted her to close the distance between them.
I can do this.
Small shuffling steps took her closer until he reached out and grabbed her, tugging her roughly across his lap. It took her breath away how fast she found her tummy folded over his left knee, her head, hands, and long hair dangling towards the floor. Connor’s right leg trapped her into position as he hugged her tight against him with his left hand.
Feeling precarious dangling, she grabbed onto his left ankle and shin, treating him like her anchor.
She jumped at the first touch of his open palm massaging her ass cheeks. The gentle squeezing felt wonderful. The softness lingered long enough that she relaxed, so when his right palm cracked down on her butt without warning, she squealed.
Damn, it stung.
Three more fast swats peppered her bottom before she could even catch her breath. She was grateful he paused, giving her time to regroup. She was so proud of herself. She hadn’t screamed her safeword yet, although considering she’d only taken four swats with his hand, she might be in a bit of trouble.
Massage. Spank. Squeeze. Swat.
Repeat.
Connor fell into a steady pattern, moving the point of impact around her ass until she was sure her whole butt had to be a bruised mess. She bit her bottom lip, determined to prove to him that she could handle her punishment without breaking down and screaming.
She’d hoped not to cry either, but when her vision of his pants blurred due to the tears in her eyes, she decided she’d settle for not crying out loud, or begging him to stop. That pledge got harder when he repositioned her so he could place a volley of harder swats at the top of her thighs where she was sure to feel them every time she sat down for the next few days.
Gabriella sighed with relief when the spanking ended. She was busy taking cleansing breaths when she felt him lean to the floor. Only then did she remember the other line-up of implements he’d laid out. Surely those were just to scare her? He wouldn’t...
Holy hell!
“Ahh!” she screamed. Where had he got the flamethrower and why was he using it to burn her ass?
She was still trying to catch her breath enough to speak when the second blanket of fire landed on her other ass cheek. All rational thought left her brain. She had one mission and that was getting the hell away from whatever the fuck Connor had in his hand. She fought like a mad woman, flailing with all of her might, but his hold on her had turned vise-like.
Whap! “Stop! You’re killing me!” Another splat connected a bit lower drawing her first animalistic howl.
The bastard sounded so calm as he cautioned her, “Stop is not a safeword, Gabriella.”
She kicked her legs as hard as possible, but he had her in a vice. She couldn’t see the bottom of the chair or the surrounding floor any more for the tears flooding her vision, but she clawed at his leg just the same, trying to get her fingernails dug into the flesh of his calf in the hopes of making him stop.
It only brought another scorching smack, this one accompanied with a lecture. “I see I have your attention, little girl. Aren’t you glad I gave you a nice warm-up so you won’t bruise?”
She could barely speak, “Warm-up? That was the punishment!”
He had the audacity to laugh. Not chuckle or scoff. A fucking rolling laugh.
Asshole. Smack!
“Oh, God, please stop. I have to be bleeding by now!”
“Seriously, you are barely pink back here. And I can absolutely promise you won’t bleed even one drop. Not on my watch.”
Four forceful thwacks pelted her burning butt in rapid fire and with them, an invisible dam broke inside her, releasing an animalistic wail just before a sob caught in the back of her throat. It was the kind of ugly cry reserved for mourning a sudden death or losing your favorite pet.
Too tired to keep fighting his grip, she collapsed like a wet noodle, sobbing while Connor delivered additional spanks to her blistered bottom.
“That’s a good girl. You’re taking your first hair-brushing so well.”
Damned if his unexpected praise didn’t heat her from the inside out. It still hurt like hell, but in some sick way, she was proud of herself for not screaming out red yet.
Apparently spanking and lecturing was a lot like walking and chewing gum... they were best done at the same time. Connor proved he was a pro as he started delivering a steady stream of spanks all over her ass as he warned her.
“This first punishment is for stealing the Black Light flyer from my desk and signing up for tonight even though you saw the warnings on the website about being properly invited to the event by a member.”
The burning pain of her ass was migrating lower, not because he had struck her anywhere but on her bottom, but all she could think about in that moment was making the pain stop and having his cock inside of her. The same cock she could feel poking her tummy as she renewed her struggling over his knee. The harder she struggled, the faster his swats fell and the easier it got to feel his erection.
I guess the bastard really does like to hear me cry.
Chapter 6
He should feel guilty, but he didn’t. Not even a little bit.
He was having too much fun to let guilt ruin his night.
He’d never scened with an inexperienced bottom before. He’d been in several long-term D/s relationships and played with many more submissives a time or two at the The Ropes in L.A. and Overtime when in D.C. But every play partner had known the score. She’d come ready to submit... ready for pain.
He was happier than he probably should be knowing he was the first person to dominate Gabriella. The first dom to paint that perfect ass of hers pink with his hand. The only man to tan her bratty bottom with his paddle hairbrush until she sobbed.
But the best part of tonight had been the front row seat he had to witnessing her first real test of submission. He hadn’t been sure she had it in her. Connor had glimpsed snippets of submission
from her, like the longing in her eyes as she’d kneeled at his feet in his office the month before, or when she’d allowed him to help her blow her nose, an intimate action. After she’d left his office, he’d convinced himself he’d imagined the tenuous connection he’d felt to his long-time pseudo-sister.
But tonight the connection was alive and well. In fact, it was taking all of his self-control to keep from unzipping his pants to fuck her like he’d paddled her––hard and fast.
Connor shook his head, refocusing on his task at hand.
He gently palmed her pink bottom, helping her calm between implements. It was time to see just how far little Gabby was willing to go in their game.
He released her from the grip of his legs and helped her gently move to a kneeling position between his now open legs. Her long hair was a tangled mess as she buried her face against his left thigh as the last of her tears fell against his pants.
Connor reached out to swish her hair away from her face, and nearly came like an untried teenager. Gabriella Castle was a beautiful woman. There were few people on the planet that would argue otherwise, yet she had never been more alluring than she was on her knees... clinging to him as if he were her lifeline... her mascara running down her cheeks... her eyes teary and soft.
Fuck. I want her.
He pulled the handkerchief he carried at the club out of his pocket and helped dry her tears. “Blow for me,” he instructed. Like in his office the month before, she obeyed without protest.
It would be so easy to take things to the next level, but he knew he couldn’t look himself in the mirror if he didn’t lay out her options for her.
“So, we’ve fulfilled the required punishment for Black Light.” He paused, surprised at the flash of disappointment she failed to hide from him. “I don’t normally do this, but as you are a newbie, I feel the need to give you an out if you want it.”
“What kind of out, Sir?” she whispered.
Christ, she was close to perfect. If only she wasn’t Gabriella Castle. That’s when he cried bullshit on himself.