Vaughn's Awakening [The Black Dahlia Hotel 2] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic)

by Skye Michaels

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  It was late Sunday afternoon, and Alexa and Cyndy were sitting at the cabana bar near the pool enjoying an ice-cold beer and a plate of nachos.

  “Vaughn’s been gone for almost two hours. I hope this first time is going okay for her. She is a newbie after all.” Alexa was concerned. Since she had been the driving force in getting Vaughn to Le Club, she felt protective of their lifelong friend.

  “Yeah, but she’s been with Master Paul in two classes already. She has a feeling for his character. I think she’s ready to try it out for herself. I know she’s been curious to find out what the big deal is about.”

  “Well, he’d better treat her right—or else—Dom or no Dom.”

  “Have you seen the way he looks at her? I don’t think we have anything to worry about.” Cyndy was grinning. “He sure is a hunk-and-a-half.”

  “Shit, girlfriend. He’s two hunks.” Alexa rolled her eyes.

  “That’s hysterical. We’ll have to institute a hunk rating system for the Doms.” Cyndy looked around the bar and pool area. “Okay. That one over there with the dark blond hair and killer smile is a hunk, but his red-headed friend is only half a hunk.” Cyndy was a giggler, and now she started to giggle in what Alexa knew would develop into a case of hiccups if she didn’t cut her off.

  Both girls turned around with a start when they each felt a big hand land on their shoulders. Alexa gulped. Cyndy had stopped giggling. Yikes. It was a gorgeous dark-haired Dom that she didn’t know, but who might work for the hotel. “What is this disrespectful Dom rating system I’m hearing? Do you two uncollared subs need a trip to the dungeon to straighten you out?”

  He had a stern look on his face that would have made Alexa’s panties dampen under her skinny jeans—if she had been wearing any. “Uh, no, Sir. Sorry, Sir.”

  “What are your names? Are you with the Savannah club?”

  “Yes, Sir. Alexa Baker and Cynthia Adams, Sir.”

  “I’m Master Dom Dane Dunross, the manager of The Black Dahlia Hotel and Club. Have you been upstairs yet?

  “No, Sir. Not yet.”

  “I think you two definitely need a trip upstairs.” He glanced at each of them in turn. It looked like he was having a hard time keeping his stern demeanor, and she relaxed. She could see the sparkle of humor underneath his forbidding expression. Cyndy was obviously enthralled, and Alexa had to admit that a trip upstairs with this guy would be interesting. He started to walk away and then turned back. He snapped his fingers and pointed two paces behind. “With me. Now.”

  They jumped off their bar stools and took positions behind Master Dane. Oooh. Now the fun begins. The three walked through the lobby to the elevator. When they were inside the glass elevator, Master Dane pushed the button for the penthouse. The elevator came to a silent stop, and he flashed his black Dom bracelet in front of the reader. The doors opened onto the Black Dahlia dungeon, and Alexa could feel her eyes widening. The space was opulently decorated in dark and forbidding colors of deep red and navy blue and was arrayed with every piece of dungeon equipment she had ever seen, plus some she couldn’t identify. Wow. Several of the stations were occupied by members from their Savannah club as well as some other people she didn’t know.

  “Do you two subs want to play with me? I definitely think you both have earned a correction for your disrespectful attitude downstairs.”

  “Yes, Sir,” they said in unison.

  “Then go into the ladies lounge and undress. You will find wrist and ankle cuffs. Put them on and come back to me. If you take longer than five minutes, your punishment will be doubled. Now, move.”

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  Dane laughed as the two women scurried off in the direction of the ladies’ lounge. He had been watching them giggling and checking out all of the guys at the tiki bar. They were certainly attractive, and he thought they would turn out to be a handful—a very amusing double handful. He liked to top bratty subs. They never failed to earn good punishments. Alexa, the taller, slightly more slender blonde, blue-eyed one seemed to be the leader. The slightly shorter, curvy dark-haired Cyndy was more of a follower. But, the Dom rating system had been her idea, so she was no innocent bystander in this little subbie cabal. Yes, two smart-mouthed subbies were going to get a lesson in respect this afternoon. He was sure all three of them would enjoy it greatly.

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  Katina Rensakova, the hotel’s event planner, stood beside the front desk. She tucked a stray strand of her long, platinum-blonde hair back into her French braid and straightened her tweed jacket. She saw Dane Dunross enter the glass-enclosed elevator with two subs following behind him. She watched as the elevator rose to the top floor and Dane swiped into the dungeon. Well, it seemed nothing had changed. Dane was still not ready to settle down if the two attractive subs were any indication of how the wind blew. She felt a little clench of jealousy around her heart and in her lower regions. She wished she was taking a trip to the dungeon with him. No. That is not what I want at all. She had to work with Dane Dunross. He was her immediate supervisor.

  They had had a brief relationship a couple of years ago, and it had not worked out. He was a guy who did not want to be tied down. When he had broken it off with her after several months of an intense D/s relationship, she had been crushed. It had taken quite a while for her to get over him, if in fact she had. When she had discovered that he was the manager of The Black Dahlia she had not been pleased, but she needed this job. Her sister’s medical bills had been growing, and she was trying to help pay them off and keep her in treatment. Now was not the time to worry about Dane Dunross. She had bigger problems. She turned away and went back to her office in the admin area. When she was seated at her desk a few salty tears trickled down her cheeks. She shook them off and picked up a folder for a spring wedding and began to work on pricing the event and preparing a contract. Keep your eye on the ball. Dane can do whatever he likes.

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  Paul waited patiently for Vaughn to wake up. When she turned in his arms to face him, he smiled down at her. Her blonde-streaked hair was tousled and spread over his pillow, and her warm, round body was pressed up against his chest. “Hi. I thought you would never wake up.”

  “Oh, sorry, Master. You should have woken me.”

  “I enjoyed watching you sleep—all nice and warm and relaxed in my arms. You are a beautiful armful, Vaughn.” It seemed that she peered up at him from under her eyelashes to judge whether he spoke the truth or not. “I think it’s time to take this up a notch. What do you say?”

  “As you like, Master.”

  He tossed the covers off and pulled her out of the bed and over to the hanging chains. He had her faced into the corner with her arms bound up over her head and her legs spread and fastened to the spreader bar set in the floor before she could protest. He walked around her naked body and checked her bindings. He could see that she was a little uncomfortable being so open and on display. “You’ll get used to this, subbie. I’ll see that you do before we take this out to the main dungeon.” He smacked her butt and the crack echoed off the walls. “You will develop a more positive body image before we’re done here today—or else. Save yourself some spankings and just accept that the Master knows best.” She was beginning to get that recalcitrant look on her face so he moved in behind her, pulled her snuggly into his arms so she could feel his hard-on against the small of her back. “Do you think I have this reaction for every woman I see? That I am a dog who fucks any willing woman?”

  “No, of course not, Master.” He could hear the nerves creeping into her voice.

  “You’d better not, because that is not the case. I may play with some subs at the club, but I don’t necessarily bed them. That honor is reserved for a select few. When I find the one, it will be reserved for her only. Understand?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  He released her and walked in front of her again. “Be sure you do, Vaughn, because you might be the one.”

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nbsp; Vaughn was shocked. The one? What would that be like? Being the one and only for Phillip Paul Proffit. That is a scary thought. Vaughn looked up into his intense blue eyes. She felt the heat of them burning into her brain. She was helpless with her arms bound above her head and her legs spread wide open. He moved into her space. He ran his fingers over her wet pussy and plunged two fingers deep inside her. She bucked. She couldn’t control her reaction. He played with her clit until her hips were writhing. She needed more. God, she wanted him pounding deep inside her again.

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  Paul watched as her eyes began to glaze over. He needed to regain her attention. It was definitely time to kick it up a notch. “Okay, I think you’re ready for some impact toys.” He picked up a set of matched soft suede floggers and began the swishing back and forth action that landed the falls lightly over her upper back and butt. He needed to warm up her skin and muscles before he began the scene in earnest. Paul knew the feeling was similar to a deep body massage rather than stinging pain. He stroked the floggers over her back and butt and then struck softer and then harder again. He wanted to vary the sensations.

  He switched to the small wooden paddle. He hadn’t chosen one with holes in the surface that reduced air resistance. He didn’t want to overwhelm her with too much pain, and the cushion of air reduced the sting. This introduction to impact play would be eye-opening so he wanted to start slowly. Still, Vaughn probably found the slapping noise as he landed several strokes with the paddle shocking. Often it was the sound more than the actual feel of the strikes that got a sub’s attention.

  Paul changed to the crop he had worn tucked into the top of his boot earlier for a few stinging strokes before he picked up the short tail whip from the top of the credenza where he had laid it. He liked to start play slowly and build up to a crescendo and then taper off as he brought the sub back down. He walked in front of her until he as sure she had seen the whip. He took an end in each hand and skimmed it down over her back so that she felt the rough braid of the leather against her skin, and then he used it to pull her into his hard-on. Her eyes had widened and he could feel the nervous energy radiating off her body. He waited a beat as he thought she might be about to safe word. When she said nothing, he stood back and waited for the tension to build some more and then he cracked the whip. The sound bounced off the walls of the room. Her head jerked up and he could see her muscles tense. He brought the whip back and threw the first strikes. He landed a butterfly kiss in the center of each ass cheek. He knew the sensation was that of a light pinch, and she barely felt them. Her head came around in surprise. She had expected intense pain. He peppered her back and butt with a barrage of butterfly kisses before he threw one sharp strike across her ass. That was his signature move. He watched in fascination as her body began to quiver and her hips bucked in an involuntary reaction to the final white hot streak, and a cataclysmic orgasm rolled through her body.

  When the waves had quieted, he picked up the floggers again. They were matching and perfectly balanced. He slipped the end rings over his middle fingers and gripped the shafts firmly. He began an alternating, twirling Florentine rhythm of double impacts over her back and butt. Really, it was all in the wrists. He was careful to avoid her kidney and spinal areas. Finally, he slowed his strokes and brought her back down. When she was hanging quietly on the chains he could see that she had slipped into subspace. He was going to have to wait for his own satisfaction. Her aftercare came first.

  Paul removed Vaughn from the chains and laid her out on the bed again. He massaged a soothing chamomile lotion into her skin before he climbed in behind her, pulled her up against his chest, wrapped his arms around her, and covered them both with the comforter. He began rocking her gently in his arms. It was a half hour before her eyes had cleared and she had come out of the almost hypnotic subspace where she had gone. He had wondered if she had the capacity to go so far out of herself during a scene. Now he would have to make sure she didn’t experience sub drop. He kissed her temples and down the back of her neck. Then he just held her close to his heart for a few more minutes. He smiled to himself. Vaughn was new to BDSM, and this was a unique opportunity to paint his own vision on her like a clean canvas. This was his chance to teach her to love the lifestyle that he so enjoyed.

  Paul took a moment to roll on a condom, and when he was sure she had her faculties back, he slid his ramrod-hard cock into her from behind and began a strong, sure, but leisurely stroking. He soon had her moaning as she butted her ass back against his stomach with each stroke, asking for more. He picked up the pace and was soon ramming into her with the enthusiasm of a man who had been holding back too long. Finally he came with a blast. He withdrew almost to the end of his still rock-hard cock and forced himself to pause. She hadn’t come again, and he wanted to see what she would do. She jammed herself back against him and began to stroke his cock. She was almost at the precipice, and then he took over again and rammed into her until the waves of her orgasm broke over them both. He continued the long, slow, leisurely stokes until the shudders had stopped shaking her body. He held her tightly in his arms with his cock buried deep in the sweetest pussy he had ever known. When he finally softened and slipped from her body, he got up and disposed of the condom and then quietly slipped back into the bed behind her. Her luscious ass was nestled up against his dick, and they both slipped into sleep again.

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  When Vaughn awoke she reached behind her, but Paul was not in the bed. Her body was still humming with the orgasms she had shared with him. She had never come as hard or as often as she had this afternoon. She really hadn’t thought she had quite that much in her. She looked around and saw him standing next to the credenza about to open the bottle of champagne.

  He smiled at her. “Still sleepy?”

  “Just a little bit, Master.” He tossed her the silk dressing gown and she pulled it on.

  “Just Paul now. The scene is over. Let’s enjoy this champagne and the chocolate-covered strawberries in the fridge. And then I want to just hold you some more.”

  “You certainly are a snuggler.”

  “I won’t say it’s the best part, because it certainly isn’t, but I do love to hold your round, warm body.”

  She felt herself blushing. How strange after all they had done today that that comment should make her blush. “Really?”

  “Really. Don’t make me have to give you another spanking. I do think you’ve had enough for one day.” He grinned. “I’m a big guy. I like a big woman who can take a good pounding. I don’t want to worry about crushing some skinny little thing with my enthusiasm. I know what I like, and you are exactly it. I don’t want to hear any more argument about it or see any more insecurity on your face. If I do, I’ll paddle your ass right then and there no matter where we are at the moment. Understood?”

  She blushed an even deeper shade of red as she thought about him bending her over his knee and spanking her ass out in public. “Understood.” Vaughn had never felt so well-used or well-loved in her life, and she knew she had a lot to think about.

  He handed her a flute of bubbling champagne and turned to retrieve the tray of strawberries. He walked to the bed, put his glass on the bedside table and the tray on the mattress before he climbed back in and pulled the covers to his waist. He nestled her into the crook of his arm, kissed her solidly on the mouth and said, “Good. Here’s to us.” They clinked glasses and both sipped the cold champagne. Vaughn giggled with delight as the bubbles went up her nose. “I love to watch you laugh. You get into it with your whole body—just like when we’re making love.”

  “You’re embarrassing me.”

  He fed her a red, chocolate-covered strawberry and said, “Good again. I plan to do a lot of that—making your cheeks turn pink, making you laugh, smacking your ass, and making love.”

  Chapter Six

  In the Rawlston-Baker-Adams Suite at The Black Dahlia Hotel, Fort Lauderdale Beach, Florida, Sunday evening, December 27, 2015

>   Vaughn, Alexa, and Cyndy were having a glass of wine on the balcony before dressing for the evening. Alexa and Cyndy wanted every detail of her afternoon encounter with Paul. This was a problem. While they had always shared everything, she found for some reason that she wanted to keep part of her relationship with Paul private. “It was great. Everything I could have hoped it would be. So, what did you guys do?”

  Alexa had an “enquiring minds want to know” expression on her face, but Cyndy was eager to relate their afternoon adventure in the dungeon. “You’re not going to believe what happened! We were sitting at the tiki bar having a drink and admiring all of the guys. Well, not exactly admiring—which is how we got in trouble.” She started to laugh as she told Vaughn about the “hunk rating system.”

  “You didn’t. You guys are too much.”

  “Well, it was apparently too much for Dane Dunross, the manager of the hotel and club, who was standing behind us. He is gorgeous, by the way. Definitely a double hunk. Anyway, we got invited, or rather ordered, up to the dungeon for a punishment session for being so disrespectful.”