When she didn’t answer immediately he tightened his hold on her neck just a little. “The proper response is ‘Yes, Master.’ Or, if you’re not comfortable with that, I’ll accept Sir. For now.”
Still she remained silent, though her trembling grew a shade stronger.
“Gia? Do you understand?” He dropped his tone and hardened it slightly. Not quite his full on Dom-in-control tone, but close enough that the woman began to tremble.
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.
“Good girl. Now where shall we go for a bit of privacy?”
“The back corner is usually quiet this time of the evening.” The woman behind the bar pointed.
“Thanks,” Dom said with a smile. “Now, princessa, can you walk, or do I carry you?”
Gia turned her head, leaning back just enough that she wasn’t cross-eyed as she looked into his eyes. He was immediately entranced by the swirling brown and gold eyes that sparkled with both submissive and sexual hunger.
“I can walk, Sir,” she said softly, just before the tip of her tongue swiped over soft pink lips.
Dom’s cock fully stiffened in response to that innocent gesture. Tilting his head, he closed the distance and kissed her, not bothering with any of the polite niceties as he took what he wanted. And what he wanted was to thoroughly taste and explore this lovely woman who just might be everything he was looking for in a woman.
She sucked a surprised breath through her nose, even as her mouth parted in welcome. Her hands came up and touched his sides before slowly sliding up and around his shoulders. Her fingertips dug into the flesh beneath his shirt as if to keep herself grounded.
Dom understood the action as he released her neck and slid his arm down and around so that arm bracketed her back. He slid his other arm under her thighs just above her knees. When straightened to his full six feet, she was in his arms.
He released her lips to look around for the corner the barmaid had suggested. Then, while the woman in his arm remained pliant and cooperative, he crossed the club floor.
Maybe Silk was right in her insistence for him to buy Club Esoteria. He would have to give it more serious thought than he had if this was the kind of women to be found here.
The corner was indeed private enough for what he needed. Once they dealt with Gia’s spanking, they would talk. Though his cock was hard as granite from holding her, he needed to make sure their likes and dislikes meshed as well as she fit in his arms. If not, he would check out the rest of what the club had to offer.
But first, he had a spanking to administer.
Chapter Three
Gia wasn’t sure what had happened in the last three minutes. From the moment she looked into eyes as black and shiny as the onyx ring on her right hand, to the moment her feet touched the ground and she swayed like a drunken monkey trying to find her balance, something in her brain had gone on the fritz. She had caved as soon as he touched her, needing to give over the control the hand wrapped around her neck had taken.
But a spanking before they had even talked? That was unheard of. Only it wasn’t here. Most of the claimed submissives had stories of their partners taking control in one form or another well before any sharing had taken place.
Sir did not move until she was steady on her feet. Then he stepped back and looked around the semi-private area they were in. Not finding an armless chair, he took a seat in the center of the loveseat. She stood before him, unable to move, unable to speak, unable to look away from those eyes as black as the onyx ring she normally wore on her right ring finger. It was the only piece of jewelry she had not yet pawned.
“Since I’m sure you’re sorry your little joke backfired, I’ll only give you ten swats on your bare ass.”
Gia wanted to argue the number. If applied properly, ten swats were enough to have her begging for more. More strokes, more pain, more stimulation. She was a masochist, but also had tender skin and nerves that were quick to scene.
Instead, she dropped her eyes away from his and asked, “Totally naked, or just bare ass, Sir?”
“Excuse me, Master Dominic. Could we speak with Gia for a moment before you begin?” Taurus spoke from several yards away.
When she looked over her shoulder, she saw Jenna and Silk stood on either side of him. All three stared at her with a serious intensity that sent an uneasy shiver up her spine.
“Certainly, Master Taurus,” Master Dominic said with a nod.
The three approached and though the man beside her took a step back, he did not leave her alone with the club’s owners and his sister. Did he know something she didn’t?
“Silk says you’re looking for a job,” Mistress Jenna began.
“Yes, ma’am.”
“She also said you have experience running clubs.” Taurus made his words a statement, not a question.
“Yes, sir.”
Taurus and Jenna exchanged a look, then looked at the man standing behind her before turning their attention back to her. “Would you be interested in running Club Esoteria?” Taurus asked.
Before she could take a breath to quiet the voice in her head screaming “yes, yes, yes,” Silk shifted to stand in front of her.
“That’s fine for the moment, but what happens if you really do sell the club? Will she be out of a job again?”
Taurus again looked at Dominic before answering. “We’d be willing to offer a year contract that states her employment will continue through the sale, unless the new owner decides to buy it out.”
Silk nodded, then turned to look to her. “What do you think?”
Gia was overwhelmed. “Ummm, I need to think about it.”
“We’ll even throw in a furnished, rent-free, on-the-premises apartment for the duration of your employment,” Jenna added.
Silk nodded at her with a triumphant look. “That would get you out of that shithole you’re in now. So what do you say?”
“Ummm, I’d still like to think about it, but I think yes,” Gia said, her thoughts still muddled from the anticipated punishment to come, and the many worries that had muddled her thinking.
Taurus nodded, as if he approved of her hesitation. “Okay, how about this. We’ll meet Monday morning at ten. Maybe you’ll be more comfortable talking about this if you can dress for an interview and bring a copy of your resume. In the meantime, you and Silk can make a list of any other demands you might have.”
Gia’s heart lifted at the offer, and the concession the man was willing to make. “Thank you, Master Taurus. That sounds great,” she said with a smile.
The club owners nodded before walking away. Silk, back in her chipmunk on speed mode, grabbed her and pulled her in for a hug and happy dance. “You got a job!” she squealed.
While not quite as enthusiastic as her friend, Gia couldn’t help but laugh. “I just hope they don’t change their minds before Monday,” she said.
“They won’t,” Silk squealed and hugged her tighter.
“Silk,” Jenna barked from the bar.
“Oops. See you later.” Silk kissed her cheek then released her and scampered away, leaving Gia alone with Dom, who had been eerily silent and out of sight during the exchange.
Turning slowly, she found Dom standing there, his expression blank as he studied her. Then she remembered where they had been before that sweet interruption. “So, Master Dominic, naked or bare ass?” she asked, unable to keep the happy snark out of her voice.
He smirked as he crossed to the couch and sat down once more. “For now, bare ass only. After we get this out of the way, we’ll talk and go from there. I must say though, this is quite the fetching costume you’re wearing.”
She took a breath and settled back into submissive mindset. “Thank you, Sir,” she said then pushed the thong down her legs. Stepping out of it, she bent and picked it up. Before she could lay it on the coffee-table beside her, Dom held out his hand. Folding the slinky material with the damp crotch, she placed it in the center of his palm. Then she swallowed when he tucked the
thong into his pocket.
Long before she was ready, he patted one thigh. “Right here, princessa.”
Taking a deep breath in the hopes of settling the butterflies that had begun to Riverdance in her stomach, Gia laid herself across the big man’s thighs. He easily adjusted her so her ass was centered over his lap, her head and feet hanging close to the floor.
“Hands,” he said in a voice as dark as his eyes and dominant as his spirit.
With a slight frown, Gia extended them over her head. She jumped and yelped when a big palm slapped the left globe of her ass.
“Hands behind your back, princessa,” he repeated, his tone softened slightly as he gave her complete instructions.
Gia moved her hands into position, turning her arms so each hand held the opposite forearm. She had to swallow down a gasp when Dom wrapped his hand around both her wrists and pressed them into the small of her back.
His touch started her need to rising in a spiral she knew would only wind higher and tighter with each stroke of her punishment. She could only hope to hold her orgasm back until he had finished her spanking and she could escape to the restroom. She did not want to get off in front of the man.
Not yet.
Maybe never.
She focused on her breathing while trying to keep her muscles loose and relaxed as she anticipated he would begin spanking her at once.
Only he didn’t.
* * * *
Dom could not help but smile as he held the lush woman over his lap. He felt a fine tremble race through her when he did not immediately start administering her punishment. He waited another few seconds just enjoying the lushness of her ass, and the pussy farther between her legs. His cock pulsed with a need he had not felt in months, even with his bi-weekly trips to Raleigh.
With one hand holding her arms out of the way, he used his other to rub over her ass, the smooth skin adding fuel to the want that gathered in him. He continued stroking circles over the globes, with an occasional dip of his fingertips into the valley between.
He traced her split from the dimple at the top down, down, down, past her pink pucker to between her legs. He was only mildly surprised to find her pussy already coated with her juices. Running one finger through the wet, he then lifted it to his nose and inhaled the scent of her sex, which had his cock twitching and pressing hard against his jeans.
It was time to move this encounter forward. Lifting his hand, he applied two strokes, one to each cheek. The woman jerked with each stroke, letting out tiny squeaks, but settled quickly when he paused to rub the heat in.
“Princessa, my handprint looks so good on your ass,” he said as he applied two more strokes. Again he rubbed them in, this time, his sharp hearing heard an almost cat-like purr as he made circles over her flesh.
By the eighth stroke, she was moving on his lap, arching up, pushing her ass up for more. This time when he stroked her ass, he felt something wet soak through his jeans. Curious, he checked her pussy and found it flooded. The woman was enjoying her punishment. He wondered how she would react if he tied her to a St. Andrew’s cross and pinked her up from neck to knees before pulling out his favorite single tail whip.
With the image vivid in his mind’s eye, he applied the last two strokes, adding a bit more strength to them. She moaned a long, low sound and began to tremble in earnest. He could tell she was so close that any touch to her clit, or possibly even back hole, would send her flying.
Instead of giving her the pleasure of an orgasm, he lifted her from his lap. Setting her on her feet, he pointed to the floor between his boots. They needed to talk before anything further happened, though he could already tell that she was a submissive he would want to play with on a regular basis. And her being the new manager only added weight to Silk’s insistence that he buy the club.
* * * *
Gia swayed on her feet, so close to an orgasm, she could taste the release. But it was not to be as her Dom for the evening pointed to the space between legs. She knelt, hoping it was more gracefully looking that it felt. She immediately shifted into slave position, her eyes peeking through her lashes at the bulge in his lap.
It was huge.
Gia licked her lips in anticipation of unwrapping his package and tasting it.
“Eyes on mine, princessa,” Dom said.
Lifting her gaze, his smirk told her that her peeks weren’t as unobtrusive as she had hoped. Clenching her pussy, she tried to achieve the pinnacle of her orgasm that hovered just out of her reach. But her clit needed a touch, a single touch, to flip her over the edge.
“Relax, princessa. You will not come without permission. I know you’re close, but we’re going to talk a bit. Now, tell me about the Master of your dreams.”
The question, worded in that soft, yet strong tone, pulled Gia’s focus from her urgent need for an orgasm. She wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or not.
“The Master of my dreams? What kind of question is that?” she asked with a curious frown.
None of the other tops she had played with since stumbling upon BDSM and uncovering her masochistic side just after college had ever asked such a complicated question. And it was complicated. She wanted more than just a man to top her, order her around, and spank her until she came. She wanted a man who could take a flogging as well as hand one out. She wanted a man to kneel before her as she was currently kneeling before this Sir. She wanted it all in one man.
“I guess I’m looking for a man who is…” she hesitated as she searched for the right word. “More.”
She watched as he digested her words. His expression went blank for a few seconds before he blinked and said, “Explain, please.”
Though expecting the order, she still had trouble finding the right way to describe “more.”
Closing her eyes, Gia searched deep for an explanation that would not insult the man who radiated power much like the sun gave off light. Finally she gave up on finding the perfect explanation and just spoke from the heart.
“I’m looking for a man who can be both master and slave. A man who will, on occasion, allow me to be Lady Gia. A man who not only likes to wield a flogger, crop, and cane, but once in a while also likes to feel the bite they provide. A man who, outside the club, bedroom, and playroom, will allow me to be more than his submissive, his slave. A man who can be vulnerable and give me his weaknesses as well as his strengths.”
Opening her eyes, she looked into his black ones before asking, “Does that make any sense at all?”
* * * *
Dom could not help but smile as the woman looked up at him, her expression both hopeful and resigned to disappointment. “Yes, princessa, it makes perfect sense. You are a switch, and though you prefer to submit to your lover, you also have a need to call the shots when it suits you. Is that correct?”
His smile widened further when she sighed and the tension that knotted her shoulders released and they dropped nearly an inch. “Yes, that’s exactly what I’m looking for,” she whispered, sounding sad. “I just don’t think there’s such a man like that anywhere to be found.”
“Maybe, maybe not,” Dom answered, not wanting to share his secret yet. “But you might be surprised that success is within your grasp.”
Her frown told him she didn’t understand his statement, but he moved on without explaining. “And what are your kinky preferences? Bondage? Hot sex? Pain?”
Her smile was shy though her eyes glinted with excitement as she said, “All of the above, especially if I can have them all in one scene.”
Something in Dom’s gut settled as if it recognized this woman as the answer to his own dreams. Standing, he held one hand toward her. “Come, princessa, let’s see if we can make you fly before I fuck all the tension out of you.”
“But, what about you? What are you looking for in a submissive? In a woman?” Gia asked even as she put her hand in his and rose to her feet. The top of her head was right at chin level, making her perfect in his eyes.
“I
’ll tell you later. For now, let’s go and melt your bones.” With that, Dom picked up his bag and led her across the room to an empty scening area with two of his favorite pieces of equipment, a St. Andrew’s cross, and a nice, tall spanking bench with lots of eye bolts both around the top, and down the legs.
Once they were at the cross station, Dom laid his bag on the floor next to the bench. After pulling out the padded wrist and ankle cuffs, he turned to Gia who stood quietly at his side.
“Since we’re getting to know one another, I want you to choose four items from the bag that you would like me to use on you this evening.”
“Yes, Sir,” she responded in a soft tone that was just the slightest bit fuzzy around the edges, telling him she was already slipping from the uber-grounded state she had been in before her spanking.
“Good girl.”
He stepped back and watched as she knelt beside the bag. She pulled out both floggers and laid them side by side on the bench. It took longer to add a crop with a large square of leather on the business end. She took longer still to make her final choice and when she did, it surprised him.
Instead of choosing nipple clamps or the rabbit vibrator or the small butt plug, she pulled out his four-foot single tail whip. She really was a masochist. He only hoped he could fulfill her need while not stepping too far beyond what he felt comfortable with. There was a fine line between what he felt was fun and painful games and flat out abuse. He worked to stay mindful of where the line was, especially when it came to playing with someone new.
He waited until she turned and moved into slave position beside the bag before he started the scene.
“Pull two condoms from the side pocket and bring them to me, princessa.”
She moved with a lush woman’s grace, making his cock jerk as she stood and crossed to where he stood by the cross. Once he had tucked the small square packets into his pocket, he smiled.
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