by Cathryn Cade
He looked down over her, slowly, memorizing every inch of her from the bodacious breasts cradled in leather, to her little waist, and down over the smooth plain of her belly. The thin straps of the leather thong bisected her slanting hips, biting slightly into her soft, pale flesh. The small triangle of leather shielded her mons in the sweetest tease he’d seen for-fucking-ever. He’d already known her legs and thighs were pretty and toned, but they looked even better with nothing but her strappy little platform sandals on her feet.
She shifted, flexed her fingers nervously and then pressed them into the sides of her thighs, her palms flattening into the swell of flesh.
“Goddamn, you’re gorgeous,” he said slowly, his voice rasping from his dry throat. His fingers dug into his thighs. More than his next breath, he wanted to command her to turn around for him, so he could see her gorgeous ass bared. But if she turned, she’d see Mason scoping her over his date’s shoulder and D’Aurien checking her out from the corner, even though he had a naked woman kneeling between his own legs. Dack wanted to roar at them to turn the hell away, that he wanted to see her first.
But his cock was swelling even harder at the knowledge that while they were watching, he was the only one who got to touch. And he knew just how this was going to go down. He’d scanned her consent form on his tablet on his way in tonight, to see if she had filled it out.
Not only had she done that, she’d checked yes to two of his favorites—spanking and public sex. She’d marked two and a half out of five possible on the interest scale for both, but what that told him—he hoped—was that she was interested but wasn’t sure she should admit that.
And he knew the whole mess with the keys hadn’t really been her fault, but it had caused an altercation between him and two club members. So he wanted some satisfaction, and he planned to take it out on his date’s ripe, round ass. While she was draped over his lap, like a good little sub.
But first, he needed to make a few things clear. “Daisy, what are the club signals?”
She blinked. “Um, green means go, yellow means slow down, let’s talk, and red means stop.”
He nodded, smiling approvingly. “So red and yellow are your safe words. You trust me to listen if you need to use them?”
She nodded.
He nodded back, acknowledging her trust. “Thank you. And I gotta tell you, you say ‘red’ and every dom in hearing distance will take notice, be at your side if you need them. Okay?”
She nodded again, smiling tentatively.
“What’s the second club rule?”
“Safe, sane and consensual.”
“And?”
“What happens at the club stays at the club.”
He nodded again, letting her see his approval. Time to roll.
He stood and moved to the side and sat down in the center of the sofa. Then he patted his thigh, holding her gaze with his. “Come here, Daisy.”
She stepped forward, tilting her hip gracefully to sit, as he’d figured she would. He shook his head, smiling slightly. “Over my lap, Daisy Petal.”
He watched her stiffen in shock. Shit, if he gave her time, she was going to bolt. Reaching out, he took her slender wrist in his hand, wrapping his hand around it, grounding her with a firm touch.
“Daisy,” he bit off. “You can leave. But if you want to stay, do as I say. Now.”
Her breasts quivered in their harness as she let out a huff of air. Her slender wrist trembled in his grasp. Then she nodded quickly and looked down at his thighs. He could see her getting set to go for it. She leaned forward to plant one hand on the sofa beside him. He let go of her wrist, and she lay down, over his lap, bracing herself on her forearms on the sofa.
Dack’s chest swelled, and his cock seized up so hard he hoped it wasn’t poking her like a rock. She was a warm weight across his thighs. Her gorgeous, bare ass curved up at him, bisected only by the thin line of the thong, disappearing between her round, full cheeks. Sweet Jesus, all his fantasies, bared for his hands and his touch.
“Mason, buddy,” he said without looking up from her ass. “Grab me a Number Four, would you?”
The other dom chuckled. “I’m on it.” He excused himself to his date and strode away.
Daisy twisted to frown up at Dack over her near shoulder. “Number four what? What are you going to do?” she demanded, doubt all over her pretty face.
He bit back the grin that wanted to spread over his own face. He laid his hand on her ass. Ah, she was like warm silk under his touch, soft and resilient. He squeezed and then stroked down over the full globe to the tender crease below. Let his fingers trail up the crease, reveling in the way she jerked slightly and then arched up into his touch. Her eyes widened, and she sucked her lower lip in with her top teeth.
“Well, Petal,” he said, fondling her. “I know you didn’t mean to, but you caused hard feelings between me and two other doms. You need to take care of that.”
She tensed under his hand, shifting as if to rise. “How? I’m not letting them touch me.”
He squeezed her, pleased by her answer. She hadn’t said he couldn’t touch her, just them. “No, no. No one’s getting his hands on you tonight but me.”
Mason reappeared, a wide wooden paddle in his hands. He held it by his side, low where Daisy could see it as she turned, following Dack’s gaze. Dack acknowledged his friend with a wink.
The woman draped over his lap let out a squeak of distress. “What is that for? You are not—”
Dack reached under her face, pressing his fingers lightly over her mouth. Her lips were soft, her breath a warm, nervous huff on his fingers. “Shh. Now, Mase, I think three smacks should do it for an apology. How about you?”
“No!” Daisy bucked under his hands, shaking her head vehemently. He held her down with a firm hand on her thigh.
Mason squatted to look her in the eye. “Sweetie, if I hurt you, you can punch me right in the kisser. If I don’t, then we’re square. How about that?” The guy had a way with women, no doubt about it.
She stared at the other man. She was trembling, whether from anger or nerves or embarrassment. Dack figured all three. She was new to all this.
“Daisy. Use your safe words if you need them,” he reminded her, squeezing her thigh. “We’re listening.”
She quivered in his hands, but finally, she nodded once.
Pride swelled inside Dack as she accepted his edict. He took his hand from her chin, sliding his arm under her throat so she could lean her head on it if she wanted. She held herself away from him. She was pissed, then. Well, he could live with that—until the other two were through. When it was his turn, she’d get over it, or he’d know the reason why.
Mason stood up, and Dack nodded to him. Mason hefted the paddle. Dack had chosen the widest of the paddles they kept here, because the broader the surface, the more the sting of contact was displaced. Mason brought the paddle down, smacking Daisy's bare ass lightly. She jerked but didn’t struggle. Again, again, and then Mason handed the paddle to Dack and squatted down to look Daisy in the eye.
Her ass looked even prettier decorated with a bit of rosy glow as blood rushed to the surface where Mason had spanked her. Dack cupped her there, stroking her gently. “What do you say to Mason, Petal?”
He couldn’t hear her voice over Stevie Ray Vaughn’s blues guitar, but Mason nodded to her, conferring his forgiveness, and said something back.
Then he rose and turned back to his date, watching wide-eyed from the depths of her chair. She looked up at Mason with lust and admiration. Dack grinned to himself. Those two were going to have a good night.
But his lady still had Kevin to deal with. He stood at the end of the sofa, scowling. Dack gave him a look as he handed him the paddle. “Not too hard, Kev. She’s brand-new.”
The other dom smirked. “Brand spankin’ new.”
Daisy tensed at the sound of his voice, and Dack cupped his hand over her thigh, telegraphing his reassurance. “Kevin’s turn, Petal.”
She nodded, pressing her forehead against his forearm this time. That pleased him no end.
Kevin swung the paddle, and it thwacked her ass so hard Dack felt as if the other dom had hit him. She jerked, crying out.
Dack thrust his hand protectively between her and the paddle, glaring ferociously at the other man. “All right, that’s more than enough, Kev. You and I will be talking later. Daisy, are you okay?”
Kevin, still looking pissed, shook his head. “Forget it, man.”
He tossed the paddle on the carpet by the sofa and stalked away. Dack glared after him. That had been completely unacceptable. The dude was perpetually pissed off about something. None of the women had complained about him taking it out on them, but he’d bear watching. Part of being a good dom was control. A man or woman who couldn’t control their own emotion couldn’t control a sub compassionately. And Daisy had shown zero interest in pain on her questionnaire. That was good, ’cause he was not the man to cause it intentionally.
“Are we done now?” Daisy demanded, scowling at him over her shoulder.
He smiled down at her, his good humor restored. Damn, she was cute. “Nope. It’s my turn, Petal.”
She glowered at him. “What do you mean, it’s your turn? I chose you, didn’t I? And what is that name you keep calling me?”
“Petal. Your hair reminds me of flower petals, especially when it’s ruffled like it is now.”
She blinked. “Oh.” Good, he’d distracted her with the pet name. He liked it better when a sub was off-balance emotionally, especially this one. She needed to rely on him here, not her own decisions.
He let her watch his smile disappear.
“And now it’s my turn to spank this pretty ass,” he told her. “For not obeying me when I told you to take your top off, and for not choosing me first tonight.”
He smacked her ass with his palm, taking care to stay away from the bright pink spot across her left cheek where Kevin, that asshole, had hurt her. What Dack planned would sting, but he’d let some sadist tie him up and whip him before he’d hurt his little sub.
As Dack’s broad, calloused hand smacked down on her bare ass, Daisy yelped. That stung—not as bad as when that asshole Kevin hit her with the paddle, but worse than Mason’s playful taps. At least Dack was using his hand. Although maybe it was worse in a way, because his palm felt really…intimate connecting with her bare ass.
Smack. Dack was spanking her for not choosing him first? The thought bounced through her mind as he spanked her again, in a different spot. Again, and again, until her ass was on fire. Okay, enough. She was done with this whole thing. She’d come here for sex, not discipline.
Smack. Daisy opened her mouth to scream at Dack to let her go, but instead a gasping hiccup emerged, and then another. Her eyes filled with hot tears that overflowed, down her cheeks and onto his arm, so strong and warm under her face.
Oh crap, she was crying like a little kid. This was so not sexy. But she couldn’t help it.
It had taken all her courage to admit that she wanted this and then to walk in the door. And then he’d just kept pushing her harder and harder, past new boundaries, one after the other. Accept a collar, Daisy. Recite the club rules, Daisy. Take off your skirt, Daisy.
Lying down across Dack’s lap, a physical admission to him that she wanted him enough to let him dominate her sexually, had been difficult enough. And now this. She’d let those other men spank her like a naughty little girl, all for a stupid mistake that hadn’t even been her fault. And now he was doing it—and it was starting to hurt.
Her shoulders hunched as her tears dammed up in her throat and then burst free in a muffled sob, her tangled emotions, needs, fears and desires breaking free.
Dack’s hand settled on her ass, but in a caress this time, soothing the flesh he’d punished. He leaned sideways, his body shifting protectively under and over hers, his face close to her ear. “Hey, it’s okay, Petal. I’ve got you. All done now.”
Humiliated by her tears and the way she’d let Dack see her vulnerability, Daisy burrowed into his lap, hiding her face in the crook of his huge arm. It seemed the only safe place to shelter from the storm raging in her. Why had she even let him—all of them—do that to her?
Hair brushed the nape of her neck, below the tie of her halter, and then his warm lips as he pressed a soft kiss there. He kissed her again, his beard and mustache a counterpoint to his mouth.
Daisy shuddered at the pleasure of the gentle caress after the spanking. She wanted him to keep going, all down her bare back. She loved having her back stroked. Turned out being kissed there was even better, even when she was scared and furious at herself and at the guy doing it.
“You want up?” he asked, his voice a soft rasp in her ear as he petted her ass again.
She nodded. Of course she wanted up, the big muscle-bound…dom.
He made a low hmm-ing sound, as if considering, and kissed her shoulder. “I’ll make you a deal.”
“What kind of deal?” she demanded, sniffling. It better not involve more spanking of any kind whatsoever.
“I know you’re shook up,” he said. “But I think you’re turned on too. I’m gonna check on that.”
Oh God, his fingertips were sliding down into the crease between her ass cheeks. Daisy froze, her eyes wide. Her pussy contracted in a shock of excitement.
Dack chuckled wickedly. “If you’re not turned on, Petal, I’ll let you up. But if you are…”
He slid his fingers deeper, following the line of the thong riding into her crack.
“If I am, what?” she choked, hanging on to his arm. He held her, his arm curling protectively, his hand cupping her far shoulder.
“If you are, I get to make you come…right here.”
Chapter Seven
Dack found the edge of the triangle of leather over her labia and probed his fingertips under the edge. Which wasn’t difficult, because she was so wet the leather was soaked, and his broad, calloused fingertips slid right into her swollen folds.
Oh, she was glad it was so dark back here. Mason and his date were smooching, and no one else could see her, could they?
Daisy caught her breath, arching in his arms as Dack thrust his long finger right inside her pussy. “Ahh.” Oh, God, she couldn’t believe she was letting him do that—not that he’d asked. He’d simply told her he was going to do it and then done it. And that was so freaking sexy.
She could feel his penetration clear to her toes. As if he’d found the hot, molten center of her need and want and opened the floodgates.
He gave a low groan of satisfaction that rumbled through her like a warm glow of approval. “Oh, little Petal, you’re so wet. So tight, squeezing my finger. Can you take two for me?”
Daisy found herself squirming on his lap, even opening her legs a little farther. Yes she could take two fingers for him. Oh please, oh God—yes. He thrust two fingers inside her this time, plumbing the depths of her pussy, which felt every single callous and knob on his fingers. She couldn’t believe how good it felt. Somehow the pleasure of his caress was all tangled up with the embarrassment of letting him spank her and hold her down.
And then he twisted his hand enough to probe one finger under her thong and find her clitoris.
Daisy whimpered into his cradling arm as he circled her swollen clitoris with a light slippery touch, still fucking her with two fingers. Oh, God, that was so much better than when she did it herself. Oh God, she was going to—
“Isn’t our little club virgin pretty?” he asked. Daisy froze as she realized that he was no longer speaking just to her.
“She is, Dack.”
“She’s gorgeous.”
Holy crap, more remarks. A chorus of male and female voices answered him, above and behind her. Club members were gathering around, just to watch him play with her pussy.
Her eyes flew open, and she saw Mason directly across from her, the blonde curled in his lap. They were both watching while Mason stroke
d the blonde’s thigh under her short skirt. He winked at Daisy, his eyes heavy and intent. He was turned on. He was enjoying watching Dack play with her.
And the others watching maybe had that same look. They were excited because they could see everything Dack did to her. Not every detail, because the lights were dim back here, but they could see that he had his fingers inside her pussy, that it was wet and swollen, and that when he petted her clitoris like that it made her toes curl in her sandals, made her arch her back as the pleasure grew too great to bear without moving.
“That’s right,” he approved, his voice a low and intimate growl, just for her. “Everyone’s watching us, Petal. They see how pretty you are right now, with your gorgeous ass pink from my discipline, and your pussy creaming for my fingers.”
Daisy turned her burning face into his arm and opened her mouth against the hot, smooth skin of his forearm.
“Do you want to come now?” he asked her, his finger stilling on her clitoris.
With a whimper of dismay, she nodded quickly. It wasn’t just that she wanted to. It was that she had to come, right now.
“Good,” he approved. His finger rubbed her clitoris with a swift, firm touch. “Come now, Petal. Let everyone see you come for me.”
The pleasure coalesced under his fingertip, around the two plumbing her pussy, until his touch was the only important thing in her world. It built and built until Daisy could no longer contain it nor stop her hips from moving, riding his fingers.
She moaned, a high, breathy sound as her pussy imploded with bliss, squeezing his fingers, and then burst outward, flooding through her body in waves of pleasure. She bit down on firm, smooth flesh, reveling in his taste.
Then she relaxed and sank into his sheltering arms, feeling him cradle her close as if he knew that was what she needed while the last echoes of pleasure shivered through her.
But then he spoke, his voice hard. “Come here, Petal.” Not offering her an iota of choice but commanding her.