If he did, she suspected the men would add at least another stroke to the punishment.
With agonising slowness, she scooted back a bit and opened her legs wider. One of the men played with her again. Within seconds, her pussy had moistened as fear receded.
“Ask for it,” Master Eric prompted.
“I…”
“Ask Master Eric to spank your pussy.”
“Don’t…” she pleaded.
Master Rafael was relentless. “Use your safe word or ask Master Eric to deliver a blow to your pussy. Now.”
She could hardly string two thoughts together. She was terrified yet she wanted the experience.
For a moment she considered using her safe word. She wasn’t sure she was brave enough to continue.
Suddenly she wanted it. Desire was stronger than her fear. “Please, Master Eric, spank my pussy.”
“Good girl,” Master Rafael approved.
Instead of the punishing blow coming immediately, fingers continued to explore her, teasing her, bringing her to the brink of orgasm. She squirmed despite her efforts to remain still.
A finger was inserted inside her. Then the unknown Dominant found her G-spot and pressed against it.
She arched her back and whimpered, seeking more.
The man pulled away his finger and smacked her cunt hard with his open hand.
She screamed and screamed.
Agony blazed through her private parts. It burned, it stung. She let go of the table legs and started to turn over.
“Compose yourself,” Master Rafael snapped.
He moved in front of her. With rough hands, Master Rafael forced her upper body back into position.
She felt her legs being forced apart, meaning Master Eric must be behind her.
And then… He licked her injured pussy from front to back.
Oh God.
Oh God.
When he forced his tongue into her ass at the same time he slid a finger into her vagina, she screamed out her orgasm.
“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” Master Rafael asked, continuing to hold her down
She gripped the wood for all she was worth. Her whole body shook. She wasn’t sure she’d ever be able to speak again. Finally she managed a weak, “Thank you, Sirs.”
“Lesson learnt?” Master Eric asked.
“Yes, Sir.” She meant the statement sincerely. She’d never again forget her manners with these two Doms.
Chapter Two
Master Rafael Moreno rested his elbow on the mantel and looked at his temporary sub.
He made a habit of only playing with experienced subs who knew the score—women who were strong and resilient and knew what they wanted.
As a Dom, Rafael made his rules clear—no screaming, no complaining, no emotional entanglements, no arguing and especially no expectations of hearing from him ever again. At a club he would watch and observe, ask questions of other Doms and then select subs who behaved with complete obedience, moved with trained grace and observed proper decorum.
If it hadn’t been for Eric convincing him to lend his talents for a good cause, this delectable newbie wouldn’t be lewdly sprawled across his end table, struggling to breathe, her rear and upper thighs an angry shade of red.
But Eric could convince Rafael to do almost anything. The man was closer than a brother. They’d served side by side in Iraq and then Afghanistan. When Rafael had been knocked unconscious by an explosion, Eric had risked his life to drag Rafael to safety.
No matter how much he appreciated Eric’s actions, it seemed to him the statute of limitations on gratitude must have expired. Forty-eight hours with a sub, any sub, was about forty-four hours too long. So he’d compromised. He’d agreed to lend his home, his name and his services as a Dom, as long as Eric flew in from California to participate.
Through the years and in most parts of the world, they’d shared women. These days, Rafael was jaded and bored. He’d rather practice martial arts than flog a woman..
So far, however, he was enjoying himself more than he’d expected.
The email exchange had been more interesting than he’d anticipated. He’d checked his cell phone for the message icon more often than he had in years. And their phone calls had intrigued him.
Her voice had the lovely hint of the South that made him think of hot nights and endless summers.
As their conversations had progressed, he had started looking forward to her arrival. He’d begun to think that maybe Eric was right—he needed to get out more, socialise with others.
Even if he had followed Eric’s advice, Rafael wouldn’t have chosen Lindsey Nolan.
And that would have been a shame.
This woman wasn’t like anyone he’d played with in the last decade.
She couldn’t take a punishment without screaming. Her walk and stance was feminine, but her submissive motions, kneeling, draping herself across the table, even the way she crawled, lacked refined elegance. As for decorum, she had little. Many subs needed to be restrained—many asked him to tie them so they could let go and enjoy the scene more—but this one might need to be tied to keep her in place. And as he’d mentioned to Master Eric, a gag was a real possibility.
His cock hadn’t been harder in six months.
The way she wriggled about turned him on. The way she’d responded when he’d fingered her gorgeous cunt made him want to slam his dick inside her, balls deep. It had been a long time since he’d been this aroused.
“I’ll be back with a washcloth,” Master Eric said. Eric left the room, and Rafael told Lindsey to kneel.
He watched as she stretched her muscles then slowly moved from the table to her knees. Once she was kneeling, she pushed her hair back from her forehead then lowered her hands onto her thighs like she had earlier.
Rather than instruct her on his preferred stance, he gave her a few moments to compose herself and sort through her thoughts. When he noticed her breathing returning to normal, Rafael dropped his elbow from the mantel and crossed the room to stand in front of her.
Because he wanted to and because he could, he skimmed his fingers across the soft skin of her right shoulder.
She exhaled softly.
He took a step back and looked down at her. There was something very appealing about having this auburn-haired beauty kneeling near his feet. “You’ve endured your first punishment at Master Eric’s hand.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“How was it?”
“It was…shocking, Sir.”
“In what way?”
“It was more painful than I expected, Sir.”
“Tell me more.”
She licked her lower lip in an apparent display of nerves. “Do we have to discuss this, Sir?” she asked.
Rafael was implacable. “I will tolerate no hiding, embarrassment or prevarication. If you can’t or won’t abide by my rules, you are always free to gather your belongings and leave.” He softened his tone. “For you to achieve what you want this weekend, I need to know your thoughts. And you need to be as honest with yourself as you are with me.”
She sighed. “The first spank, the one on my upper thighs, hurt more than I could have imagined. I really have never experienced anything like that before, Sir I guess my other Doms found me to be quite well behaved.”
“Because they did what you told them to.”
She looked at the floor instead of responding to his statement.
“It’s easy to behave well when you’re topping from the bottom, Lindsey. It’s another thing entirely to submit to the desires of your Dom and follow his instructions implicitly.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“You were aroused from the punishment, despite the pain. Maybe from the pain.”
“Yes,” she whispered, still looking at the floor.
“Speak clearly,” he reminded her.
“Yes, Sir. The second statement is right. The pain aroused me.”
“And then when Master Eric smacked your cunt?”
“Sir, the pain obliterated all thought.”
“And your orgasm after?”
She paused. He wondered if she was going to answer.
“It was the most intense I’ve ever experienced, Sir.”
He nodded. “You must have forgotten the rule about your climaxes.”
She gasped. “Sir!”
Clearly she now remembered. “I’ll excuse your lapse, but in future, no matter who is pleasuring you, no matter how long you’re denied, you may not orgasm without permission. That includes masturbation. Any questions?”
“Sir, I’m sorry.”
Eric returned with a bottle of water, a washcloth and a hand towel.
Since Eric had punished her, Eric would normally be the one to see to her aftercare. But Rafael wanted to do it himself. Even experienced players could have emotional fallout from an intense scene, and, despite what he’d been led to believe, she was far from experienced. Her body still glistened with perspiration and her thighs and pussy still bore evidence of her previous arousal and subsequent orgasm.
Eric uncapped the water bottle and offered it to her. “Only have a few sips,” he advised. “You may still be a little shaken. And we’re not done with you yet.”
She took a greedy drink and a little dribble of water ran down her chin.
She swiped at it with the back of her hand.
Rafael had a sudden, gut-tightening image of his cum on her face.
To distract himself, he took the cool cloth from Eric and wiped her back in slow circles. Eric lifted the shoulder-length hair from her neck, and Rafael brushed across her nape.
She sighed softly.
Wanting to be careful she didn’t catch a chill, he gently dried her. “Stay in position.” He crouched behind her and used the washcloth then the towel on the backs of her legs. He ran his forefinger across the welt beneath her buttocks. “Beautiful.”
She flinched. “It hurts, Sir.”
“It was meant to.”
“Yes, Sir.”
He might keep her talking all night long just to listen to that beautiful Southern accent.
“Master Eric, fetch the arnica from the playroom, if you will?” While Eric was gone, Rafael told her, “Lay back on the rug.”
She moved slowly, unconsciously adding grace to her motions.
“Legs apart.”
After she spread her legs, he cooled her punished pussy with the cloth. Suddenly he couldn’t wait to redden her private area more. He smelt her arousal anew. “You like that?”
“I want to come, Sir.”
“No chance,” he said conversationally, patting her dry.
Eric returned.
“Turn over,” Rafael instructed his horny sub.
When she was facedown, Rafael worked a small amount of the ointment into the red marks from her spanking.
“Thank you, Sir.”
The punishment had been effective. Both he and Eric had erections. And she was being respectful.
“Now stand.”
She wobbled a little as she stood. Eric, the consummate Dom, took her by the shoulders and held her until she was steady on her feet.
Rafael then took up the washcloth and started with her shins and worked up her thighs. “Spread your legs farther than shoulder-width.” The fact he’d already given attention to her pussy didn’t stop him. In fact, it drove him. He liked playing with her, liked her sharp scent of readiness.
He parted her labia and ran the cool cloth over the swollen flesh.
“Thank you, Sir.” She reached for him, placing a palm flat on his chest. Then, seemingly remembering he was a Dom and not a lover, she dropped her hands. “Sorry, Sir.”
“Hands behind your back,” he instructed. “When you’re standing or kneeling, I will expect you to keep your shoulders pulled back and your hands clasped just above your buttocks. That position makes it a bit less difficult to struggle and it makes your breasts stick out more. And that will make your nipples easier to clamp.”
She gasped.
“You need to learn to hide your reactions better.” Or maybe not. He found her honest reactions somewhat refreshing.
While Eric headed for the playroom, Rafael continued to care for her, drying her pubic hair. “I will want this removed.”
“Uh…”
He drew his brows together and looked at her.
“Yes, Sir. If you say so.”
Her lovely, expressive green eyes were wide. She dropped her gaze. She didn’t say anything else. She was indeed a quick learner.
He lifted each of her small breasts and dried her. Then he spent some time abrading her nipples.
“Oh, Sir!”
The sexy little sub swayed towards him. Breast play was going to be a lot of fun.
Eric returned, a pair of clover clamps dangling over his palm.
After Rafael had dried her chest and neck, he dropped the towel and accepted the clamps. He tested the grip on his smallest finger. He nodded, satisfied. These weren’t the most intense clamps he owned, but they’d provide plenty of pressure. He’d save the harsher ones for when she was more sexually aroused.
Rafael was deliberate in his use of pain. When working with subs, he thought through a scene. If he tied her hands above her head, he made certain not to pull them so tight that discomfort in a shoulder joint detracted from a flogger on her back and shoulders. If he bound or gagged a woman, he double-checked the tightness of the bondage.
He wanted every bite of inflicted torture to be experienced exquisitely.
Eric cupped her left breast.
Rafael met her wide-open eyes. “You’ve worn nipple clamps before?”
“No, Sir.”
“Good.”
He squeezed her nipple gently. He continued to play with her another couple of seconds, until she swayed towards him. God, this woman was responsive. Her uncensored moves were refreshing. He’d decided not to fuck her until nearly the end of their time together, if at all. Getting her off was his goal. But now… He wasn’t sure he could wait.
Eric seemed similarly challenged.
Rafael clamped her.
She moaned. She closed her eyes and bent her knees.
Doms who hadn’t clamped her responsive nipples had been idiots. This woman came hard, fast. It took little to increase the intensity of her reactions. She’d admitted she enjoyed BDSM, but she would have enjoyed it tenfold if she’d been with anyone who pushed her even a bit.
He sucked on the clamped nipple, and she ground her toes against the hardwood.
The scent from her pussy was sharp and intoxicating.
Eric moved behind her and pulled her shoulders back, putting her in the position Rafael preferred.
“I apologise, Sir.”
“You’ve been reminded. Next time will result in a punishment.”
She nodded.
This time, Rafael captured her other breast. He teased the nipple into hardness before releasing the clamp onto it.
She gulped a breath of air.
He took hold of the chain and pulled on the clamps. She might have moved forward, but Eric was there, imprisoning her.
“Sir, the sensation… I think I’d like to come.”
He arched a brow. “Would you? You’ve already had an orgasm without permission. You know that’s against the rules, and we were remiss for not punishing you immediately. Since it was your first punishment, we let it slide. That will never happen again.”
“You’re being unfair, Sir. I want to come and I’m so close. The way my nipples are throbbing…” She moved towards him. “I want—”
Her protest changed into a shocked gasp when he yanked on the chain. “On all fours, now.”
Eric forced her down then stepped aside. Rafael moved behind her and delivered three vicious slaps to her backside.
She tried to squirm away, but he wrapped an arm around her and held her firm. back into position.
“I’ll have your apology, sub.”
“Damn. That fuc
king hurt.”
“Your apology and your respect, Lindsey.” When she didn’t respond straightaway, he delivered another three stinging spanks.
“Sir! I…” She choked on a gasp. “I’m sorry. I won’t argue with you again, Sir.”
“You knew my rules in advance. We discussed them, you agreed to them. I have your document with your signature, printed out if you want to see it.”
“I know. I was just swept away in the moment. Sir, I’m sorry.” After a choked sob, she added, “I won’t forget again.”
Satisfied, he stood. “Stay there and think about what you want from this weekend. Remain in position until Master Eric gives you further instructions.”
“Yes, Sir.”
To reinforce his punishment, Rafael left the room. Eric was a skilled Dom and would see to her emotional and physical well-being. Her knowledge of the rules and his enforcement of them would build trust and ensure the basic structure was in place for her to reach subspace by the end of the weekend.
When he returned ten minutes later, she was on her knees on the hardwood facing the hearth, away from him.
Eric was smart. Earlier Rafael had told her she hadn’t earned the privilege of kneeling on the rug. That Eric made her kneel on the uncomfortable flooring reinforced Rafael’s punishment.
Because dusk was gathering over the mountains, Eric had turned on the fire. Gas flames licked at ceramic logs, filling the great room with light and heat.
His sub was in the perfect position.
Her hands were at the small of her back. Her hair was draped across her shoulders. Her knees were spread wide apart.
Even from the distance of half the room, he saw the red marks on her derriere, left by his punishing hand. Was anything sexier?
“I’ll get dinner going while you spend some time with your sub.”
Another advantage of having Eric around. The man was wicked with a grill. They’d purchased plenty of salads and several items from the bakery to satisfy Lindsey’s sweet tooth. The pantry was stocked, and they had beer and wine along with a woman who wanted to please.
While Eric went into the kitchen, Rafael moved in front of Lindsey.
In addition to her shoulders being pulled back, her hands being lightly clasped behind her and her legs spread the correct distance apart, her gaze was downcast. Eric had left the clamps in place, and he’d also added one to her clit, tugging the tender flesh lower.
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