To Save Sir (Doms of Decadence Book 7)

by Laylah Roberts

  Satisfaction filled him. His sub. He heard Jenna gasp a little, probably shocked that Saxon would ask him for permission to speak to her.

  “Go ahead,” he said with a nod, looking down at Jenna, who appeared wide-eyed and a little apprehensive.

  Saxon studied Jenna for a moment. “Nervous, pet?”

  She looked up at Curt, as though for permission to answer. That feeling of satisfaction grew and he gave her a short nod.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Saxon grinned. “Good. A bit of nerves is expected.” He turned to Curt. “I’m sure you’ll be watching for anything else.”

  Curt stiffened slightly.

  Saxon held up his hands as though in surrender. “No insult implied. The reports from your old club all said you were an experienced Dom. No red flags. But we all know our Jenna has been through a lot lately, I’d be remiss if I didn’t look out for her. I just wanted to make certain that Jenna was ready for this.”

  “I am,” she said quietly but with steely determination. “I want this. I’m fine. We both are.”

  Saxon gave her a wink. “Good. Enjoy yourselves. Let me know if there is anything you need.”

  Curt squeezed her hand and turned so he faced her. “Look at me.”

  As she looked up, he cupped her face and leaned in to kiss her. “Thank you for your trust in me. And your faith.”

  “I’ve always trusted you,” she whispered. “I love you.”

  He ran his thumb over her lower lip. “I love you.”

  “Does that mean I get to come tonight?”

  He threw back his head and laughed. “No promises, my darlin’.”

  They walked slowly around the dungeon. She didn’t know if Curt was searching for a particular piece of equipment or whether he wanted to look at each of the scenes. In one corner, a naked woman she didn’t know was bent over a low metal pole. Her wrists and ankles were shackled to the floor, her legs spread far apart, her ass and pussy on display. She shuddered at the idea of being tied down like that. Curt slipped an arm around her waist.

  “Easy, baby. Remember, you’re here with me. Nothing happens that you can’t control with a safeword. This isn’t Sudan. You’re safe.”

  “Can we move on?”

  “Not yet. Just watch.”

  The sub’s Dom, a large man who wore just a pair of tight, dark pants was currently smearing lube over an anal plug. He knelt behind his sub and she half-expected him to shove it into her asshole. Instead, he ran his finger between the sub’s ankles and the metal cuffs.

  “All right, sweetheart?” he asked in a low, rumbly voice.

  The woman couldn’t turn enough to see him, but she visibly relaxed at his voice, the tension in her body fading.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He ran his hand over her ass gently. “You tell me if that changes.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Jenna felt her tension fade at his caring. He pulled apart her ass cheeks and slowly pushed the plug into her ass. Her head thrashed back and forth, her cries of pleasure making Jenna’s whole body tighten.

  Curt tugged her along with a chuckle. She glanced back as she reluctantly followed him. She’d wanted to watch until the end.

  “Feeling a bit voyeuristic, are we?” he murmured in her ear.

  She blushed. “They’re at a club, don’t they want people watching?”

  “Yes. But we have more to look at.” He lightly smacked her ass. “And I want to play with you tonight.”

  Her breath caught. They moved further around the room, stopping at a suspension scene. The female sub had been wrapped in rope then pulled into the air. She now hung facedown, her breasts hung down, her legs were spread wide. A Domme, dressed in tight leathers, her dark hair flowing down her back, suckled and licked at the sub’s nipples while a tall, thin Dom had his face buried between the sub’s legs. The Domme pulled away then grabbed something from her pocket. Jenna’s breath caught as she saw it was a long chain that connected two nipple clamps. The Domme pulled at the subs nipples, then attached each clamp. The sub screamed and Jenna winced in sympathy. Once the clamps were attached, she saw the small weight attached to the chain, so that the clamps would pull at the sub’s nipples.

  Curt moved behind her, drawing down her top so that both of her breasts were exposed. She stiffened slightly, resisting the urge to look around and see if anyone had noticed. Curt pinched her nipple. “Attention on me.”

  Oh, the majority of her attention was exactly on what he was going. He cupped her breasts, rubbing his thumbs over her tight nipples. She jumped slightly as she heard the sub in front of her scream, realizing that she’d come.

  Curt stepped back, dropping his hands from her breasts. Disappointment filled her. She quickly pulled up her top and followed him. He turned back, frowning, his face growing cold. What was it? She stilled in worry.

  “Did I tell you to put your top back?”

  “No, but I…” she trailed off as his brows lowered, that warning look sending shivers through her.

  He pointed over at an empty spanking bench. “Get yourself over that bench. Now.”

  Eyes wide, she hurried to obey him. She knelt then bent over the bench, turning her head so her cheek rested on the cool, padded top. She blinked back tears. Had she disappointed him? Why had she pulled her top up? It wasn’t like the majority of people in here had their boobs, and more, showing.

  “Sir, can I help?” a female voice asked. Jenna stiffened. Who was that? Why were they speaking to Curt? Worry and insecurity whirled inside her, making her feel ill.

  “I left my bag at reception, could you retrieve it please,” he spoke in a low voice. “It has the name Curt Nolan on it.”

  “Yes, Sir, straight away.”

  She let out the breath she’d been holding.

  “Spread your legs,” he ordered.

  She attempted to part them but her skirt was too tight. Curt pushed it up over her ass. Oh hell, could she do this?

  “Easy, darlin’,” he told her patting her ass lightly. “Just a small punishment for a small infraction. But you need to learn to obey your Dom. When I give an order, I expect it to be obeyed to the letter. Your job isn’t to worry about what others think or see. It’s to worry about me. What I want. What I expect, understand?”

  “Yes, Sir. I’m so sorry.”

  “Here you are, Sir,” a female voice said.

  “Thank you,” Curt replied to the waitress. She heard him unzip his bag. She’d seen the big black bag when he’d carried it in from his truck but she had no idea what was inside. Did she dare look?

  “Don’t move, Jenna,” he ordered. “You’re getting ten spanks. Five with my hand. Five with the paddle. Move, and you’ll get more. With what you have coming soon, you’re going to want these to be as few as possible.”

  Oh, fuck.

  Before she could reply, his hand landed on her ass with a loud smack. Holy shit. That was harder than anything she’d experienced from him before. And he was going to hit her with a paddle? The next four smacks followed quickly. Tears filled her eyes, but they had more to do with the fact that she’d disappointed him than from the pain, although that wasn’t insubstantial.

  The paddle landed next. And shit! If she’d thought his hand was hard, then the paddle was next level. The burn filled her, making her cry out as it seared her skin. Before she could even process what had happened, the paddle landed again and again. Five heavy smacks that stole her breath. By the time she’d realized he’d stopped, tears were streaming down her face and her breath was coming in sharp sobs.

  Curt ran his hand up and down her back. “Easy, baby. All done now. You were such a good girl, you took your punishment so well. I’m proud of you. No, just stay there a minute longer,” he told her when she went to move.

  She cringed, wondering if anyone was looking. Crap, being naked and vulnerable in front of others was even harder than expected.

  Curt leaned in and kissed away her tears. Then he crouched so they were eye-le
vel and he studied her.

  “I’m s-sorry for d-disappointing you.”

  “Sh.” He ran his hand through her hair. “You’re still learning, which is why your punishment was so light.”

  That was light?

  “I was just h-having trouble w-with…”

  “Being on display? Being naked in front of others?”

  “Y-yes.”

  “I know. That’s why you’re not allowed to pull your top up until I give permission.”

  She closed her eyes. Jesus, help her.

  “Jenna, look at me.”

  She opened her eyes, expecting to see him looking angry or upset. But there was a kind patience in his eyes. “I know this is hard. And it makes me happier than you can know that you’re obeying me right now. That you’re letting me push you.” He pushed a strand of hair off her face. “You have no reason to be embarrassed. You’re beautiful and I want to show you off. I’m not going to leave you, I’ll stay right beside you the whole time, all right?”

  She nodded. “All right. I’m sorry, Curt.”

  “Hey, once a punishment is given then that’s it. Slate wiped clean, okay?” He smiled at her then stood. “Come on, let me help you up.” He helped her stand then gathered her into his chest, rubbing his hand up and down her back. Then pulled her skirt down. “Feeling better, now?”

  She nodded. “Yeah, except well, ouch.” Her skirt rubbed against her newly reddened butt cheeks.

  He grinned. “A punishment spanking is meant to hurt, darlin’. Come on. Let’s walk.”

  And so she followed him around with her boobs on display and her ass cheeks on fire. They watched a few more scenes until Curt finally stopped in front of an empty piece of equipment.

  A swing.

  She swallowed heavily. Heavy chains were attached to a thick frame. The main part of the swing was made from black leather and would provide plenty of support. Two separate straps hung from the front of the frame that had loops at the bottom for your feet. They were more of a support rather than a restraint.

  Curt placed his bag down. “Strip off.”

  Her hands trembling, she pulled off her top and skirt. It was actually a relief to get rid of the skirt, each time she moved, it rubbed against her sensitive butt cheeks. Speaking of her butt, how was she going to take any more punishment? She watched as he pulled some things from his bag. Lube, a butt plug, nipple clamps, a butterfly vibrator with straps and a riding crop.

  Holy shit.

  He turned to her, moving closer and cupping her face between his hands. “Scared?”

  “A little.”

  He grinned. “A little is expected. Remember, you have your safeword.” He lightly kissed her. Then he turned back and grabbed the butterfly vibrator and kneeling in front of her. “Hold onto my shoulders and step into this.” She held onto him for balance as she stepped into the straps. He pulled them up, adjusting the butterfly over her na then pulling the straps tight. Good. “Now, up you go.”

  He lifted her, settling her in the sling. Her ass hung off the end, but it wasn’t uncomfortable, in fact she was well-supported. It was almost relaxing.

  Almost.

  Curt slipped her feet into the loops so her legs were spread wide, once more putting her on full display. That seemed to be the theme of the night.

  “I’m not going to tie your hands but I expect you to hold onto the straps above you and not let go.”

  She nodded, wide-eyed as he tested the butterfly vibrator, switching it on with a vibrator he held. Immediately, it buzzed against her sensitive clit and she let out a cry of pleasure.

  “Good,” he muttered, turning it off.

  She let out a shuddering breath, noticing that they were attracting a crowd. Oh God. Curt moved back and she saw he held the nipple clamps.

  Trepidation filled her as she stared at the clamps.

  He switched on the butterfly vibrator and she arched up as her clit started to throb. “Remember, no coming.”

  Fuck. This was going to be hard. Curt leaned in and suckled on one nipple then nipped at it, pulling on it. He drew back and placed the clamp around her engorged nipple.

  “Ah,” she cried out at the bite of pain that soon morphed into a deep throbbing. Oh God, she was going to come. She whimpered, her head thrashing from side to side as he gave her other nipple the same treatment. Too much, it was too much. She had to come.

  Suddenly, the butterfly switched off and she let out a long, loud groan. Curt chuckled from beside her. “Easy, darlin’, we’re just beginning.”

  “I’m never going to survive.”

  Leaning down, he gave her a surprisingly gentle kiss. “But you will, because I need you. Always.”

  She sighed. Damn, how did he know exactly what to say? She blamed his sweet words for her inattention. And it wasn’t until something hard pressed against her asshole that she realized she really should have being paying attention.

  Her eyes widened as he started to press the anal plug inside her.

  “Cur…ah, Sir!”

  “Good save,” he said. “You’re going to take this plug. You’ve taken it before. Relax. That’s it. You love having your ass plugged, don’t you baby?”

  Fuck, those words shouldn’t turn her on but as her clit throbbed, and her pussy grew even more wet there was no denying that they did.

  When the plug was fully seated inside her, Curt turned on the vibrator. She nearly came then and there. It was only his hard slap to her pussy that stopped the impending orgasm. She cried out, stunned by the heavy smack on her sensitive clit.

  Then he started smacking her ass. Heavy, hard smacks that were fast then slow. She clenched her hands around the chains of the sling, needing something to hold onto but also scared that otherwise she’d be tempted to reach down and what? Push him away? Pull him closer? She wasn’t entirely sure.

  The sharp pain of his spanking kept her from falling over the edge into bliss. Just. But it was a hard fight. Tears ran down her face, her whole body shaking from the mix of pleasure and pain. Then the vibrator stopped and Curt pulled back, moving around so he stood behind her. He leaned down.

  “Look at everyone watching you, darlin’. Look at them all admiring what belongs to me.”

  She stared out at the crowd and saw the way they watched, riveted. Some of the tension she hadn’t realized she still carried left her.

  Curt reached down and pulled lightly at the nipple clamps. She cried out, arching her back. “Poor baby,” he crooned. “I bet you need to come, don’t you?”

  “Yes, please, Sir.”

  He massaged her shoulders, rubbing away some knots. Then he pulled her hands away from where she still clung to the chains, clicking his tongue as he saw her red palms, the indentations from the chains. “You’re holding onto the straps too tightly. You’re going to hurt yourself.”

  “You just clamped my nipples and spanked me,” she said with disbelief.

  “That’s different. That was on purpose.” He placed her hands down by her sides.

  “Not ideal, but I don’t want your hands above your head. You keep them there, though, hear me?”

  She nodded, her eyes widening as he picked up the crop. Oh hell.

  Curt could tell that Jenna was worried, but he was keeping a close eye on her. If that trepidation turned to true fear he would slow things down. But she was doing so well, if he stopped now he would be doing her a disservice. She was brave. Strong and beautiful and his. And he was so damn proud of her. He swung the crop, taking care to get the fleshiest part of her ass. She gasped, cried out. Two more strikes and he switched on the butterfly vibrator. She arched back with a scream. Another few strikes. Damn that was beautiful. The next few landed and he knew he couldn’t wait much longer. He needed her.

  But first he had to make certain of something. He moved to stand next to her head, pushing some strands of hair off her face. “Jenna, do you still feel guilty?”

  “What?” she almost slurred her words. She was close to subs
pace. He turned off the vibrating butterfly.

  “This is punishment for not talking to me, for keeping things from me. But once I’ve finished, there is no more guilt. No more worry. Understand? But that doesn’t mean you’ll do it again, will you?”

  She shook her head, staring up at him with wide, blue eyes. “No. Never. I’m yours.”

  He kissed her. Hard. “You are. Five more.”

  He moved between her legs, smacking the crop down hard and fast, wanting this over, needing to be inside her. Then he placed the crop down and undid his pants. He drew them and his boxers off then grasped her around the hips and swung her toward him, slowly pushing his way into her pussy. She was wet and ready for him.

  “Curt. Curt.”

  He didn’t correct her. He liked hearing his name from her lips.

  “Please, please,” she cried out. Damn, she looked gorgeous. Her eyes were wide and glazed, her face flushed, a light sheen of sweat covered her skin.

  “I love you, Jenna Jasons. You’re mine. Now and always.” He drew out then in. Faster and faster. Then he switched on the vibrator, needing to feel her come with him, around him. “Come, baby. Come now.”

  It only took a few seconds before she let out a scream and came. He tried to hold off, wanting to make it last, but all too soon he crashed over as well.

  Fuck yeah.

  ***

  “Woah, there.” Curt grabbed the door as it swung back, nearly hitting the person who was trying to maneuver her way through on crutches. He gave Melody a firm look. “What do you think you’re doing? Why didn’t you ask someone to hold the door for you?”

  “I’m fine. I can get through the damned door,” she snapped. The plaster on her foot was bright pink today, not the deep emerald green he’d last seen.

  He looked around, expecting to see Brye. “Who’s taking you home?”

  “I’m getting myself home.”

  “No, you’re not,” he told her sternly. “The doctor said you’re not to drive. Who’s supposed to be picking you up and why aren’t they here already?”