“What is your one job tonight, pet?” he asked.
Her eyes widened, anxiety filling them. “To do what you tell me, Sir.”
“Then I’m surprised to still find you standing there dressed. Let everything else drift away. You’re here to please me. What anyone else sees or thinks doesn’t matter.”
“I’ve spent my life worrying about what other people might think or do. Hard to change that.”
He frowned slightly. “Why were you so worried, pet?”
She shut down on him. Oh, no. He moved back to her. “Kneel.”
She immediately dropped to her knees, looking up at him in surprise. “I just did that without even thinking about it.”
“Because you’ve accepted me as your Dom. You trust me and you want to submit.” He tilted her chin up. “Now, I’m going to ask you to do things that might make you uncomfortable, but you can always use your safe words. Do you want to use either now?”
“No, Sir.”
“Then stand and do as I ordered.”
He could see the reluctance in her face and how slowly she moved, but she did stand and start to strip. When she stood there naked, he took pity on her and reached out to pull her close, squeezing her ass cheeks with his hands.
“You’re so beautiful. From your berry-tipped breasts to your lush ass to those sexy legs. And I’m a lucky man having you here with me.”
She melted against him at his words and he took a few minutes to rub his hand up and down her back, reassuring her. “Now, let’s get you secured on the bench. I think you’ll feel better when you’re bound.”
He helped her lay down on the padded bench, securing her arms and legs to the protruding platforms below the main bench, placing cuffs around her wrists and ankles to hold them in place. Her lower stomach and ass hung off the end of the bench, and he reached underneath for the extendable arm he’d had attached. It had a metal ring at the end of it, just perfect for holding a vibrator. He checked on Aspen, noted her slightly elevated breathing, but, of course, being naked and restrained in a room of people was bound to make a little sub nervous.
Her legs were spread wide, putting her ass and pussy on display, and, despite her nerves, he could see the way her puffy lips glistened with dew. She was aroused.
He placed the end of the arm under her then moved to his bag and grabbed a vibrator wand. He popped it into the ring, which held it upright before placing the large round head of the wand right next to her clit.
She gasped and he saw her turn her head. She couldn’t see anything from her position, though. Her head was slightly lower than her ass. He ran his hands up her thighs, squeezing her ass cheeks. She showed no signs of her earlier spanking. But he intended to remedy that.
“Look at you, bound and at my mercy. I can do whatever I wish to you. I could spread those ass cheeks and push a plug deep inside you. Then while you hold the plug I could spank this delectable ass. In fact, I think that’s a good idea.”
“A plug?”
He smacked his hand down on her ass. “Yes, a plug. And from now on, you only speak to answer a question or to say your safe word. If you do need to stop and talk what do you say?”
“Yellow, Sir.”
His cock hardened at the breathy note in her voice. Definitely aroused. A little bit of trepidation. Perfect
“And to stop the scene?”
“Red.”
“Good girl. Now, don’t worry, I’m only going to use a small anal plug on you. Tonight.”
The squeaking noise she made was like ambrosia. He moved to his bag and grabbed a small plug with a tapered end. Not enough to truly stretch her but it would give her a taste and show her those nerve endings in her ass could add to her pleasure. Before coating the plug with lube, he turned on the wand. She let out a cry as it vibrated against her clit. He spread the lube over the plug then spread her ass cheeks.
“Such a pretty, puckered hole. I cannot wait to take you here. Once you’ve been properly prepped.”
“Oh, God. Oh, God.”
He gave her several sharp smacks to the ass. “Were you asked a question?”
“No, Sir.”
“Then are you supposed to speak?”
“No, Sir. I’m sorry.”
She practically trembled with the need to please him. Delicious. He spread her ass cheeks again and started to press the plug into her ass. He met resistance when he got to the largest part of the plug. “Deep breath in then out. Good girl. I know it burns but it’s going to feel so good once you get past that.” He eased the widest part in, settling the plug in her ass. He gave her ass a few light pats then stood back to assess her. His cock was hard and pressing against his pants, he wanted nothing more than to sink himself inside her. But this wasn’t about him right now.
The wand still vibrated against her clit and her juices glistened in the light. Her ass was a light pink. She was a little tense but not overly so. He moved towards her head and laid a finger over the pulse in her wrist. Fast but not racing. Good enough.
Next phase.
Her eyes were wide as she stared at him. Blindfold? No, maybe not tonight. He wanted to see her eyes, they could tell him a lot about what she was thinking.
“Pet, you’re allowed to come as often as you want. And feel free to make plenty of noise.” Unable to resist those lush lips, he leaned in to kiss her. “You are so beautiful. I love seeing you plugged and bound. You please me very much.”
She practically hummed with pleasure.
“But now I’m going to make you cry.”
Her eyes widened. Her breath came in faster pants. He laid a reassuring hand on her back. “When was the last time you cried, pet?”
“I never cry, Sir.”
“That’s not good. You need a good cry every now and then.” It would be cleansing for her. Like a new start. Leaving some old shit behind and starting afresh.
“And how often do you cry, Sir?”
He gave her a disapproving look.
“Sorry, Sir,” she said.
“Not yet, but you will be,” he told her ominously. In truth, he didn’t mind her sass that much. What he didn’t like was the way she hid things from him. She was very good at guarding her emotions and thoughts. And that just wouldn’t do. Not with him.
He moved behind her, where she couldn’t see him. He started spanking slowly then harder and faster. He heard her breath catch, saw the way she’d tensed. Oh, no, she wasn’t shutting him out. He was far more determined and stubborn than she was. He reached down and pressed two fingers deep inside her. So hot and wet. In and out he pumped his fingers. Reaching for the plug, he twisted it. She grew tense, strained against the bonds.
He continued to move his fingers and play with the plug. Combined with the vibrator against her clit, she didn’t stand a chance. Her thighs trembled as she screamed, her pussy pulsing around his fingers as she came. He quickly withdrew his fingers and spanked her again. Harder and faster this time. Her ass turned from pink to red to a deep scarlet. Her orgasm had thrown her off and she was more relaxed, unable to gather herself.
He covered her ass and the tops of her thighs with hard, fast spanks. Then he moved his fingers back to her pussy, thrusting them deep.
“Come again, pet. I want you to come again.”
She shook her head, sobbing, but he wasn’t going to let her deny him. He curled his fingers, rubbing the tips against the rough piece of skin inside her. That was all it took to make her come. Her cry was loud and piercing. He withdrew his fingers and started spanking her again.
“Come on, baby. Let go for me.”
Finally, he heard her sob. Thank God. Relief filled him. She was so stubborn that he’d worried it would take far longer for her to let go. As her sobs grew louder, he rushed to untie her. He removed the wand, turning it off and chucking it into his play bag. He left the plug in as he untied her. Grabbing a blanket from his bag, he pulled her up into his arms and moved to one of the aftercare areas, only stopping briefly to ask a
submissive under his protection to clean up his play area.
He settled on a couch in a dark corner, arranging Aspen on his lap so she was half-turned into him, her weight off her tender bottom. He tucked the blanket around her and just held her for a moment, crooning to her.
Good. Now time for some questions. It was kind of sneaky, but right now her defenses were down and he might not get another chance like this for a while.
“Come back to me now, pet.”
She sighed. “I like when you call me pet and sprite. Why is that?”
“Maybe it’s because you’re my pet, aren’t you, my good girl?”
“Your good girl.” There was a dreamy tone to her voice. Something a little childlike. Good.
“Pet, you submitted so beautifully. Did you enjoy your time on the spanking bench?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Did you like being bound?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Proper answers please,” he said in a stern voice.
She blinked as she looked up at him. “Yes, Sir.”
“What else did you like?”
She blushed and he ran a finger down her cheek. “I’m not going to ask again, pet. You can answer or I can attach a tickler to your clit and make you wear it all night. I’ll keep you just on the edge but won’t let you fall over.”
Her eyes widened. Her breath grew faster. Hmm, one night he might just have to do that.
“I liked the vibrator against my clit, Sir.”
He bet she did.
“And the anal plug?”
That blush deepened. Delightful. “Not at the start. It burned. But it . . . uh . . . grew on me.”
He smiled. “Did it? I thought that might be the case, opens up a whole other world, doesn’t it?”
“That’s one way to put it.”
“And your spanking?”
“It hurt!”
“It was meant to. I wanted you to cry. I had to get past those defenses you’ve erected so you could let go. Pain can do that.”
She pouted. “I don’t think I’ll be sitting well tomorrow.”
“But do you feel better after a good cry?”
She frowned slightly then smiled. “Yes. I feel lighter.”
He kissed her forehead. “Thank you for being so honest.” While those defenses were still down he was determined to get some more answers.
“Why didn’t you come to me the other day when you hurt your hand?”
She frowned slightly. “Don’t wanna talk about that.”
“But I do. And you want to be my good girl, don’t you?” He was playing on her need to please.
“I didn’t want to bother you.”
“Why did you think you would be a bother? Did someone tell you that? Maybe when you were a child? Your mom? Your dad?” She’d never mentioned her dad.
“Daddy left. Everyone always leaves.”
Finally.
“He took off. Mama said it was because I was naughty and noisy.”
Damn that bitch. He ground his teeth together.
“Mama left too. I didn’t think she’d really go.” The hurt in her voice killed him. No wonder she had trust issues. Had everyone let her down?
“What about the boys’ father? What happened to him?” She hardly ever spoke about him.
“Died.”
“I know, baby. But how?”
“Car accident. Driving too fast. I didn’t love him but I was sad when he died. I guess he would have left anyway. He didn’t love me either. I was just a bit of fun to him.”
He kissed the top of her head.
“What was your childhood like?”
“Scary.” She shuddered. “Lonely.”
He grew tense, and she whimpered. He rubbed her back soothingly.
“Scary, why? Did someone hurt you?”
“Always had to be careful. Couldn’t let people close. Couldn’t bring them home. Mama said they might take me away if they knew.”
“Who?”
“The police. Mama didn’t want me telling anyone about her drinking or her boyfriends. She had lots of boyfriends. She said people wouldn’t understand.”
He ran his hand up and down her back as she trembled. Lots of boyfriends, huh?
“Where did you live?”
She shrugged. “Lots of places. Trailers, apartments, different towns. Once we lived on the streets for a while until Mama found another boyfriend.”
Jesus. That was no way for a child to grow up.
“Was that way until I got older and found a job. Then things were better.”
Right, the child had taken care of the parent. A parent who later abandoned her when she needed her.
So was she concerned about bothering him because she was worried he’d do the same? Abandon her or kick her out if she caused problems?
She stiffened in his arms and he could feel her closing up again. “Can I have a drink?”
“Yes, pet.” He ran his hand over her hair before reaching down to grab a bottle of water from his play bag, which the sub who’d cleaned up the scene for him had delivered. “Here have a few sips of this. Slow and easy. Good girl. How do you feel?”
“My ass is on fire. You have a hand like a paddle.” She squirmed around, gasping as her hot ass encountered his thighs. “You didn’t have to make me cry by whaling the daylights out of me.”
“Do you feel better?”
She was silent for a long moment.
“Honesty, pet.”
“Fine. Yes, I feel better.”
She tried to sit up. He turned her so she straddled his lap. Her breasts fell free of the blanket, and she gasped, trying to hide them. He grabbed her arm, pulling it away. “Put your arms behind you.”
“Oh, crackers and cheese.”
“Crackers and cheese?” he asked with some amusement as she did as ordered. Her breasts were pushed forward. Delicious.
“I’m trying to come up with alternatives to swearing.”
“Ah, good idea. That should save your ass some punishment.”
“Right now, I don’t think my ass wants any more punishment. Ever.”
“Well, it wouldn’t be punishment if you enjoyed it, pet.” He grinned at the pout on her face. He reached out and tweaked her nipple. She gasped, her eyes widening.
He cupped her breast. “You know that you don’t have to do everything yourself anymore. I expect you to come to me if you need help.”
“Asking for help isn’t that easy for me.”
Because people constantly let her down.
“Are you worried about coming to me because you’ll think I’ll get annoyed and what? Fire you? You really think I would do that?”
She stared up at him for a long moment then she blinked and shook her head. “No, you wouldn’t do that.” It sounded like she’d only just figured it out.
He hated that she’d thought it at all.
“Of course, I wouldn’t damn well do that.” He cupped her face between his hands. “I don’t want you hiding things from me. Especially out of fear of my reaction. I’m not going to abandon you like everyone else in your life, Aspen.”
“I’m messed up, aren’t I?”
“Just a little. But, then, so am I. And don’t worry, I’m going to help you.”
“Want me to spank you until you cry then you can pour your heart out?” she asked cheekily.
He threw back his head and laughed. “It will be a cold day in hell before that happens, pet. But you know what you can do?”
Her heart raced. “What?”
“Come home with me. To my bed.”
“Yes,” she whispered.
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“Have I lost you, pet?”
“What?” She looked over at him then glanced around, surprised to find they were in his bedroom. “I don’t remember entering the house.” Leaving the club had been a bit of a blur. She guessed she’d been too busy thinking about what happened earlier.
He cupped her face between his hands, running this thu
mbs over her cheeks. “You look exhausted. Tonight was a big night for you, if you’d rather sleep or talk about what we did—”
She leaned up on her tiptoes, wrapped her arms around his neck to steady herself, and kissed him. She didn’t think about it first, didn’t worry over it, she just did it.
And damned if it didn’t feel fucking wonderful.
He didn’t let her take charge for long. He clasped her under the ass and lifted her high against his chest. She wrapped her legs around his trim waist, loving the feel of him against her. Hard and hot.
He drew back, looked at her, studied her. “I can see you don’t want to sleep.”
“No,” she whispered. “And I don’t want to fucking talk either.”
“Language,” he growled.
“What you going to do? Spank me?” She gave him a fresh smile.
“Don’t think I wouldn’t, sprite. Although I might have to come up with some different punishment. I think you might like being spanked a bit too much.”
“Sometimes, but not when you’re truly disappointed in me.”
“I could never be truly disappointed in you.” He kissed the tip of her nose. “What were you thinking about so seriously?”
She considered kissing him again but figured she wouldn’t get away with that diversion a second time.
“You could have had any sub in that club but you’re here with me.” She shrugged. “It’s still hard to believe.”
He laughed. “Any sub I desired? You give me far more credit than I deserve. Do you know what I find hard to believe? That you don’t know how desirable, beautiful, and amazing you are.”
She blushed happily at the words.
“You did so well tonight, pet. I know it wasn’t easy for you at times, yet you did as I asked without too much balking.”
She screwed up her nose. “Asked?”
His grin widened. “All right. Demanded. Are you ready for more?”
“Bring it on, Sir,” she said with more bravado than she probably should have.
“Hmm, someone is feeling confident. Strip and then lay down on the bed. I want your arms above you head and your legs spread.”
Her heart raced as he let her slip free of his hold. Her feet touched the floor and her legs nearly buckled. But he must have sensed her weakness as he held her for a few moments until she was steady. He took hold of her chin, tilting her face up to study her.
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