He was going to do it. He was going to smack her ass and then…she wasn’t sure what he would do then. He might touch her. He might demand that she get to her knees and service him with her mouth. He might give in and give her his cock.
It was so easy now that she was here. She’d agonized for weeks over what she wanted, but now it was clear. She wanted a sexual relationship with this man. She wanted to experience what it truly meant to be Eric Vail’s submissive.
Deena stepped across the space toward the mirror, the wood at her feet slightly chilly. The air was chilled as well, but she didn’t mind. It was one more sensation to be had, one more bit of proof that she was alive. She felt it now—how alive she was. Too often she moved through her days with the only thought being to get through to the next one. He was forcing her to focus on the now.
She took a deep breath and bent over, grasping her ankles. Her body stretched, the sensation pleasurable as her muscles released.
A smack filled the air and then she felt a sting of pain. He’d slapped her ass with what was very likely a crop. Had he come prepared for the evening? As he’d driven her here, talking about innocuous things, had he been thinking of doing this to her?
“Spread those legs farther apart. When I tell you to assume the position, I want your feet shoulder width apart and your ass in the air.”
“Yes, Sir.” She moved her legs apart, her vulnerability becoming increasingly evident. In this position, he would have access to her backside and her pussy. He could likely see her pussy through the part in her legs.
The crop caressed her skin, the leather tip moving over her ass cheeks. “That’s what I want to hear, baby. But do you honestly think that all this sweet submission is going to save you? Do you think if you give me a breathy little ‘yes, Sir,’ that I’m going to be satisfied?”
She knew exactly how to answer that one. “No, Sir.”
“I don’t know about that. I think you think I’m a pussy Dom.”
Shit. That was not a good thing for a sub to think about her Dom. Even though she kind of had thought it, she didn’t want him to think she’d thought it. “Not at all.”
The crop came down, smacking her hard and making her eyes water. “I think you do. I think you tell all your friends how easy I am, how I let you get away with anything you want. You might even tell them how you manipulate me.”
Another hard blow and she shook her head, careful not to let loose her grip on her ankles. Had he been listening in when she’d been talking to Charlotte? “It was only talk, Sir.”
Three more swats and she whimpered, the pain flaring hard and then turning into heat along her flesh.
“I think you meant every word of it, baby.” He knelt down beside her, his fingers brushing off a tear that she’d squeezed out. “I think it’s time to give you something else to talk about. The next time you have a discussion with your friends about your Dom, I want you to tell them about this. It’s twenty for lying to me about talking to Master Ian. Another twenty for disobeying my directive about wearing panties. Then I think I have to be a bit more extreme when it comes to allowing a man to molest you at work without telling me or allowing me the right to protect you.”
“It wasn’t a big deal, Sir.” She’d handled him. He very likely wouldn’t be back.
He moved quickly, his hand coming up to find her nipple. He twisted it between his thumb and forefinger, the pain nearly making her cry out. “Don’t make this worse. If he ever walks in again, you will come and get me. You will refuse to serve him and I will have a long talk with the asshole. It is my responsibility and my right to protect you. Don’t you take that away from me. If all you expect from a Dom is play and pain, then I’m not the Dom for you. I want to be meaningful to you. And if some woman tries the same with me, I fully intend to sic you on her, so if you can’t protect me, you should tell me now.”
It was the exact right thing to say and she had to smile. It proved he knew she wasn’t a burden. She could be a partner. “I’ll take her down, Sir.”
“I know you will. I also know you’re going to enjoy the next few minutes so I don’t require a count. What happens afterward is going to be a bit unpleasant, so I suggest you enjoy your spanking.” He stood up with those enigmatic words and then fire rained down on her ass.
She lost count of how many times the crop came down. She would hear that zippy sound and then the slap of leather hitting skin before the pain registered. Heat sank into her skin, making her whimper and moan, but she didn’t want him to stop. She could already feel the adrenaline and endorphins kicking in as he worked her over. Just the right amount. Too much and the pain overruled the pleasure. Too much and the rush would be lost in a haze of ache. Naturally Eric knew what he was doing. It was like watching the man cook. He always knew exactly how long to cook a dish to make it utter perfection. With every stroke of his crop he proved to be a master at this, too. The pain would flare, tricking her mind, and then heat would settle in, making her body flush and alive.
She held on, riding the storm he created. Her body was trembling, but she wasn’t about to move, wouldn’t cry out and tell him she needed him to stop because she didn’t. She wanted this glorious symphony of pain and pleasure and connection. Every now and then she would feel his free hand on her. He would pause for a moment and run his fingers along her spine as though ensuring himself she was all right. Then the process would begin again.
Tears dripped from her eyes making the world seem hazy and unreal. She didn’t have to be everyday Deena in this place. She didn’t have to worry about school or how she was going to make the rent. In this place, there were no mistakes to regret. There was only the crop and the sound of her Master’s voice.
“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are right now?” The crop slapped against her, a rhythm she was sure her heart beat to. “Your skin is perfectly pink and that pussy is pouting, begging for my attention.”
She was sure it was since she could practically feel the damn thing pulsing. Sex had always been about her partner, a way to show her partner how much she cared, but now it seemed like more. It seemed like a need, a desperate need to connect with this one man, and not only for his sake. She wanted. For the first time in her life, she craved a man’s cock. If he didn’t take her, she might cry because she was already close to something wonderful, something that had eluded her before.
“That was forty, baby,” he said, his hand still on her backside.
“It’s already over?” She didn’t want it to be. She might stand there all night, allowing him to make her ass red, if she could only stay in this place.
“Unfortunately, yes, but we’re not through. You’ve paid for the lying and the disobedience.” His hand moved over her tender backside and slid down to hover on the edge of her pussy. “Now we’re going to have a discussion about what will happen if that man walks in and you don’t tell me. But first I want to know if you liked my discipline. Tell me, Deena, how does your pussy feel?”
The question was too intimate, but somehow in the quiet of the playroom, it was all right to open up to him. “Hot. Aching. Needy.”
“You’re wet, baby. Look at that.” His words were sultry, his voice a sexy groan as he slid a finger through her pussy.
She’d been perfectly still while he’d smacked her ass, but her whole body shook now. She wanted that finger inside her, thrusting in and out.
A hard hand came down on her ass, making her yelp because she was so damn sensitive there.
“Did I give you permission to move?” Eric asked the question in a low growl, the sound sizzling along her skin.
He seemed intent on playing the hard-ass. She was never going to let that man know she thought he was a little soft again. He overcompensated.
Or he was simply the yummiest mix of badass Dom and sweet as pie man she’d ever met—a completely dangerous combination because she still wasn’t sure she was ready for what he wanted outside the playroom. She shoved all those thoughts aside. They didn’t have a place here. There was no future and no past in this room. There was only the glorious now, where she had a Dom to please.
“No, Sir.” She stilled, though her back was starting to ache.
His big palm moved along her spine. “Come on then, baby. You’ve been in that position forever. Let’s stretch you out. In more ways than one.”
She wasn’t sure what he meant with the second remark, but she sighed in relief as he helped her straighten up. Every muscle in her body stretched deliciously, and she could feel the hot ache in her ass. “Thank you, Sir.”
He was standing right in front of her, his big body invading her space. His bare chest brushed against hers and that restless feeling started up again. She needed more than mere punishment from this man. His hands slid down her body to her hips. “Tell me how you’re feeling.”
Some subs would wait until their Doms gave them permission to touch them, but she couldn’t see that coming from Eric. He might have been rough with her backside, but he wouldn’t put that wall between them. She brought her hands up to finally feel that magnificent chest of his. Warm, smooth skin covered his muscles, and she could see him sigh in pleasure at the contact. “I feel good, Sir. I feel happy and warm, but I definitely don’t want to stop playing with you.”