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the reply.
Oh my God. Marc. Would he approve of how she looked? She glanced at herself in the mirror once more. He better. This was as “demure but beautiful” as she knew how to get.
“Is Lauren in there? Can she come out to play?” he teased, calling through the door.
Elisabeth nodded in her direction. “Go, have fun. Don’t keep him too long though, the men are having their pictures taken by the fountain in twenty minutes.”
“Okay,” she whispered, suddenly nervous. “I’m coming,” she called.
No one raised an eyebrow. One of the benefits of hanging out with Elisabeth, who was a wonderful sub to Trevor.
Lauren exited the dressing room, nearly walking into Marc, he’d been standing so close to the door.
“Wow,” he said. “You look amazing.” He took her hand and twirled her around, checking her out from every angle. “Unbelievable. I mean, you’re always gorgeous, but this . . . wow.”
Lauren laughed. “I’ve done the impossible and finally made you speechless, I see.”
“It’s just . . . I mean, I’ve seen you in jeans, and in a bathing suit. And of course I’ve seen you in your leather. But this is a whole new side of you.”
“You’ve also seen me naked, or did you forget?” she teased. She loved the look on his face. It made her feel cherished and new somehow—like she’d just made Marc see her in a different light. The depth of his admiration empowered her. She swirled around again, grinning.
He rubbed his shaved head, a hint of his tattooed wrist showing past his cufflinks. That was when she noticed his other hand held a small black bag. Hmm.
“Speaking of naked, we don’t have a lot of time, and we have something we need to do.” He took her hand and she followed him down the hallway until they reached one of the many guest bedrooms.
“Are we going to have sex?” she asked, looking at the bag. Condoms? Sex toy?
“If I wanted to, yes,” he smiled. “But this isn’t a guessing game and there’s not nearly enough time for that.” He closed the door behind him and locked it.
“How do you want me?”
He looked around the room. “Brace yourself on that chair. I’m going to paddle you, and it’s your job not to make a sound. I don’t want to ruin your makeup by gagging you.”
She didn’t answer, just leaned over the chair and held on. She’d been spanked, and had felt a paddle a few times as an experiment. There was a huge difference in the pain factor. A paddle, wielded forcefully, could bruise or even blister your ass almost immediately.
Marc lifted a thick wooden paddle out of the bag and set the bag down. “No sounds. This will hurt, because it’s meant to hurt. It’s not a punishment, it’s a reminder. Every time you sit down, or brush up against someone, you’ll remember that you are my submissive tonight.”
“All right.” The thought appealed to her. She’d need a constant reminder if she was going to stay submissive in a crowd of people she was used to playing the Domme around.
He lifted the back of her dress carefully until she felt air on her bare ass.
“No noise,” he reminded her, and brought the paddle down so hard she jumped, kicking her foot up in surprise.
“Stay in place. Every time you move like that I’m adding another lick.”
“Yes, sir.”
He smacked her with the paddle again, and she struggled to contain her whimper and to stay still. Damn, that fucking hurt like a bitch. He wasn’t playing around. Marc must really want her to have a sore bottom for tonight.
“That’s good, baby,” he said. “Again.” And so it continued. Even as the pain grew to a point where she couldn’t imagine taking one more lick, her pussy became wet with arousal.
He dropped the paddle and dropped to his knees behind her, kissing her inflamed, burning skin. “You’re not going to sit comfortably for a week,” he said, the satisfaction in his voice obvious.
When she didn’t answer—because she couldn’t, she was still
Oh my God. Marc. Would he approve of how she looked? She glanced at herself in the mirror once more. He better. This was as “demure but beautiful” as she knew how to get.
“Is Lauren in there? Can she come out to play?” he teased, calling through the door.
Elisabeth nodded in her direction. “Go, have fun. Don’t keep him too long though, the men are having their pictures taken by the fountain in twenty minutes.”
“Okay,” she whispered, suddenly nervous. “I’m coming,” she called.
No one raised an eyebrow. One of the benefits of hanging out with Elisabeth, who was a wonderful sub to Trevor.
Lauren exited the dressing room, nearly walking into Marc, he’d been standing so close to the door.
“Wow,” he said. “You look amazing.” He took her hand and twirled her around, checking her out from every angle. “Unbelievable. I mean, you’re always gorgeous, but this . . . wow.”
Lauren laughed. “I’ve done the impossible and finally made you speechless, I see.”
“It’s just . . . I mean, I’ve seen you in jeans, and in a bathing suit. And of course I’ve seen you in your leather. But this is a whole new side of you.”
“You’ve also seen me naked, or did you forget?” she teased. She loved the look on his face. It made her feel cherished and new somehow—like she’d just made Marc see her in a different light. The depth of his admiration empowered her. She swirled around again, grinning.
He rubbed his shaved head, a hint of his tattooed wrist showing past his cufflinks. That was when she noticed his other hand held a small black bag. Hmm.
“Speaking of naked, we don’t have a lot of time, and we have something we need to do.” He took her hand and she followed him down the hallway until they reached one of the many guest bedrooms.
“Are we going to have sex?” she asked, looking at the bag. Condoms? Sex toy?
“If I wanted to, yes,” he smiled. “But this isn’t a guessing game and there’s not nearly enough time for that.” He closed the door behind him and locked it.
“How do you want me?”
He looked around the room. “Brace yourself on that chair. I’m going to paddle you, and it’s your job not to make a sound. I don’t want to ruin your makeup by gagging you.”
She didn’t answer, just leaned over the chair and held on. She’d been spanked, and had felt a paddle a few times as an experiment. There was a huge difference in the pain factor. A paddle, wielded forcefully, could bruise or even blister your ass almost immediately.
Marc lifted a thick wooden paddle out of the bag and set the bag down. “No sounds. This will hurt, because it’s meant to hurt. It’s not a punishment, it’s a reminder. Every time you sit down, or brush up against someone, you’ll remember that you are my submissive tonight.”
“All right.” The thought appealed to her. She’d need a constant reminder if she was going to stay submissive in a crowd of people she was used to playing the Domme around.
He lifted the back of her dress carefully until she felt air on her bare ass.
“No noise,” he reminded her, and brought the paddle down so hard she jumped, kicking her foot up in surprise.
“Stay in place. Every time you move like that I’m adding another lick.”
“Yes, sir.”
He smacked her with the paddle again, and she struggled to contain her whimper and to stay still. Damn, that fucking hurt like a bitch. He wasn’t playing around. Marc must really want her to have a sore bottom for tonight.
“That’s good, baby,” he said. “Again.” And so it continued. Even as the pain grew to a point where she couldn’t imagine taking one more lick, her pussy became wet with arousal.
He dropped the paddle and dropped to his knees behind her, kissing her inflamed, burning skin. “You’re not going to sit comfortably for a week,” he said, the satisfaction in his voice obvious.
When she didn’t answer—because she couldn’t, she was still
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