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Authors: Sierra Cartwright
Tags: BDSM Contemporary
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evening. Again, it’s your choice, Alani. You don’t have to participate. I’m sure Willow would be willing.”
He had to have guessed she wouldn’t back down from his challenge. “I’ll do it,” she said.
He nodded, as if he’d expected nothing less. “I want to see what you’re wearing. Please stand and remove your coat.” He leaned back and folded his arms across his chest.
He moved from subject to subject at dizzying speed.
She’d chosen a fairly demure outfit for the evening—well, if PVC was ever demure. The black swing skirt flowed over her hips and ended midthigh. A cropped top left her midriff bare but completely covered her breasts. With Master Nathaniel in mind, she’d donned fishnet stockings. She’d added only a G-string, leaving her ass bare, just in case.
She pushed away from the table and stood. She unknotted the belt and parted the lapels before shrugging out of the coat.
“Nice.”
His approval made her heart beat faster.
“Turn around.”
She draped the coat over the chair and turned her back to him.
“Lift your skirt to your waist.”
Her hands shook slightly. His rich voice held no compromise. With him, she never had to fake anything, never had to go deep into her head and pretend to be elsewhere. Only the moment existed.
“This is an advanced scene tonight, not for beginners. I am going to insert a plug up your ass, and I may push you past your comfort level. Certainly you won’t have experienced anything like this at the club.”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered, thrilled. That’s what she wanted: new experiences, new highs.
“How did you like my belt last night?”
“Very well, Sir.”
“We’ll use a flogger tonight.”
She wrinkled her nose in disappointment. Then, grateful she was faced away from him and that he hadn’t seen her expression, she nodded. “As you wish, Sir.”
He chuckled. “That means you prefer something else. Remember, I demand honesty.”
“Yes, Sir. I would prefer we use something else.”
“Why?”
“In my experience, Sir, a flogger is a fairly gentle implement.”
“Ah. You’re afraid I’m not going to hurt you enough. Not to worry. I watched Master Richard work you over; I saw which hits you responded to. Rest assured I’ll make you feel it far more than he did.”
Her clit began to throb.
“It doesn’t matter what you prefer, little painslut. If I want to barely touch you for this demonstration, that’s my choice. And you’ll thank me.”
“Yes, Sir, I will.”
“But make no mistake, you’ll feel the leather on your hot body. And I will hurt you.”
That comment made her wetter.
“Meet me in the classroom no later than twenty past seven. The class is scheduled to begin at half past.”
She shivered a bit.
“You may face me.”
She let go of her skirt. The PVC material floated into place as she turned back to face him.
“Did I give you permission to drop your skirt?”
“Sorry, Sir.” She lifted it back up, exposing her derriere.
“Across my lap.” He scooted back his chair.
She stood there shocked, unmoving. He was going to spank her here in the bar? Now?
“Do I need to repeat my command?”
Chapter Five
She met his gaze.
His green eyes were frosty, unrelenting. His firm jaw was set uncompromisingly.
She moved toward him and lowered herself, wishing she were more graceful. She struggled to keep the skirt held high.
Before she had her fingertips on the floor, he struck her hard across both cheeks.
Alani gasped.
She’d expected a warm-up spank, not this searing pain.
Before she recovered, he smacked her again.
“I didn’t hear a thank-you, so we’ll start over.”
He landed a third blow.
He hit hard . Her ass burned. Her cheeks flamed. She was aware of others looking at her. Somehow, this was very different than a scene with one of the patrons. Here, in the bar, people would be aware she was being punished. It heightened her humiliation.
She reached for a chair leg, anything to keep
He had to have guessed she wouldn’t back down from his challenge. “I’ll do it,” she said.
He nodded, as if he’d expected nothing less. “I want to see what you’re wearing. Please stand and remove your coat.” He leaned back and folded his arms across his chest.
He moved from subject to subject at dizzying speed.
She’d chosen a fairly demure outfit for the evening—well, if PVC was ever demure. The black swing skirt flowed over her hips and ended midthigh. A cropped top left her midriff bare but completely covered her breasts. With Master Nathaniel in mind, she’d donned fishnet stockings. She’d added only a G-string, leaving her ass bare, just in case.
She pushed away from the table and stood. She unknotted the belt and parted the lapels before shrugging out of the coat.
“Nice.”
His approval made her heart beat faster.
“Turn around.”
She draped the coat over the chair and turned her back to him.
“Lift your skirt to your waist.”
Her hands shook slightly. His rich voice held no compromise. With him, she never had to fake anything, never had to go deep into her head and pretend to be elsewhere. Only the moment existed.
“This is an advanced scene tonight, not for beginners. I am going to insert a plug up your ass, and I may push you past your comfort level. Certainly you won’t have experienced anything like this at the club.”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered, thrilled. That’s what she wanted: new experiences, new highs.
“How did you like my belt last night?”
“Very well, Sir.”
“We’ll use a flogger tonight.”
She wrinkled her nose in disappointment. Then, grateful she was faced away from him and that he hadn’t seen her expression, she nodded. “As you wish, Sir.”
He chuckled. “That means you prefer something else. Remember, I demand honesty.”
“Yes, Sir. I would prefer we use something else.”
“Why?”
“In my experience, Sir, a flogger is a fairly gentle implement.”
“Ah. You’re afraid I’m not going to hurt you enough. Not to worry. I watched Master Richard work you over; I saw which hits you responded to. Rest assured I’ll make you feel it far more than he did.”
Her clit began to throb.
“It doesn’t matter what you prefer, little painslut. If I want to barely touch you for this demonstration, that’s my choice. And you’ll thank me.”
“Yes, Sir, I will.”
“But make no mistake, you’ll feel the leather on your hot body. And I will hurt you.”
That comment made her wetter.
“Meet me in the classroom no later than twenty past seven. The class is scheduled to begin at half past.”
She shivered a bit.
“You may face me.”
She let go of her skirt. The PVC material floated into place as she turned back to face him.
“Did I give you permission to drop your skirt?”
“Sorry, Sir.” She lifted it back up, exposing her derriere.
“Across my lap.” He scooted back his chair.
She stood there shocked, unmoving. He was going to spank her here in the bar? Now?
“Do I need to repeat my command?”
Chapter Five
She met his gaze.
His green eyes were frosty, unrelenting. His firm jaw was set uncompromisingly.
She moved toward him and lowered herself, wishing she were more graceful. She struggled to keep the skirt held high.
Before she had her fingertips on the floor, he struck her hard across both cheeks.
Alani gasped.
She’d expected a warm-up spank, not this searing pain.
Before she recovered, he smacked her again.
“I didn’t hear a thank-you, so we’ll start over.”
He landed a third blow.
He hit hard . Her ass burned. Her cheeks flamed. She was aware of others looking at her. Somehow, this was very different than a scene with one of the patrons. Here, in the bar, people would be aware she was being punished. It heightened her humiliation.
She reached for a chair leg, anything to keep
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