With This Collar (Mastered) Page 7
“This will be easier if we find a rhythm,” he told her. “Surrender rather than fight. Accept the pain and release the struggle.”
“Have you ever been spanked?” she asked, hostility in her tone.
“As a matter of fact, yes.”
“What?”
“I’ll explain more to you later if you’re interested. I wouldn’t put a sub through something I wasn’t intimately familiar with. Breathe.” He caught her right cheek with a blazing spank. “Don’t hold your breath,” he told her.
She screamed.
The door opened and Damien entered the room.
“We have company,” Marcus told her, meeting the other man’s gaze.
“Oh, God!”
“You can stay in place,” Marcus assured her. “Or you can get up. Your choice. I’m sure Master Damien is here to check on your safety after that racket. He’ll want your assurance that you’re not being mistreated.”
“I was afraid you were using a cattle prod on her,” Damien said. “Maybe a paddle wrapped in barbed wire.”
They looked at each other. Marcus saw Damien battle a smile.
“I’ll try to be quieter,” she whispered.
“How many spanks have you had, Julia?” Damien asked.
“Two, Sir.”
“What colour are you on?”
“Mortification,” she mumbled.
Marcus pinched her thigh. “Master Damien asked you a question. Show a little respect, girl.”
“Green. I’m green, Sir.”
“Are you under duress?”
“It just hurts more than I thought it would.”
“Master Damien needs a yes or a no,” Marcus said.
“No. I’m not under duress, Sir.”
“Might I suggest a gag?” Damien asked before leaving.
“Relax,” Marcus told her when they were alone again. “I’m going to rub you again.” She sighed and all but melted under his touch. Her responsiveness made him want to hold her and cherish her.
“I don’t suppose we can do this all evening, Sir?”
“We can.”
She made a sound almost like a purr.
“As soon as you’ve taken your punishment.
“Then please, Sir. May I have the third?”
He blazed another onto her left cheek.
She gave a shortened screech, catching herself almost immediately. She resumed the correct position within seconds.
“Cease your struggles,” he said softly. “Breathe. Accept. Enjoy.”
“I suppose it’s rude to question Sir’s sanity.”
He laughed.
She moved about a bit, but then settled.
“Please, I’m ready.”
He delivered the fourth strike, and she cried out, but much softer this time. She gripped his leg tighter, but she didn’t let go.
“I’m ready for another,” she said, much, much faster than he imagined she would.
He obliged, catching her, again, beneath her butt cheeks.
Her body went rigid, but she didn’t protest.
“Breathe,” he coached. “Exhale when I hit you. I promise, it will make it easier.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Inhale.”
He waited until she did, then he rained a harsh smack, again on her left ass cheek.
“Oh, Sir!” she said. “That was…”
She squeezed his leg.
“I…”
She didn’t have to tell him that she had stopped the struggle. He felt it.
Blood rushed to his groin. There was nothing more exquisite than the surrender of a supplicant.
He gave her a break to absorb what had happened. Honestly, he needed it, too. He’d been a Dom long enough to recognise this moment for the gift it was. And if she wanted it, he could take her deeper, giving her experiences she’d never dreamt possible.
“I’m ready for another.” She breathed in and relaxed.
“I’m ready for another, Sir.”
She repeated what he had said, then breathed in again, letting her body go slack.
“I’m going to give you two,” he said. “Finish it off.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
He waited until she was ready, then he spanked her twice in quick succession.
She whispered her thanks, but so softly he barely heard her.
He turned her over, and she blinked to focus on him. “You’re built for a firm hand,” he told her. He wanted to fuck her. He wanted to drive into her until she screamed his name in submission. What the hell had he been thinking in promising her just one night? He wanted to possess her.
She smiled. Her scowl was gone, replaced by peace. “That was hot,” she said. “I think I’m starting to understand the whole whips and chains thing.”
“That was only a little taste,” he said. “And it wasn’t meant to arouse.”
“And if it did?” she asked.
Like a feline seeking heat, she snuggled into him.
He smoothed her hair over her shoulders and caught her chin. “I’m glad it did. But that may mean you need more spankings to atone for your behaviour upstairs.”
“If you insist, Sir.”
“Part your legs so I can see if you’re turned on.”
Her hesitation lasted for only a fraction of a minute. She wrapped her arm around his neck for balance and spread her thighs.
He skimmed his fingertips across her clit. “Your pussy is wet, girl.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“It wouldn’t take much for you to come, would it?”
“God… No.” She closed her eyes and thrust her cunt forward.
“I’m strict about my subs not coming unless I say they can.”
She looked at him. “Are you serious?”
“Very.”
“You want me to ask permission to orgasm?” she asked incredulously.
“Yes.”
“If you knew how hard some men had worked on just that.”
“I want you focused on it,” he replied. “That’s the difference.” He held her gaze captive and continued to play with her pussy. “I want you obsessed with coming until it’s the only thing you can think of.” He gently abraded her clit. “I want you sobbing and begging.” He pulled on her labia. “I want you to need a climax more than your next breath. You may not ever come unless I say so. Is that clear?”
“That sounds like a fantasy, Sir.”
“It is,” he agreed. “Mine. And your reality.” He gave her an open-handed slap to the cunt.
She screamed.
“Do not come.”
She panted and gasped and dug her fingernails into his shoulder.
“Please,” she said.
“I said no, girl.” He moved quickly, putting her on the floor. “Kneel, please.”
“But—”
“I am not open to compromise.” He spread his legs shoulder-width apart, folded his arms across his chest and waited.
The battle of wills dragged for nearly thirty seconds. The whole time, she stared at him, as if weighing how much to push, to argue.
He was tempted to capitulate, but knew the power of restraint and delayed gratification. When she came, if he let her, the emotional release would swamp her. Having her ache for his touch would serve him well. “Spread your knees as wide as is comfortable, and put your hands behind your head. Thrust out your breasts.”
When she did, he said, “When I ask you to kneel in future, this is the position I want you in. I find it makes you aware of being open and it makes your body available for my pleasure. And with your legs being so far apart, it’s less likely that you can bring yourself off.”
She opened her mouth, but he spoke first, “Unless given instructions otherwise, assume I want you looking at the floor.”
“Yes, Sir.” She cast down her gaze.
“Is your cunt throbbing?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Think about that for a bit, how the spanking aroused you, how obscene you loo
ked, showing your pussy to Master Damien. You liked that, didn’t you?”
“I…”
“Look up at me.” He watched a furious blush chase up her face. He lowered his voice. “It’s okay to admit the truth one way or the other.”
“I did like it, yes.”
“How’s your arousal?”
“Sir?”
“Is your pussy still wet? Are you still horny?” Without waiting for an answer, he crouched in front of her. He snared her gaze and kept it imprisoned. He touched her between the legs, and almost instantly she was as slick as she had been earlier. “Keep your body still.”
“I’m trying to do what you want.”
He gave her half a dozen gentle slaps. She flinched, but she didn’t try to escape. He saw her clench her jaw as she fought back her needs. When he was finished, his hand came away damp. “Lick your juices from my fingers,” he said.
She opened her mouth and dutifully sucked them dry. He tried not to think of her doing that to his cock. Denying himself as well as her was a powerful aphrodisiac. “It’s time for the other half of your punishment.”
He stood and rolled down his sleeves. When she started to stand, he placed a hand on her head.
“I find that patronising.”
“Do you? Simply wait for instructions and save yourself the frustration.”
She exhaled a shaky breath, but she didn’t argue.
“It’s only one night,” he reminded her.
He waited.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Unless you object, I’m going to remove my shirt.”
“Do you have a body like an ogre, Sir? Maybe you’re all hairy like Bigfoot?”
“Keep it up, girl.” Despite his veiled warning, he liked the fact that she felt comfortable enough to tease him. He unbuttoned his shirt, and she stared, as if physically unable to look away. He shrugged the material from his shoulders.
“Oh!”
“Oh?”
“I’m sorry. It’s just that you… I mean… You are even sexier than I imagined, Sir.”
“I’m not an ogre?”
“Not that I’ve seen.” She paused. “Yet.”
“Do you like to live dangerously?” He hung the shirt with the leather blazer. He preferred to be dressed when delivering an over-the-knee spanking. He liked the barrier of material between him and the recipient. The fact that the sub was nude reinforced his or her position of humility. And it helped him to not become distracted. But there was something ceremonial about removing his shirt before beginning a beating.
He took a position of power near the horse. “Crawl over to the horse. This time I want you across it lengthwise, so that I can spread you wide.”
“I’m not sure I understand.”
From her tone, he knew she wasn’t stalling. “Have you ever seen a gymnast perform a vault?”
She nodded.
“Approach the horse from that direction.”
She lowered herself to all fours. He moved the tawse to the left side of the horse, leaving it close to where her body would be. At this point, it was more than a physical tool. It was a psychological one to keep her focused.
She took her time coming towards him, and he enjoyed every moment of watching her body sway, seeing her breasts move, and the way her hair cascaded everywhere.
“Raise yourself on your tiptoes. And spread yourself as wide as you can.” When she did, he added, “There are straps on the far side for your hands. You may choose to hold onto them or I can secure you.”
She turned her head to face him. “If I let go, I’ll get more spanks.”
She’d made a statement, rather than asking a question. “Yes.”
“Please tie me, Sir.”
“It will cost you one extra stripe.”
She exhaled. “There’s always a catch.”
“Would you like to accept my terms?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Smart. You’re recognising my generosity.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
“Is your pussy still wet, Julia?”
She blinked as if shocked by his change of subject. “No, Sir. I think I’m a bit scared.”
“With good reason.” He went around to the other side of the horse. He squatted and said, “Give me your hand.” This close, he was able to inhale the intoxicating scent of her, citrus and strength.
She tilted her head back a bit so she could watch him.
“I need you to be a bit higher. Stay where you are.” He moved behind her and lifted her off the ground.
She gasped. “My feet can hardly touch the floor.”
“Precisely.”
“I might fall.”
“You won’t.” He could lower the horse, but the combination of the angle and her helplessness would drive him mad. “Reach for the strap.”
He resumed his position in front of her and secured her right wrist in place. He repeated the process with her left. Then he feathered back her hair and captured her head between his palms, compelling her to look at him. “You can move a bit to get more comfortable.”
She scooted back as much as she could without hurting her arms.
“You have no idea how beautiful you look.”
Her breaths were shallow and weak, but she continued to look at him, as if drawing strength from him.
Slowly he moved behind her. “Your ass cheeks are still red.” Marcus wasn’t sure he’d ever seen anything more appealing than the proof of his hand on her curvy derrière. “And they’ll be redder still when I’m finished.” He pulled her right ankle towards the outer edge of the apparatus and tightened a buckle around it. “How does that feel?”
“Like I’m being pulled apart, Sir.”
“I want to ensure you don’t move. It’s safer for you that way. And it makes you even more aware of your submission to me.”
“It’s a spanking, Sir, not submission.”
“Thanks for the clarification.” He fastened her left leg in place. He looked at her for a moment. Her blonde tresses almost brushed the floor. He’d ensured the bindings were tight enough and that her limbs were spread far enough that her motions were constricted. Unless she safe worded, this woman was going to endure a real punishment at his hand. “Again, this isn’t going to be delivered in a way to arouse you. But if you do get turned on, I’ll be pleased.”
He picked up the tawse and brushed it across her back, then down her right side. She flinched. “Ticklish?”
“A little.”
Using a firmer touch, he brought it up her left side. This time, she moaned.
Damn, she was appealing. He moved the leather up the inside of her thighs.
“Oh, Sir!” Her legs quivered.
Determinedly, he pressed the edge against her clit.
As much as she was able to, she thrust her hips towards him. “Greedy sub.” He moved.
She swore.
He was sure she would have stamped her foot if she’d been able. She absolutely delighted him. “Tell me why you earned your punishment.”
It took her a few seconds to answer. “I didn’t keep my arms behind my back, Sir.”
“And how many strokes will you be taking from my tawse?”
Her body shook. “Nine, Sir. But I can assure you I’ve learnt my lesson. I asked to be tied for this one so that I can follow your orders perfectly.”
“Good. That will spare you another spanking before the night’s out.”
“Does anything dissuade you?”
“Never. I may delay a scene, but I never forget it.” He turned sideways and calculated the correct distance to stand. If he was spanking a sub with a tawse, he never reached. He delivered each blow forcefully but bluntly. “Let me know when you’re ready.”
“I’m ready, Sir.”
He struck her hard. She gasped and she strained against the bindings, but she didn’t raise her head, and she didn’t scream.
A gorgeous shade of red blazed across her skin in the wake of his spank. This taws
e was one of his favourites. The leather was well-conditioned, and it was perfect for someone new to his type of play. He crafted some with three or four strands, and he’d use them if he was asked to scene with a more experienced player, or with a recalcitrant male sub.
He repositioned himself so he could catch her just above the right knee.
She whimpered. “That fucking hurt, Sir.”
“Aren’t you glad you’re restrained?”
She nodded, but evidently remembered his rule, said, “Yes.”
He placed the third in the middle of the first two stripes, midway up her thigh. She barely pulled this time. “Good. Remember to breathe. Surrender, don’t fight.” The fourth spank landed just as precisely as the others had, this time above her left knee. Her leg flexed, but she inhaled. “Any guesses on the next one?”
“In the middle of my right thigh, Sir.”
He landed it perfectly.
She choked out a small protest.
He stepped back and traced the outline of each red mark with his fingertips.
Tension drained from her body, leaving her loose. “I’m going to finish you off without pause, all on your buttocks.”
“Yes, Sir,” she murmured.
“You’re doing okay?”
“It’s…”
He heard the sleepiness in her tone. As he’d wanted, she’d stopped the fight. He could continue for a long time without another fierce protest. Lord, she was sweet. If they had the opportunity to play ever again, there was no doubt he could take her to subspace. That was a rare treat with most subs, unheard of with most neophytes. “Please answer me, Julia.”
“Yes,” she said. “I’m ready for more.”
He moved to stand near her left hip. With efficiency born of experience, he gave her the remaining lashes in a rhythmic rush, each on top of the other.
She took his earlier advice and ceased the fight. Instead of pulling, she pressed her body more fully against the horse, allowing it to take her body weight and absorb his relentless blows.
When he was finished, she was breathing heavy and a fine sheen of perspiration dotted her back. Her skin bore his marks. He was totally aroused.
He placed the tawse on the horse before turning to her. He knelt in front of her and smoothed back her hair. Impulsively he kissed the top of her head.
“Sir?”
“Hmm?”