Destined for the Dom (Masters of Submission, #2)(23)

“Forced orgasm. It becomes very painful after a while.”

“I’ll bet.” Zo?’s hands became agitated as the woman’s screams quite literally came and went.

Hunter decided now was the time to play his ace. He turned the power on her clit butterfly to maximum, and waited. Zo? smiled serenely, rather like the Mona Lisa—now he’d always thought Mona had a little secret she was hiding from Leonardo da Vinci—with the juice turned up to maximum, she should be climbing the walls with sexual pleasure. So why wasn’t she responding?

Hunter leaned down and whispered in her ear, “Come with me, little sub. Things aren’t quite as they should be.” He pulled her over to the side of the room, and smoothed his hands down her hips. He couldn’t feel the telltale elastic holding the device in place.

“Have you anything to tell me?” He was giving her a chance.

Zo? shook her head, looking distinctly uneasy. “No. Can we go home now?”

Hunter placed two fingers under her chin, and angled her face to his. Soulful green eyes stared back at him. “I’ll ask you just one more time. Have you anything to tell me?”

“Um, I really need to go to the restroom.”

“You don’t go anywhere without my permission.”

Hunter raised her skirt and slid his hand inside her panties. He touched the soft, freshly shaved mound of her *. The clitoral butterfly had disappeared. “Naughty, my sub, very naughty.” He raised his hand, smoothing his fingers up her belly, until he found what he was looking for. “This shouldn’t be here. This should be against your sexy little clit.”

Zo?’s lower lip quivered. “Please let me explain, Hunter. I was going to put it back before you found out.”

“You’ve disobeyed me. That is not acceptable.”

“But, Hunter—I was frightened of having a climax in public.”

“I see.” He could understand her motive, but that was not how things worked in a D/s relationship. “You should have come to me, and voiced your concerns.”


“But, you were busy talking to Master Cole.”

“Hmm, and you were busy talking to Jessica.” Thick as thieves they’d been huddled together, and then Zo? had asked his permission to go to the restroom. He’d trustingly believed her reasons to be totally innocent. After that, all he’d heard from them had been girlish giggles and incessant chatter. Hunter knowingly raised an eyebrow. “I’ll wager that Jessica put you up to this. After all, she’s a far more experienced sub than you are.”

Zo? submissively bowed her head, and shuffled from one foot to the other. She looked increasingly worried. “Please believe me, Hunter, Jessica had nothing to do with this.”

“We’ll see.” Hunter unceremoniously grabbed hold of Zo?’s hand, and pulled her across to where Cole and Jessica were preparing for a scene.

“Can I have a word, Cole.”

Zo? looked mortified. Her eyes were huge, making him feel sure he was on the right track.

“Yeah, sure, Hunter. What is it?”

“I think Jessica may have been leading my new sub astray. Perhaps some correction is required, so it doesn’t happen again.”

Zo? burst in. “No, no. I’ve already told you, it wasn’t her. I’m the one that should be punished.” She looked across at Jessica. “It was all my fault. She had nothing to do with it.”

Hunter felt amusement, tinged with a little anger. It was time to show his sub how a Dom acted. “How dare you speak without my permission.” Zo? immediately stopped talking and lowered her gaze from his.

Jessica stepped forward, wiping perspiring palms on the back of her tight, leather pants. “May I have permission to speak, Sir?”

Cole waved his hand. “You may, my pet.”

“It was my idea. Zo?’s new to this sort of thing, and I wanted to help her out. If anyone should be punished, it’s me. I’m to blame.”

Cole folded his arms across his bare chest, and studied the frightened women in front of him. He had an air of power that came from being an experienced Dom. “Hunter, you’re right. I think a little correction is required here. Perhaps we could kill two birds with one stone, by spanking both of these disobedient subs together. A deterrent is clearly needed.”

“Excellent idea, Cole. I concur.”

Zo? opened and closed her mouth several times, before finally managing to get her words out. “You mean you’re going to punish us both in front of everyone?”

Hunter stared at Zo? for several seconds. Now was the time to keep the initiative. She had to learn what it meant to be his sub. “At the moment you have amassed five spanks. If you question my absolute authority once more, I will make it ten.”





Chapter Twelve




Zo?’s stomach muscles clenched with a combination of fear and desire. To be at Hunter’s mercy turned her on more than she could ever have imagined. The dark hint of dominance in his clear blue eyes, and the way he held himself, all conspired to make her want him even more.

For the last twelve years she’d been her own woman. Made her own decisions—even if on occasion they’d been downright irresponsible. At least she couldn’t blame anyone else but herself. Perhaps that was why she wanted Hunter to take control. No, scratch that. She literally ached for Hunter to take control. There was a primal desire deep down in her psyche, which needed to be satisfied.