Destined for the Dom (Masters of Submission, #2)(24)
When he slipped off his leather waistcoat, Zo? felt a knot of tension tighten in her womb. Hunter looked magnificent. The tattoos crisscrossing his arms and drifting across his well-developed chest sent her libido into overdrive. She couldn’t help but lick her lips at the power in his limbs. Hands on hips, he strode over to Master Cole. She guessed they were discussing how to administer the punishment.
A little stunned that it would actually happen, she turned to Jessica standing silently beside her. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, making sure she kept her voice low so the Masters couldn’t hear.
“Don’t worry, sweetie. I like a good spanking. It helps rev the engine for later on.” Jessica smiled at her obvious ignorance in all matters to do with a D/s lifestyle. “I’m guessing you’ll like it, too.”
Zo?’s head snapped to attention as Hunter dragged two hard-backed wooden chairs into position. They reminded her of the chairs she would sit on as a child at school. They were placed at a forty-five-degree angle to each other, and faced the front of the set. He sat down on one of them, and then sternly beckoned her over. “Come here.” He stared up into her eyes, as she stood trembling in front of him. “Now lift up your skirt, and hold it above your waist.”
“Yes, Master Hunter.” She figured it was wise to feed his ego by being compliant. Zo? knew better than to question his authority. Besides, her whole being wanted his discipline. Like some crazy path she’d ventured on, there was no going back. Club members started to gather around, waiting for the scene to begin.
When she lifted her skirt above her waist and held it there, Hunter unceremoniously yanked down her panties, leaving them at her knees.
Her Master looked in his element, and was in complete control of the situation. “Put your arms behind your back, like this.” He demonstrated what was required of her. When she did as he commanded, Hunter secured her wrists together with a pair of steel handcuffs. She heard them lock in position behind her back, and knew her fate was sealed. Immediately her legs started shaking uncontrollably beneath her.
He took hold of her shoulders and roughly pulled her across his knees. “Lie there and don’t move, little sub. If you are disobedient, you will be punished even more severely.”
Zo? held her breath and lay motionless across his knees, her head almost touching the floor, her bare butt rising high in the air. She was surprised when Hunter tenderly stroked her hair. “Remember you have a safeword.” His gentle words made her realize that he cared deeply for her.
When Zo? turned her head, she saw a mirror image of her predicament. Jessica lay prostrate across Master Cole’s knees, awaiting her punishment. She had her wrists handcuffed behind her back, too, only she was completely naked. Zo? breathed a sigh of relief that at least she kept her clothes on, albeit rearranged. She figured as a novice sub, that Hunter was being lenient with her.
The gathering crowd was becoming larger, eagerly waiting for the spectacle to unfold. She shivered, knowing her naked ass was exposed for all to see.
Master Cole began speaking. “As you can see, we have two wayward subs that require correction. It’s important that before you start, you make sure your sub is comfortable. When you’re satisfied, you may begin.”
When she looked across, Master Cole had raised his hand high above Jessica’s butt, and she knew Hunter must be doing exactly the same thing. Zo? closed her eyes afraid to look any longer for fear of what she might see.
The first slap stung heavily across her left buttock. Pain sliced through her, followed by a large dose of heat. When she looked across the stage, Jessica smiled and winked at her, making her feel like she wasn’t doing this all on her own. She forced a smile back, only to have it wiped from her face when another stinging slap painfully impacted her right buttock.
Tears immediately welled in her eyes as Hunter administered a third eye-watering slap, this time low on her ass, painfully catching the tops of her thighs. The heat in her reddened butt cheeks spread toward her *, making her feel sexually aroused. Surely this wasn’t supposed to happen? Pain shouldn’t turn her on.
When he disciplined her again, the force of his slap made her body slide over his knees, making her clit rub deliciously against his leather jeans. An intense sexual moan escaped her lips. Dear God, what’s happening to me?
Master Cole continued his demonstration. “As you can see, both subs have become highly aroused by their spanking. If you’re feeling particularly benevolent, you can slide a hand under their belly and finger their clit.”
A gasp left Zo?’s lips as Hunter did exactly that. The fact that this powerful man completely controlled her, made her writhe and buck over his knees. When his finger teased her clit, she held her breath, waiting for the fifth and final slap. The physical and emotional intensity of the moment made everything feel magnified. Pleasure mixed with pain felt so incredibly forbidden and erotic. Its power was overwhelming and intoxicating. Just knowing that the large crowd was enjoying it as much as she only added to her pleasure. Inconceivable sexual well-being pulsed through her as Hunter’s final deterrent noisily made contact with her tender, stinging butt, sending her headlong into climax.
By biting firmly down on her lower lip, and squeezing her eyes tightly shut, she just managed to keep herself from moaning out loud. Oh, Lordy, Hunter must have realized what was happening, because she twisted and turned on his lap, her engorged clit pulsing against his fingertip.