Virtuous(73)

“Don’t come,” I say harshly. “I own your orgasm, and I say when.”

“Flynn…”

“That’s not my name here.”

“Sir… Please… Let me come.”

“Not until I say you can.”

All around us, everything has come to a halt in the club, and we are the main attraction. I want her to see that, so I order her to open her eyes and look around. When she realizes everyone is watching me f*ck her ass with my fingers while I deny her orgasm, her entire body flushes with heat. “Does my baby like to be watched?”

“No.”

“Are you lying to me?”

She squirms, trying to dislodge my fingers. I press them deeper and her back arches in response. “No.”

I drag my free hand between her legs, where she is fairly dripping. “I’ve discovered evidence that says otherwise.”

Natalie shudders from the need to come, a need I won’t let her give in to until I’m good and ready.

“Do you know what happens to bad girls who lie to their Doms?”

“No,” she says on a whimper.

“They get their sweet asses spanked until they’re so red and rosy that they can’t sit for a week without remembering how they got so sore.” My words bring a new rush of moisture from her *. “Mmm, the thought of that turns you on, too, doesn’t it?”

“No!”

I slap her ass—hard—drawing a sharp cry from her and another gush from between her legs. God, she’s perfect. She responds to me like no one else ever has. I pull my fingers back, almost to the point of removing them. Natalie holds her breath while she waits to see what I’ll do. I don’t leave her hanging for long. I drive them back into her and suck on her clit at the same time, sending her into a screaming orgasm that has her ass clamping down hard on my fingers.

I can’t wait to feel that hard clamp around my cock.

“I don’t recall giving you permission to come,” I say as she floats back to reality after the scorching release. “You know what that means, don’t you?”

She licks lips gone dry. “No. What?”

“It means you must be punished for your bad behavior.” I pull my fingers free of her ass so quickly, she gasps. After I wipe my hand clean with a towel, I reach for one of the jeweled clamps that sits on my tray. Bending over her, I lick and suck her left nipple until it is standing up tall and proud and then affix the clamp before she has time to process what I plan to do.

She screams from the pinch of the clamp.

I give her other breast the same treatment and then wipe away her tears. “Do you need your safe word, sweetheart?”

She bites her lip and shakes her head. She’s so brave and willing, the woman of my dreams. The one I thought I’d never be lucky enough to find. I love her more than life itself.

“Turn over.” When she complies with my demand, moving carefully so as not to test the clamps, I arrange her so her feet are on the floor and her upper body is bent over the table. My hand finds her ass cheek and squeezes, testing her pliability.

Her head falls to the cushion of her arms as her legs continue to tremble.

I deliver a sharp spank to her lower left cheek, right where her leg meets her bottom.

Other than a sharp intake of breath and the quiver of her bottom cheeks, she doesn’t react. I do it again on the other side, waiting all the while for the safe word that doesn’t come. I spank her until both cheeks are rosy red and then rub them until the heat from her ass spreads to the rest of her body.

Separating her cheeks, I home in on her anus, which still glistens from the lube I applied earlier. I reach for the plug I’ve chosen for her and press it against her entrance. It’s big, but it has nothing on me, and I want to prepare her to take me. Eventually.

“God, Flynn… I can’t.”

“What do you call me here?”

“Sir… Please, sir… I can’t take that.”

“Yes, you can.”

“No.”

“Do I hear your safe word, Natalie?”

When she remains stubbornly silent, I smile with satisfaction and continue to work the plug into her, all the while rubbing the heated skin on her ass and making her squirm.

“This is the biggest part,” I tell her. “Push out and let it in.”

“I can’t.”

I deliver another sharp slap to her left cheek, and she immediately yields to the plug, crying out as it settles into place.