Chapter 17
Chapter Seventeen
Dean Anderson
“I ’ll see to her punishment.” Professor Matthew steps forward, his brown eyes glittering from behind his mask.
Normally, I’d be the first who steps up when it comes to punishing a wayward submissive, but right now, I want to keep as much of my attention as I can on Ashleigh. My cock twitches as her eyes widen, taking in the scene as Lia is strapped down to the cross, her body on display to The Society.
The first crack of the flogger against Lia’s body echoes through the room, sending a nearly audible hum through those watching the affair. Those used to these punishments flinch at the first one but settle as he continues to lay stroke after punishing stroke onto her back and ass. Ashleigh, however, jumps with each pound, each slap of leather against flesh.
Is she remembering the times I punished her in my office? One can only hope. I plan to do that and so much more to her once I am free from my obligations. She obviously wanted this, wanted me. It’s my turn to oblige.
Should I strap her to the cross and beat her ass with a flogger? Should I grab a paddle and wear her ass out? She didn’t seem fond of the cane, so that can always make another appearance.
Shaking my head, I force my attention back to the actual punishment happening and not the theoretical punishment playing out in my head. Ten lashes down and ten more to go. With each strike, Lia’s mournful count pours into the air as tears stream down her cheeks.
It should stir me.
It should make me as hard as a goddamn rock.
But it doesn’t.
Only the thought of Ashleigh bent over my desk, her schoolgirl skirt riding up as she takes my punishing hand, makes me so aroused I’m unable to think straight. God, what she does to me. Before now, my sense of duty and responsibility made it easy for me to stay away. Now that she’s in my lair, in my domain, this innocent little fae doesn’t stand a fucking chance.
“It is finished,” Professor Mathew cries out, pulling my head away from the thorn in my side, kneeling like a wolf in submissive clothing. “Is The Society satisfied?”
At least that was quick. The sooner we get this over with, the sooner I can claim my own prize.
“Seeing as the professor who caught her cheating is not here tonight, I say it is finished.” With a flick of my wrist, I motion for dominants in training to take her off of the cross and lie her on the bed. “Those who wish to initiate Lia may step forward.”
As with initiations in the past, those with bound submissives stay with their woman. They unbuckle their pants and stroke their cocks as they prepare to paint the throats or bodies of those they own with their seed. No matter. There are still more than enough dominants to coat little Miss Lia Harris in enough cum to let her know her place.
While the men step forward, I point to Ashleigh and motion for her to come forward. For a moment, she continues to kneel there, her eyes widening as she looks this way and that. Her delicate fingers tremble as she points a single digit at her chest, causing my cock to pulse hard behind the confines of my slacks.
The act is so innocent, so unwittingly na?ve, that my heart stops for a moment. Perfection. A blank canvas for me to sully. In that moment, all I can do is nod. I dare not trust myself with any other action.
She’s so dead set on finding us out, and if her search history is anything to go by, she’s more than curious. So, if she wants to play the role of a Society submissive, then she’s going to find out exactly what that entails. Whether or not she can pull it off remains to be seen.
As she rises from her pillow, somehow, she manages to lift herself with practiced ease, as if she’s done this for years. With each demure step, she does her best to act as if she belongs, playacting like she knows what she’s doing. Only I can see the hesitancy lurking in her questioning eyes.
For a moment, her steps falter, giving me time to run her dossier through my mind with rapid speed. Ashleigh Hartwell, eighteen, birthday March 21st. Fuck. that’s today. Scratch that. Nineteen. English major with a communications minor, and a thorough pain in my ass.
However, when she stands in front of me, the top of her head barely meeting my chin, all those thoughts fly out of my head. Her cloak conceals her, but can’t hide the curve of her ass or the swell of her breasts. How I long to remove her covering and fuck her right here for all to see? But then, they’d see her too, and for some damned reason, I feel too fucking possessive of her for that.
“Kneel, submissive.”
Every inch of her quivers as she stands before me, pausing as she looks around. “But there is no pillow.”
The other dominants stop for a moment and look over at us, no doubt shocked that she dare speak to me in such a way. Shit. I need to figure out how to fix this before she outs herself. If the others find out that we were so easily infiltrated, it will destroy everything I’ve built over the years.
“Brat seems to crave my punishing hand,” I joke, earning a smattering of easy laughs from them.
So far, none seem the wiser. However, I can’t help but notice how hard Doctor Andrew and Professor Richards stare at me. I’m sure they know something is up. I’ll probably have to tip my hand somehow, but not until we’re away from the others. They know well enough to leave it alone.
Snaking my hand out, I grip her arm and drag her forward. “Unless you want my cock up your ass while everyone watches, I suggest you keep your damn mouth shut and obey me without question,” I whisper against her ear. “You’re playing a very dangerous game right now. Obey me, and you might leave here unscathed. Unlikely, but there’s a chance.”
Her eyes widen when I pull away as something akin to actual fear shines in the depths. For once, she actually seems to understand what dire circumstances she’s in. As much as I want to take her in hand and punish her for putting herself and me into needless danger, I don’t want to actually harm her.
This time, when she sinks to her knees, she’s a bit more clumsy and unsure. I can’t help her. To do so would be to show she gets preferential treatment from me. It would put a target on both our backs, and I don’t wish to explain her presence until I have a firm handle on how to spin this.
As she lowers herself to the floor, I pull my robe behind me and unbuckle my belt. Her breath washes across the back of my knuckles in hot, harsh, haggard gasps. God, the things she does to me.
All I want is to be buried inside her, making her mine and mine alone. Unable to resist the feral sensations washing through me like acid, I allow a deep, guttural groan to slip past my lips as I wrench my pants and boxers from my hips. Never once do her eyes leave mine. They stay glued on me as her mouth opens ever so slightly.
“Suck me,” I growl, sliding my hand around to the back of her head as I draw her closer. “Worship my cock as the others paint our initiate with their cum.”
To her credit, she doesn’t put up a fuss. I can only hope this means she’s actually thinking about the consequences of her actions instead of just doing whatever she wants, devil may care. Because this time, the devil does care. And there will be hell to pay once this is all over.
A gust of warm air swirls around the tip of my cock as her lips open a bit wider to accommodate my girth. Again, her gaze flies up to mine, but I have no sympathy for the unease I see shining in those ice-blue depths. She should have thought about that before sticking her nose where it doesn’t belong.
“I grow impatient, submissive. Unless you’d rather pleasure another one of The Society’s Masters.”
I’m calling her bluff, to be sure. Because Heaven help if she actually chooses someone over me. I can’t let that happen. I won’t let that happen. She’s mine and mine alone.
The tight band around my heart loosens as she shakes her head and cranes her neck forward. How long have I been wanting this, dreaming about this? The moment she stepped foot into my office, demanding I start the Loftry Lantern. From that moment, I knew she needed to be under me, kneeling at my feet.
Her lips quiver as she wraps them around my cock. So inexperienced, so unsure. It’s very clear she doesn’t know what she’s doing.
Perfectly fine by me. I am, after all, an educator at heart. With a swift jerk, I pull back her hood to expose her gorgeous hair. Slowly, I ease my fingers over her scalp and curl into her roots.
I take care not to knock her mask off as I guide her head forward, impaling her mouth with my cock. All the while, she stares up at me like some lost fawn. The doe-eyed look nearly unmans me, urging me to cum inside her mouth at that innocent sight.
Fuck. Everything she does is erotic, even when she doesn’t mean to.
As I inch her further down my shaft, she swallows, making her mouth convulse around me in a way that has my balls drawing up and my eyes nearly crossing.
“Mind the teeth. Keep your jaw slack as you tighten your lips.” Quick study that she is, she obeys me instantly, wrapping her mouth around me as if it were made for this, made for me. “That’s a good girl. Now suck. Fuck me. Just like that,” I hiss as her tentative sucks draw a bead of precum to my tip.
Moans and groans fill the air in an erotic cacophony as others around me seek their pleasure. Normally, I’m up here, stroking myself as I bring the initiate into our fold, but not tonight. Not any other night if I have my way about it.
Feeling Ashleigh’s mouth quivering around me is far better than anything I could do for myself. Hell, it’s even better than a perfunctory act enacted by a willing submissive. And that difference is fundamental.
Now, I understand what Grigori killed for. Now, I understand James’s desperation as he called me from Scotland to claim his submissive. Now I understand what nearly drove Doctor Andrew to madness.
It goes far beyond lust. It’s like a primal instinct, a need to claim and make her mine. I want my mark upon her body in some way.
Tightening my grip, I pull her mouth away from my cock and hold her at an arm’s length. “Cloak off now,” I rasp as I slide my hand up and down my erection. “Let it fall to the floor. You won’t be needing it for a while.”
With the fabric puddling around her knees, I allow myself to look at her. A lacy designer bra wraps around her breasts, leaving very little to my imagination. Dusky nipples poke against the flimsy fabric, jutting out hard. Unfortunately, I can’t see between her thighs right now, but I’m sure she’s soaked.
Desperate little fae. Well, she won’t be so needy for that much longer.
Tipping my head back, I memorize the feel of her hair between my fingers, the way her soft gasp permeates the sexual haze surrounding us. It’s almost like an unspoken beg, a demand hanging in the air between us.
My balls tighten as my own need surges to the forefront. After tonight, I won’t take myself in hand again. I’ll make damn sure of that. She’ll be at my beck and call, whether she wants to or not.
It doesn’t take me long. Not with her panting beneath me, each breath matching my strokes. Each time I get down to the base of my shaft, her exhale washes over me, sending me further over the edge.
At the bed where the Lia lies, strapped down and waiting for the other members to initiate her into the fold, grunts of completion flood the room. One by one, they mark her, splashing their cum on her body, solidifying her place in our ranks.
With one final stroke, I grip the thick base of my shaft and point my tip toward Ashleigh’s breasts. Perfect spot as any. This time, it’s my turn to groan as cum shoots out and coats her pale skin.
Pleasure surges through me as I continue to run my hand up and down my shaft until every bit is on her, showing everyone she’s mine. At least for this evening, as far as they’re concerned.
The poor girl continues to kneel there, her mouth agape as she looks between me and her chest. Honestly, if the situation weren’t so dire, I’d find all of this absolutely hysterical. Unfortunately, until she’s officially mine in front of everyone, I don’t have the luxury of letting my guard down that way.
“Up.”
Though I can’t fully read her face, I can feel the disappointment wafting off her from all the way down there. But then, I’m not entirely sure what she expected after worming her way in here—a parade?
Reaching down, I grab her cloak and take her over to Luke and Shelaine. She kneels there on all fours as he runs his hand over her back. Hopefully, he’s finished, and I’m not interrupting things. When he sees me, he pats her on the ass and eases himself out, not giving a damn that his cum drips onto the floor.
“Something wrong?”
“I am in need of your submissive.” His eyes narrow for a moment as he takes a step forward, his muscles bunched as if prepared to fight all of us for his bride. “Not in a sexual way,” I quickly amend, silently cursing myself. “No male will touch her. You have my guarantee.” Once he relaxes, I bring Ashleigh from behind me and drape the cloak back around her shoulders. “I need her to stay with this one until I’m ready for her. Careful. She’s a flight risk.”
As much as I hate the idea of leaving her alone, I can’t have any more distractions. Better I leave her with someone she already knows than someone who might scare her even more, or worse, give her more ammo than she already has.
“Oh, and Shelaine. Impress upon her just how royally she fucked up.”