Chapter Six
Iwas still feeling a little shocked with Perry’s admission that he was interested in continuing with me.
He was still holding my hand as we walked towards the sign-in desk where Sam was standing handing out colour-coded bands to members as they came into the club, and keys and sign in sheets to those heading towards private playrooms.
“Room six is freshly clean and ready to go.” Sam held out the key on the large fob. “If you need us for anything, there are a couple of call buttons. Have fun, you two.” Sam gave me a cheeky wink, and I fought not to smile back.
This was really happening. The demonstration scene had been a taster of what I had been missing for so long. I was ashamed of how I had doubted Perry’s abilities as a Dom. I was no different from those subs who’d mocked me for being an older sub.
As Perry led us towards the back hallway that led to the playrooms, I felt like I had to say something.
I tugged gently on Perry's hand, getting his attention. While he’d not put me back on speech restrictions, I still found myself wanting his permission before I spoke.
It was amazing how a simple rule could settle my brain.
Being told I couldn’t speak just made things more quiet in my head somehow.
I know Mouse said it was the opposite for him.
His mind wandered too much if he couldn’t put voice to his thoughts and feelings.
It went to prove that kink was not a one-size-fits-all.
Mouse found release in pain at a level I couldn’t, but I found my inner calm and peace in acts of submission.
Having a Dominant praise me made me flush and want to fly but, like Mouse, my brat craved chaos.
Sadly, I’d yet to find a Dom who could happily handle both.
Maybe Perry could, but I didn’t want to put too much stock into what we were doing that night.
As far as I was concerned, the extended scene was a Band-Aid and not a permanent fix, no matter what Perry said about us doing it again.
I had no doubts that he would eventually find a younger, more energetic sub to make his own.
I lifted my gaze from the floor to look into Perry's blue eyes. “Is something wrong Princess?” Gah, that pet name was going to be my undoing. The way he said it, he made me want to think of things beyond that night.
“Nothing's wrong, Sir, I just wanted to say I’m sorry.” Those words were easier to say than I thought they would be, and the small part of me which expected Perry to gloat at them was sadly disappointed. Instead, a whimper slipped out when Perry's hand came up to gently cup my cheek.
“Thank you for that, Cullen, but I suspect this is about more than just you not letting me know your knees were hurting.”
I felt heat creep up my cheeks, and I shook my head, trying to stop the flush of embarrassment from creeping higher, a fool's errand of course. “No, it’s not that, Sir, and I know the spanking you have planned will help remind me to not do that again.” I chuckled nervously.
“I, um—” I could be honest with him like he was with me.
“I didn’t think you were going to be the sort of Dom that could handle me, but I was wrong.
You’ve been amazing tonight.” I looked away from Perry, but his hand on my cheek wouldn’t let me.
“I wish I’d been a better sub for you—” I was brought up short by Perry placing a finger to my lips.
“We agreed tonight you would be mine.” Perry’s tone was darker and more forceful than I’d heard during the night. I nodded, agreeing, not sure what he was getting at. His fingers had moved from my lips to grip my chin, his focus entirely centred on me.
“Yes, Sir.”
“I will not have my property spoken badly of.” He arched a light blond brow. “I think that might earn an additional few spanks of that sexy arse.”
Extra spanks noted, but he thinks my arse is sexy.
I knew I looked like a shocked fish with the way I was gaping, but Perry didn’t seem to mind as he gently shook my chin, then let go.
“How are your knees feeling right now? And remember to answer me honestly.”
I bent my knees slowly and smiled. “They feel pretty good, Sir. I’m sure the pain was just from it being a while since I last knelt. I promise.”
“Good boy. Remember, Princess, you can use your safe word at any time. Now, follow me.” Excitement and nerves were battling it out and I wasn’t sure which would win.
Lifting my head slightly, I saw Aiden standing to one side talking to Cal.
He nodded when he saw me but didn’t approach.
I was sure I was going to get a call the next day, with him wanting to know everything.
I didn’t wave or even smile, but he knew I’d seen him. I turned back to look at Perry's back and followed him towards the corridor where the private rooms were.
The private room Perry led us to was set up like a posh sitting room with a large wingback chair and fancy ottoman large enough that a sub could be bent over it and fucked, or be a place where a sub could kneel and present him or herself to their master.
There was a large bed taking up a significant portion of the room, and I knew there were numerous tie points all over the bed frame, though I had yet to enjoy it for myself.
Sir led me to the ottoman and had me kneel upon it.
I sat with my back straight and my palms resting open on my thighs and let out a slow breath then breathed in.
I could smell the faint scent of furniture polish and leather, and underneath it all the unmistakable smell of sex.
I felt a familiar excitement rise, and I smiled, letting myself get caught up in the moment.
How long had it been since I’d felt the sting of a hand on my arse?
Hell, how long had it been since I’d been touched?
I shivered when I felt Perry's hand touch my back lightly, then it was gone, and he was standing in front of me looking stern and masterly.
His gaze was intense, and I was torn between dropping my eyes and holding his gaze.
Before I could decide either way, Perry reached out to cup my chin in his fingers.
“Do you understand why you are being punished tonight, Cullen?” Perry’s firm tone flowed over me, calming nerves I didn’t know I had.
“Yes, Sir.”
“And why is that, Princess?”
“I didn’t inform you that my knees were hurting beyond an acceptable amount.”
“Correct and what else?” Perry's fingers moved from cupping my chin to stroking my beard in soft strokes. Part of me wanted to sass, to have some sort of bratty comment but the other side, dying for physical touch, wanted to purr at his soft touches.
“I’m not sure.” I blinked, trying to remember, then it struck me. “I put myself down.”
“Good boy. Now, I want you to stand and walk over to the bed. When I give a spanking, I like to feel bare skin, but that is up to you. I’m more than happy if you prefer to keep your underwear on.
” Thank fuck for the tight leather of my shorts or my cock would be up and cheering like a Man U fan on match day.
Bloody hell, Perry was managing to hit every one of my kinky needs without even trying.
“Bare please, Sir.” I couldn’t verbalise just how much I needed this.
Hell, I hadn’t realised how badly I needed it until that very moment.
The solid ache I held close to my chest had lessened.
I didn't want to think too closely about what it could mean for me and my thoughts about Perry.
In that moment, though, he was the Master I needed.
Perry sat on the edge of the bed and watched as I pulled my leather shorts down. I left my harness on as I knew it wouldn’t be getting in the way. Perry's eyes were unguarded as he gave me an appreciative glance and smiled slightly.
“You really have been holding out on me. Such a sexy man.” I looked into Perry’s eyes and caught my breath. It had been a long time since someone had looked at me like that.
“Thank you, Sir. I’m happy you find my appearance pleasing.” I curled my toes into the soft rug beneath them as I stood still and let Master inspect me. I was thinking of him as Master again. It felt good and right, even if it was only for the night.
Perry hummed and beckoned me forward. “Come here. Princess. Time for your punishment.” Perry had positioned himself so he was mostly on the bed, allowing me to drape myself over his lap and not put strain on my knees. He was showing more consideration for me than many Doms had in the past.
Perry took my hand, then guided me over his lap. I startled slightly when I felt his hands move over my back and arse at first, but then settled down waiting for the first stinging slap.
“Are you ready, Princess?”
“Yes, Sir.” I fought the urge to clutch the bedcovers in nervousness and lost the fight when Master laid down the first slap to the meat of my arse. Holy shit that stung. I didn’t have enough time before the next slap came down on my other arse cheek.
“You are being so good for me, Princess, your arse is going to glow by the time I’m finished.” Princess, I liked that he called me that, but the thought ran off with the rest as he continued to heap praise and lay down smacks that had me begging for more and pleading that I would be good.
“You were perfect for me today, Cullen. You looked so perfect, I could tell how jealous those other Doms were of me.”
I couldn’t hold back the snort, which earned me a sound slap to my arse.