Chapter 13
PIERCE
“Do I have to spank you in front of everyone in this room? Get in the position.” I’m hard as a fucking rock already. Seeing her watch other submissives embracing their kink on this floor is hot as hell. I’m not particularly fond of her observing other Doms, but it comes with the territory. Eventually, six months from now, she’ll go off and find a forever Dom who can give her what she wants for the future. Until then, I will make her mine in every way I can.
She drops to her knees, resting on her heels as she gazes at the floor. It’s not ideal since I have no ropes to restrain her arms, but she looks hot as fuck right now. Everyone in this room can see her submit to me, and I want to rip her clothes off and claim her as mine.
I didn’t realize she was friends with Celest. She stands, mouth agape, as Freya sits in the position. Celest dips her head in acknowledgment. “Good evening, Master Harrison.”
“Are you the reason my little one is engaging in voyeurism without permission?”
Her cheeks flush. “Yes, Master Harrison. I’m sorry. I meant no disrespect.”
“Where is your Dom? ”
“I… don’t have one. I recently ended my contract.” There’s something in her eyes—a sadness—but she quickly schools her expression.
“Fine, then you won’t have a problem kneeling beside your friend as punishment for leading her astray.” She doesn’t even attempt to fight me on it, instead falling to her knees beside Freya.
I derive no sexual gratification from Celest’s submission, but I’m a teacher at heart, and she needs to learn that my little one is not permitted to engage in any behaviors at this club without me. If she wants to watch people fuck, I’ll be on my knees licking her cunt while she does it. If she wants to participate, then I’m happy to have her drop to her knees and suck my dick while the whole goddamn club watches her greedily swallow my erection.
I pace around them, coming to a stop in front of Freya. “Did I give you permission to look at another man’s dick?”
Her chest’s rapid rise and fall betray her attempt at playing this aloof. “I’m not your submissive anymore.” There’s no conviction in her voice, but it smarts just the same.
“Like hell, you aren’t. If you want out of our contract, then we will sit down and discuss it. Understood?”
“No.” Her gaze lifts to mine. “I told you I’m done.”
“And yet here you are on your knees at my command. I know you want me, little one. Your body doesn’t lie. Tell me, if I slipped my hand into your panties right now, would you be wet?”
She doesn’t answer.
I wait her out, knowing the answer all too well.
“Yes… Daddy.”
I reach down, ghosting the back of my hand down her cheek, her skin like velvet. “You are not permitted to enter this floor without my say-so. Do you want to be punished in front of everyone?” My dick twitches at the thought, but who am I kidding? It would be for my pleasure rather than her punishment.
“Yes, Daddy.” Fuck me .
“Stand up, little one.” She does as she’s told, her friend remaining on her knees. “You, too, Celest.” She obeys.
Freya suddenly looks concerned, her brash dismissal of moments ago lost on her lips as her eyes flit between her friend and me. Does she think I’m going to fuck another submissive?
“Celest, you will undress my little one. I want her completely naked.”
“ Daddy! ” Freya tries to protest, but her cheeks are flush with arousal, and I know her panties will be soaking wet when her friend removes them. If she wants to be on the voyeur floor, then I’ll teach her a lesson.
“Do you have something to say, little one? I asked you if you wanted your punishment here. You said yes . Don’t tell me that was all bravado. You will learn that I don’t respond well to bratty behavior. Now, are you going to take your punishment like a good little girl or not?”
She lowers her head. “May I ask a question first? Please, Daddy.”
“Only because you addressed me so nicely.”
“Will I have to share you this evening?” I already know she’s a smart woman. Training to be a neurosurgeon isn’t for the dimwitted.
“Are you asking if I’m going to fuck your friend?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“The answer is no. But, I will have her undress you and keep count for me as I bend you over my knee and spank you for coming up here tonight.”
I look to Celest. “Would you be so kind as to strip your friend and keep count of her spanking? She needs to understand that I will take her anywhere, anytime, and with whoever I please watching.”
“Yes, Master Harrison.” Her breaths are ragged as she looks to her friend for a sign that she consents to this. Freya gives a small nod, and I’m ready to shoot my load.
“Follow me.” I walk to the center of the room, where an oversized wingback chair is unoccupied, and sit.
When they are both before me, Celest speaks up. “Where would you like me to begin, Master Harrison?”
“I want to feast my eyes on her ample breasts.”
“Yes, Master Harrison. ”
As she moves to unbutton Freya’s blouse, I hold my little one’s gaze. “You can say your safeword at any time.”
“Yes, Daddy.” Her voice shakes as her friend slowly undresses her.
“Good girl.” I watch, enthralled, as first her blouse is discarded on the floor, then Celest unclasps Freya’s bra and pushes it off her shoulders, letting it fall. Her nipples are already tightly budded as the air kisses them, on display for all to see.
“What next, Master Harrison?”
“Lose the heels and strip her down to her panties.” I’m transfixed by the look of unbridled arousal on her face as she lets her friend tug down her skirt until all that’s left is a scrap of lace to maintain an ounce of modesty.
When I take in the sight of Freya in nothing but her panties, my dick aches to be inside her once more. Technically, I told her I wouldn’t fuck her until I knew who she was. She didn’t tell me, but the cat is out of the bag now.
Celest’s hand trails up Freya’s leg, but she stops dead in her tracks at my command. “Nobody touches what’s mine. You’ve relieved her of her clothes, now you can stand back and watch as I spank her pretty little ass, or you can touch yourself as I make your friend scream in pleasure and pain.”
Freya’s gaze meets mine, trepidation and excitement at war in her expression.
“I wish only to do what Freya is comfortable with, Master Harrison.”
“Then ask her. You may address her as Master Harrison’s little one. In this room, at this moment, she is not your friend. Only a fellow submissive.”
She turns to Freya. “Would you like me to watch your punishment, Master Harrison’s little one, or would you like me to touch myself as you receive your spanking?”
I know what Celest wants to do. It’s written all over her face and in the way she presses her thighs together.
Freya looks to me for permission, which I give with a curt nod. This has to be on her terms .
“I would like you to… touch yourself.” This woman is going to wreck me. I can already feel it.
“Very well. Now, come here, little one.” I beckon for her to stand right in front of my chair.
When she’s mere inches from me, I look around her at Celest.
“Master Harrison, may I remove my clothes?”
“Yes.” It doesn’t matter to me if she’s naked or not. My eyes will be fixed on my little one, but I think she’ll get a kick out of seeing the full show from her friend. The fact that she asked her to touch herself is a big step forward for my girl. She’s slowly learning to ask for what she wants.
“Thank you.”
I turn my attention back to Freya. “Would you like to watch your friend strip before I put you over my knee?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she whispers, her breaths shallow and rapid. She must be soaked.
“You can watch her if you hand me your panties. Otherwise, you can go over my knee now and miss the show she’s about to give you.”
She hesitates, staring me down. She’s as pissed off as she is turned on right now. The spark in her eyes becomes a blazing inferno. Freya has avoided making contact for days. She came here without me and was planning to spend the night here on the voyeur floor. I’m the one who should be pissed.
Without another word, she slips her fingers under the sides of her panties and shimmies out of them, devastatingly beautiful as she gives herself over to the club. To me. Suddenly, the room is empty, everyone else fading away as I take in the sight before me.
This isn’t how I imagined Freya submitting to me for the first time without her mask, but I’m so fucking proud of her right now. I know this isn’t easy for her, and considering she hasn’t spoken to me since I revealed myself as her attending, I’m aware of how much faith she’s putting in me tonight.
“You are stunning, little one,” I growl.
“Thank you, Daddy. May I watch Celest now?”
“Yes, but you can watch her as you lie across my knees. She has to count every spank.” Her breath catches as she steps to my side. I offer my hand to steady her as she gets into position across my lap, her ass presented and ready to be spanked.
Running my hand over her cheeks, I delight in the way she trembles beneath my touch.
“May I look now, Daddy?”
“Yes, little one. Watch her strip down the way she did you.”
She tilts her head, her breathing labored as she focuses on Celest. Her friend grips the hem of her dress, pulls it over her head, and casts it to the floor, her eyes on Freya. Standing in her bra and panties, she diverts her gaze to me. “Is this to your liking, Master Harrison?”
“It is not me who desires to see your body this evening. That is a question for my little one.”
I give Freya’s ass a short, sharp slap. “Answer her.”
“Take off your underwear.” My little one is bold tonight, though her voice wavers as she chokes out the words.
Celest meets her gaze, nodding in agreement. As my good little sub watches intently, I slide my hand between her legs, feeling how wet she is.
“Are you aroused at the thought of seeing your friend’s pussy as wet as yours?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she breathes out.
Celest slips her underwear off before taking a seat in the chair across from us, opening her legs wide for Freya to see her cunt, slick with arousal.
“You will receive ten spanks for coming to the voyeur floor without permission. Do you understand, little one?”
“Yes, Daddy.” Fuck. Every time she calls me that, my dick is harder than steel.
I speak so only she can hear me. “You are fucking resplendent, little one, and so wet. Do you like seeing your friend’s naked body?”
“Yes, Daddy.” When we’re done here, I’m going to fuck her so hard she won’t be able to walk tomorrow.
“Now, watch as she pleasures herself, and take your punishment like a good little girl. ”
Celest caresses her breasts before letting her hand stray down between her legs, and my little one can’t take her eyes off her. “Yes… Daddy.”
I administer the first spank, delighting in the way Freya’s body tenses and her legs part.
“Count, Celest.” I bark the order.
“One, Master Harrison.”
“You may address my little one as you count.” I’ve never had a problem being addressed by multiple subs at one time. In fact, I’ve welcomed it. But with Freya, it feels different.
I land the second slap, her ass turning a light shade of pink.
“Two… little one.” Celest continues to tease herself.
Freya squirms in my lap, trying to ease the ache I know is growing between her thighs.
Another spank and my girl starts to writhe against me.
“Spread your legs, little one.” She does as I ask, and the next slap connects with her cunt. “Oh, you’re so wet. So greedy for release. Do you want my dick? Or is it Celest’s pussy you crave right now?”
She doesn’t answer immediately, transfixed by her friend as she shouts, “Three, little one.”
“Answer me.”
“I… want your dick, Daddy.”
“And yet you hesitate.” Another spank. Celest continues to count as she presses two fingers into her pussy, writhing on the chair with her eyes fixed on Freya and me.
Another, and another, and another. “Seven, little one.” I can see Celest is on the brink of orgasm, but I have other ideas.
“Celest, do not come until I grant you permission.”
“Yes, Master Harrison.” Her voice drips with desire while my little one grows wetter by the second.
Three slaps to go, and I know exactly where I’m going to focus my attention. Freya has been on the edge since she took off her underwear and bared herself to everyone in this room. We’re drawing quite the crowd now, people forming a circle around the two chairs and two submissives currently answering to me .
If Freya so much as brushes my dick the wrong way right now, I’ll come. It is so fucking hot watching her as she marvels at her friend’s blatant, unapologetic pleasure.
“Eight, little one.” Celest moans as her fingers pick up pace.
“That’s it, little one, almost there. Are you ready to come for me?” Freya’s soft mewls are all the confirmation I need. I bring my palm down on her cunt, the sting sending a shockwave of desire ricocheting through her into me.
“Nine, little one.”
“Good girl. Now, are you ready to come when I give your friend the go-ahead?”
“Yes, Daddy. Yes! ”
“Come for her, Celest. Let my little one see you come undone because of her.”
I lean down, pressing my lips to the shell of Freya’s ear, whispering so only she can hear. “Come for me, little one, but don’t you dare take your eyes off Celest. See how beautiful she is as she falls apart. You did that to her. Come for me . Now.”
As my hand connects with Freya’s pussy one last time, Celest is screaming her release.
“Ten, little one. Oh fuck… yes…” She throws her head back, half the room watching intently.
Freya convulses over my lap as she finds release, but my name on her lips is what sends me over the edge. “Yes… Daddy. Oh God, yes, Daddy!”
I quickly maneuver her, limp in my arms, a soft sheen of sweat covering her entire body.
“Unzip my fly, little one. You’re about to ride my dick for everyone in this room to see what you do to me.” Without question, she unleashes my achingly hard dick and positions the tip at her entrance.
I slam her down onto my lap, impaling her with one harsh, mind-altering thrust. She’s so fucking tight, and there’s only one thought on my mind. She’s mine.
“Good girl. Take every hard inch of my dick.”
The building crowd is silent. If it weren’t for the ambient music in the background, you’d be able to hear a pin drop, everyone mesmerized by my girl, and I can’t blame them. She’s in her element, free as a bird and soaring high on the wings of release.
“Daddy…”
“You’re okay, little one. Let go and show them what’s mine.”
She moans in reply.
So lost in Freya, it takes me a moment to realize Celest is naked at my side.
“May I kiss her, Master Harrison?”
“Her lips are mine,” I groan as my girl continues to ride me like no one is watching.
I brush the hair from Freya’s shoulder, burying my face in her neck. “Do you want Celest to kiss you? Not your lips. Those are for me.”
“I… I want… want…”
“Get up, little one. Turn and face the other way and take my dick like a good little girl.” She’s quick to reposition herself, greedy for my dick once more. With her back to my chest, I spread her legs as wide as they’ll go. “Chest out.” She’s so responsive and such a good little girl for Daddy.
“What do you want me to do, Master Harrison’s little one?” Celest now stands before Freya, still unashamedly naked.
My little one tenses in my arms, and I know she’s too shy to ask, even after everything we’ve done tonight.
“I will allow you to kiss her breasts while I bring her to orgasm. I want you to bite her nipples until she feels the sting as my dick splits her in two.”
“Yes, Master Harrison.”
“Her mouth and her cunt are off limits. She belongs to me.”
“Yes, Daddy,” Freya interjects, panting as she continues to circle her hips with my dick deep inside her, seated to the hilt.
Celest reaches forward, cupping Freya’s ample breasts, heavy with arousal as her friend leans in, pressing her lips to my little one’s wickedly sinful curves. Freya’s head drops back against my chest, every thrust of her hips hitting the spot. It takes everything in me to delay my gratification. I’m hard as a rock and aching to come, but this isn’t about me.
With the masks gone and the truth out, Freya is a vision of blissful sensuality as she gives herself over to the pleasure being wrung from her body by Celest and me.
I’d be lying if I said it didn’t turn me on to see another woman sucking on my little one’s breasts. I watch enraptured as Freya pushes her chest forward, leaning into her friend’s caress. She reaches one arm behind my neck, anchoring herself as she continues to thrust. To take what she wants.
“Daddy… it’s too much. I can’t. I need. I want.”
I wrap my arm around her waist as I meet her hips with mine, forcing her to take everything I have. “It’s okay, little one. When you’re ready, you can come.”
Celest licks, kisses, and nibbles Freya’s nipples, teasing her to the edge of madness. I feel the moment my girl lets everything else fall away, giving herself completely to the sensations hitting her from all angles. As her cunt tenses around my dick, I slam into her until she cascades over the edge, screaming for me as she comes hard . “Daddy… oh God… yes… Daddy. Daddy! ”
She pulls me down with her, my dick pulsing as I spill myself inside her. We ride the aftershocks together, the crowd clapping for the show they just witnessed.
Every fiber of my being is buzzing with adrenaline, turned on, my dick still hard inside her.
I press a gentle kiss to Freya’s shoulder as she slumps back against me. “How was that, little one?”
“A-mazing, Daddy. I never knew it could be this way.”
“I believe we just uncovered a few more of your kinks.” Her cheeks blush as she turns to meet my gaze.
“Was it… okay for you?”
“Yes, little one. But I’ve shared you enough for one night. My private room, now. You’ll have to dress to go through the bar downstairs, but I expect you naked, in the right position in ten minutes.”
“Yes, Daddy.” I can’t take my eyes off her as she slips on her clothes on and stops to embrace Celest before disappearing down the stairs.
As I force my erection into my pants, Logan Fitzgerald comes to a stop in front of me, a slow clap echoing through the room. “That was quite the show. You finally decided to find a forever sub.”
His words are jarring. He was a Master Dom, training submissives for over a decade before falling in love with his now wife. We’re not the same. That’s what I’m telling myself.
“No. She’s a trainee.”
“It didn’t look that way. I’ve never seen you allow a sub in training to dictate what someone else, male or female, may do to them.”
“She’s new to, well, everything.”
“Kink?”
“All of it.” I pull him aside as the crowd disperses. “Do you have time for a drink?”
“Don’t you have a sub to attend to?”
“Sitting in the position will build her anticipation.”
“Then, sure. Let me just tell Vittoria. She was intrigued by your dynamic with the other sub. She better not be getting any ideas. I don’t fucking share her with anyone, male or female.”
We make our way over to the bar, people congratulating me on a successful fuck. I utilized the old voyeur room on occasion, but I’ve never fucked a woman with a room full of people right there, inches away. It was exhilarating seeing how Freya got off on it. I’d never let another man fuck her, but she enjoyed having the small introduction of another submissive. I hope she doesn’t let her thoughts get the better of her now that the haze of the moment has passed.
Logan is a trusted friend and respected Master. I value his opinion. As we take a seat at the bar and order drinks, I ask the question I dare not ask anyone else. Not even Dalton.
“How did you know when you wanted more than a trainee to fuck? How did you know Vittoria was the one?”
He doesn’t hesitate. “The moment I kissed her, I knew my life had changed. No one else mattered. Fuck, I risked my friendship with Carter for her. He wasn’t exactly happy when he learned the nature of my relationship with his sister.” Carter is one of the co-owners of Venom and a good guy. Protective as hell, so I can only imagine how that all went down.
“She’s a twenty-four seven submissive, yes?”
“Yes, and I’m a twenty-four seven Dominant. With one comes the other. You can’t forget about that if you’re considering that dynamic.”
“I’m not.” Am I?
Fuck.
I wanted answers, not more questions, especially when I’m not ready to face the truth.
“Oh, shit. You’re in love with her.”
“Who said anything about love?”
He pins me with a smug grin on his stupid face. “You’re so screwed, my friend. Come back and talk to me when you’re ready to admit it.”
“There’s nothing to admit. I love her. Shit. I mean, I don’t love her.”
“Can you say Freudian slip?”
“Fuck you, Logan.”
He throws his drink back before clapping me on the back. “I think we both know who’s fucked here. That would be you, my lovesick friend. I’ll be around when you want some pointers on the whole marriage, twenty-four seven situation.”
“You’re wrong,” I exclaim as he walks away, laughing his ass off.
“Delusional,” he tosses over his shoulder.
Shit. The problem is, I’m not delusional at all. I know I’m fucked.