Chapter 37 Six #3
She croaked, “Sir? Please. What are you hitting me with?” That drew chuckles from the crowd.
“My hand, pet. Relax your muscles. It’ll hurt less,” he said, giving her buttocks a squeeze.
She hissed in pain. “No, it won’t.”
More soft laughter.
“You’re doing fine. I’m proud of you.”
She wanted to yell at him that she was not doing fine, but he made it impossible when he said he was proud of her.
Strands of hair were plastered to her damp cheek and with her head hanging down, there was no way she could see him, but she felt him.
His strong hands were on her ass. His stance meant that her body was shielded from the eyes of the crowd.
He stroked and petted, his thumbs dipping into her crease and spreading her cheeks. It sent a hard wave of arousal through her, her pussy clenched, her stomach knotted, her back hole puckered.
Oh God.
His hand moved lower, sliding between her folds.
She froze, her breath catching. Even with his body blocking them, the crowd must know the way he was playing with her.
Like he owned her. She shouldn’t have been so wet for him, considering what he’d been doing to her, but she wanted him so much she ached.
Emma pressed her head down, helpless to stop him, completely overwhelmed yet slightly thrilled by his attention.
He pushed strong fingers into her and stroked in and out a few times, causing her hips to make tiny circles.
She panted, her body throbbing for release.
His finger grazed her clit, making her jerk. She almost moaned.
As he withdrew his fingers and left her shaking in the restraints, he spoke. “Did I mention how well you’re doing?” he asked with a hint of amusement in his voice.
Monster. He was beating her and playing with her and enjoying himself. Damn sadistic monster.
The next five spanks made her cry harder and clench her body, trying to pull away. They also made her want to come. He paused and reassured her, but she couldn’t speak, could barely breathe.
“Only five to go, pet. Ready?”
“No, I’m not. I want to get up,” she said, her voice breaking on tears, but defiant.
The crowd chuckled.
“You can take five more. You can even help me count if you’d like,” he said in a silky voice.
As if!
The blow slammed into her soft flesh like it had been delivered by an iron paddle. That could not be his hand.
Another. Her whole body jerked with the impact.
“Ladies and gentlemen of the Marquis Club,” he said. “The last three of our new sub’s first punishment.”
“Three,” a group of voices said. Whack came the blow.
Oh my God! It hurt so badly. She bit down on the inside of her cheek, struggling not to scream.
“Two.” Whack! The jolt went straight through her, taking her breath away.
“One!” Bam! The final blow landed like a sledgehammer.
She’d clenched her muscles so hard, they cramped.
“Bastards!” she yelled.
Laughter erupted as she shook and sputtered and then finally sagged on the bench. She couldn’t even cry anymore. She just felt—she didn’t know what she felt.
Her ass throbbed and stung, but now that the actual spanking was over, she didn’t feel panicked or even horribly self-conscious. She just wanted to rest. She’d taken a beating while naked in front of strangers and hadn’t had a mental breakdown. She’d won.
Shay bent to unbuckle her wrist.
“How do you feel, angel?” he asked.
She sniffled. “Like King Kong beat my butt.”
“I’ll bet,” he said, kissing her damp cheek.
“You were so beautiful.” He stood with his groin next to her face.
“I have King Kong for you right here,” he said, grabbing his cock through the leather.
He leaned forward, his dark hair shading his face.
“Spanking your ass made me hard as iron.” He eased his zipper down so the top of his cock appeared. “Open your mouth, sub.”
Was he serious? Yes. He really was a monster, albeit a gorgeous one, but honestly!
He waited, stroking her hair. And goddammit if she didn’t feel like tasting him. After all, she had been the one who’d caused him to get so hard. In a weird way she felt sort of proud and possessive of his erection. It was for her.
He stood with his back to the crowd. They couldn’t see.
But no, it was insane. And yet she couldn’t resist. Her lips parted, and he slid the swollen cap of his cock into her mouth.
It was slightly salty and delicious. Her tongue swirled and then she sucked on him, hollowing her cheeks.
Inexplicably, she thought, Yum. More please.
His harsh breath echoed in her ears, and he groaned softly. She moved her head forward to embrace more of his shaft between her cheeks, loving the way it glided along her tongue.
“Jesus,” he gasped, pulling back and popping out of her mouth.
“Sir, I wanted a little more of that,” she whispered.
His low rueful laugh made her smile. “I was about to give you a lot more of that,” he said in a voice that was sandpaper rough.
He shoved his cock away and carefully re-zipped.
“But you’re supposed to need TLC or to need this dick to go inside you to make you feel better.
You’ve already given me pleasure by the way you took your punishment. You were amazing.”
She flushed with pleasure and smiled. “I’m glad you’re happy with me.”
When she was unshackled, she stood on wobbly legs and he lifted her off the horse and set her on the ground. He hugged her tightly. She buried her face against him and just breathed.
“You were a really good girl. I’m proud of you,” he said, stroking her back.
When she felt steadier, she straightened.
He released her, but took her face in his hands and kissed her forehead.
It was the sweetest gesture. She wanted to kiss him back and to wrap herself around him and just hold on for all she was worth.
She would even have let him spank her again to earn more of that closeness.
“Bring that girl over here,” a woman said after a few more minutes, and someone thrust silky black fabric over the barrier at Shay.
“People want to meet you,” Shay said, holding up the sheer black robe as a question. “You don’t have to. I can take you back to the office. People will understand if you need to be alone with me.”
She held out her arm to slip it in the sleeve. “I do want to be alone with you,” she whispered, “but not because I need to hide. They’ve already seen everything. What good would hiding do now?”
He kissed her on the mouth, softly, languidly. “Such a good girl deserves a big reward from her master. In a little while, I’m going to give you one.”
She stared up into his eyes. If he’d decided to take her right there in front of everyone, she wasn’t sure she would’ve been able to stop him. By the way the corners of his mouth curled up, she thought maybe he knew it. The hint of a dangerous smile emerged.
“You tempt me, little sub, to the depths of my dark soul.”
He stared down at her breasts with a predatory look.
She slid her arm in the other hole and pulled the robe closed.
It was very large so when she fastened it, the neckline hung low enough to expose the creamy tops of her breasts, but otherwise it was like a cocoon of fabric and seemed to be far enough away from her flesh so that everything wasn’t on show.
“This is okay. We can go out there,” she said, as though they weren’t already only a few feet from the swarming crowd.
“Before you talk to anyone else, you should apologize to the people whose scenes you disturbed. And when you do it, you should kneel.”
She opened her mouth to protest that she’d already taken her punishment, she wasn’t giving up her pride, but then she saw that some of the other subs were kneeling and closed her mouth.
Kneeling while apologizing wasn’t meant to set her low.
The entire lifestyle would put her there, on her knees.
A part of her railed against the notion.
The other felt strangely drawn in by it.
She went first to Master J. Now that there was sufficient light, she could see his face. He was very handsome in the way she imagined an outlaw from the Old West might be.
She knelt before him. “Master J, I’m sorry if I disturbed your scene.”
His cool gaze went from her face to her cleavage. “You made up for it, sweetness. You’re forgiven.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
She stood, carefully lifting the sides of the robe so that the hem wouldn’t drag.
She walked to Doug and Coral. Coral had a pretty round face with bright blue eyes, which made her look much younger than Doug even with the small creases around her eyes when she smiled.
She wore only a glossy black bustier with buckle clasps and a pair of tiny tight black shorts.
Emma dropped to her knees. “Master Doug and Miss Coral, I’m very sorry for disturbing your scene.” They smiled down at her so warmly, the numbness she’d had after the shock of the spanking melted.
Coral extended a hand, and Emma grasped it as she rose.
“She took that spanking well, didn’t she, Pa?” Coral said.
“Couldn’t have done better.”
Coral shrugged her brows and beamed like they’d raised her themselves to be a good little sub. Emma wanted to hug them. “You gave every man here an aching cock-stand,” Coral said and patted her cheek.
All righty then! Not proud like regular parents.
“When is your first role-playing scene scheduled? Pa and I don’t want to miss that.”
“I don’t know,” she said, blushing.
“You let us know.”
Emma nodded. She wasn’t sure she wanted anyone watching her do a role-play scene, but if anyone had to, Doug and Coral would’ve been her first choice.
“Someone said no one’s taken you shopping yet for club wear. Until then, keep that robe and I’ll bring you a few other things that will do.”
“Oh, is this yours? It was so nice of you to loan it to me. I’ll give it back.”
Coral waved a hand. “We like it on you. With that angel face and pornstar body, sheer black,” Coral said with a nod, “it’s just the thing.”