Chapter 45 #2
“Let me out,” she said, pushing with her shoulders and back, trying to stand. She, of course, couldn’t. “Sir!”
He went to one knee so his face was close to hers. “Stay calm. Your voice is fine, so I know you can breathe. Just talk to me. Does something hurt?”
“My pride.”
He smiled. “That, sweetness, is the idea. Anything physically hurt?”
“No,” she whispered.
“Thank you for being honest. I know the temptation to lie your way out of this has to be strong. I’m proud of you when you’re brave.”
She closed her eyes. “I’m afraid I’ll break down.”
“You are going to break down, Emma. Unless you use your safeword too soon, I’m going to push your limits. And it’s absolutely okay to scream or cry or swear or whatever you want to do.”
“I want to be dignified.”
He chuckled. “What are you trying to be? A queen? Or my submissive?”
A tremor passed through her. “Yours. I’m just trying to be yours.”
“Well, we both know I don’t want an ice queen. I want the submissive inside you. Let her out.”
He stood and stroked her hair. “Yellow means you need a rest. Red means you can’t take anymore.”
“How many strokes?”
“Until one of us decides we’re done.”
Emma squeezed her eyes shut. The punishment would be easier to take if she knew when it would be over.
She felt his leathers against her thigh.
He massaged her butt and cupped between her legs, sending waves of lust through her.
It was so easy for him to get her hot. With his pelvis against her backside, she could feel his erection.
Her anxiety mixed with a hunger for him.
With her bent over, he could fuck her as easily as he could spank her.
Or he could do both. A place deep in her soul purred at that thought.
The hands on her hips caught her lace underwear, and in one smooth slide, her panties were hanging around her ankles.
She gasped. “Yellow,” she whispered.
He chuckled. “No,” he said, grazing his knuckles over her cheek and down the crease. “Your ass is much too good to keep covered. I’d have a riot on my hands if I didn’t show it off.”
She didn’t believe him. The Marquis Club members were much too cool and controlled to get rowdy.
He just wanted her to take her punishment naked, to completely humble her.
A part of her wanted to snap at him. Another part liked that he couldn’t be swayed to go easy on her.
He knew what he wanted from her and would get it. That thrilled her.
When the beating started though everything flew out of her head.
It wasn’t his hand slamming into her bottom hard enough to jar her bones.
That was the punishment she’d expected and wanted.
This was a whizzing, stinging, slapping assault with no thump.
Just smack after whipping smack. She started to squeak after only two or three.
She wasn’t sure when she started to scream.
Her hips danced, trying to escape, and then she burst into tears. He stopped and soothed her with cool fingers, stroking her, but she just felt numb.
The next round of smacks weren’t as hard, but she still couldn’t take their punishment. Her bottom felt like she been dragged over something hard and sharp like gravel or glass. She felt so raw and hot, sore and tortured. She couldn’t stop crying.
When he unlocked the stocks, she couldn’t raise up.
And the next thing she knew, he’d lifted her into his arms. He carried her to a nearby couch and soothed her.
Someone gave him a cucumber-infused aloe lotion, and he rubbed it on her ass while rocking her.
Next came hot cocoa with a slug of whiskey.
A handful of melted marshmallows floated on top.
The drink had come from Nikki. Then someone draped a fleece blanket over her.
People whispered that she’d been a good girl and thanked her for showing her beautiful body to the club. She didn’t respond. She felt too raw. She just buried her head against Shay’s shoulder and wept.
Afterward, she woke and realized she’d fallen asleep against him. She felt so warm and cozy. Her butt ached, but every other muscle felt loose, like she’d had a two-hour nap and massage.
Master Randall sat on the couch next to them, discussing trade policies with Master Shay.
A sub sat at Master Randall’s feet with an arm curled around his calf, another was rubbing her cheek against his thigh.
Beyond Mr. Lawford, there were several other people.
It was the oddest sensation to wake draped in a blanket, wearing only a bra underneath, and sitting on Shay’s lap with a group of people around them talking as if nothing unusual had happened.
“Pet’s awake,” Randall said. “How do you feel?”
“Sleepy. And sore.”
“I should say so, love. Master Shay has an arm that knows how to wield a flogger. Let’s have a look at that bum.”
She shook her head. “Don’t want to show it,” she said in a pouty voice she didn’t recognize as her own.
Randall clucked his tongue. “Is kitten going to turn naughty again already? Your bum won’t thank you for it.” His tone was light, but she stiffened at the threat, looking up at Shay.
Shay shook his head, reassuring her. “No more punishments tonight.”
She had the ridiculous urge to stick her tongue out at Randall, but restrained herself.
“What about a lovely scene then? You can’t want to leave your master’s night unfinished.”
“My master knows if he wants me for a scene, he just has to say so,” she whispered, looking expectedly at Shay. Did he still want her that way? Or had the way she’d fallen apart and had to be cuddled turned him off?
“We are going to do another scene tonight,” Shay said.
“Well done. How about the medical exam room?” Randall suggested.
“We’ll get around to that scene, but not today,” Shay said. “Emma’s a reluctant exhibitionist, and she’s been exposed to the crowd once tonight. A darker scene would be easier for her.”
“Yes,” Emma breathed. “Thank you, Sir.”
“But if she wanted to be sweet, she might let me show her off a little,” Shay said.
She scooted up, so she could whisper in Shay’s ear. “Show me off how?”
“Master Randall wants to see more of your body. That’s why he suggested the exam room.
Everyone’s been telling him how beautiful you are, and he feels left out since he missed seeing you on the horse.
On there, you were fully nude and strapped in a straddled position during your punishment, so people got to see more of you. ”
“I didn’t mind that as much as the punishment tonight,” she said.
“I know. Why do you think that was? Just because tonight hurt more?”
“No. It did hurt more, but I’m okay now. I’m not injured or anything. But when it was happening, I didn’t feel… you. It was like anyone couldn’t been whipping me. And it was all pain, no thump. When you hit me with your hand, I feel the impact all through my body. It’s almost like…”
“Sex?”
She nodded.
“But when I spanked you with the belt during the pirate scene, you liked it.”
“Yes, but there was some thump to that. And I didn’t prefer the belt to your hand. I was just caught up in that scene, so the belt worked for me. Probably any punishment would’ve. Maybe even the flogger.”
“Possibly, but I won’t use a flogger or anything without impact again.”
“No?” she asked.
He shook his head.
Master Randall said, “Don’t be too hasty. She pushed that bum up during the flogging. She’s got a good tolerance for pain. That’s the advantage of a gorgeous bit of padding. Now about showing her off—”
“Master Shay, can I talk to you alone?” she whispered in Shay’s ear.
“Yes,” he said. “Give us a minute, Randall.” Shay gathered her up and rose from the couch.
“I can walk,” she said with a squeak.
“I know,” he said, but he didn’t set her down. He took her across the walkway to a couch in a deserted alcove. He set her down and sat next to her so they were facing each other.
“Talk to me, pet.”
“I don’t want to show my body to Master Randall. Is that okay?”
“Yeah, it’s all right. We’ve pushed your limits enough tonight. But tell me why you don’t want to. I thought you liked him.”
“I do like him.”
“Do you feel self-conscious? Because I promise he’ll like what he sees. I’m sure you’ve noticed that since you woke up, the slim subs on the floor can’t get his attention. There isn’t a thing about your body he won’t love.”
“Exactly. That’s what worries me.”
Shay’s brows rose. “Why?”
“When Kate recruited me, it was because she wanted Master Randall and me to meet. And when he found out I’d left the club, he came after me immediately. He didn’t really care about getting me back for the club. He just wants me. It’s very flattering, and if things were different…”
“What things?”
“I know he wants me more than you do. You only agreed to interview me because Kate was in a hurry to get me into the club. You’re friends with Rory so you did her a favor.
When I left it wasn’t a big deal to you.
You have a million subs to choose from. I’m sure while you like my body well enough, it wouldn’t be your first choice and I realize it’s frustrating for you that I’m not coming along in my training faster.
But the thing is, even if I’m not the right sub for you long-term, you are the right master to train me.
And right now I’m very attached to you, so when you talk about letting him take me shopping and letting him see me naked, I’m afraid you’re giving me to him piece by piece.
And it hurts.” She swallowed, trying to blink away her tears.
“Hey,” he said, catching her face in his hands.
“I’m not giving you away to Randall Lawford or anyone else.
He and I have different styles. He’s more blunt in every part of his life than I am in mine, but just because he’s more demonstrative about the fact that he wants you, doesn’t mean he wants you more than I do.
Let me break things down for you, so it’s clearer.
It’s true that Kate had you in mind for Randall, but Kate didn’t have to convince me to do your interview.
She told me about you, showed me your picture, and asked who I thought would be the best person to interview you.
I said I would. It was up to me to decide whether you were right for the club, and if so, to make a recommendation to the board about who should train you. ”
“But you didn’t talk to the board, did you?”
“No, after we met, I decided I wanted to train you myself. Unlike some of the other experienced Doms, I’m not interested in breaking in new subs. I have, in fact, never trained a new sub, though I’ve been eligible and encouraged to do it for several years. Understand?”
“No. If you don’t like training new subs then why did you decide to do it?”
“Because I didn’t want to wait to have you.
I met you, and I wanted you. Not for a random scene here or there.
I wanted to be the one controlling you every minute you’re in the club.
I wanted to be the first to spank your ass and strip you down and tie you up.
I didn’t want another Dom deciding whether I could have you for a scene.
I wanted you for myself. Period. It’s true I didn’t run after you when you left.
But I didn’t really let you go either. Did you think I happened by Harlow’s at random?
” He shook his head. “I was there for you.”
“The night I saw you at Harlow’s, you could’ve invited me back to the club, but you didn’t.”
“That’s true, but I didn’t need to. I conspired to get you back here.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean that everything I did and am still doing is designed to make it hard for you to leave. I’m not new to this, Emma.
I know how to get my hooks into a sub so she might twist, but she won’t really want to slip free.
You didn’t cajole me into keeping you as a trainee.
You couldn’t. Don’t let the fact that I’m twenty-eight fool you.
I’m an old hand at this life. I decided you were going to be my submissive when I stripped you in my office.
And you’ll be mine until I decide I don’t want you. Which is a long time off.”
She gaped at him.
“So, when I send you with Randall Lawford to get clothes, it’s because the guy has good taste and enjoys taking women shopping more than I ever will.
And also because what he really wants is for me to let him fuck you, which I have no intention of doing.
The shopping is a consolation prize. As for my letting him see you naked, well, sweetheart, that’s what a Dom does at his club.
He shows off his property to other Doms.
“When Rory slid a jeweled butt plug into Kate for the first time, he put her on the horse so we could all come and admire it. It looked so pretty we bought ten more for the club and on a Friday night, we put them in the subs and hung the girls from the ceiling by ropes in a rainbow formation. The fact that I’ve seen Kate naked and spread open with toys inside her doesn’t make her any less Rory’s property. Understand?”
She nodded slowly.
“Feel better? Or worse?”
“Better.”
“Good. Give me a kiss and then put your underwear on,” he said, pulling the lacy panties from his back pocket. “It’s more fun for me if you start the scene with them on.”