Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen
Law
Every impulse screamed at Law to take Iris by the hair, drag her back to the Dungeon, and fuck her senseless. Whoever had the idea for a hotel for the guests to retreat to following the show was fucking brilliant.
The panting, shivering submissive on his lap made wrestling with his control far more difficult than it should be. This was exactly why he didn’t scene with submissives he actually wanted. His attraction to Iris was more than physical, no matter that he’d tried to tell himself that it wasn’t.
Can’t back out now.
If he were being truly honest with himself, he didn’t really want to… which was exactly why he should. It was too late, though. Backing out now would not only be hurtful, it would be harmful.
It was his responsibility to see the evening through.
Which, coincidentally, happens to give you exactly what you want. Interesting argument there, counselor.
Time to shut off the voice in his head and be the Dom Iris needed him to be. There would be plenty of time for self-recrimination later.
“Let’s go,” he growled, patting her hip as he finally released her breast and tugged the neckline of her dress over it. She slid off his lap, smoothing down her skirt as she went, and scooted through the booth.
The booth scoot might have been the unsexiest thing he’d ever done, but somehow, it did nothing to dampen the sexual tension still simmering between them.
From the sounds coming from some of the booths, not all the occupants were done with their own amorous pursuits.
A few others were moving out of their seats and also heading toward the door leading to the hotel portion.
There were more booths than there were rooms in the back, so there would always be stragglers after the show. Marquis was prepared for it.
Wrapping his fingers around the back of Iris’ neck, Law propelled her forward. A quick glance down at her expression was all he needed to reassure himself she was perfectly happy being moved about in this manner. If there was something possessive about his grip on her, she didn’t seem to mind.
“Which room?” As they walked into the hall, her eyes darted back and forth. The flirty skirt she was wearing rippled around her thighs, and he could see her nipples were still pebbled through her dress.
“The Dungeon.”
He felt her shiver, and he smiled.
What he had planned was a fairly basic scene, but they should both find it mutually satisfying. He wanted to give Iris what she’d been missing out on—a good, solid scene with a Dom… and likely, sex at the end.
When they got to the door, he reluctantly released her, so he could get the key card out of his wallet. Opening the door, he let her precede him into the room.
It was hardly a new room to either of them.
During both her Introduction class and the Dominance class she’d helped with as a submissive, she’d spent time in each of Marquis’ rooms. The Dungeon was always a favorite since it had just about everything anyone could possibly need for a standard BDSM scene.
Knowing ahead of time what Will and Gina had planned for tonight, Law had set up the square frame in the center of the room. Chains dangled from it with leather cuffs waiting for delicate wrists. Iris ground to a halt, sucking in a breath as she realized what was waiting for her.
She spun around with a faintly accusatory look in her eyes.
“Did you know what they were going to be doing ahead of time?”
“Yes.” Law grinned. “Don’t worry, we’re not doing pony play, but I thought you might enjoy recreating some of what we watched.”
Going by the way her eyes lit up, yes, yes, she would.
“Do you want to add anything to your limits before we begin?” Thanks to the classes, he was well aware of all her limits.
Sex wasn’t one of them.
“Nope, nothing to add.”
His cock throbbed.
“Good. Put your purse down by the door over there, then come back here.”
Iris
Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit.
Despite all the classes, Iris was suddenly feeling very unprepared.
Her relationships with the other students had always been friendly. Sometimes, they had sex. Sometimes, they hadn’t. She’d even been mildly attracted to a few of them—Q was pretty hot.
She’d never felt like this with any of them.
Uncertain. Vulnerable. Wary.
None of them had ever looked at her quite like he was, even when there had been a spark of mutual attraction. The way he was looking at her wasn’t a spark—it was an inferno.
Pretty sure I’m gonna get burned.
With her purse in place, she returned to where she’d been standing.
Master Law hadn’t moved, but now he prowled toward her.
With her heels on, he was only about an inch taller, so when he stopped right in front of her, their lips were mere centimeters apart.
Iris felt as though she was barely breathing.
She waited for him to say something, but he reached up to the straps of her dress.
Her mind went blank. Holding her gaze, he tugged the straps down over her shoulders, then pulled them off and down her arms. The dress wasn’t skintight, although it was formfitting to her hips, so he pulled it down easily enough.
The skirt was fairly loose, so as soon as he got it over her hips, the fabric dropped to the floor in a puddle, leaving her in nothing but her heels and a thong.
Master Law barely blinked as he’d undressed her in less than five seconds, and Iris felt like her lungs had seized up.
She’d never had anyone, not a regular boyfriend or another Dom, undress her.
Normally, they liked to watch while she did it.
Having Master Law take control this way…
she felt stripped of more than her clothing.
“Are you a good girl, Iris?” he asked, his voice low, demanding. All the little hairs at the nape of her neck and along her arms stood up.
“Yes, Sir.” Her voice sounded higher than normal, almost squeaky.
If she wasn’t caught in his gaze, a mouse under the hypnotic stare of a predator, she would have been embarrassed, but she was too frozen with arousal to feel anything else.
Her lips were slightly parted, waiting for a kiss she wasn’t sure was coming.
It was a good thing her expectations weren’t very high.
“Good. Then spread your legs apart and bend over. You’ll need to keep your balance, so make sure you spread them wide enough.” With that instruction given, he moved away, and Iris finally felt like she could breathe again.
Carefully stepping out of the little circle of fabric around her feet, she spread her legs wide and bent over. In heels, there was no way she could touch the floor, so she gripped her ankles instead.
The position left her horribly exposed.
Breasts hanging down, ass up in the air, pussy vulnerable and spread, the blood rushing to her head—she took in as deep a breath as the position would allow, then let it out slowly. At some point, her heart would have to stop pounding so hard, wouldn’t it?
Behind her, Master Law was moving to one of the cabinets and taking out a toy. With her head between her legs, she could see everything he was doing, and every one of her nerves was buzzing and humming in anticipation.
Law
Fuck, he needed to get a grip on himself.
For a second, he thought he was actually going to kiss her.
Which wasn’t a huge problem. It wasn’t like they were re-enacting Pretty Woman. Law had kissed submissives he’d scened with in the past, but he knew it would be different with Iris. It already felt different. He felt more out of control than normal, more affected.
It was his attraction to her. The pull he felt toward her. The effect she had on his body was far stronger than any other submissive he’d allowed himself to scene with.
Turning around, he opened the packaging around the plug he’d picked out for her, a basic plug, about an inch around the thickest part and four inches long. Nothing substantial, but enough for her to feel it and give him something to play with.
He wanted to make sure she felt she had the full experience with him.
Impulsively, he picked up a pair of nipple clamps and slid them into his pocket.
He wouldn’t put them on her until he finished flogging her breasts.
He didn’t want any of the strands to catch on them, but they would be a good addition to the scene he planned.
Clamps pocketed, plug in one hand, he picked up a tube of lube in the other and walked back toward her.
She was holding perfectly still, her hands wrapped around her ankles, ass in the air, with all of her most vulnerable parts open and displayed.
Nothing he hadn’t seen in class before, but… it didn’t feel the same.
This wasn’t for a class or for another student… it was for him.
She was holding herself in position for him.
Obeying his commands.
It was fucking hot as hell.
“Good girl,” he said, just because he could. He didn’t need to see her expression to know it affected her. With the lube and plug in one hand, he patted her ass with the other. “Very pretty.”
The brownish-pink lips of her pussy were splayed open, revealing the glistening interior, slick with her arousal. His cock throbbed. Exercising his self-control was torturous, yet it felt good. Law enjoyed teasing subbies with orgasm denial, but it was something he practiced on himself as well.
Above her pussy, the little star of her anus appeared impossibly small as he lubed up the plug.
He knew she was no stranger to the plug but didn’t know how recently she’d had one used on her.
As he covered the plug in the slick lubricant, he heard her mutter something, although he couldn’t quite make out the words.
Reaching out, he gave her ass a hard smack, making her yelp and rock forward, but she managed to maintain her balance.
The skin of her bottom was several shades lighter than her legs and torso, same with her breasts, a testament to the amount of time she’d spent in a bikini this summer.
The spot where his hand had landed pinked up rather nicely.
“What was that, Iris?” he asked mildly. “I couldn’t hear you.”
“I was just wondering what was taking so long, Sir.” Despite how respectful she’d made her tone, there was no sugarcoating the words. At least she was honest. On the other hand, he was pretty sure she was looking for a reaction. Poking at the bear, as it were.
“I’m making sure the plug is properly lubed.
I was going to use my fingers to stretch you out a little, but since you’re in such a hurry…
” Law pressed the tip of the plug to her anus and pushed, enjoying the sound of her gasp as he smoothly pressed the plug through the resisting muscle of her sphincter.
“Relax, Iris. This will be as hard on you as you make it.”
Iris
Easy for him to say, he wasn’t the one having something shoved up his ass.
At the same time, she knew he was speaking the truth.
She did her best to relax her muscles, but they burned as the plug pushed inside of her.
She hadn’t scened since the class, which had been over a month ago, and hadn’t kept up with inserting a plug herself.
She hadn’t seen the point. Having fingers stretch her out first would have made the insertion easier.
On the other hand, a part of her reveled in the burn and in that he’d made her punishment fit the crime.
Mouthing off had always been a problem, especially when she was feeling vulnerable. She felt especially exposed with him standing right beside her while she was bent at the waist. He could see everything.
The punishment fit the crime, but it also didn’t really feel like punishment. Iris moaned as the fattest part of the plug stretched her open. The stinging burn flashed for only a moment before it was fully seated, her sphincter snapping shut around the thinner part between the bulb and the base.
The plug hadn’t looked all that big, but it felt big inside her. She burned from the initial stretch, though the sensation was subsiding. Hopefully, it was a precursor to how good he would feel inside her.
Whether they’d actually be having sex tonight, she still didn’t know, but she really hoped so. All signs point to yes. The bulge at the front of his pants was a clear sign he wasn’t unaffected, even if she thought he could ignore the chemistry sizzling between them.
“Good girl.” Despite the accolade, he smacked her other cheek as hard as he had with the first swat and Iris groaned as she rocked forward again. It hurt. It felt good. The contrariness of kink was something she related to. “You may stand up now.”
The head rush was real, but Master Law was there, arm steadying her behind her back until the wave of dizziness passed.
Iris shook her head to clear it, squirming as the new position made the plug feel even more intrusive.
The flat rectangular base was snuggled between her cheeks, and she could feel it a lot more now that her cheeks and legs weren’t spread apart.
“Better?” he asked, and Iris nodded, lifting her head to meet his gaze. The heat in his dark eyes made her sway toward him, tilting her head slightly. She wanted a kiss.
It felt as if they were supposed to kiss.
Instead, he looked away, turning his attention to the frame.
Dammit.
“Let’s get you in position.”
“Yes, Sir.” Even if she was disappointed, her body was ready for whatever he wanted to do, though she had a new goal—get a kiss from Master Law before the end of the night.