Destined for the Dom [Masters of Submission 2] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic) (10 page)

“Jessica was real friendly, Hunter. I like her.”

“Yeah, I noticed you two got on well together.”

“We did. We’re on the same wavelength. Jessica was telling me about the arts center where she works. They run classes there all the time. She reckons I might be able set up a small pole-dancing class.” Zoë sounded enthusiastic.

“I’m pleased for you, Peaches. I hope it all works out.” Hunter smoothed a hand possessively down her back, enjoying the way it arched into her waist and then curved out again to her womanly butt. He loved that sexy
S
shape that an adult woman possessed. It pleased him that she responded seductively to his touch, making him hard for her. Her silken body flexed and undulated, letting him know she was becoming highly aroused. “I’m proud of the way you’re dealing with the task I set you.” He praised.

“Oh?” Her brows drew together.

“Yeah, your sensitized little clit. Have you forgotten the device in your panties already?” Perhaps, it was time to max up the volume?

Zoë smiled into his eyes. “Oh, I’ve been practicing my breathing techniques as you suggested. It’s helped me no end.”

Her tone didn’t convince. There was just a slight edge of nervousness to Zoë’s voice, as she stared around the club. “There’s a lot of people here now,” she observed as if changing the subject.

Perhaps she already guessed he’d been teasing her so far, and she was scared of how she’d react when he raised the power. There was only one way to find out.

“Come on. I’ll take you through. Remember to keep an open mind. Everything you see in the Hot Zone is entirely consensual.”

Zoë flashed him a beautiful, sexy smile as she stood from her barstool. “Now you’re scaring me.”

Hunter shook his head. “Somehow I don’t think so.” Zoë had been brought up by the school of hard knocks. She’d seen all manner of things at Les Belles in her twelve years as a dancer. She was no shrinking violet that was for sure.

He held the swing door open, allowing her to pass through. “After you, Peaches.” As she breezed past him, he caught the seductive scent of her expensive perfume
. Mmm, I’m gonna make this a night to remember.
His cock ached to be inside this beautiful woman, his woman, but holding back was all part of the enjoyment. Stretching the foreplay out until neither of them could wait any longer meant the sex would be mind blowing.

This part of Club Submission had a far darker feel. The atmosphere was more intense and sexually charged. The Hot Zone was strictly a place for grown-ups. It took Hunter a while for his eyes to become accustomed to the low light. He placed a protective hand to the small of Zoë’s back, and guided his charge to the first scene. It was made up like a dungeon.

Francine, the switch, had her male sub chained to the wall. Completely naked apart from a ball gag in his mouth, he wore a chastity cage over his limp dick. She trailed a formidable looking cat-o’-nine-tails down his frightened, heaving chest. “Don’t you dare get a hard-on, you sniveling excuse for a man. If you do, your Mistress will be forced to discipline you.” Francine wore a PVC catsuit with cutouts that completely exposed her full, heavy breasts. Every so often, she would pull on his nipple clamps until he moaned submissively. To Hunter it sounded like moans of pleasure, but what the fuck did he know about male subs? As a Dom, he was always the one in control.

Zoë turned to him, her eyes wide and questioning. “My, oh my. When you said anything goes, you weren’t kidding.”

“You ain’t seen nothing yet, Peaches.” He put an arm around her shoulder and directed her to the next scene. A Dom had his sub chained, her arms raised to the ceiling. He’d fixed a vibrator between her legs.

“My God!” Zoë exclaimed, taking a step backward in surprise. She reversed straight into Hunter’s embrace. “What the hell’s happening here?”

“Forced orgasm. It becomes very painful after a while.”

“I’ll bet.” Zoë’s hands became agitated as the woman’s screams quite literally came and went.

Hunter decided now was the time to play his ace. He turned the power on her clit butterfly to maximum, and waited. Zoë smiled serenely, rather like the
Mona Lisa
—now he’d always thought Mona had a little secret she was hiding from Leonardo da Vinci—with the juice turned up to maximum, she should be climbing the walls with sexual pleasure. So why wasn’t she responding?

Hunter leaned down and whispered in her ear, “Come with me, little sub. Things aren’t quite as they should be.” He pulled her over to the side of the room, and smoothed his hands down her hips. He couldn’t feel the telltale elastic holding the device in place.

“Have you anything to tell me?” He was giving her a chance.

Zoë shook her head, looking distinctly uneasy. “No. Can we go home now?”

Hunter placed two fingers under her chin, and angled her face to his. Soulful green eyes stared back at him. “I’ll ask you just one more time. Have you anything to tell me?”

“Um, I really need to go to the restroom.”

“You don’t go anywhere without my permission.”

Hunter raised her skirt and slid his hand inside her panties. He touched the soft, freshly shaved mound of her pussy. The clitoral butterfly had disappeared. “Naughty, my sub, very naughty.” He raised his hand, smoothing his fingers up her belly, until he found what he was looking for. “This shouldn’t be here. This should be against your sexy little clit.”

Zoë’s lower lip quivered. “Please let me explain, Hunter. I was going to put it back before you found out.”

“You’ve disobeyed me. That is not acceptable.”

“But, Hunter—I was frightened of having a climax in public.”

“I see.” He could understand her motive, but that was not how things worked in a D/s relationship. “You should have come to me, and voiced your concerns.”

“But, you were busy talking to Master Cole.”

“Hmm, and you were busy talking to Jessica.” Thick as thieves they’d been huddled together, and then Zoë had asked his permission to go to the restroom. He’d trustingly believed her reasons to be totally innocent. After that, all he’d heard from them had been girlish giggles and incessant chatter. Hunter knowingly raised an eyebrow. “I’ll wager that Jessica put you up to this. After all, she’s a far more experienced sub than you are.”

Zoë submissively bowed her head, and shuffled from one foot to the other. She looked increasingly worried. “Please believe me, Hunter, Jessica had nothing to do with this.”

“We’ll see.” Hunter unceremoniously grabbed hold of Zoë’s hand, and pulled her across to where Cole and Jessica were preparing for a scene.

“Can I have a word, Cole.”

Zoë looked mortified. Her eyes were huge, making him feel sure he was on the right track.

“Yeah, sure, Hunter. What is it?”

“I think Jessica may have been leading my new sub astray. Perhaps some correction is required, so it doesn’t happen again.”

Zoë burst in. “No, no. I’ve already told you, it wasn’t her. I’m the one that should be punished.” She looked across at Jessica. “It was all my fault. She had nothing to do with it.”

Hunter felt amusement, tinged with a little anger. It was time to show his sub how a Dom acted. “How dare you speak without my permission.” Zoë immediately stopped talking and lowered her gaze from his.

Jessica stepped forward, wiping perspiring palms on the back of her tight, leather pants. “May I have permission to speak, Sir?”

Cole waved his hand. “You may, my pet.”

“It was my idea. Zoë’s new to this sort of thing, and I wanted to help her out. If anyone should be punished, it’s me. I’m to blame.”

Cole folded his arms across his bare chest, and studied the frightened women in front of him. He had an air of power that came from being an experienced Dom. “Hunter, you’re right. I think a little correction
is
required here. Perhaps we could kill two birds with one stone, by spanking both of these disobedient subs together. A deterrent is clearly needed.”

“Excellent idea, Cole. I concur.”

Zoë opened and closed her mouth several times, before finally managing to get her words out. “You mean you’re going to punish us both in front of everyone?”

Hunter stared at Zoë for several seconds. Now was the time to keep the initiative. She had to learn what it meant to be his sub. “At the moment you have amassed five spanks. If you question my absolute authority once more, I will make it ten.”

Zoë’s stomach muscles clenched with a combination of fear and desire. To be at Hunter’s mercy turned her on more than she could ever have imagined. The dark hint of dominance in his clear blue eyes, and the way he held himself, all conspired to make her want him even more.

For the last twelve years she’d been her own woman. Made her own decisions—even if on occasion they’d been downright irresponsible. At least she couldn’t blame anyone else but herself. Perhaps that was why she wanted Hunter to take control. No, scratch that. She literally ached for Hunter to take control. There was a primal desire deep down in her psyche, which needed to be satisfied.

When he slipped off his leather waistcoat, Zoë felt a knot of tension tighten in her womb. Hunter looked magnificent. The tattoos crisscrossing his arms and drifting across his well-developed chest sent her libido into overdrive. She couldn’t help but lick her lips at the power in his limbs. Hands on hips, he strode over to Master Cole. She guessed they were discussing how to administer the punishment.

A little stunned that it would actually happen, she turned to Jessica standing silently beside her. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, making sure she kept her voice low so the Masters couldn’t hear.

“Don’t worry, sweetie. I like a good spanking. It helps rev the engine for later on.” Jessica smiled at her obvious ignorance in all matters to do with a D/s lifestyle. “I’m guessing you’ll like it, too.”

Zoë’s head snapped to attention as Hunter dragged two hard-backed wooden chairs into position. They reminded her of the chairs she would sit on as a child at school. They were placed at a forty-five-degree angle to each other, and faced the front of the set. He sat down on one of them, and then sternly beckoned her over. “Come here.” He stared up into her eyes, as she stood trembling in front of him. “Now lift up your skirt, and hold it above your waist.”

“Yes, Master Hunter.” She figured it was wise to feed his ego by being compliant. Zoë knew better than to question his authority. Besides, her whole being wanted his discipline. Like some crazy path she’d ventured on, there was no going back. Club members started to gather around, waiting for the scene to begin.

When she lifted her skirt above her waist and held it there, Hunter unceremoniously yanked down her panties, leaving them at her knees.

Her Master looked in his element, and was in complete control of the situation. “Put your arms behind your back, like this.” He demonstrated what was required of her. When she did as he commanded, Hunter secured her wrists together with a pair of steel handcuffs. She heard them lock in position behind her back, and knew her fate was sealed. Immediately her legs started shaking uncontrollably beneath her.

He took hold of her shoulders and roughly pulled her across his knees. “Lie there and don’t move, little sub. If you are disobedient, you will be punished even more severely.”

Zoë held her breath and lay motionless across his knees, her head almost touching the floor, her bare butt rising high in the air. She was surprised when Hunter tenderly stroked her hair. “Remember you have a safeword.” His gentle words made her realize that he cared deeply for her.

When Zoë turned her head, she saw a mirror image of her predicament. Jessica lay prostrate across Master Cole’s knees, awaiting her punishment. She had her wrists handcuffed behind her back, too, only she was completely naked. Zoë breathed a sigh of relief that at least she kept her clothes on, albeit rearranged. She figured as a novice sub, that Hunter was being lenient with her.

The gathering crowd was becoming larger, eagerly waiting for the spectacle to unfold. She shivered, knowing her naked ass was exposed for all to see.

Master Cole began speaking. “As you can see, we have two wayward subs that require correction. It’s important that before you start, you make sure your sub is comfortable. When you’re satisfied, you may begin.”

When she looked across, Master Cole had raised his hand high above Jessica’s butt, and she knew Hunter must be doing exactly the same thing. Zoë closed her eyes afraid to look any longer for fear of what she might see.

The first slap stung heavily across her left buttock. Pain sliced through her, followed by a large dose of heat. When she looked across the stage, Jessica smiled and winked at her, making her feel like she wasn’t doing this all on her own. She forced a smile back, only to have it wiped from her face when another stinging slap painfully impacted her right buttock.

Tears immediately welled in her eyes as Hunter administered a third eye-watering slap, this time low on her ass, painfully catching the tops of her thighs. The heat in her reddened butt cheeks spread toward her pussy, making her feel sexually aroused. Surely this wasn’t supposed to happen? Pain shouldn’t turn her on.

When he disciplined her again, the force of his slap made her body slide over his knees, making her clit rub deliciously against his leather jeans. An intense sexual moan escaped her lips.
Dear God, what’s happening to me?