Her Darkest Desires (4 page)

But it was the woman coming down the stairs beside Gwen who had Claire staring openly. Glistening skin the color of café-au-lait, head completely shaved, wearing the full battle dress of a classic dominatrix. Or at least, what Claire imagined a dominatrix would wear. Black leather bustier that fit her like a second skin, thigh-high shiny black boots, even black latex gloves reaching halfway up her arms. She, too, wore bright red lipstick, and her dark eyes were set off with extra-long, obviously-fake lashes and glittering gold eye shadow.

“That’s Mistress Jade,” Kyle murmured, handing Claire a glass.

She sipped, never taking her eyes off the newest member of The Dark Side cast. Maybe this place is actually one of those audience-participation weekend getaways, where the guests are part of the show and the actors are improvising based on our reactions, she thought. Could it all be an elaborate hoax?

Lady Gwen moved regally into the center of the circle, motioning Jade to join her.

“Welcome to your first lunar gathering here at The Dark Side of the Moon. We celebrate moonrise every night, just like they celebrate sunset in Key West. Only our celebrations are not for the faint of heart. All of you were drawn here because you longed for a place, a time, where you could shed your inhibitions and give way to those savage hungers you dare not admit, even to yourselves, by the light of day.”

Lady Gwen went on, “But daylight has been vanquished, and here the moon rules. Come forward, Melody. Come and taste what you yearn to experience—the power of submission, the passion in pain. Mistress Jade awaits.”

The young female attendant rose and held out a hand to a nervous Melody, ushering her into the center of the circle. Kyle leaned forward, his mouth against Claire’s ear. “Melody requested this. As you know, she’s been here before. It was her fantasy this time to live out a domme/sub experience in front of everyone. Her erotic thrill will be enhanced by the forced exhibitionism and the public humiliation as she takes on the role of the submissive. She may look nervous, but I guarantee her pussy is already wet.”

Mistress Jade never spoke, merely gesturing her requirements to the attendant.

Gwen moved to the perimeter of the room, issuing instructions and keeping up a running commentary from the shadows. “Melody, on your way here this afternoon, you broke a number of our rules. First, you violated your oath of secrecy by peeking out at your route here. Then, when Kyle ordered you to lie motionless across his lap for a disciplinary spanking, you squirmed and kicked him, disobeying a direct command. Finally, you broke the rule of silence during the journey. Then you made it worse by arguing and protesting the very fair and just consequences that you agreed to accept when you signed your contract for admission.”

Lady Gwen continued, “Mistress Jade is going to administer your punishment for such flagrant disregard of our most basic rules—rules you promised to obey. She will continue until she feels that you have been sufficiently chastised for your poor behavior. Nothing you say or do will stop her once she has begun. Now, bend over the leather bench and spread your legs wide. “

Melody awkwardly bent forward and draped her body across the length of the padded leather bench, planting her high heels between its stout legs. Her short red dress slid up, exposing the curve of her naked ass.

“Spread your legs further, Melody. Put your feet on the outside of the bench. Your companion Tammy is going to tie you down this time to make sure you can’t wiggle your way out of this punishment.” As Gwen spoke, the young woman bent to fasten leather straps attached to the legs of the bench around Melody’s ankles, assuring that her feet stayed wide apart. Mistress Jade waved a hand, and Tammy reached down to pull Melody’s skirt up to her waist, exposing her bare bottom to the room, covered only by the trailing sash tied at her waist.

“Now, take both of your hands and grasp the front legs of the bench.”

Melody reached down, causing her naked ass to poke high into the air. Tammy pulled one end of the sash, untying the bow. She wound it firmly around Melody’s left wrist and then tied it around the base of the front leg of the bench. After securing the other wrist, Tammy moved silently away, allowing Lady Gwen to come forward and gently stroke the quivering globes of Melody’s ass, now totally exposed in the harsh glare of the spotlights.

Tammy returned, carrying a stout wooden paddle. She knelt before Mistress Jade, head bowed, offering the paddle in her outstretched hands. Jade took the paddle and stepped to the bench.

“Your punishment will be divided into two parts,” she announced, her voice low and deep. “First, you will accept ten strokes of this paddle. You will count them and thank me politely after each one. If you fail to follow my instructions, I will be forced to begin again. Do you understand and agree?”

“Yes, Mistress Jade,” came the hesitant whisper.

The sudden crack of the paddle echoed like a thunderclap in the silence of the room.

Claire heard a harsh gasp, then “One. Thank you, Mistress Jade.”

Another powerful crack, then a longer pause before the count and the polite words uttered through clenched teeth. Then another.

The paddle was long enough to cover Melody’s entire backside with each stroke, and Claire could see her cheeks reddening. Melody’s head jerked up at the next strong whack, and she let out a cry.

“You must learn to follow my instructions, Melody,” the low voice urged. “Now you’ve given me no choice but to start all over.”

Melody let out another wail, but the sound was drowned out by the stinging whack of the paddle. “One,” she cried out, fighting back tears. “Th… thank you, Mistress Jade.”

Claire was riveted by the scene, imagining how it would feel to be in such a humiliating position, forced to undergo an intense public spanking, her ass bared for everyone to see. She watched, her drink untouched, as Melody squirmed, straining against the restraints with each relentless stroke of the paddle. Her voice ragged, Melody finally counted the tenth stroke, muttering her thanks to Jade as her body sagged against the bench.

“Now, you will receive your punishment for breaking the rule of silence and disobeying Kyle’s orders to accept his discipline without moving.” Lady Gwen’s voice came from the darkness. “We try to tailor each consequence to the rule that has been broken. Since you insisted on speaking earlier today, you will accept this next punishment in total silence, no matter what is being done to you… or Mistress Jade will spank you all over again.”

Jade turned once again to Tammy. This time the kneeling woman offered a tray bearing several objects. There was a tube with some sort of lubricant that Jade took, rubbing it sensuously all over the surface of an object that gleamed in the spotlight. Claire knew it was a butt plug, thanks to the internet research she did before filling out Gwen’s questionnaire. But it looked huge, much bigger in real life than she imagined it would be from the pictures online.

Melody jerked again as she felt Mistress Jade’s gloved finger spread her even wider, probing her tiny rear opening. But she was helpless to resist, arms and legs tied apart, her private parts thrust high into the air. Jade took a long time probing, sliding her lubed finger in and out, then twisting it around. All the while Melody fought to remain silent, her lips clamped tight, muffling the moans of her growing arousal.

Jade reached for the butt plug. It was made of stainless steel, with an enormously fake deep-red ruby covering the base. Melody shuddered when Jade removed her finger, then let out a loud groan as she felt the head of the toy begin to stretch her tight opening.

Jade swiftly delivered two stinging swats to Melody’s quivering ass and followed them by sliding the smooth head deeper, then pulling it back out again to deliver half a dozen more sharp blows. “I said
total
silence!
”

Jade moved to the front of the bench, lifting Melody’s chin with one gloved hand. “Do you want me to gag you as well?” she asked, her tone menacing.

Melody shook her head from side to side wildly, eyes wide, lips clamped shut.

“Perhaps you need a little more preparation to accept this part of your punishment.”

Jade waved a hand once again, and Tammy moved to kneel behind the bench. Sliding a hand over Melody’s ass, she ran her fingers down past the tight opening, lightly brushing over the wet, hot lips of her pussy.

Claire knew the exact moment when Tammy’s fingers reached Melody’s clit from the shudder that ran through the woman’s entire body. Melody began pumping her hips against Tammy’s hand, all the while forced to stare into Jade’s eyes. Jade smiled, then moved back into place behind the bench. Motioning for Tammy to continue stroking the bound woman’s throbbing clit underneath the bench, Jade slowly worked the butt plug into place, first the head, then the wide mass of it.

She took her time, moving the instrument in and out a little, each time working it deeper. All the while, Tammy kept up her slow caresses, fingers stroking the hard nub. Melody’s hips increased the pace of their rhythmic pulsing, grinding against the hand between her legs while arching her body to meet the huge object invading her, opening herself fully to it. Jade slid the butt plug out almost all the way. Then, in one swift motion, she plunged it in. She grabbed the paddle and began smacking Melody’s ass again, driving the plug deeper with each harsh stroke.

With a wild cry, Melody exploded, body shuddering as waves of ecstasy poured over her. The lights went out, plunging the huge room into darkness.

Chapter Four

Claire heard soft moans and sighs coming from all around the pitch-black room. She could only imagine what must be going on at the other tables under cover of darkness.

Kyle’s breath was hot against her neck as he murmured in her ear. “Take my hand. When the night lights come on, we’re going back to your room… and you’re going to get
your
most shameful erotic craving satisfied at last.”

Claire shuddered with a mixture of fear and anticipation. She’d watched a few porn movies with Jim over the years but never witnessed a live sex show before. Her initial embarrassment had given way to fascination, followed by long-dormant stirrings of intense arousal. From the safety of her spot in the shadows, she’d stared boldly at Melody, watching as she rocked her body savagely against the probing fingers, thrusting her ass higher into the air as her climax built. Claire felt a powerful need building deep inside, a need to give up control as she’d seen Melody do and beg the forceful stranger sitting beside her to take over and strip away all her inhibitions.

She was silent as they headed back to her room. The turned-on, suddenly horny part of her desperately hoped that her long-hidden desire to get a real spanking was about to become reality. But Uptight Claire was mentally throwing buckets of cold water on hot, Horny Claire.

“
What if you don’t like it at all? What if it turns you on in your imagination, but the real thing is nowhere near as big a thrill? Are you willing to risk crushing your most forbidden fantasy? After all, it can never live up to the scene you’ve created in your mind. This guy is not the Dark Prince of your dream world.”

“Yeah, well the scene I just watched got me hotter than hell—and I never fantasized anything like that! So even if it isn’t exactly the way I’ve seen it in my mind, that doesn’t mean that I won’t like it—no, love it,”
Horny Claire replied.

The dialogue in her head abruptly ended when Kyle pushed open the door to her room. Giving her no time to offer an objection, he led her straight to the bed, sat down, and yanked her over his lap.

Claire was too stunned to move. Any ideas she had of resisting flew out of her head when she felt his hand slowly travel up the back of her leg, gathering the hem of her dress and sliding it up, all the way up to her waist. She froze when she caught a glimpse of their reflection in the huge floor-length mirror across from the bed. There she was, face down over the lap of a drop-dead gorgeous guy who had just fondled her naked ass and was now raising his hand in the mirror to spank it.

SMACK!

The very real, sharp pain on her tender cheeks instantly drove every thought out of her head.

“OW! Stop it! That really hurts!”

Kyle’s voice was stern. “It’s
supposed
to hurt, Claire. This is a real spanking, not one of your wimpy fantasies. And you don’t get to say ‘stop it’. Only I decide when it stops.”

Just to prove his point, he delivered two more sharp whacks. His open hand carried a fierce impact, and she drew in her breath sharply.

Then his hard palm began caressing her stinging ass. Claire felt the burning sensation fade as a sudden throbbing between her legs began to build. She squirmed around a little, peeking once again into the huge mirror.

This scene was even better than the one she’d glimpsed earlier.
That’s me, with my dress pulled up, my ass totally bare. He’s stroking me… Oh, God, now he’s sliding his hand between my legs.

Claire closed her eyes, awash in the heat his sensuous touch ignited. She could feel his fingers gently teasing the lips of her pussy.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

“Ooow! Dammit, stop that. Right now!” Her head jerked up. She glared at him in the mirror, her eyes filled with fury

“Now, Claire, every time you command me to stop, you force me to spank you even more, just to show who’s really in control,” he said, shaking his head in a mock display of sadness.

To prove his point, he peppered her ass with a volley of hard swats. Claire was stunned, barely able to draw in a breath. The sharp pain was intense, followed by an agonizing burning sensation. It felt like her whole ass was on fire.

“Wait! Aren’t we supposed to have a safe word? You know, some word I say when I’ve had enough?”

“I’ve told you before, Claire, you’re no longer in control here. There is no safe word at The Dark Side of the Moon. You left safety behind when you walked through our doors.”