Michaels, Skye - Calleigh's Collar [Le Club 1] (Siren Publishing Classic) (5 page)

“Obey now. I am cutting you some slack here as you are new to this, but absolute obedience is mandatory,” he said as he put a well-placed, smart slap on her right butt cheek.

She jumped and squealed. “All right!”

“All right what?”

“Yes, Master Steele, I will obey.”

Calleigh crawled up the side steps of the carved four-poster bed and spread her limbs out. She was totally humiliated as he placed two fluffy pillows under her belly, raising her butt in the air, legs spread wide. He proceeded to tie her hands and feet loosely to the posts of the bed with silk scarves. God, she felt so naked, so vulnerable, and so embarrassed.

“You have the most beautiful ass I have ever seen,” he said. “I have been wanting to get my hands on you since we met almost two years ago. That Latin actress with the great ass has nothing on you. In fact, I think she should be worried.”

“Oh, please. I have always hated having a big butt.”

“Did I give you permission to speak?” he said as he gave her another smack. A lightning bolt of pleasure zinged directly to her pussy, unleashing a flood of cream. “We will be addressing your body-image issues this weekend. Believe me, by the time you leave here, you will
love
your big ass.” He grinned to himself. “It’s a perfect inverted-heart shape with plump, round cheeks. I love the way it tapers into your long, elegant back. Just gorgeous.”

Calleigh heard him walk to the sitting area of the bedroom in front of the French doors and heard the loveseat creak. He must have sat down as next she heard him noisily rustling what sounded like a newspaper. “What? You’re just going to leave me here with my ass in the air?”

“Slave, that was your last free pass. The next infraction will earn you a spanking. I am in charge of your pleasure and your pain, and we will proceed at my pace, not yours. Understand?”

“Yes, Master Steele,” she gritted out.

“Do I detect a note of sarcasm, subbie? Watch it—you’re in a perilous position,” he said, sounding amused at her spunky defiance.

After a few more minutes, she heard him get up and walk to the bed. Sitting at her side, he slowly ran his big hand down her spine from nape to butt. “Beautiful. I am going to teach you something new today,” he said. “Arch your back and lift your ass up.”

She squirmed, thoroughly uncomfortable in this totally exposed position, but there was an edge to her arousal now.

“Trust me,” he repeated. He pinched her right cheek, and the little touch of pain pushed her further toward the edge. She complied, lifting up as he ran his hand over her ass in circular motions. Once she had followed his instructions he said, “Good girl. This won’t be so hard.” He ran his hand down between her cheeks and slid his fingers between the lips of her pussy. He continued to play, sliding his finger around her pouting, exposed nether lips, carefully avoiding her pulsing clit.

Calleigh needed more. She shifted her bottom, trying to get him to touch her aching clit. She was restless and agitated. Calleigh had wanted Jason for two years, and now she was straining for the touch of his talented hands on her hot, wet pussy. She couldn’t believe this was happening, but she couldn’t help but respond to his dominant nature. “Stay still. Remember, my timing, not yours.” He slid one finger then two into her drenched channel and slowly withdrew them. Then plunging again and again as she strained upward on the bed, he alternated between teasing her lips and plunging into her yearning pussy as he nearly drove her to climax. “Remember, no coming until I give you permission.”

“Oh, please, Master…I don’t know if I can wait.”

“You have to wait. Clench your pussy, hold it, hold it.” He slid his thumb over her clit, and as she spasmed, he said, “Ok, now, come.”

An orgasm the likes of which she had never experienced in her whole life rolled through Calleigh, bursting from her clenched pussy and surging through her arms and legs and out her fingertips, leaving her totally drained. She collapsed as the aftershocks continued to jolt her system.

Steele reached over and released the slipknots restraining her limbs. She just continued to lay there, butt in the air, totally drained and unable to move.

“Okay, baby, come here.” He lay down beside her and pulled her into his embrace. She rested her head on his shoulder. He nestled his hard cock in the crease of her fanny, and they both relaxed. “Better?”

“Oh yes, Master.”

“Just Jason now. Close your eyes, and take a little nap.”

“But you still have your clothes on.”

“I know, baby, I’ll undress in a few minutes. Just rest.”

* * * *

After she was asleep, Jason removed his clothes and lay on the bed, covering them both with a vintage, handmade quilt. Snuggling her in close, he relaxed.
This is exactly where I want her to be.
He had realized some time ago that his feelings for Calleigh ran a lot deeper than mere attraction. Maybe as deep as love? Jason had thought of her often during the last year, especially while he was putting the finishing touches on the Laurel Oak Project. He had hesitated to act on his feelings because he had not been sure how she would react to his interest in the BDSM Lifestyle. He had admired her intelligence and independence from the beginning of their working relationship, but he was coming to appreciate her warmth and sense of humor as well.
It took long enough to get her here, and now I have this bullshit punishment to deal with tomorrow. That may just be the deal breaker. A little fanny smacking and good sex is one thing, a formal public flogging is another
. They dozed, Calleigh wrapped in his protective arms.

* * * *

Calleigh awoke to the sensation of Jason’s truly impressive cock knocking for admittance at the entrance to her deliciously relaxed pussy. He’d had a continuous erection since that morning, so she wasn’t surprised that he needed relief. “Now?” She ran her hands down his wide chest, over his six-pack, and grasped his throbbing cock with both hands.

“Yes, now,” he responded. “Roll over and open your legs wider.” He buried his shaft in her waiting pussy. He wrapped his muscular arms around her, fondled her pebbled nipples, and began a gentle rocking motion, slowly building the speed and intensity. He changed rhythms as she neared her climax each time, bringing her down then revving her up again. He brought her to the cusp of fulfillment and back down over and over again. He brought her to peak one final time and then followed her over the edge into oblivion. She rolled effortlessly from one stunning orgasm to the next. Finally, she lay still, too exhausted to move.

She rolled over into his arms and said, “That was truly magnificent, Jason. I’ve never come like that before or had any experience this intense.”
Am I a submissive
? The thought had never entered her mind before.
No, can’t be. Anyway, it’s only for the weekend
.
But if
this is submission, I could get used to it
.
I’ve never felt such an intense closeness and feeling of safety in anyone else’s arms
.

“Stick with me, subbie, you have a lot to learn.” He grinned, smacked her fanny, and said, “Get up and get dressed, dinner is in an hour.”

* * * *

Meanwhile, Paula and Trent had been getting acquainted in the Sea Island Suite. All the suites were decorated in totally different styles. The Sea Island Suite had a cool, relaxing mix of coastal-style blues and greens offset by sunny yellow accents complementing unadorned teak furniture with clean, straight lines. The floors were shining bamboo with only occasional colorful sisal scatter rugs to break up the expanse. The huge bed was a teak, pencil-post four-poster with a matching padded bench at the foot. It stood like an island in the center of the bedroom and was draped in miles of dreamy, white mosquito netting.

“This is lovely,” Paula exclaimed, “so open and bright. Really relaxing and tranquil.”

Trent was having doubts about Paula. Not one for casual one-night stands, he preferred stable, ongoing relationships with a little kink thrown in for spice. He could train her in the Dom/sub discipline but was not sure he wanted to form an emotional connection with her. He wondered why
she was curious enough about Le Club to abuse her friendship with Calleigh to get information. It seemed that she was using her friend, possibly for professional reasons. He wondered if she was looking to do some kind of exposé on the club, or maybe she was just a damn nosy bitch with an insatiable appetite for gossip, and a spoiled brat at that. He decided to push her boundaries a little and see what happened.
Trent smiled his most charming smile and said, “Strip, sub, and lay down on the bed. I think we will start with a little sensory deprivation and sensation training. Put this black-out hood over your head. If you stay still I won’t bind your hands and feet.”

“Whoa, Cowboy. Can’t we get to know each other a little first?” If she had hackles, they would be standing straight up now.

“That would be Master Redding, sub. And that is exactly what I had in mind…getting to know each other. But you should remember that I give the orders, and you follow them.”

“Okay, Master,” she said a bit resentfully. Paula did as ordered. Trent went to the ice bucket and put an ice cube on his tongue and rolled it around in his mouth. The bed dipped as he sat next to her. He fondled her breasts, rolling the nipples between his fingers. He leaned over her breasts and pulled the nipple of first one and then the other into his mouth. Then she gasped as he sucked her left nipple, allowing the ice cube to chill her sensitive skin and the cold sensation to shiver through her in a direct line from her nipples to her pussy. “How do you like that, sub?”

“It’s different, Master. Not like anything I’ve ever felt before.” Trent knew that he was not being charming and friendly and that
Paula was not getting that warm and fuzzy feeling.

“Roll over and spread your legs,” he commanded. After she complied, he took another ice cube and ran it down her spine and over her ass. “Stay still, sub,” he ordered as she started to squirm. Before she knew it, he had inserted something cold and hard into her vagina.
It was like a tampon or suppository.
It warmed to her body temperature quickly.

Before she could protest or question him, she felt a gentle vibration and then a small shock.

“It’s a bullet vibrator. I will carry the remote control in my pocket when we go to dinner. I can increase or decrease the sensation with the flick of my finger. I will increase the intensity if you please me or to refocus your attention should it stray from me, or I will use the light shock if you are disobedient or displease me in some way. Remember, you are not to come without permission. That is a reward you will have to earn.”

Paula looked worried.
Trent wasn’t surprised, as he knew that she would be getting pretty desperate after a few hours of the constant, low-level vibration.

“And don’t think I won’t know if you do. Disobedience will be punished with a spanking,” he said. Although it was not true that he would know she had climaxed unless he saw her do it, she had no way of knowing that. He smacked her butt and said, “Get up and get dressed for dinner. We have an excellent chef, and I’m sure you will enjoy it.” He turned away quickly before she could see the erection bulging in the front of the close-fitting well-worn jeans.

* * * *

Paula was beginning to wonder if she would get to enjoy anything and just what it was she had to “earn.”

Chapter Ten

As Calleigh entered the formal dining room on Jason’s arm, she noticed that they attracted a lot of veiled looks. She wore a black silk wraparound dress with high “fuck me” pumps. Her long honey hair waved loosely over her shoulders. Jason wore elegantly tailored black slacks and black alligator cowboy boots with a casual, white linen jacket over an open-collared, white silk shirt. The contrast against his tanned skin and dark hair was striking. They made a stunning couple.
Still, that’s a lot of attention in a room full of very attractive people
.

They were seated at a table for two in the back corner of the room. She had hoped to see Paula and Trent at dinner but noticed they were seated at another table for two some distance away. They were very engrossed in their discussion, although Paula seemed a little twitchy and uncomfortable.
Oh well, we’ll catch up at the pool tomorrow. We’ll have lots to talk about
.