Pleasure Bay (19 page)

“Oh, Adam, it’s gorgeous,” she called over her shoulder as he made his way up the steps. “Look,” she said, pointing. “It has a loft bedroom.”

“I’ve never been to this bungalow before. It’s as high quality as I have come to expect from Dimitri.”

Jen noticed him wander to a beautiful carved armoire. As she started up the steps to check out the loft, she heard him say, “This is a nice piece.” The squeak of a door followed and she turned back at the sound of his wicked laugh.

“It appears our host has thought of everything. Look, my dear, every item imaginable for securing and punishing a sassy sub.” He crooked his finger at her. “Come here.”

His order, said in that low commanding tone, had every submissive bone in her body at attention. Obediently, she walked over to him, standing so close that her nipples, already painfully tight and peaked, almost brushed his chest. She looked up at him, waiting his next command.

“Turn around.” Goosebumps broke out along her skin as his fingers touched her bare back, untying her swimsuit top.

“I think we’ll start with the spanking bench.” His tone was low next to her ear as she looked in the direction he was pointing. In the corner stood a gleaming mahogany and leather spanking bench, fully equipped with fleece-lined restraints for her arms and legs. Not too far away from it stood a massage table, and along the wall behind it were chains attached to the wall with leather cuffs dangling from them. The bondage equipment was so much a part of the décor, that she hadn’t even noticed it at first. Leave it to Master D to assign her to a kinky bondage bungalow.

His fingers pulling her sarong from her hips startled her as he nudged her in the direction of the bench. “We’re starting right now?”

“No time like the present,” he teased, stopping her in front of the bench. Placing a large, warm hand in the middle of her back, he encouraged her to mount the bench and take her position. “I have something special planned for you, princess, but first we need to make sure you can’t squirm around too much.”

The smell of the leather padding drifted into Jen’s nostrils while Adam quickly secured her to the bench with the provided cuffs for her wrists, ankles, and thighs. His skilled fingers, brushing against her skin, sent a renewed anticipation of what was to come.

“I’m going to start with a paddle,” he said firmly, looking into her eyes as he tested the restraints for comfort and security. “No warm-ups for punishments. And this
will
be a punishment, Jennifer.” He put a finger under her chin as if to emphasize the seriousness of what he was saying.

“Yes, sir.” She looked into the depths of his somber gray eyes, seeing something far different than she had last night before he spanked her. It wasn’t an angry look, but rather one of determination. Instinctively, she knew he was about to teach her a lesson she wouldn’t soon forget.

“I need to know two things before we start. On a scale of one to ten, how high is your pain threshold?”

Jen felt a trembling in her tummy. She had been testing his limits all morning and now he was going to test hers. “Between seven and eight, sir.”

“Very good, and what is your safeword?”

“Clowns, sir.”

“Good girl,” he said softly, leaning forward to kiss her forehead. “Don’t be afraid to use it,” he whispered into her hair and then stood up. Both fear and trepidation crept through her. Why had he said that? Did he really want to push her that far, or just make her believe he would?

Walking back to the armoire, he opened both doors, revealing an array of toys and implements. Taking in the paddles, crops, and whips inside, Jen thought it looked like a sadist’s treasure trove and she trembled in bittersweet anticipation. Angling his broad back strategically, he took his time selecting things she couldn’t see and when he turned around, he held a silky black bag in one hand and a medium-sized wooden paddle in the other.

“Hold this for me.” He offered the wooden handle of the paddle to her mouth. “That’s a good girl,” he said, giving her a brief smile as she took it between her teeth. Reaching into the black bag, he pulled out a soft white hair tie and proceeded to gather up her soft red locks. “This will keep the hair out of your eyes.” After putting her hair into a ponytail, he disappeared behind her. She could hear him shuffling and moving something around and as hard as she tried, she couldn’t crane her head around enough to see what it was.

“That should do it,” he said, returning to her side. “Are you ready for the surprise, princess?” He laid a hand between her shoulder blades, softly caressing the bare skin of her back.

“Yes, sir,” she mumbled, hearing a click and a humming noise coming from the wall in front of her and watched as a panel folded open and a large screen TV took its place. With the push of a button, he turned it on to display a live image of her bikini-clad bottom and thighs. Shocked, she looked up at him. “Are you recording this?” she asked, her words coming out slightly garbled.

“No, it’s just a visual so you can see everything that happens to this sexy ass of yours.” He gave her rear a firm slap while she watched the screen. Simultaneously watching and feeling, the impact added to the excitement so much that she nearly dropped the paddle. “Mmm. I think you like watching, don’t you?”

“Yes, sir,” she said, looking up at him, trying to keep the accumulated saliva from escaping her mouth.

“I’ll take that now,” he said, removing the paddle. “Are you ready to begin?”

“Yes, sir.” Her voice was breathy and her stomach knotted as he moved behind her.

Her eyes snapped to the screen in front of her as she felt his fingers pulling down her bottoms, leaving them to settle at the bend of her knees. The first strike was a blur. He struck hard and with such force that the impact thrust her hips forward, making her yelp. Damn, he wasn’t kidding when he said there would be no warm-up. The discomfort was offset by the press of the padded edge of the bench against her pussy, which was already swollen and eager for attention. Each stroke of pain accompanied by a frisson of pleasure as her pussy reaped the rewards of her discipline. She wondered if he could tell. If he couldn’t, she for damn sure wasn’t going to tell him.

“The first ten are for your defiance, both last night and this morning.” Another blur of the paddle spanned the screen as she tightened her muscles, anticipating the impact. She held her breath for the next three blows. He was marking the same spot on each cheek with each alternating smack and the heat was building fast.

By number seven, she couldn’t watch anymore and shut her eyes. “Adam!” she cried. The pain was surpassing the pleasure of the nudges to her pussy and she could no longer remain quiet. “I’m sorry. Really. I—ahhh…” Number eight stung like the dickens as she curled her fingers into her palms, balling her fists tightly as if somehow it might help.

“Two more, Jennifer. I know you can take it.” His voice was filled with hard determination as number nine seared through her bottom. “And we both know you deserve it.”

The final blow came with a vengeance, nearly causing her to lose her breath. “I’m sorry,” she proclaimed loud and clear, peeking up at the TV. Panting, she witnessed the two large inflamed red spots on each of her ass cheeks that now throbbed in time with her rapidly beating heart.

“You took that very well.” He squatted next to her face, turning her head to look at him, placing a tender kiss on her forehead. “I don’t like being that hard on you, sweetheart, but I think it’s best that you understand quickly. I will not tolerate deliberate acts of defiance.” His words softened as did the look in his eyes.

“I definitely got the point, sir,” she rasped, trying to calm her uneven breathing.

“Speaking of points.” He smiled, reaching into the pocket of his shorts to retrieve a small black box. “What do you say we satisfy your curiosity about the Wartenberg wheel?” he asked, opening it.

The spiky points on the wheel made Jen’s insides cringe as she thought about him using it on her searing cheeks. “Adam, please,” she begged, hoping he could see her dismay. “I’m really not all that curious about it anymore.”

A brief chuckle left his lips as he smoothed the back of his hand down the side of her face. “Oh, but I think this will help you learn not to test your dom, no?” he asked rhetorically. “You’ll need to hold very still while I use this, so I’m going adjust the bolster in your middle so you can’t move your hips.”

“I won’t test you anymore, I promise.” Her voice quivered, feeling the stretch in her torso as he made the adjustments.

“Arch your back, princess. I need to make sure you can’t jerk away once I start.”

Her legs trembled as she hesitantly obeyed. “Please don’t,” she whimpered while he tightened the lock device on the center bar of the bench.

“Who’s in control here, Jennifer?” he asked, lightly running his fingernails over one of her burning cheeks, causing her to pull in a stuttering breath.

“You are, sir,” she answered in a tight high-pitched voice, watching the screen. Instinctively, she tried to pull her hips forward to get away from the sensation, but she couldn’t.

“That’s right, baby,” he said softly, smoothing over the area he had just raked with his nails. “You’re trembling.”

“Sorry, sir,” she muttered, enjoying the cool feeling of his hand on her other cheek as he caressed her heated skin.

“Are you scared?”

“A little, sir.”

“I think you need a bit of a distraction before we continue.” He moved his fingers lower, lightly stroking the outer lips of her pussy, which sent a promising tingle through her clit causing her to moan in approval. “That’s a good girl, just relax,” he coaxed, dipping a finger into her silky wetness, and then returning to rub her swollen clit.

“Yesss,” she hissed when he put two fingers inside of her, gripping them greedily the further he went. “Adam, that feels so good,” she whispered. After a few slow strokes he curled his fingers, putting pressure on her g-spot while making short shallow thrusts. “Mmm,” she cooed, watching his fingers glide in and out of her. As her pleasure built, she did everything possible to rock back against his fingers, but found it to be a futile attempt.

“That’s enough,” he said hoarsely, pulling his fingers from her now throbbing pussy, which caused her to groan in protest. “Do you have experience with anal?” he asked, putting a wet finger against her puckered rear hole.

“Yes, sir,” she replied, watching him tease the sacred entrance with the tip of his wet finger. It was such an immense turn-on to be able to see what he was doing as he did it. Her arousal increased tenfold as she thought about being able to watch his cock disappear into her ass.

“Excellent, then we are both going to enjoy what comes next,” he said, pulling his fingers from her entirely. She looked over her shoulder, wanting to see his cock as he freed himself of his shorts, but he didn’t. Instead, he picked up the black bag from the floor, taking out a bottle of lubricant and a butt plug. “You will not come while I work this in, do you understand?”

“I understand, sir.” The letdown in her voice was evident as she turned her attention back to the screen.

“Aw, did my princess think I was going to fuck her tight, sexy ass?” he questioned as his well-oiled finger worked slowly into her bottom hole.

“Ahh… oh, Adam,” she breathed. He sank his finger in as far as his first knuckle, pulled back, and then pushed back in deeper, robbing her of breath.

“Answer me, Jennifer.” He pulled his finger out again, the big tease, and she instantly missed the sensation and the enticing erotic image on the screen.

“I was hoping, sir,” she answered with clear disappointment.

“Did you forget this is a punishment, sweetheart?”

“No, sir.” As she replied, he put two slick fingers back into her ass, making her moan. She felt a warming sensation as he worked his fingers back and forth. She had a feeling she knew what it was, but she had never experienced a warming gel used in her ass before. “Oh, god,” she said softly. “What is that?”

“A warming lube. You’re going to wear the plug for the rest of the day as a reminder of your punishment. This lube will make you more aware of it.” His fingers started to widen out, stretching her to accommodate the plug. Did he seriously think that would be a problem?

She strained to be able to push back against his fingers, but found it impossible to so much as wiggle her hips. Groaning in frustration, she clenched around his fingers, wanting him, not the damn plug.

“Time for the plug,” he said, pulling his fingers out slowly. “And then another ten with the paddle,” he added.

What? Her body tensed instantly and she heard him chuckle. She looked over her shoulder, but could only see part of his body, and he was turned away from her.

“You are so beautifully responsive, my dear. I’m going to enjoy your delectable little ass later tonight in the dungeon—providing you still have the energy after we’re done here this afternoon.” She felt the wet, cold steel of the plug and her eyes snapped forward, eager to see it being inserted. “The camera offers a whole new perspective, doesn’t it?”

“Yes, sir, I like watching what you do to me,” she breathed. When the plug reached its widest girth, he paused, holding it there for a moment before giving it the final push home. The juices of her arousal flowed steadily and ran down the inside of her thighs. She knew the paddle wasn’t going to be pleasant on already warm cheeks, but from experience, she also knew that each smack was going to cause her pussy to ache with need.

He put a hand on her ass, rubbing over the areas he had spanked. “Looks like that pretty shade of red has lightened up, doesn’t it?”

“Yes, sir,” she squeaked, knowing the paddle was near.

“We should fix that.” The loud crack from the wood landed dead center on one of her pink cheeks. She yelped as the heat instantly renewed itself and the prickly sensation fanned out. Another landed quickly on the same cheek and she gritted her teeth at not being able to pull forward even a little.

“Kind of sucks being restrained so tightly, doesn’t it?” he asked, sounding amused and gave her another just a tad lower than the last.