Authors: Avery Gale
“Jenna, are you ready? Why didn’t you answer the door when I knocked?” Mitch had deliberately used his Dom voice, hoping to set the tone for the punishment she was going to receive. Her startled gasp and wide eyes told him that he’d startled her. Damn Colt was going to add swats for this, no doubt.
“Shit! You scared me! I didn’t hear you. I’ve been thinking and worrying a bit.” She’d started out angry at being startled, but she’d picked up his demeanor and was quickly sliding right into a sub mind-set. Perfect!
Should have thought about this before you went prancing out of the spa and Club earlier, sweet cheeks, now your man is going to warm that pretty little ass of yours right up.
He turned to her and closed the door. “I’m going to inspect you to be sure you are properly attired before we go. Go to the bed and lean over it, move your feet shoulder-width apart.” She was wearing the very short and
very
sheer dress Colt had sent up to her room earlier, and God knew he didn’t have any trouble seeing that she didn’t have on a bra or panties, but the inspection wasn’t really about verifying that she’d worn the clothes she was supposed to, it was about establishing power and checking how wet she was so that they’d know if what happened from this point forward was arousing her or not. Women’s bodies were brutally honest even when their words or expressions attempted to camouflage their real feelings. He also had a nice little bullet vibrator, a small butt plug, and a tube of lube in his pocket, she was going to get a taste of how it felt to take a stroll with her pussy aching with need. Oh yeah, the remote control was going to let him give sweet Jenna a few “Oh shit” moments on the way to The Club. He would hand it over to Colt when they met in the main room of The Club. Almost every member of the security team was going to witness her punishment, they were owed this for the reaming they’d taken for letting Jenna and Rissa just walk right past them. He and Colt were still steaming about that, and the Lamonts had nearly come apart at the seams when they’d heard about the huge lapse in security.
Jenna’s brothers had no desire to see their sister stripped naked and punished publically and had put some pretty heavy restrictions in place, but they had ultimately agreed that her Dom should be allowed to punish her in a way he thought appropriate. She wouldn’t be sitting comfortably for a few days, but then neither would Rissa.
When Jenna had bent over, he walked over and flipped up her skirt, exposing her bare ass, he ran his fingers through her folds and found they were moistening quickly.
Yes, Colt’s little warrior pixie is a true submissive.
Reaching into his pocket, he withdrew the lube. After applying a generous amount to both her puckered rear hole and his fingers, he began rimming her, and then slowly pushed in two fingers at the same time. He heard her gasp and watched as she clutched the duvet in her fists at the same time she moaned and pushed back into him. “You’re doing fine, sweetness. I’m going to put a plug in your ass now, relax and press back into it.” He felt the rush of moisture from her pussy slide onto his fingers, God, she was so very responsive. “Good girl, almost there.” He continued to fuck her ass with the plug, gaining ground with each stroke. It was a much larger plug than they had used last time, but still wasn’t a large as Colt’s cock. They had wanted her stretched but not so that she was completely prepared. That pinch of pain during the scene was going to be a part of her punishment, and she would know it soon enough. Finally seating the plug all the way, he could visibly see the muscles of her ass flexing. He slowly massaged her ass, then slid his fingers between her thighs and pressed the bullet vibrator deep into her vaginal opening using his long, slender middle finger to be sure it was up against her G-spot.
Oh, sweetheart, you are in for a ride.
Laughing to himself, he made sure his features were impassive before pulling her back to her feet.
Jenna felt unsteady when Mitch pulled her back to her feet. She wasn’t sure if it was from standing so quickly or because of sensation overload. Holy shit, she felt so full, how on earth was she supposed to walk with these things stuck up her privates?
Holy crap, what have I gotten myself into? This is just over-the-top, I can’t do this.
Just as she was about to tell Mitch that she’d changed her mind, something inside of her started to vibrate, and she heard a strange animalistic noise. Just as it registered in her mind that the sound had come from her, she felt her knees buckle.
Mitch had already put his hand on her arm to steady her when she’d stood up and swayed precariously, so he wasn’t at all surprised when he switched on the bullet that her knees had gone out from under her. Her eyes had practically rolled back in her head. He’d been listening to her thoughts all the time he’d been in the room, and they had been scattered. They’d raced from concern for her new friend, Rissa, to worry about letting Colt down in front of his men, to fear that she wasn’t going to be brave enough to face the punishment, to a complete whiteout from sensation. He found it interesting that she hadn’t once thought about the pain.
“Whoa, steady now. Take a couple of deep breaths, you’re doing fine. Just so you know, that is the lowest setting, and you will be experiencing the higher settings before we are done playing. Now, let’s get moving, your Master is waiting.” He wasn’t going to tell her that Rissa would not be participating in this scene. He would be meting out her punishment in private. Dylan Marshall had been adamant that even though he wasn’t willing to share all the details, public punishment was absolutely not going to happen. He had come clear out of his chair, and the man who was renowned in The Club as being even more detached than Alex Lamont had nearly become a raving lunatic until he realized that everyone was simply staring at him, bewildered.
As Mitch started for the door, he pointed at her feet. “Lose the shoes, those weren’t delivered to you this afternoon. You’ll be getting extra strokes for that infraction also. Now come along.” Jenna quickly toed off her fuck-me stilettos and hurried to walk through the door he was holding open. While he closed the door behind them, she took a deep breath, and he had to suppress a smile when he heard her quoting a children’s book he’d read to his four-year-old niece just last week.
I think I can, I think I can, I think I can…
Chapter 28
It was the longest walk in history. Jenna knew it had to be true. When had the damned Club been moved so far from the house? Christ, every step she took caused the plug Mitch had shoved up her ass to shift, which in turn moved that blasted bullet vibrator, and he seemed to have an obsession with fondling that stinking remote control. Fuck it all, she’d had to stop the take deep breaths several times and they hadn’t even gotten into The Club’s main room, where her punishment was supposed to be administered.
Geez, talk about a bunch of damned drama queens. They sure are making a really big deal out of this just in case anyone was interested in my opinion.
Mitch just walked along beside Jenna and tried to not react to her wayward thoughts. God only knew if she remembered his gift, she’d be much more careful, and he had to chuckle about the “drama queens” remark, and he’d be sure to mention that during the scene, just to remind her that he’d been listening in while they’d been making their way over here. Sure it was being dramatized for her benefit, but she’d understand the reasoning eventually.
Colt had gone into Rissa’s Spa to let her know that plans had changed and that she would be answering to Master Mitch at a later date. She had seemed surprised, then leery as to why she would be dealing one-on-one with Grayson.
Because our illustrious Sheriff Marshall went bat-shit crazy when he heard you were going to be punished in front of the security team, but declined to explain why, little one.
He’d also instructed her to stay in the backroom of her spa until she was given the all clear. They didn’t need her walking in on Jenna’s punishment scene until they knew exactly what they were dealing with in her background. Extreme caution was the path they would be following. When she had started to argue, he’d simply said he would be happy to pass along any comments or concerns and let Master Mitch adjust her punishment accordingly. He’d had to work hard to suppress his laughter at her wide eyes and gaping mouth.
Yeah, babe, widen that mouth open and see what Grayson does with that!
He’d been relatively sure she’d follow his instructions, but he’d placed one of the valets outside her door, just in case.
* * * *
Walking into the large room known as the Main Lounge of The ShadowDance Club, Jenna came to a dead stop when she saw at least twelve men in sitting in the semidark room facing a small stage that was lit with soft white- and pale-rose-colored spotlights. At the center of the stage was what looked like a large wooden picture frame with large eyebolts on the inside at each corner. Mitch had been right behind her and walked right up so that his chest pressed against her back. She didn’t know if he was making sure she knew she couldn’t turn and run, or if he was worried her knees were going to give way again. Jenna stood rod stiff for a few seconds while the angel on one shoulder battled the devil on the other.
Sure, you two battle it out, by the time you make a blasted decision I’ll be up to my ass in alligators here.
She wasn’t sure, but she thought she’d heard Mitch snort with laughter, and when she looked over her shoulder he seemed to be working hard to hide a smile.
Shit, I forgot he can hear my thoughts, damn it all to hell. What all was I stewing over on the way here?
“Don’t worry about it now, sweet cheeks, too late for that, let’s get this over with. Now walk straight to the stage and stand in front of Master Colt with your head lowered, chin to chest. Let’s go.” Mitch kept his tone cool and direct. Christ if his dick got any harder, he’d never make it through this scene without embarrassing himself, and he hadn’t done that since he was fifteen.
Jenna’s legs felt like they were made of Jell-O, she wasn’t even sure she was going to be able to walk up the three steps to the stage. When she was in front of Colt, she started to tremble, he looked so intimidating standing there with his black leather pants and boots. His black silk shirt was open to the middle of his massive chest and with his feet planted shoulder-width apart and his hands on his hips, he looked like a stereotypical Hell’s Angel. All he was missing was a tricked-out Harley and a couple of serpent tattoos.
Okay, he’s scary, but damn hot, too.
She remembered she wasn’t supposed to be looking him up and down like he was a prime piece of steak and quickly ducked her head.
Christ but Colt would love to know what had been going through her mind. She’d been looking him up and down, her eyes filled with lust, and when he’d raised an eyebrow at her, she’d quickly ducked her head, and fucking Grayson had nearly burst out laughing. Colt had given Grayson a questioning look, but the jerk had only grinned from ear to ear and given him the “You’re good to go” signal.
* * * *
Colt had given her nearly a whole minute to get herself together, and when her breathing seemed to be closer to normal, he finally spoke. “Jenna, look at me.” Colt’s words were harsh and loud enough that everyone in the room would have heard him. She flinched and slowly raised her face to his. “Do you know why you are being punished?”
“Yes, Master.” Jenna’s voice was so soft he’d barely heard her himself, and he was sure no one else had.
“Speak up, sub, if you are going to be bold enough to disobey, you should damn well be bold enough to speak up now.” Colt wanted to teach her a lesson, and want to emphasize that her safety would always be his priority. But he didn’t want to see her become meek and mousey, it wasn’t who she was, fuck, that wasn’t the woman he’d fallen in love with. When she still hadn’t said anything, he said, “I want to hear from the Jenna Lamont that keeps Lamont Oil running like a finely tuned machine, I don’t want a sub who is afraid of who she is and shrinks away from a punishment she knows she’d earned.” He raised an eyebrow in challenge and was pleased when he saw the spark in her eyes.
Jenna knew he’d challenged her intentionally. His message about admiring her strength had been received loud and clear. He was trying to tell her he believed in her, knew she’d be able to handle what was coming. God she loved him so much in that moment she felt like a huge burden had been lifted from her shoulders. She’d cleared her throat and spoke clearly. “I am being punished because I disobeyed my Master’s instruction to not leave the spa without a security escort, and by that action, I disrespected not only my Master, but every member of the security team that had been charged with my safety.”
In that moment, Colt wanted nothing more than to call this whole thing off. Fuck it, she had just given the most perfect answer, hell, if he’d scripted it for her it wouldn’t have been any better. He’d watched the expressions of some of the other Doms in the room, and their looks of surprise and then respect had told him he wasn’t the only one with a new level of respect for this woman. Christ but he loved her. She was absolutely the most amazing woman he’d ever known. He nodded his approval of her answer then simply said, “Strip.”