How to Reprimand Your Rock Star (DommeNation #2) (8 page)

After a few more rounds, the game was nearly tied. Wes with HORS and me with HOR.

“What’cha got for me, HOR?” he asked, conspicuously making it sound like
whore
.

At this point, more people had migrated out to the court and we had quite the audience.

“A spanking,” I replied, taking a left layup and adding a twist at the end. I sailed through the air, ball rolling off the tip of my fingers, twirling with a final flourish. It was hard for me; it would be impossible for him.

Wes ran in for the shot, missed, and earned his E. He landed on the ground with a whiny grunt.

The crowd cheered and I nodded, trying not to gloat.

Donelle and Reese ran out to the court and gave me matching high fives. “Nice job!”

“Hey ladies,” I said to them, beckoning to the loser who stood brooding under the hoop, “Wes has a little something he’d like to say to you.”

Wes walked behind me with his head down, and for a moment I liked him. He was almost submissive. Then I gagged at the thought of him actually submitting. Still, it was nice to see him lowered.

“Well?” I said as he stood in front of our captains.

He looked between them, nostrils flaring. He was still pissed. “Thea’s a lush and shouldn’t be allowed to play on your team.”

I shoved him. “The fuck, Wes? You said you’d tell them the truth.”

He wrinkled his nose. “That’s the truth.”

I shook my head as Donelle and Reese stared wide-eyed at the two of us. “Wesley, what the fuck was the reason for you two to play that game if you were going to stand here and be a little shit?” Reese asked.

“Because Thea’s a fucking cunt who doesn’t deserve to be playing D I.”

Just then, the captains of the boys’ team showed up, clearly interested by the shouting.

Donelle pointed to Wes. “You need to get this one in line.”

The captain, Russell Johnson, got in Wes’s face. “Are you bothering these ladies?” he asked.

Wes cowed. “No, just Pops here is being a slovenly asshole and I told her captains.”

Reese stepped forward. “Thea hasn’t had a sip tonight, and if she were drunk, that would mean she’s a better basketball player than a sober dude with a chip on his shoulder.”

I looked at Russell. “Wes is trying to blackmail me with a picture of me drinking the night of the ACC loss. It was his drink, and I didn’t take one sip. I played a game of Horse with him so that he’d tell my captains the truth. Instead, he proved that he’s a pathetic, lying little prick.”

Russ stood at his full height, six eight, and looked down at six-three Wes. “Is this true?” he said, low voice rumbling across the porch. Everyone on both teams was watching now.

Wes nodded without a word.

Russell poked his long pointer finger into Wes’s chest. “Consider yourself on probation.” He turned and looked at me. “Sorry he gave you any trouble.”

Donelle put her arm around me. “The only trouble is the smackdown Thea gave him tonight. Keep control of your freshmen and keep them out of our faces,” she said then turned to me. “You did good.”

I breathed in and out slowly and chalked up one more small victory.

“Did you read the book?” Scarlett asked.

I snorted. “Are you my Kink 101 professor? Yes, I did my homework.”

“Good, you’ve passed my first test. I have a gift for you.”

Was being into bondage something that required initiation, like a frat? Maybe she and I could start a kinky sorority together, Beta Delta Sigma Mu. I’d be curious to watch faces as they walked by a sorority house that read
BDSM
.

“Um, thanks?”

“I was thinking about the fact that you won’t see your new sub for another week and realized I have a little something for you. To help train you for your relationship and your next game. To get you in the zone,” Scarlett said.

My nose wrinkled. This was a Domme, not a coach. “What do you mean,
get into the zone
? You don’t even play basketball?” I whined into the phone. Seriously, I was getting game-day tips from a kinkster?

“Shoosh, you. I know you’re going to need to focus on your next game and if your head is all full of your smexy weekend with a submissive hunk, you can’t,” Scarlett said.

I rolled my eyes at the phone, grateful she couldn’t see. I didn’t tell her that Keaton and I hadn’t actually consummated our relationship yet, and I don’t think serious make outs were enough to warrant him being my submissive hunk, but whatever. I didn’t even know if I’d ever see him again. I just hoped I would. “Okay, fine, I have an hour. We have to be at practice at five.” I checked the time, it was only three.

“Good,” Scarlett said, voice like a whip. “Don’t worry about what to wear . . . I’ll provide.”

My eyes bugged and she hung up.

What to wear?
I shrugged it off and headed over to the Golden Apple, going over the last game in my head. I thought about my mistakes, the highlights, and really tried to imagine how the next rounds would go.

All I knew for sure is that North Carolina and Miami meant Keaton.

When I approached Scarlett’s domain, I noticed a familiar face heading into the store. Nico, the cute and overly talkative guy from class. Shit, I’d have to pretend I was buying crystals. Maybe he was in there buying incense. He did strike me as a potential stoner, so there you go.

But when I stepped inside, he was gone. Maybe I was wrong. I blinked my eyes and searched around the store for any witnesses of me entering the back room. There was a black-haired employee at the register, arranging small stones in a web-like pattern. I left her to her game and slipped past the pink curtains.

Scarlett stood by the rack of cuffs, lost in thought.

“Hey,” I said, approaching her. She was wearing black leather pants and a white bustier with black piping. The contrast was really striking, and of course she looked good in anything. I wondered how much of that effect was her commanding presence and how much was that she had a long and curvy body.

She smiled at me. “So glad you could make it. Come with me,” she said hurriedly, grabbing my hand and pulling me toward a dressing room door. “Your outfit’s in there. It’s a loaner for today.”

I chuckled nervously and stepped inside. Wow. It was a pair of white leather pants, and a black bustier with white piping—the exact opposite of what Scarlett was wearing. What was her plan? She had also provided a skimpy white thong and some platform heels. How nice. I nearly laughed as I imagined myself a year ago looking at this outfit and expecting to put it on. Hell, even a month ago I would have been stunned at myself.

Stripping down to nothing, I eyed the clothing with a mix of excitement and dismay. Keaton wasn’t here, so what did she want me to do? I didn’t want to cheat on him, but at the same time he never said we were exclusive. Or even dating, really. He just called me his goddess and wanted me to tie him up, and we did some hot making out and stuff. “We aren’t anything official, you know,” I said. “And I don’t owe him anything . . . yet.”

I stepped out nervously and Scarlett nodded in approval. Again, she took my hand and led me to another door as I teetered in the uncomfortable boots to the next room. Only this one wasn’t a dressing room stall. I glanced to my right and saw there was a few more like it down a short hall. This place was deceptively big. Scarlett opened the door and shoved me in.

“Happy birthday,” she said, placing her hands on my shoulders and giving me a rub.

I nearly spun around and left, but her hands anchored me to the spot. “It’s . . . not my birthday.”

Those words were all I could manage while staring down at a completely naked and prone classmate.

“Hey Thea,” he said with a smirk. His longish hair flopped around his head, making a halo on what looked like an elevated twin bed. He was . . . excited. I wanted to cry. Here was a classmate I’d have to see every day, and now he was nude and erect and I wish she had blindfolded his eyes because he identified me. I’d be outed as some sort of freaky weirdo and my life on campus would be over. Why was she doing this?

“Don’t worry,” Scarlett whispered in my ear. “He’s one of us.”

I swallowed, confident in the knowledge I wouldn’t be able to speak.

“It’s okay,” he said, echoing Scarlett’s sentiments. “I started coming here in the fall and I was terrified someone would recognize me. It’s a safe place, okay? We can do what we like.” Nico smiled, a big, thousand-watt smile, and I felt less afraid.

Less afraid of being caught, but possibly more anxious about what Scarlett wanted me to do. I was not going to sleep with him.

Well, not sleep. I should cut it out with the euphemisms now that I was “one of them.”

As if reading my mind, she spoke. “Nico needs a little training, Thea. You’re very new at all this, so I figured a practice session would do you both a world of good. And throw in me, the professional, for good measure.”

“I don’t follow,” I said dumbly.

Scarlett winked at me. “I thought the three of us could play.”

I thought the only playing I would be doing without Keaton was winning a national championship. My heart thundered. I was as scared as I was excited.

Scarlett gestured to the wall, where she had hung a skein of rope, two pairs of leather wrist and ankle cuffs, and a couple different tools. One was a flogger, one was a tawse, and the other was some sort of pointy wheel. “Thea, what would please you the most? Do you want to give our little subbie in training a nice beating, or would you rather take out your aggressions with some rope work? Or his tongue?” She smiled at him and he positively beamed back at her. Scarlett placed her hand on his hip and gave it a pat, like she was saying he was a good boy.

He seemed much more obedient and decidedly less cheeky than Keaton.

Keaton.

Would he feel this was cheating if I tied Nico up or gave him a spanking? I mean, as long as I wasn’t kissing him or fucking him, it wasn’t being unfaithful.

And he’s a rock star who probably has never heard the word faithful,
my subconscious lectured.
Have a little fun.

“The tawse,” I said, finding my voice. I kicked myself in the butt mentally and just decided to go with it. “And some rope.” There was something magnetic about Nico, sort of what I felt when I first met Scarlett. A pull. I didn’t know how to interpret it. Maybe it was a kinky-attracting-kinky kind of thing.

Scarlett clapped her hands together. “Good! Because I want to use this,” she said, running her hand up his cock.

Oh! This was going to be, um, a little more interesting than I had anticipated.

I focused on the rope instead of Scarlett’s unlacing of her leather pants.

“I can’t wait to see how Thea ties you up, young man. You’ve been so patient.”

He nodded and she brushed his hair out of his eyes.

“A quick learner, this one,” Scarlett said, but I wasn’t sure if she was talking about me or Nico. I moved down by his feet and began to create a two-column tie, something I saw on the Internet after reading some of Scarlett’s book. So I googled what “kinky” really was. And I liked it. I wanted to do this rope work neatly and efficiently to impress Scarlett, but I felt as though her attention were elsewhere. I glanced over and saw I was correct: Her attention was clearly on the small, narrow plug in her hand. She was lubing it up. My eyes widened and I went back to my work.

I looked at the tie and the knot and wanted to give myself a pat on the back. I had only looked up bondage how-to videos twice, but already seemed like a pro. At this rate I could be a kinbaku master within the month. I heard Nico moan loudly and guessed what Scarlett was up to.

“You get to fuck me only if I fuck you,” she said to him, and he whimpered. I didn’t know straight men could like that, but judging by Nico’s reaction, it was heavenly. I picked up the second skein of rope and moved up to his head so I could do his arms. His face was at crotch level and I wanted to move, but part of me liked the feeling of his breath on my body. As I began to bind his wrists, I watched as Scarlett hopped up on the bed and slid Nico inside her in one swift move.

“I’ll try not to rock the bed too hard, sweetheart,” she said, giving me a wink. “I want those knots pretty like my young man here.”

Nico, whose eyes should really have been on the fuckhot Domme bouncing up on top of him, was watching me the whole time. I squirmed, turned on but uncomfortable with the feeling. I wanted Keaton, not Nico or Scarlett. Still, I couldn’t take my eyes off the two people grinding and moaning right next to me.

Finishing the knot, I watched, albeit reluctantly at first.

And I got a little mad. Why did Scarlett want me here? She was just fucking this young, and admittedly very hot, muscular sub. Why me?

“Aren’t you going to use the tawse, Thea? Go a little easy, since he’s not a masochist. He just likes a bit of sting,” she said, still writhing in passion on top of Nico. Her hand was wedged behind her and I saw her make small pumping motions between his legs.

I nodded and grabbed the leather tool.

“Tell Nico he’s a naughty boy for getting fucked in the ass,” she said.

I brought the tawse against his sweaty thigh with a brutal whack. “Slut.”

Scarlett chuckled. “Go on.”

I thwacked the tawse against his flank. “And I have another boy in mind. How do you think he’d feel knowing there was some sexy submissive slut staring at my tits? He’d want to rip your head off.”

Scarlett bucked harder. “Do it, Thea.”

I brought the tawse under his chin and held it tightly against his throat. “And if you so much as breathe a word of this to anyone, I’ll be using something a little stronger than this on you.” The words came out in a breathy hiss and he grunted hard.

Nico and Scarlett came together, and the heat between my legs became nearly unbearable. Part of me wanted to fuck him with Scarlett watching, but another part of me just wanted to keep seeing them together and maybe just touch myself. I had no idea what my body wanted, except that it just wanted release.

Quickly and quietly, Nico gathered his things and dressed in the corner. Scarlett pulled something out of the drawer under the bed and held it behind her back. If Nico saw it, he didn’t comment.

“Honey, you did great. You’re going to be such a pro at this.”

I nodded in thanks.

Scarlett continued. “Here’s a little something to take the edge off,” she said, pulling the item out from behind her back and showing it to me. Nico let himself out without a word.

I squinted. “What is that?”

She clucked her tongue. “Come on, you don’t have to be kinky to know what a Rabbit is.”

I shook my head. “That doesn’t look like any rabbit I’ve ever seen.” It was a large, cock-shaped vibrator with some weird attachments. At the base, where balls would be, were . . . actually, they were balls. Tiny pearls crammed into a soft pouch. Then, protruding from the front was what looked like a bullet vibrator with bunny ears.

Oh, okay,
Rabbit.

“What the hell is all this for?” I asked touching the plastic over the ears and marveling at the lengths people go to for pleasure.

She tapped my head. “You’re my protégée. And college kids typically can’t afford much more than pizza. Anyway, I like you and I want to help you become the powerful bitch you have always wanted to be.”

“Every little girl’s dream,” I joked. “I meant what is this for,” I clarified, waving the big . . . thing.

“This little bunny’s going to be your best friend while your boy’s away,” she said, cracking the plastic and removing it. “Slide it in this way, with the ears facing out,” Scarlett said, demonstrating with her fingers, “then the rabbit ears will be settled right in around each side of your clitoral hood.”

I frowned. “This sounds very difficult.” I couldn’t deny my absurd state of arousal, but still, the lipstick tube was much easier. Plus, this was very thick. Maybe I’d just use the little rabbit part and not the giant dick part.

She leaned in. “I promised you would go to your practice relaxed and rewarded. After that performance with Nico and after less than five minutes with your bunny, you’ll be good to go.”

I took the Rabbit with a skeptical smirk. “I trust you.”

A low chuckle rumbled from her throat and she turned and left me alone with her gift. And sure enough, in less than five minutes, I felt ready to win the next round already.