Michaels, Skye - Calleigh's Collar [Le Club 1] (Siren Publishing Classic) (7 page)

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“You know, Robbie, even if Calleigh doesn’t want anything to do with this, I still think Adrienne deserves a taste of her own medicine. I know Calleigh was just blowing off steam, but this could actually work. I really feel bad that I might have gotten Calleigh into this situation.” Paula was feeling a little guilty about this whole episode.

“Well, how would you feel about going ahead with the plan and not telling Calleigh about it?” Robbie asked. “We could tell Adrienne Calleigh liked her punishment so much that she wants another one, only from someone with a ‘firmer hand.’”

Paula thought about it for a moment. Calleigh was a soft-hearted, sweet-natured person, and Paula knew she could never be a part of a revenge plot like this. On the other hand, Paula was fiercely loyal and protective of her friends. She and Calleigh had been best friends for many years, and she was not about to let someone hurt and humiliate her best friend and get away with it! “Yes, I think we should plan it out and see if it could work.”

“I could reserve the room for tomorrow morning, how about 11:00? That would give us time to get up, have breakfast with the guys, and get into costume,” Robbie replied.

Paula piped in, “We could get those schoolgirl uniforms Trent told me about from Wardrobe. Those short, pleated skirts with the white panties showing underneath are so cute. What a kick that would be!”

“Okay, I say we go for it,” Robbie exclaimed.

“Let’s think about this for a minute, Robbie. Could we get in trouble?” Paula asked tentatively, having second thoughts. “Calleigh does not need any more trouble, and frankly, neither do we.”

“I don’t see how. Adrienne’s bound by a confidentiality agreement and release as well, and she would be coming to the room of her own free will. She could use the safe word if she was willing to be totally ridiculed and banned from the club for a month. Members aren’t banned permanently for using the safe word,” she explained. She giggled delightedly. “That’s actually one of my favorite scenes—the naughty schoolgirl and the stern principal. Or even better! Sister Immaculata gets visited by a grown student bent on revenge for the many paddlings she gave him! We could ask Adrienne to come dressed as Sister Immaculata! What a
hoot!
”

“Let’s go for it! We can always change our minds at the last minute and leave ‘Sister’ hanging,” Paula said. Just thinking about a grand revenge on behalf of her friend lightened her mood and eased her mind.
The best revenge is served cold, as they say
.

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Jason was thinking and pacing back and forth in the living room of the suite while he waited for Calleigh to change her clothes. All the talking in the world wouldn’t make a difference if Calleigh couldn’t make the leap of faith and trust him. He was coming to realize just how much that trust meant to him. She had been in his mind and heart for over two years, and he didn’t want to lose this opportunity to cement their relationship.
What about that collar with the pink diamond heart I bought on a whim last year and put away in my safe? What was that all about?
He hadn’t really fully explained that purchase to himself.

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When Calleigh finally joined him, Steele was seated in a brocade wingchair, and now Calleigh began pacing back and forth across the living room. “I don’t know, Steele. I’m scared.”

“Do you honestly think I would really hurt you? Yes, your ass will be red and sore, and then it will be over with for good and all, no further legal problems hanging over your head. We’ll deal with this together. Do you trust me?”

“Yes, I trust you,” she replied with a tremor in her voice, and she realized that deep down where it counted she really did trust him. “I know that the spanking play up until now was just for fun and pleasure. This is something entirely different. You have to know that this isn’t easy for me, Jason. We have known each other for a long time, and I have to admit I think I had a little crush on you. We worked well together and enjoy each other’s company, at least I enjoy yours,” she corrected herself. “I thought we really connected at dinner last night. Not to mention, umm…” The color rose in her cheeks as she remembered the stunning orgasm she had had. “We seem sexually compatible.”

“I’ll say,” he interrupted.

“But this is really scary.” Calleigh sat down in a chair across from Jason. “Robbie said we should camp it up and really yank their chains. I should wear a school uniform and play naughty schoolgirl just so they know they didn’t have the last word and scare the shit out of me!”

“That’s my girl,” he said, clearly trying to encourage her. “I feel terrible that you are so frightened. I know how awful this is for you.” His sympathetic reaction did not make her feel any less afraid, but it did reveal a side of him that she really liked. She was starting to feel warm and fuzzy when he snapped her back to reality. “There has only been one punishment delivered here before. A Dom was disciplined for exceeding the ten-stroke limit and injuring a sub. He’s no longer a member,” he said. “Before you are bound to the spanking bench, you will be told to pick out the instrument—crop, paddle, cane, strap, belt, etcetera.”

“What should I pick? The paddle?”

“No, that curved leather paddle will sting like a bitch, and I can’t manipulate it as well. I believe it’s Adrienne’s favorite. Better to choose the short-handled strap. I can control the strokes more easily with that. I don’t want any overlapping strikes to leave welts. It’s really all about the drama, baby.”

“Oh. My. God.”

“Come here, subbie. Such a brave girl! How about some positive reinforcement training,” he said with a growl. “Strip and assume the position.”

“Yes, Master Steele,” she said as she stripped off her clothes and kneeled before him, head bowed. Looking up, she smiled into his smoky gray eyes and, reaching for his zipper, she asked, “May I, Master?” Calleigh wanted to express her trust and commitment in a physical way, to give Jason the gift of her submission and maybe even her heart.

“Yes, slave.” Slowly she eased the zipper down and his engorged cock sprang free. His shaft, long and thick, pulsed in her hand. Calleigh took his beautiful, hard cock in her mouth, savoring the masculine taste and scent of him, slowly running her tongue around the glans and over the slit at the tip. She licked the small, pearly drop waiting there. Carefully, she took him fully into her mouth, sucking with a gentle pressure, easing his length in and out, swirling her tongue over the head. Moving faster, then slower, then harder, then softer, she brought him to the edge of completion then eased back again over and over as he had done to her. Teasing, keeping the final satisfaction just out of reach, she played with him. She took his balls gently into her mouth and softly tongued them with little butterfly strokes, then returned her attention to his cock. “Too much, baby, I’m gonna come.” A burst of hot semen shot into her mouth, and she swallowed the precious seed greedily, loving the feel, touch, and smell of him. She held him in her mouth as he slowly softened, savoring the feeling of peace and contentment.

Steele leaned back, looking boneless and replete with pleasure. He pulled her into his lap and kissed her slowly and fully, tasting his seed on her tongue. Rising easily from the chair with her in his arms, he strode to the bedroom and gently deposited her on the bed, joining her to cuddle and nap the afternoon away.

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Steele and Calleigh dined on the private veranda of the suite, not wanting to appear in public prior to the evening’s event. She was too nervous to enjoy the meal. “I’m coming out of my skin!” she exclaimed. “I wish this was over with.”

“Me too, baby. I’m as nervous over this as you are.”

“I doubt that, Steele. It’s not your ass on the line.” Calleigh was terrified of not only the pain to come but also the public humiliation. She would be stripped naked and beaten in front of a room full of strangers. The only way she could get through this would be her total and complete trust in Jason.

“Actually, it is…as your beautiful ass belongs to me. I’m not inclined to share it with anyone else, visually or otherwise, ever again.”
God, it’s true. This is my woman, and I have been waiting a long time for her
. It was obvious to him now that Calleigh had been the reason several of his promising relationships had fizzled before they had really gotten started. He realized that in his heart he had been waiting for her all along, and now he had to participate in this “witch hunt” or worse with the woman he was beginning to think he was in love with.

Calleigh blinked, looking surprised. “I didn’t know you felt that way, Jason, that you had such strong feelings for me. I have to admit that my feelings for you have been growing stronger and stronger as well.”

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In the Sea Island Suite, Paula and Trent were relaxing on the veranda. “Come on, sub, let’s try some more sensation training—explore your outer limits,” Trent said as he drew her over to the foot of the bed.

Well, maybe I am actually about to have some fun
.

“Pull up your skirt, kneel on the bench, and bend over the foot of the bed,” he directed,

Well, maybe not
. She hesitated. “Master, I’m really not comfortable…”

“I don’t remember asking you if you were comfortable, sub. Now follow orders or use your safe word and leave,” he ordered.

“I won’t use my safe word and leave Calleigh here alone!”

“Since when are you concerned about Calleigh?” he asked. “As far as I can tell that has not been a priority. Now,” he continued, “I think it’s time you learned to ride the ‘fickle finger of fate.’”

“What is the ‘fickle finger of fate,’ Master?” she asked as a jolt of apprehension, tempered by pleasure, speared straight to her pussy, unleashing a flood of moisture.

“Bend over, crack a smile, and find out!” When she reluctantly did as instructed, he slowly ran his hands over her bare bottom and wet pussy, spreading her cheeks and pussy lips. “When I insert my finger in your pussy, you have permission to pleasure yourself but not to come. You are the slave so you will do the work,” he said as he gave her upraised butt a smart slap and inserted something finger shaped but covered in little nubs with a rubberlike texture into her pussy.

“My God, Master, what is that?” she gasped.

“Just a little sensation enhancement,” he replied as he lightly stroked her clit with his thumb. “Now, move your butt, sub.”

Tentatively, Paula began to rotate her hips against the textured finger he kept inserted in her pussy. The sensation was intense, but as she tried to apply more pressure, he lightened the contact. She pumped more vigorously, but he retreated, keeping satisfaction just out of reach. “You need to learn patience, sub. You need to earn your rewards.”

He stroked a moistened finger over her tiny puckered anus and she bucked. “Please, Master, don’t do that.”

“Quiet, sub. You will get used to this. Maybe tomorrow we’ll have you wear a butt plug and start to stretch those anal muscles. What do you think?” he said.

“I don’t think I’ll like that, Master,” she replied.

“We’ll see.” His finger came out of her sucking pussy with a pop as he disengaged.

“Please, Master, don’t stop yet. I need…”

“Not today, sub,” he said with a grimace.

With a sigh, Paula knew she was not going to get off tonight either, and that was just not right! As she stood up, Paula noticed that his cock was rock hard and he had a tense look on his face. She wondered why, with his desire for her evident, he was denying both of them the release they craved.

Chapter Thirteen

At 8:30, dressed in the short schoolgirl uniform with the requisite frilled, white panties, saddle shoes, and kneesocks, her hair in two pigtails, Calleigh accompanied Steele to the Playroom. The room was crowded with club members and their subs, club staff, and dungeon monitors, all in a wide variety of BDSM attire. To Calleigh it looked like Halloween on steroids, and not in a good way! She was as on edge and as nervous as she had ever been in her life. Steele was in full Dom mode, wearing low-slung, tight black jeans and black alligator cowboy boots, and his broad, dark-haired chest was bare. He kept his hand around her arm and steered her toward the spanking bench that had been placed in the center of the room and lit with a bright spotlight. The bench resembled a sawhorse with heavy padding across the top and was secured to the floor for stability.