Authors: Morgan Ashbury
Both he and Marcus had dressed completely in black, shirt and pants made of the finest linen.
Chastity stood close enough that Jordan could feel her trembling.
Michael took her coat without looking at her. Chastity might think she needed a collar to be marked as Jordan’s sub, but anyone versed in the lifestyle would get the message just from Jordan’s attitude toward her.
“Good crowd tonight?” Jordan asked. His real reason for the chit-chat was to give the woman beside him the chance to calm her nerves before they went out onto the floor. He knew for certain she’d never appeared in public in anything quite as revealing as the costume she wore. He gave her full marks for working on the concept of relinquishing control. He’d presented her with the outfit, and she’d only hesitated a couple of minutes before she put it on.
“Very good, sir. Bev asked if you had a moment, to stop in and see her. She’s in the schoolroom.”
He turned to look at Marcus. “Good timing,” he said to the other man.
“It is.”
“Schoolroom?” Chastity asked after they stepped into the ground floor bar area.
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“We have several themed rooms,” Jordan replied. “The schoolroom is one of the most popular.”
“And Mistress Bev, one of the most interesting ‘teachers’ you’ll ever meet.” Marcus added.
“I see,” Chastity said.
Jordan laughed, because it was clear to both him and Marcus that she didn’t see at all.
Colored spotlights swept the dance floor, flickering off and on in time with the music. Used to the surreal effect by now, Jordan scanned the sea of moving bodies. Yes, a very good crowd tonight.
He took Chastity’s hand and brought it to his lips. She turned her gaze to him and he read a trace of culture shock on her face. “Let’s go upstairs.”
“Do you want a drink, Jordan?” Marcus had to ask close to his ear to be heard over the sound.
“Yes, the usual, for us both.” He shot a look at Chastity, and when she lowered her eyes he knew she understood that if she got a drink, it would be
after
.
“Are you going to see Bev right now?” Marcus asked.
“Yes. Bring our drinks up there.”
He didn’t speak to Chastity as he led her up the stairs. When she seemed inclined to take a minute at the top and look down over the club’s dance floor he stood beside her and let her look her fill.
“I feel like I’ve entered a totally different world.”
“You have.”
She seemed steadier. Marcus came up the steps carrying two drinks. Keeping one for himself he handed the other to Jordan.
Perrier with lime had become his standard drink while at the club, whether he was working, or playing.
“Are you ready for what comes next?”
Chastity pulled her eyes away from the crowd, her look steady as she gave him a slight nod.
“Then let’s go.”
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* * * *
She understood why they called this room the schoolroom. In many ways it resembled just that, complete with a chalkboard and a formidable-looking woman standing at the front of the room.
Not far from her thoughts all afternoon was the promise Jordan had made to her in the park. He fully intended to spank her, and in front of a crowd at that. Part of her had wanted to run away, screaming.
And part of her got wet just thinking about it.
But he had also promised he would never humiliate her. She’d been wondering how he could accomplish the one at the same time he guaranteed the other. As they stood at the back of the room, Chastity took in the people who sat at the desks—the ‘students’. Male and female, their ages ranged from early twenties to the elderly.
“Class, we’re honored with the presence of the Head Master.
What do you say?”
The class turned their almost-adoring looks away from their teacher to take in the new arrivals.
“Good evening, Master,” they chorused.
Jordan nodded only slightly, barely an acknowledgement of the subs, and addressed the teacher directly. “A moment of your time?” As the woman made her way toward them, Chastity’s eyes registered the presence of a prop at the front of the room.
She recognized the device immediately, amazed that the object didn’t look any different there than it had in artists’ renderings in her history books.
When she turned her attention back to Jordan, it was to meet his penetrating stare.
“When you’re ready, and if you choose to submit to my will, tell Marcus and he will take you up front and secure you in the stocks.”
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Jordan then stepped aside to converse with the woman, Bev, in quiet tones. Watching them, Chastity didn’t pick up on any intimacy between them.
There appeared to be maybe twenty people seated at the ‘student’
desks, and they all stared at Chastity with curiosity. A couple of the men gave her lewd looks.
She didn’t feel humiliated. It felt as if she stood in the middle of a play, a part of the entertainment. Not standing out from, but included in. Not only that, she was horny as hell.
Chastity studied the wooden stocks. Positioned fairly close to the front of the room, she imagined that anyone secured in them would be displaying their ass to whomever cared to look. Because she stared at them, some of the room’s occupants followed her line of sight. Then they looked at her with a mixture of longing, lust and trepidation in their eyes.
She
would
be on display to them, but Jordan would keep her safe.
So far, everything she’d experienced with Jordan and Marcus excited and thrilled her. In the span of a couple of days she’d come to taste not only pleasure, but pampering. She wanted more.
She wanted it all.
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The spanking Jordan had given her last night had stung. It had also aroused her as very little ever had before. She didn’t really need any more time to prepare herself.
“I’m ready, Marcus.”
Eyes followed her as Marcus led her to the front of the room. She knew Jordan watched her, knew she pleased him, and that was all that mattered.
Marcus flipped the catch and lifted the top bar.
“Do you see where you are to place your head and your wrists?”
“Yes.”
Now that she stood in front of the thing, it seemed much lower to the floor than it had appeared. She had to bend over to put herself into position and knew, given the very short skirt and thong she wore, everyone could now see her naked ass. Once the stocks had been secured, her eyes rested on a rounded object with a handle. Wood, she imagined, and covered in what looked like black leather, she wondered if this would be what Jordan would use on her. Marcus took it in hand, so she took that as a yes.
Someone actually gave a wolf whistle.
“Who did that?” a stern female voice demanded.
The teacher
.
Chastity heard movement and knew the offender had gotten to his feet.
“I did, Mistress.”
“Turn around. You may not witness this punishment. And when Master Jordan has taken his slave and left, you will take her place in the stocks.”
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“Yes, Mistress.”
Chastity wondered if she imagined glee in the man’s voice. A quick glance at Marcus’s smiling eyes told her she had not.
The sound of footsteps caught her attention. A large warm hand rested on her back, just above her ass.
“Are you ready for your discipline, slave?”
“Yes, Master.”
Her heart pounded in her chest as the heat of the stares washed over her. Chastity imagined she could hear everyone’s breathing, feel their emotions—anticipation and envy, arousal and angst. Or was that the echo of her own emotions running rampant through her?
“Do you know why you’re being disciplined?” Jordan’s tone sounded gentle, his hand still on her back. The heat of that contact warmed her completely. She’d been feeling chilled and vulnerable, her bottom exposed for all and sundry, her arms and legs bare and captured. Countering both feelings, Jordan’s touch warmed and secured her.
“Yes, Master. I didn’t obey you.”
“Is that really the reason you’re about to be punished, sweetheart?”
Chastity nearly reaffirmed her answer. Sudden insight found her changing the words. Disobedience wasn’t her crime. He’d told her, twice now. She began to understand what Jordan had meant when he said she didn’t know what taking him as her master meant, but she would. Damned if she wasn’t beginning to figure it out.
“No, Master. I’m being punished because I didn’t trust you.”
“That’s exactly right. You didn’t trust me. Now, how many times should I spank you with this paddle, do you suppose? How many strikes do you deserve for not trusting your Master?” A strange time and place for an epiphany, Chastity mused. And perhaps if she hadn’t been raised the way she had been, the revelation might have come later, rather than sooner.
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She’d toed the line for Gertrude her entire life and had never really been safe, never really been cared for, emotionally. In truth, she’d been abandoned emotionally from the moment her parents had died. So when the moment had come for Gertrude to stand with her, of course Chastity had been left standing alone.
She would be safe, completely safe, with Jordan. He would
never
make her stand alone. Hadn’t he gone with her to the office that very morning because he’d been concerned that Blake would show up?
And then, hadn’t he let her deal with the bastard on her own? Yes, he had.
Accepting me as your master doesn’t expunge all your rights to
self-determination, sweetheart.
No, it didn’t. Accepting him completely would be the greatest gift she could give herself.
Chastity answered her master’s question in a voice clear and strong.
“As many times as you think I need, Master.”
“You just gave me the perfect answer,” Jordan said, and she heard pleasure in his voice.
He brought the paddle down hard on her ass and her body jerked.
The
whack
echoed loudly in the room. Where the leather-covered wood landed, her skin stung.
Tiny tendrils of arousal began to snake out from her bottom to every part of her body.
Whack
! The paddle landed in the same spot, and Chastity gasped.
Not so much because it stung more—although it did—but because her nipples tightened painfully and her arousal climbed.
Four more times Jordan used the paddle on her naked ass. Then he paused.
“Do you think you’ve learned your lesson now, Chastity?” A part of her wanted to say “Not yet.” This new form of foreplay had turned out to be the most exciting thing she’d ever experienced.
Being in front of a room full of strangers definitely added to the
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attraction. However, she didn’t want to lose control in front of them.
Being on display wasn’t something that came easily. Despite the arousal coursing through her, she didn’t know how she would feel letting all these people watch her have an orgasm.
But Jordan had asked her a question, and she had to tell him the truth. “Yes, master. I’ve learned my lesson.” She could hear the sounds of restlessness behind her. A chair leg scrapped softly against the wooden floor. The sound of clothing rustled, the soft blow of exerted breathing gave her a pretty good idea what some people had been doing behind her while Jordan had paddled her. Chastity didn’t doubt that some of the voyeurs had become aroused and begun squirming in their chairs. She was aroused. If her hands weren’t secured she’d be tempted to use them to coax a climax, voyeurs or not.
“Good girl.”
She felt Jordan step back, and then Marcus was there, opening the locks, lifting the top part of the device, freeing her.
Her bottom felt tight and hot. When she turned to face the ‘class’, Jordan slyly ran his hand across it.
“I don’t want to fuck you here,” he said so that only she could hear him. “We’ll go home for that.”
“Yes, please.” She hoped they’d go there soon. She wanted another opportunity to get naked with her men.
* * * *
There’d been a steady stream into the club all night, and not too many patrons coming out. Those few who did emerge piqued Blake’s curiosity. He wondered how he could go about gaining entrée into that place. The website had been discreet, calling Reckless Abandon a private club, with membership by invitation only.
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His curiosity had driven him to stake out the place tonight. He’d swung past Chastity’s apartment and seen her car there, which meant she likely was, too.
Maybe he could get a chance to talk to Fitzpatrick alone, come to some kind of arrangement with the bastard. Once Blake married Chastity, he’d bet her money would guarantee him membership into that club. He doubted Fitzpatrick would mind, as he couldn’t imagine a man like him would be interested in more than just a quick lay with a woman like Chastity. Once he found out how cold she was, he’d be finished with her.
Blake had done a little research into that BDSM shit. Maybe Fitzpatrick might even be willing to give him some pointers on how to put the bitch in her place. The thought stirred his cock. Some of the things he’d read that afternoon had definitely gotten him hot. He knew Miranda would be willing to play some new games.
Blake checked his watch. It was nearly eleven o’clock.
Hell,
maybe I’m wasting my time here
. Likely Fitzpatrick wouldn’t leave until after closing time. Still, waiting it out would be worth it to gain the man’s cooperation. He likely lived this fetish shit. Chastity had been nothing more than a cunt to him.
The door to the club opened, and Blake’s attention was instantly caught.
He didn’t recognize her at first. The long coat she wore had flapped open in the light breeze and he saw hot red over generous tits and miles of white, sexy leg.
Holy fuck that’s Chastity
! Walking with Fitzpatrick and one other man…no, she walked
behind
him and with her head down, at that.