She moved slowly, unconsciously adding grace to her motions.
“Legs apart.”
After she spread her legs, he cooled her punished pussy with the cloth. Suddenly he couldn’t wait to redden her private area
more. He smelt her arousal anew. “You like that?”
“I want to come, Sir.”
“No chance,” he said conversationally, patting her dry.
Eric returned.
“Turn over,” Rafael instructed his horny sub.
When she was facedown, Rafael worked a small amount of the ointment into the red marks from her spanking.
“Thank you, Sir.”
The punishment had been effective. Both he and Eric had erections. And she was being respectful.
“Now stand.”
She wobbled a little as she stood. Eric, the consummate Dom, took her by the shoulders and held her until she was steady on her feet.
Rafael then took up the washcloth and started with her shins and worked up her thighs. “Spread your legs farther than shoulder-width.” The fact he’d already given attention to her pussy didn’t stop him. In fact, it drove him. He liked playing with her, liked her sharp scent of readiness.
He parted her labia and ran the cool cloth over the swollen flesh.
“Thank you, Sir.” She reached for him, placing a palm flat on his chest. Then, seemingly remembering he was a Dom and not a lover, she dropped her hands. “Sorry, Sir.”
“Hands behind your back,” he instructed. “When you’re standing or kneeling, I will expect you to keep your shoulders pulled back and your hands clasped just above your buttocks. That position makes it a bit less difficult to struggle and it makes your breasts stick out more. And that will make your nipples easier to clamp.”
She gasped.
“You need to learn to hide your reactions better.” Or maybe not. He found her honest reactions somewhat refreshing.
While Eric headed for the playroom, Rafael continued to care for her, drying her pubic hair. “I will want this removed.”
“Uh…”
He drew his brows together and looked at her.
“Yes, Sir. If you say so.”
Her lovely, expressive green eyes were wide. She dropped her gaze. She didn’t say anything else. She was indeed a quick learner.
He lifted each of her small breasts and dried her. Then he spent some time abrading her nipples.
“Oh, Sir!”
The sexy little sub swayed towards him. Breast play was going to be a lot of fun.
Eric returned, a pair of clover clamps dangling over his palm.
After Rafael had dried her chest and neck, he dropped the towel and accepted the clamps. He tested the grip on his smallest finger. He nodded, satisfied. These weren’t the most intense clamps he owned, but they’d provide plenty of pressure. He’d save the harsher ones for when she was more sexually aroused.
Rafael was deliberate in his use of pain. When working with subs, he thought through a scene. If he tied her hands above her head, he made certain not to pull them so tight that discomfort in a shoulder joint detracted from a flogger on her back and shoulders. If he bound or gagged a woman, he double-checked the tightness of the bondage.
He wanted every bite of inflicted torture to be experienced exquisitely.
Eric cupped her left breast.
Rafael met her wide-open eyes. “You’ve worn nipple clamps before?”
“No, Sir.”
“Good.”
He squeezed her nipple gently. He continued to play with her another couple of seconds, until she swayed towards him. God, this woman was responsive. Her uncensored moves were refreshing. He’d decided not to fuck her until nearly the end of their time together, if at all. Getting her off was his goal. But now… He wasn’t sure he could wait.
Eric seemed similarly challenged.
Rafael clamped her.
She moaned. She closed her eyes and bent her knees.
Doms who hadn’t clamped her responsive nipples had been idiots. This woman came hard, fast. It took little to increase the intensity of her reactions. She’d admitted she enjoyed BDSM, but she would have enjoyed it tenfold if she’d been with anyone who pushed her even a bit.
He sucked on the clamped nipple, and she ground her toes against the hardwood.
The scent from her pussy was sharp and intoxicating.
Eric moved behind her and pulled her shoulders back, putting her in the position Rafael preferred.
“I apologise, Sir.”
“You’ve been reminded. Next time will result in a punishment.”
She nodded.
This time, Rafael captured her other breast. He teased the nipple into hardness before releasing the clamp onto it.
She gulped a breath of air.
He took hold of the chain and pulled on the clamps. She might have moved forward, but Eric was there, imprisoning her.
“Sir, the sensation… I think I’d like to come.”
He arched a brow. “Would you? You’ve already had an orgasm without permission. You know that’s against the rules, and we were remiss for not punishing you immediately. Since it was your first punishment, we let it slide. That will never happen again.”
“You’re being unfair, Sir. I want to come and I’m so close. The way my nipples are throbbing…” She moved towards him. “I want—”
Her protest changed into a shocked gasp when he yanked on the chain. “On all fours, now.”
Eric forced her down then stepped aside. Rafael moved behind her and delivered three vicious slaps to her backside.
She tried to squirm away, but he wrapped an arm around her and held her firm. back into position.
“I’ll have your apology, sub.”
“Damn. That fucking
hurt
.”
“Your apology and your respect, Lindsey.” When she didn’t respond straightaway, he delivered another three stinging spanks.
“Sir! I…” She choked on a gasp. “I’m sorry. I won’t argue with you again, Sir.”
“You knew my rules in advance. We discussed them, you agreed to them. I have your document with your signature, printed out if you want to see it.”
“I know. I was just swept away in the moment. Sir, I’m sorry.” After a choked sob, she added, “I won’t forget again.”
Satisfied, he stood. “Stay there and think about what you want from this weekend. Remain in position until Master Eric gives you further instructions.”
“Yes, Sir.”
To reinforce his punishment, Rafael left the room. Eric was a skilled Dom and would see to her emotional and physical well-being. Her knowledge of the rules and his enforcement of them would build trust and ensure the basic structure was in place for her to reach subspace by the end of the weekend.
When he returned ten minutes later, she was on her knees on the hardwood facing the hearth, away from him.
Eric was smart. Earlier Rafael had told her she hadn’t earned the privilege of kneeling on the rug. That Eric made her kneel on the uncomfortable flooring reinforced Rafael’s punishment.
Because dusk was gathering over the mountains, Eric had turned on the fire. Gas flames licked at ceramic logs, filling the great room with light and heat.
His sub was in the perfect position.
Her hands were at the small of her back. Her hair was draped across her shoulders. Her knees were spread wide apart.
Even from the distance of half the room, he saw the red marks on her derriere, left by his punishing hand. Was anything sexier?
“I’ll get dinner going while you spend some time with your sub.”
Another advantage of having Eric around. The man was wicked with a grill. They’d purchased plenty of salads and several items from the bakery to satisfy Lindsey’s sweet tooth. The pantry was stocked, and they had beer and wine along with a woman who wanted to please.
While Eric went into the kitchen, Rafael moved in front of Lindsey.
In addition to her shoulders being pulled back, her hands being lightly clasped behind her and her legs spread the correct distance apart, her gaze was downcast. Eric had left the clamps in place, and he’d also added one to her clit, tugging the tender flesh lower.
She looked beautiful in her obedience.
The rapid rise and fall of her chest betrayed obvious nerves. “Permission to speak, Sir?”
He spread his legs shoulder-width apart. “Granted.”
“I want to apologise, Sir.”
He waited. Obviously Eric had coached her on proper decorum. Having two Doms for the weekend had been a brilliant idea.
“I did know your rules. You were very clear. No arguing. No climaxes unless you say so. I suppose, since you’d allowed me to come previously, I was just hoping…” She trailed off and licked her lower lip. “I was wrong. I know you control my orgasms.” She exhaled. “I’m sorry, Sir.”
“The discussion is over. I’ll give you a chance to prove you understand.”
“Sir?”
“Join me in the playroom. From here on out, you are to crawl, unless given permission to walk.”
She followed and he heard the gentle sway of the metal chain that joined her nipple clamps. He knew the clit clamp would make crawling terribly uncomfortable, but that was deliberate pain. It would make what came next even more unbearable.
“You’ve been secured to a St Andrew’s cross before?” he asked when they entered the playroom.
Her eyes were wide as her gaze cut from the structure that dominated the centre of the room to the pegboard on the wall. He had an assortment of implements including whips, canes and crops all positioned for quick access.
“I asked if you’d ever been secured to a St Andrew’s cross?”
If the goose bumps on her arms were anything to go by, his collection had obviously frightened her. For now, that was fine with him.
“Yes, Sir.”
“I want your back against the cross.”
She drew her brows together but didn’t question his command.
He surmised she’d only been attached to one at the club, and she’d likely been told to face the cross, exposing her back and buttocks to her Dom’s abuse.
She stood and moved into position. He secured her wrists and ankles to the wood and then took a step back.