Doms of Dark Haven 2: Western Night (6 page)

Yeah. But with grace?

He moved off to the side. “Remind me why we’re doing this.”

“Because of my bad manners,” she said.

“No,” he said. “It would have been double if we’d been teaching you manners.”

She ground her back teeth together. Was she really that bad? “Because I hid my ass from you?”

“Scoot back a little more.”

Fear made the sweat on her back turn cold. But his punishments were having their desired effect. She was responding to his commands instantly.

He squatted behind her and spread her ass cheeks.

She felt color spread across her face.

He pressed a finger against that tight whorl. She started to pull away but stopped herself, even though she did squeeze her eyes tightly shut.

“Beautiful.”

He didn’t try to penetrate her. He just kept his fingertip against the opening.

“You’re being very brave, Shelby.”

She continued to breathe in and out as he’d told her. She focused on nothing else, and she realized it was helping her keep panic at bay.

He moved his finger away, and she sighed in relief.

She heard rather than saw his motion and realized he’d stood.

She only had a few more strokes to go. And now she was torn. She’d never been so exquisitely examined and treated before. She wanted it to end, and she wanted it to never end.

“Take this one for me, Shelby.”

“Yes.”

With one hand on the small of her back, he forced her to stick out her rear even more.

She opened her eyes and saw him standing a little off to one side, rather than directly behind her.

Before her mind could complete the circuit of what he intended to do, he’d raised the belt.

None of the other punishing blows had prepared for the intensity of his sixth stroke. He caught her on the inside of her thigh. It burned in a way that made her howl.

She didn’t breathe; she sucked in air for survival. It took her a few seconds to regain control. “Six,” she managed. She gnawed on her lower lip. Using her manners was all but impossible. Still, she forced out a quiet, “Thank you.”

“You’re lovely, sub.”

His approval was all she needed. She drew strength from his tone. She concentrated on pleasing him. She wriggled around on the horse, taking care not to let her swollen clit rub against the vinyl. Despite the pain, or maybe because of it, she wanted to get off.

She dipped her back and pushed out her hips, presenting her body the way he demanded.

He finished out her punishment quickly, placing the seventh and eighth blows immediately on top of one another without giving her time to catch her breath.

“Seven. Eight!” She shuddered. “Thank you.”

“How close are you to an orgasm?”

She tried to shake her head, but the way she was positioned made it all but impossible. “I’m not thinking about coming,” she said.

He bent behind her and licked her pussy, drawing her tortured clit into his mouth.

She tried to hold on to the horse. “Please? Please, please, please?” She rocked her hips, forgetting everything and reaching for the needed release.

He inserted two fingers into her cunt and slid them back and forth.

“You may come,” he told her.

“I…” She was shameless. She all but humped his hand as he licked her, sucked her. Her buttocks burned from her beating. Her entire body felt as if it were on fire. “I’m going to come, Sir!”

He sucked her clit a little harder, then bit gently.

The tiny shock of pain was all it took. She screamed out her orgasm, her body convulsing around his fingers.

She came hard, crying out again as the wave continued.

He released the tiny nib of her clitoris but kept his fingers in place.

“I like the way you climax,” he said. “No pretensions, just a hard, fast, honest orgasm.”

“Thank you, Sir, for the orgasm.”

“I was hoping you’d remember your manners, little one.”

She was grateful for the solid support of the horse beneath her.

Shelby wasn’t sure how long it took her to recover, and she realized she wanted more, wanted
him
. “I want you inside me, Sir,” she said quietly. “Your cock.”

“That’s my decision.”

“Yes, Sir.” She was just trying to help it along. Her whole body was aroused, from her spanked ass to her nipples. She just wanted
more
. She arched her back as much as possible given the restraints, in silent invitation.

“You’re wanting another beating?”

“If Sir decides it’s necessary.”

He laughed. “Sometimes I think how innocent you seem. Then you shatter the illusion.”

He withdrew his fingers from inside her, and he didn’t immediately untie her, so she held out hope that he still intended to take her. Then she heard movement. She strained her head to see what he was doing.

“Clean my fingers,” he said, crouching next to her. He held his hand in front of her face.

She sucked his fingers into her mouth and licked her juices from them. The act was unfamiliar and strangely erotic. With the way his jeans strained around his erection, her suckling was working for him too.

He dug his left hand into her hair while she suckled. “You did well,” he told her. “Better than I might have hoped. And the way you came, so quickly, like a little pain slut who got off on her punishment. Couldn’t have taken you thirty seconds.”

She’d admitted to being a bit of a masochist, but the speed at which she orgasmed surprised even her.

“You’re hot, sub. And I’m looking forward to having you suck other things.”

She was grateful she was unable to answer. Giving oral sex wasn’t her favorite thing. It wasn’t on her “no” list. But it definitely wasn’t on her “let’s do it all the time” list.

He slowly drew away his fingers.

She gave a quick, last suck.

Her stomach clenched as she saw him tug off a battered cowboy boot. It landed on the floor with a solid, satisfying
thunk
. It seemed to take him forever to undress.

He moved so that he was in her view as he opened a condom and placed it on his overwhelmingly big erection.

She had a moment of doubt that she’d be able to accommodate him, but as he fingered her pussy and tweaked her nipples, she forgot how to form rational thought.

He put his hands on her hipbones and held her steady as he entered her. He slowly eased forward until he was all the way in.

She closed her eyes, and she tried to breathe as he moved, but the sensation of being taken by someone so big, so powerful, so masterful overwhelmed her.

He rode her hard, keeping her steady and then placing a hand beneath her so that he could tease her clit.

She moved as much as she could, thrashing against the horse as he penetrated her again and again.

Shelby had never been taken so forcefully before. By giving up some control, she was getting exactly what she’d craved. This man, now.

“Come,” he told her quietly.

His permission was all it took to send her over the edge.

Her body bucked as she rode the orgasm, made more powerful by his masculine thrusts.

She felt him inside her, and her vaginal walls gripped him tight. He went rigid; then his orgasm pulsed deep within her.

The way he held her, filled her, triggered another powerful climax. He dug his fingertips into her hips, and she screamed.

“I see our sub is in good hands.”

Oh God. She recognized Master Xavier’s voice. While Master Trevor had been making her come, Master Xavier had been there watching?

She wanted to wiggle away, to run away, to hide. If it were possible to die from embarrassment, she would. She was tied to a punishment horse, almost naked, her ass sticking in the air, with Master Trevor’s still-throbbing cock deep inside her damp pussy while the two doms carried on a conversation as if it were an everyday occurrence while she was losing her dignity.

She was glad, though, that her head was turned to the side and her hair was spilling across her face so that she couldn’t see Master Xavier.

Master Trevor rubbed her right thigh, as if he read her mind.

“I think it’s safe to say she survived her punishment,” her dom said.

“Destiny asked me to check in. She heard the sub’s screams and was concerned.”

“Good to know she is keeping her eye on things,” Master Trevor said. “But I’ve never misused a submissive. I don’t intend to start now.”

She didn’t hear any anger or defensiveness in the regulated tones of Master Trevor’s voice.

Her respect for him increased. He didn’t mind the club’s personnel watching or checking up on him. It meant he had nothing to hide.

“Despite her vocal capacity, Shelby doesn’t seem to be suffering overly much,” Master Xavier observed.

She suddenly wanted the floor to swallow her. If she could have hidden, she would have.

“She is a noisy one, My Liege,” Master Trevor agreed.

Was it possible to be more embarrassed? But it seemed she didn’t need to be. To the men, the doms, this seemed like a normal conversation.

She kept her mouth shut. Truthfully she wasn’t sure she could speak around the knot of humiliation about the way she was behaving.

For once, she was grateful the men were talking about her as if she were not there.

“You may want to use a gag next time, Master Trevor.”

She wanted to vanish in a small hole.

“I’ll consider it,” Master Trevor said.

“You’ll have her back in a week?” Master Xavier asked.

“Indeed.”

“Feel free to take a gag with you.”

She hadn’t heard the door open, but she heard it close quietly behind the club’s owner.

“You handled that very well,” Master Trevor told her. He pulled out of her and disposed of the condom before returning to her. “I’m going to unfasten your restraints, and I want you to move slowly until you’re sure your circulation is restored.”

He released her right wrist and massaged the area with his hand. His touch was gentle and sweet where earlier he’d been firm. The contrast in his personality intrigued her, and, oddly, made her want to please him.

“Now move your arm,” he told her.

She shrugged her right shoulder and slowly let her arm dangle.

Then he unfastened her right ankle. “Again, slow movements. A small stretch,” he said.

She did as he said while he moved around to her other side to free her left wrist. He rubbed her skin gently again. Within a minute, she was freed from her bondage. He was a considerate dom. David had never taken this kind of care with her.

“Stay there,” he said.

He crossed the room and grabbed a small tube. “Arnica,” he said, squirting a dollop onto his hand. He rubbed the salve into the areas where his belt had landed.

His touch, as much as the arnica, soothed her.

“I hope you don’t behave too well.”

She was pretty sure she wouldn’t. For all her protesting, the beating had fulfilled something inside her that had, until now, been unacknowledged.

He wiped his hands, then came over to help her from the horse. He held on to her while she regained her equilibrium.

“You really are lovely, Shelby,” he told her, smoothing a palm over her hair.

She was tempted to lean into him, but she reminded herself he was her dom, not her lover.

He moved across to the wall and grabbed her vest. He pocketed her bra, saying, “You won’t be needing this.”

She put on the vest and bolo. He stood in front of her and tightened the bolo as if it were a choker; then he gave a quick, approving nod.

This experience was totally new. After a scene, she and David went back to being friends. If she’d been dressed in a slutty way, he gave her street clothes, and they went out for a drink or a bite to eat.

Clearly, Master Trevor had no interest in that. She wondered how she’d survive the coming week.

“You have a coat?”

“At the front, yes.”

He led the way to the front desk. She wondered how red her exposed rear looked after her beating. She kept her hands at her sides and forced herself to focus on following Master Trevor rather than on her humiliated rear end.

At the front desk, Destiny raised a brow in Master Trevor’s direction.

“We’ll take Ms. Salazar’s coat.”

“Number seventy-three,” Shelby said.

“If you need anything, call me,” Destiny told Shelby.

“She’ll be fine,” Master Trevor said, intercepting the business card the other woman was offering.

“Master Trevor!”

“I’ll put it in the pocket of her coat.” His tone changed from friendly to uncompromising. “Kindly fetch it for us.”

Destiny rested her hands on her hips for a few moments.

“Unless you’d like a spanking, Destiny?”

If a woman could flounce, Destiny did. She abruptly turned and gave a scantily clad girl instructions on where to find the garment. Shelby hid her smile.

After Destiny handed over the coat, he turned his back to the woman.

With old-world manners that made Shelby feel cared for, he held the coat.

As she slid into the garment, he said, “Fasten the belt only. Leave the buttons undone.”

She opened her mouth to protest but then shut it again. There was no sense starting an argument she couldn’t win. “Yes, Sir.”

He collected his own coat, a beyond-sexy duster to match his Western outfit. With a cowboy hat, he looked every inch the outlaw.

As promised, he put Destiny’s card in Shelby’s pocket.

An outlaw who kept his promises.

He draped an arm around her shoulder and pulled her close. She could get accustomed to being treated with such kindness.

He kept a protective arm around her shoulder as he drew her outside and flagged down a taxi.

He helped her into the taxi, then slid in next to her.

Master Trevor gave the driver an address she didn’t recognize. “What about my things?” she asked.

“You won’t be needing much.”

She started to protest, but he held up a hand.

“I’ll send someone to collect your belongings tomorrow.”

“But—”

“Protest, Shelby, and you’ll sleep on the floor at the end of my bed.”

She snapped her mouth shut, and she was aware of the taxi driver watching them in the rearview mirror. She felt slightly embarrassed, but the fact he was uncompromising with her provided a small amount of comfort. She could rely on him, knew what to expect. And if he said she’d be sleeping on the floor, he damn well meant it.