Bad Boy Dom (9 page)

“One.
Thank you, Sir”

Was
it a good ‘one’?”

“No,
Sir.” At least she was honest. I took a deep breath, adjusted the paddle’s
handle in my grip, and swung again.

Thwap!
Yes,
that was the way it was
supposed
to sound: solid, landing fully across
both cheeks.

“Oh,
yes…. Two.” Her head fell forward.

I
found my rhythm and continued to a five count. Then I stepped closer to her,
pressing my body against her ass and back. Both were amazingly warm to the
touch.

“Where
are you now?” I whispered.

“A
four and a half, Sir.”

“Two
more?”

“Oh,
yes… please, Sir.” The yearning in her voice made my dick ache. How I’d missed
this, the thrill of taking control and seeing a submissive respond.

The
paddle landed again. As I drew back my arm for the last stroke, I put all my
strength into it, relishing her cry though my hands shook. I threw the paddle
aside and scooped her body into my arms.

“Let
go of the ring, love.”

I
carried her to the couch and held on tight while she cried softly against my
shoulder. I knew her ass, back and thighs had to burn but I wasn’t ready to let
go.

Strands
of her warm brown hair were sticking to her tears, and I pushed them away from
her face as I peered down at her.

“I
need to know you’re alright.”

“I’m
fine.”

“I
need more than that.”

Her
body shook slightly and I realized she was giggling.

“I’m
doing fine.”

I
allowed myself to smile. She was amazing. “My father told me the word ‘fine’ is
dangerous when it comes out of a woman’s mouth.”

The
giggles continued. “I’m more than fine.”

“Fine,”
I said in a mulish tone, holding back the words that fought to spill from my
lips. I wanted to tell her she was the most beautiful woman alive. I wanted to
say I loved her.

“Mistress
left an herbal lotion for the welts.” She said on an exhausted sigh.

“This
could be painful.”

“No,
it makes it feel much better.”

“I
meant for me.”

“Oh.”

I
stood, keeping her tightly in my arms and carried her across the room.

“Please
grab the lotion.”

“You
could put me down, Sir. I can walk.”

“Who’s
in charge here?” I asked gruffly.

“You
are.” She smiled

“So
grab the lotion.”

I
placed her over my lap on her belly. I was right. The pain was unbearable.

Angela…

The
next two days flew by with six a.m. breakfast becoming our tradition. He wanted
to know about a few of my past boyfriends and his encouragement to talk about
them helped. I asked about his girlfriends. Two, he remained friends with but
most were band-bunny groupies. Sex went hand-in-hand with his job. I understood
but my heart ached at the thought of him leaving to tour.

Like
Mistress, he observed me closely, noticing each nuance even when I tried to
hide it.

“I’ve
had sex once since staying at the hotel and that was the first night here. I
think I can play a concert or two and resist the women throwing themselves at
me.”

“You
haven’t had relief since the first night here?”

His
face took on a red hue. “My cock has become very well acquainted with my right
hand.”

“But
you’re a musician.” I fluttered my eyelashes. “I thought you were
ambidextrous.”

He
pinched me under the table. “Naughty sub.”

“Where
are you taking me on our date?”

“Shush,
I’m keeping it a secret.”

“Please?”

“Do
I need to put on a pair of spiked heels and wave a whip to get a little
respect?”

“That
might work.”

“Come
on, I‘m taking you back to your Mistress. Maybe she’ll put you in the proper
frame of mind before tonight.”

The
day dragged on but finally Mistress helped me prepare. She knew where I was
going because she didn’t hesitate when picking out my clothes. The deep red
dress was casual but classy. It fit like a second skin and then flared slightly
below my hips. It was short but not too short.

“Leave
off the panties.”

“Yes,
Mistress.” I was already at the height of sexual frustration and this would
only make it worse.

“I
promise you’ll appreciate my suggestion.”

He
knocked on the door at precisely seven. Carl, our on-loan driver for the night,
let him in.

I
walked forward followed by Mistress. He whistled and I blushed.

“Remember
my rules for tonight.” Mistress’s focus was on Krispin and carried a touch of
warning.

My
eyes went from his to hers.

His
grin quirked. “I’ll remember your rules, but I have a feeling they’ll kill me.”

That
didn’t sound good, but it was too late to turn back now. What kind of rules had
Mistress given him?

I
followed my disgruntled date, dying to ask what the rules were. He didn’t touch
me in the elevator but leaned in close and whispered in my ear.

“I’ll
fill you in later. Relax. I have a wonderful evening planned.”

We
ate at a nice restaurant that wasn’t too fancy. The food was good and helped me
unwind. My only disappointment came when he sat across the table and not by my
side.

I
waited until our food arrived to give a little payback for the seating
arrangement. Leaning forward, I whispered, “I’m not wearing panties.”

I
thought he would choke on his food. He took a drink of water and cast
smoldering eyes my way.

“I
think this would be a good time to tell you the rules your mistress put on the
evening.”

“Uh
oh.”

“Exactly.
Was it her idea to leave off the panties?”

“Yes.”

“That
evil redhead is trying to kill me.”

“What
are her rules?”

“No
touching below the neck. To make it worse, no part of our bodies below the neck
can touch any part of our bodies above the neck.”

My
devastation must have shown.

“Don’t
worry, I have a plan.”

“Why
would she do this?” I groaned.

“She
wants us to move slowly.”

“You
haven’t kissed me yet. How much slower can we move?”

“Behave
or you might not get kissed tonight.”

My
pout lasted through dessert. He wouldn’t even hold my hand. This sucked.

We
left the restaurant and I asked again where he was taking me. Carl drove the
Bentley, which was odd because I expected the limo.

“It’s
a surprise.”

I
felt complete confusion when we drove through a residential neighborhood and
then entered a high school parking lot. The small school marquee enlightened
me.

Battle of the Bands

Tickets $5

I
didn’t even try to keep the smile off my face. “You sure know how to show a
girl a good time.”

Carl
handed Krispin a baseball cap from the front seat and he pulled it down low on
his forehead. We walked into the gym and Krispin took me to a table where a
young man sat. The loud thrumming coming from the gym made hearing almost
impossible.

“I
have two tickets on reserve for Mr. and Mrs. Wayne.”

The
kid did a double take. “Oh God, you’re Krispin Righteous!”

“Yes,
but if you keep that small bit of information to yourself, I’ll make sure you
get ten tickets for you and your friends to my next concert in Houston.”

“Holy
shit! Sure, man. You’re secrets safe with me. My band is playing third from the
last. We’re Single Body. Oh man, this is cool shit.”

“Write
your name down for me. I appreciate your help in showing my lady here a good
time.”

The
eager young man’s hands shook but he managed to hand over a small slip of paper
watching reverently while Krispin placed it in his back pocket. “The deals only
good if I get out without anyone knowing it’s me.”

“It’s
darker than shit inside. Sit at the back to the right side and you can leave
through the side door when it’s over. Thanks, man!”

“Thank
you.”

We
followed the kid’s directions and found seats away from most of the crowd that
congregated toward the front. It was loud, sometimes obnoxious; some of the
bands were amazingly good and some made us cringe. But the evening was
absolutely perfect, and every minute precious.

We
left as soon as Single Body finished playing. Carl waited out front. Even in
the quiet of the car, my ears were still ringing. My grin was permanently
adhered to my face until I remembered I couldn’t rest my head on Krispin’s
shoulder or kiss his cheek for giving me such a wonderful evening. I leaned
over and kissed his jaw.

His
eyes smoldered, “Behave.”

“Yes
Sir but it’s quite hard.”

“You
have no idea what ‘hard’ is.”

The
Bentley traveled for about thirty minutes and then slowly drove up and around a
small hill, stopping beside a car at the top with only its parking lights on.
With a quick smile over his shoulder, Carl got out of the car, and climbed into
to the waiting vehicle. As it drove slowly past, I saw Damian behind the wheel,
blowing me a kiss. Butterflies fluttered inside my stomach.

Closing
my eyes, I recited out loud, “I can’t break my Mistress’s rules.”

“Don’t
worry, I won’t let you. Now, though, I need you to jump into the front
passenger seat.”

I
wasn’t sure I heard right.

“Go
on.”

I
climbed out of the back and switched to the front.

“Lock
the door, lean the seat back a little, and look forward.”

He
grabbed the sides of the soft leather seat next to my neck and leaned in. His
breath warmed my cheek and then my ear. “Place your hand under your dress and
rub yourself.”

His
husky voice dripped sex and I did exactly what he said, feeling the wetness
trickle across my fingers.

His
lips touched the side of face. “Are you wet?”

“Yes.”

“Good.
Pull your dress up past your hips. You’re going to completely ruin the seat.
Lydia can afford to have it cleaned.”

This
wasn’t a moment to laugh but I couldn’t help myself.

Tiny
kisses continued along my chin. “Now, use one finger to rub your clit.” More
kisses accompanied the words. “Slide your middle finger inside your heat… all
the way in.”

“Oh,
god.”

“No.
Oh, Sir.” His voice vibrated along my skin causing my pussy to tightly clench
my finger.

“Yes,
Sir.” Surprisingly my voice was steady.

“How
do you get yourself off?”

“This,
just like this.”

“Good.
I can smell your arousal. But I want a taste. Bring your finger up and rub it
across your lips.”

I
was going to ignite. What a clever, bad boy he was to find a way around
Mistress’ rules!

My
hand trembled and I almost regretted removing my finger but I wanted to please
him more than myself. I slowly coated my lips with my own juice and resisted
the urge to lick. I wanted to save it all for him.

“Put
your finger in your mouth and suck.”

It
made a plopping noise when I pulled my finger out. Krispin groaned.

“Are
you ready for your first kiss?”

“Yes,
Sir.”

“Good,
because I can’t wait to taste you. Turn your head.”

I
did and finally his mouth took mine. Incredible didn’t begin to describe what
his lips did to mine. I tasted him, I tasted me, but best of all I tasted us.

Krispin…

Not
touching below the neck was impossibly erotic. Angela’s lips, coated with her
unique silk, tasted more exquisite than the finest sweet liquor. She was a
drug, and I was high on her.

I
pulled a hair’s breadth away. “Put your finger back in your pussy. I want my
mouth on yours when you come.”

I
sucked at her mouth, pulled her lower lip with my teeth, and used my tongue to
fuck the only way I could at the moment. She squirmed and sighed against my
lips. Her hand was moving faster and her hips lifted from the seat.

“No,
keep your ass pushed against the leather.” My answer was her vibrating groan in
my mouth. Her breathing picked up and I knew she was close. “Come for me,
baby.” I bit her a little harder and then slid my tongue deep.