Kinky Bet (6 page)

Heat radiated from his body as he circled her again before stopping near her face. She opened her eyes as one of his feet shuffled closer to her. His leg was so close she could see the dark hairs on his tanned skin. Apparently he didn’t wear socks with his loafers. Finally she understood what all the fuss with Don Johnson had been about.

She waited for him to say something, trying not to notice the painful stiffness in her body from sustaining this posture for what seemed like hours. When he did speak it was to surprise her.

“You will stay here and practise for a while longer. I will allow you to stand and move about to release your muscles but only for three minutes. After that you must resume your posture training as I showed you.” He rubbed his hand over her heated buttocks before slapping twice, once on each side.

She tried very hard not to flinch at the sudden pain, but despite her efforts, her body betrayed her and moved away from him.

He touched her again, this time gently. “You’ve earned another punishment, Enya, but I will save it up for another time. It’s time to start your practice session. You may stand for your stretch.”

She raised her head to find he was holding his hand out to help her up. She placed hers in his and he effortlessly pulled her upright. She marvelled at the strength in those arms and for a moment the thought of what damage he could do had her heart thumping against her chest. She breathed in deeply, and looked up at his face. He stared back, an eyebrow lifted. He was waiting for something from her, and even though she was lost in his chocolate brown eyes, she knew she was supposed to do something. However, for the life of her she couldn’t remember what it was.

“Enya?” His voice was stern, no hint of the previous humour.

“Yes, Sir?” She knew she would be in trouble, but her mind had turned to mush.

“Where are your manners?”

Manners? Oh crap
. “I’m sorry, Sir. I should have said thank you, Sir.”

“I can see you might need a few more punishments to help you remember, my fiery one. It is for your own benefit that your Master teaches you manners. It is for your Master to provide you with what you need, and for you to be thankful for his care. Is that so hard to remember?”

It should be simple, if it wasn’t for all these erotic overtones that were playing havoc with her libido. “No, Sir. It won’t happen again, Sir.”
She hoped not
.

He laughed. “I am sure it will, but I live in hope that you will improve during your time here.”

She had to agree with him there. The punishments were building up and she had no idea how he was going to provide them. Her whole body quivered at the thought and she smiled. Maybe she wouldn’t kill Nicole after all.

“I can see you are looking forward to your fate but don’t be too excited, girl. A punishment is not meant to be pleasurable, only to facilitate desirable behaviour. You will not be smiling when they are complete.”

Oh crap. Her smile vanished at the thought of pain.

“That’s better. Now I will leave you to practise. Someone will be along soon to help you,” he said as he headed for the door. “Try to behave, Enya. I will hear if you don’t and you already have a list of indiscretions.”

“I’ll do my best, Sir,” she said.

“I’m sure you will.” She heard him chuckle as he left.

She walked over and listened through the wall to check if he was still out there. Hearing nothing she did as he’d instructed by shaking out her arms and legs, and performing a few stretches. Funny, but in all her yoga classes she’d never once thought she’d be there standing stark naked and performing her routine, most likely for an audience, she thought, spying a security camera hanging from the ceiling. It said a lot about how her headspace had changed, that she didn’t even mind. Just as she thought she should probably get back to her practice, someone else came into the room. She expected it would be Ione who would be helping her, but instead it was a big blond giant, and he didn’t look happy.

“You should be kneeling,” he said as he stalked over to her.

“I’m sorry, Sir, I was just about to,” she said, scrambling to her knees and trying to remember all the instructions Ione had given her.

“Silence. I didn’t give you permission to speak.”

Darn. She almost apologised again, but stopped herself in time, nodding slightly before she lowered her head.

Something cold tapped against her shoulders. “Straighten your back, subbie,” he said as he circled around her. He stood in front of her for a few minutes, his breathing deep and even. She held her breath while she waited for his next correction, and almost squealed when he reached forward with both hands and tweaked on her nipples, pulling them towards him.

As the tension on her tender skin increased she couldn’t stop the moan of pain escaping her as he continued to twist and pull.

“You must thrust your tits out so just a look from your Master has your tits primed and ready for him,” he said as he finally let go.

The pain as the blood returned was excruciating but at the same time the sizzle in her clit came as a surprise.
Who knew?

The giant leaned towards her and slid his fingers along her slit, rubbing in her juices. What she didn’t expect was more arousal, considering the pain he’d caused her and the fact that she’d never laid eyes on him until less than a minute ago. She might be a stranger to Conal, but his hands felt like they belonged on her. This man was nothing to her, and here she was getting all wet and slick. It was a sobering thought, and it almost took away her excitement.

“You really are a slut, aren’t you, subbie?” he said as he stood back.

She closed her eyes and nearly died of embarrassment listening to him licking his fingers.

“You shouldn’t be disconcerted,” the blond giant said. “Your Master decides who touches you, and he sent me to teach you.”

She thought about it, and realised he was doing nothing more than what Conal had told her would happen. A good sub wishes to please her Master, and if it pleased him to allow this man to help in her training and to touch her, then so be it.

“Do you wish to use your safe word?”

She shook her head. Although it certainly wasn’t something she was entirely comfortable with, and she didn’t know if she would ever get used to it, she’d try to do what Conal wanted. For now.

“Good,” he said as he poked the small of her back with his flogger. “Straighten up and we’ll continue.”

* * * *

A few hours later Erica lay in a hot bath and questioned her decision to continue her training. Every muscle, tendon and ligament in her body ached, and if she’d ever been this exhausted before, she couldn’t remember. The posture training session had only been the beginning. After that sadistic blond giant had finished with her, Ione had taken over and she’d practised kneeling and standing for over two hours. Who knew there was a specific order in which to stand? At least she’d been given a two-hour reprieve before the afternoon session started.

She looked at the tray of food she’d taken from her bedroom and placed near the bath. She knew she really should eat, but she didn’t have the energy. The thought of lifting her arms out of the warm, soothing water was the last thing she wanted to do, though if she didn’t eat something, she might not make it out of the bath. That presupposed that she was meant to do it under her own steam, of course. Thus far she hadn’t had to do all that much for her own comfort, as every time she’d returned to her room, someone had been there tending to her. She wasn’t all that comfortable with it, but it was beginning to grow on her. The steamy water she lay in must have had some special ingredient because she felt like a dozen or so pairs of hands were soothing all the hurts, and if she closed her eyes, she could imagine just who teased her breasts, and whose fingers stroked her nipples. Oh God. She had her answer.

Yes indeed, she needed energy. Especially if she wanted a full tank to take everything Conal planned to dish out over the next day and a half. She smiled as she reached over to pick up a leg of chicken before taking a bite into the juicy flesh.

“So do you have someone in mind when you bite into that leg, Enya? Or are you just hungry?”

Erica jumped, splashing a significant amount of water. She struggled to right herself but the offending chicken piece slipped through her fingers as she grabbed for the side of the bath, almost rolling over in the process.

Conal wrapped his strong hands around her upper arms, stopping her slippery body’s trajectory. As her movement stopped she crossed her hands against her breasts.

“You should not be covering yourself, my Enya.”

Erica looked down at her breasts and sighed. She shrugged, and lay her arms down by her sides in the warm water.

“That’s much better. A sub never covers what belongs to her master. You will need to remember that should you wish to pursue this life after the weekend.”

Erica’s knees moved closer to her chest. Was that what she wanted? She hadn’t thought much further than Sunday night at this stage.

“Don’t think too much about it for now. There’ll be plenty of time to sort that out after you get home.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl. Now stand up.”

She hesitated, leaning forward to pull the plug.

“The instruction was to stand up. Did I ask you to empty the bathwater?” He hadn’t raised the volume of his voice, but the temperature had decidedly cooled.

“No, Sir.”

He stood back. “Then obey the order.”

She trembled, contemplating the most graceful way to stand in a bath full of soapy water.

“Now.”

She rolled over in the water to comply but her knee slipped, increasing her trajectory and landing her farther into the warm bubbles, splashing water far and wide. The soft chuckle she heard from behind her didn’t help relieve the embarrassment that broadcasted itself through her red cheeks. Once she’d righted herself enough to get out of the bath she stole a look at Conal from beneath her lowered eyes. He remained where he had been before, but now leaned against the doorjamb, his arms crossed and grinning at her predicament.

Finally she managed to stand up in front of him, lifting her eyes to his and daring him to laugh. “Thank you so much for your help, Sir.”

He smirked. “You seemed to be doing all right on your own there. I wasn’t seeing a need to step in.”

“Was that before or after I fell over?”

He pushed himself off from the wall and stood in front of her, so close she could feel the heat of his body warming her rapidly cooling skin. “That will be enough of that bratty behaviour.” He reached over and placed a hand on her shoulder. “Kneel.”

The weight of his hand made sure she complied, although she would have liked a towel to dry off first. She shivered as the cold tiled floor made contact with her knees. From the ice in his voice she figured she was in deep doo-doo. She’d forgotten why she was there again, and unless she wanted to be sent home she’d better get with the programme and follow the rules. She bowed her head, staring at a chip in the tiles. “I’m sorry, Sir.”

He circled around her, moving slowly in an uncomfortable silence. Erica bit her lip and waited for him to go through her very long list of indiscretions, and quite possibly she would find out how he planned to deal with them. When he stopped in front of her face she held her breath.

“Are you a pain slut?”

She gasped, and started coughing. “Nn…no!”

He crossed the room and poured a glass of water, then returned and held it to her mouth. “Drink.”

She shook her head as control returned. “I’m fine, thank you, Sir. Why did you ask if I’m a pain slut? If you don’t mind me asking the question?”

His eyebrow lifted. “Have you heard of a bratty sub?”

“No, not really, Sir.”

“Not really? Or not at all?”

“I’ve heard the term, but I’m not sure of the meaning.” She looked up into his face and realised she’d forgotten something. “Sir. Sorry, Sir. I meant to say I’m not sure of the meaning, Sir.”

She thought she saw a hint of laughter in his eyes, plus his lips seemed to twitch just a little, but she couldn’t be sure.

“A brat is a sub who deliberately plays her Master up, so she will be punished.”

Oh crap. Was that what she was doing?

“I didn’t mean to, Sir. I’m just having trouble remembering the rules every now and then.”

His face didn’t move, except for a small tic in his left cheek. “Then perhaps I’ll give you something to help you remember.”

“Whatever you think will help, Sir.”

“Good answer. Now get into your bed and sleep well. Be ready in the morning for a day of new challenges.”

Chapter Five

At precisely seven the next morning, Erica found herself again walking naked through the hallways of the old mansion. This time her companion on the journey was the blond hunk from the previous afternoon. She was very careful to keep her eyes lowered and her hands behind her back while she walked. Her sleepless night had been filled with waking dreams of the worst kind. Not punishment in the physical sense. No, not
her
weird mind. She saw herself being closed out of the mansion and sent home. No chance to experience her fantasies. No Conal. Nothing. Just a cold, lonely trip home and it was all her own fault. So despite the fact that she hadn’t as yet made up her mind if this submission thing was for her, she wanted to give it a chance. Besides, Nicole would kill her if she quit before the end of the weekend. So there she was, as naked as the day she was born, blindly following a man she didn’t know, to be involved in some activity she had no idea about.
Was she out of her mind?
Probably, but she’d kick herself if she didn’t give it at least a good shot.

The blond hottie, who apparently went by the name of Master Jacob, walked confidently, expecting her to follow without question. Since she’d decided to take the whole thing seriously, she was doing just that. Today was her last day of the adventure, and she needed to get her act together or it would be a wasted weekend, and she might not get the chance again.