Raven's Seduction (The Pleasure Pros #1) (8 page)

Gunner

I honestly thought that she was going to bail on me.
 
Who could blame her when she has a young
kid at home and so many people in the area who could possibly recognize
her?
 
I was hoping that Jasmine could’ve
joined us tonight, but it was short notice.
 

When Raven suggested that I take her through
level two, I instantly took her hand and led her back to the car.
 
I didn’t want to give her the slightest
opportunity to change her mind.

“Slip off your dress,” I instructed, just as
the car began to pull away from the mansion.

“Right here?” Her face immediately flushed to
match her dress.

“Yes, I want you in nothing but high heels,”
I replied, giving her my sternest look.
 
“Now…”

She took a deep breath and slipped her dress
off one shoulder, followed by the other.

“A little help, sir,” she requested as she
turned her back to me.

I slowly glided the zipper down her
back.
 
The sweet smell of her
perfume teased my senses as I leaned into her.
 
She
always smells so incredible.
 
I
unhooked her bra and helped her wriggle free from her clothing.
 
She turned to face me once again, giving
me a look of disapproval.

“How much pain would you like to experience
during level two?” I asked, letting her know who was in control of the
situation.

“As little as possible,” she mumbled.

“I couldn’t hear you.”

“As little as possible, sir,” she proclaimed
defiantly.

“Then you better get those panties off.”

She rose just slightly off the seat and slid
her panties down over her hips.
 
She
gave me a subtle glare as she held them out on one finger.

“You can put them with your dress.
 
That glare just earned you at least one
moment of intense pain.”

“I’m sorry, sir.”
 
She complied, placing her panties within
her neatly folded dress.

“Do you wish to be blindfolded again
tonight?”

“Yes, if you are going to be recording it,
sir,” she replied in a more subdued tone.

I slipped the blindfolds over her eyes and
secured it.
 
Once she was deprived
of her vision, I reached behind her and grabbed my cane.
 
I ran it down one inner thigh and back
up the other, before letting it come to rest between her legs.

“Are you familiar with a
Delrin
cane?”

“No, sir,” she whispered back.

“You will be after tonight.
 
So far you have earned one good smack
with it,” I teased as I made a whipping sound in the air before smacking the
leather seat next to her.
 
“These
are much more durable than the old wood canes.
 
They can take much more abuse.”

“I look forward to it, sir,” she muttered.

“Ah, the suck-up is back,” I said as I ran
the cane along the left side of her body.

“I’m sorry, sir,” she replied as I circled
each of her nipples with the cane’s tip.

Judging by the subtle moans that escaped her
lips, the cane was doing exactly what I had intended.
 
She was definitely in the moment and the
fact that she was completely naked had been pushed to the back of her mind.

Raven

The feel of the cane as he touching me
randomly sent quivers through my body.
 
The sound of it slapping the car seat nearly caused me to jump out of my
skin.
 
Then as he began to circle my
nipples, I felt an instant gush of juices down below.
 
Next,
I will be in trouble for leaving a mess on the car seat.
 

“We have arrived,” Gunner said as the car began
to slow, before coming to a complete stop.

“Do I get my clothes back, sir?”

“When we are finished,” he replied, taking me
by the hand and opening the car door.

I felt a mixture of exhilaration and humility
as a cool evening breeze floated across my exposed flesh.
 
Wearing nothing but a blindfold and high
heels, intuition told me that my obvious vulnerability was part of his power
play.
 
I’m going to keep my cool.
 
There is no one who is going to see me anyway.

The sudden absence of light, followed by
cool, dampness were obvious clues that we had entered the dungeon.
 
Despite the chill against my skin, I was
relieved to know that we were inside.
 
As someone who had recurring nightmares about being naked in public,
being able to keep my emotions in check was a definite victory.
 
After several twists and turns, we
finally came to a stop.
 
I could
sense either a wall or something large directly in front of me.
 
Next, I heard the sound of metal
clanking on metal as he changed his grip on my hand and raised my arm above my
head.
 
Without breathing a word, he
grabbed my other arm and strapped them both above my head.
 
Hearing his footsteps recede, I was left
standing with my arms extended above my head.
 
I began to think about the fact that I
was being recorded.
 
What if thousands of people were watching me
right now?
 
I was caught off
guard by a strange feeling of excitement that followed the thought.
 
I’ve
never thought of myself as having any exhibitionist tendencies.
 
Why am I suddenly feeling excited about
it?

Gunner

Raven handled the first humiliation test with
ease and was eerily calm as I secured her wrists to the bondage bar
overhead.
 
The goal of level two was
to help her fully understand the path that she was contemplating, before she
signed the contract.
  
After
experiencing a good taste of what lay ahead, she would either love it or hate
it.
 
Either way, I wanted her to
make an informed decision with her eyes wide open.
 
She would have to endure a little pain,
considerable restraint, and in the end, another round of humiliation.
 
I knew she would be angry before the
night came to a close, but then she would be given a week to think about
everything.

I removed my shoes, socks, and shirt before
going back into the room.
 
Being
barefoot allowed me to move in silence, which I always preferred when my
subject was blindfolded.
 
It always
added an additional layer of tension when they couldn’t tell where I was or
what I was about to do next.
 
I’m really looking forward to finding out
what she’s made of.
 
After
letting her hang there with her thoughts for a few minutes, I retrieved my cane
and snuck up behind her.

“Are you ready to discover the painful part
of the equation?” I asked quietly, running the cane down the length of her
spine.

“No, sir,” she muttered in return.

“When would you rather feel the pain?”

“At the end, sir,” she said with a whimper.

It immediately became apparent that being
subjected to pain was going to be another hot button for her.
 
Most people who visited the dungeon were
already involved in BDSM and bondage, so they were looking to take things to
the next level.
 
Either that or they
were exhibitionists who wanted to make some money by performing for an
audience.
 
Raven fell into neither
category.
 
That’s another reason she gives me such a hard-on.

“I thought maybe you would like to get the
pain out of the way.
 
That way you
could enjoy the rest of the evening,” I replied, tapping the cane along the
curve of her right hip.

“No, sir. I would rather have it right at the
end,” she pleaded.

“Pleasure normally follows pain,” I told her,
switching the cane to her other hip.
 
“You need the pain first to get the endorphins flowing.”

“I understand that, sir,” she replied with a
slight hesitation in her voice.

“So, you are a newbie who wants to buck the
system?
 
Is that what you’re telling
me?” I asked while more aggressively tapping the right cheek of her ass.

“No, sir,” she pleaded.

“I think that you are simply afraid of the
unknown,” I speculated as I moved the cane to the front of her body.
 
“I think if I gave you a good crack, you
would see that it’s not so bad.
 
Then we could move on.”

She began to whimper instead of replying, so
I knew I was getting to her.
 
I went
back to circling one nipple with the tip of the cane before moving to the
other.
 
Her whimpering increased in
intensity as I began to tap the cane on the upper part of her chest.

Raven

I had read about caning online and I couldn’t
believe that he was actually going to start out with such an aggressive
tool.
 
Aren’t they supposed to start out with flogging then move to a paddle
before going on to a cane?
 
If he’s trying to scare me off, this is the
way to do it.
 
I felt a violent
shudder as he began to tap the cane on my chest.
 
I’m
definitely not ready for anything like this.

“Maybe you’re right, Raven.
 
Maybe it would be better to wait.
 
You aren’t ready for the cane are you?”
he asked as he continued to tap his way around my body.

“No, sir,” I said feeling a little sense of
relief.

“You are sure you don’t want to get it over
with?”

“No, sir. I want to wait.”

He began to run a gloved hand between my
juicy lips as he tapped the top of my ass with that damn cane.

“You definitely are excited.
 
I think you actually like the cane.
 
I think it’s making you hot, but you
just won’t admit it,” he said teasingly.

“No, sir,” I whispered breathlessly.

“Are you telling me that you aren’t
incredibly turned on right now?” he whispered in my ear.

“No, sir,” I repeated.

“Have you ever been more sexually excited in
your life than you are right now?” he asked while tapping a little harder on my
ass.

I hesitated for a moment, thinking about how
I should answer.
 
I didn’t want to
admit that the fear of the cane was actually turning me on.
 
But at the same time, I didn’t want to
lie because for some reason, he always knew when I wasn’t telling the truth.

“Answer me!”

“I don’t know, sir,” I replied, still not
knowing exactly what to say.

That’s when a loud
crack
split the air and a sharp pain surged through my ass and up
my spine that made me believe I had been truly injured.

“
Ooowwww
!” I cried
out in both shock and pain.
 
You fucking bastard!

 
“Did you just call me a fucking bastard?”
He snarled in my ear.
 

“No, sir.”
 
Fuck,
did I say that out loud?

“I swear I heard you call me a fucking
bastard.
 
If that’s the case, then
you just earned two more strokes just like the first one,” he said tapping on
my ass once again.