Chapter Seven
Breathtaking. The word was perfect for the moment. Dominick poured Jenna another glass of wine before moving to the opposite end of the table. He’d given her one of his tee shirts to wear and her slightly disheveled hair, her glistening skin, and the way the shirt engulfed her was more of a turn-on than the schoolgirl outfit. While he longed to see her in lace and silk, this was the perfect attire for the moment. She was, after all, still in training. His cock was already stiff and aching, ready to take her again.
“The food smells incredible, Sir,” Jenna said, as she fingered the wineglass. “What else do you do in all your spare time?”
He snickered as he eased down on the chair. “I enjoy cooking. I always have. I find the act relaxing.”
“Not arousing?” She swirled her finger around and around, her smile like a kitten in heat.
“Mmm… In truth? Often. Depends on the food as well as the company.” He twirled the pasta around his fork, unable to take his eyes off of her. “To answer your question, I read, enjoy music, play a terrible game of golf, and love the beach.”
“I thought all executives were taught how to play golf like a pro. Isn’t it in some contract?”
He burst out laughing. “I must have missed the class. I play because it’s a level playing field with my prospective clients. We can enjoy the game, the contest between two testosterone-laced fellas, and a cold brew all while signing a deal.”
“Commercial development. Sounds interesting.” She took a sip of her wine, licking a drop as it rolled down her chin.
“Boring as hell,” he admitted, chewing as he realized just how much he’d grown to dislike what he was doing. He thought of his deal with Brice Waters, wondering if he could actually make a difference in people’s lives. The concept had never been in his repertoire before. His eyes caught her sinful actions, the deep hunger in his groin increasing with each passing second.
“Then why don’t you do something else?” she asked, twisting the linguini around her fork, using the soup spoon to nestle the end.
Smirking, he took another bite. He’d never asked that question, had simply taken over for his father, assuming the role. He swallowed and leaned forward. “That’s a very good question. The money, the perks, I suppose.”
“But if you’re not happy, how much can the money matter?”
She was so frank, so honest in her questions and comments. This was the first time he’d had dinner with a woman where she’d hadn’t been more interested in what he could do for her, including Catherine. He’d never felt so relaxed, so at ease in his adult life. “You’re right. Money means very little to me.”
“And this house doesn’t seem like you. At all. Oops, I mean, Sir.” She giggled and hid behind her glass, her eyes twinkling before lowering her head.
“Not my choice, I assure you. Catherine found this place. Thought a new location would keep us together. She was dead wrong.” Dominick exhaled as he thought about the various arguments they’d had over the purchase.
“I’m sorry about her, but she’s a fool. Sir. I mean, Sir.”
This time, he grinned. “Thank you for that.” They sat quietly for a few minutes, enjoying their dinner, guarded looks, and heated glances. “What is your greatest fantasy?”
Jenna inhaled and placed her fork onto the plate. “In what way?”
“In any way you’d like to tell me.”
“Horses. I’d love to live in a place where I could keep horses. Maybe some kind of a beautiful farm with grapes. Yeah, maybe a winery,” she said as she glanced at her wineglass. “And lots of dogs. I love animals. There is nothing more real in the world than the love of animals. They are simple and caring, no matter who or what you are. They find happiness in the fact you’re in their lives.” She smiled, a blush creeping on her face. “My parents were very poor. They provided everything they could for me.”
“Where are they?”
“Mom is still alive, living with my sister in Florida. Dad died about four years ago. Heart attack. Very sudden. It broke my mother’s heart. You know, they met in junior high and my mother told me that she never looked at another boy. Can you believe that?” She looked away, her face pensive. “I know, a wild and unbelievable fantasy.”
“Not at all. I think true love exists. Call it chemistry. Call it karma. But only a few are lucky enough to not only happen upon their true love but are able to see it for what it is. Very melancholy if you ask me.”
“Haunting.” She grinned and pushed her plate away.
“Be honest with me. Who hurt you?”
“Who says I’ve been hurt?”
Dominick lifted a single eyebrow. “I’m a keen observer.”
Jenna shrugged before answering. “Everyone.”
The single word was so influential, ringing in his ears as he studied the sadness building in her eyes. “I’m sorry. I promise you that I won’t hurt you on purpose.”
“Don’t. I trust you. I’m giving you my trust in all manners. I can’t… No, I won’t be hurt again.”
He rose from the chair, taking their plates to the sink. After retrieving the wineglasses, he took her hand, pulling Jenna onto her feet. “As I already told you, I value honesty more than anything. I will always be truthful with you. That I promise.”
She seemed apprehensive, perhaps uncertain that he could tell her the truth. “Yes, Sir. I’m sorry to question you, but the one thing I can’t handle, ever, is being lied to. No matter how wonderful the relationship, or how special the times shared, once I know there are lies, I just…”
“I understand. Enough. We have more to deal with.” He led her to the other side of the table.
“More?” Her smile had returned.
“Time for dessert then we begin your training.”
Her entire body quivered. “Yes, Sir.”
Lifting her onto the table, he pushed her down, spreading her legs apart, the tee shirt bunching around her waist.
“What are you doing?” she whispered before pressing her hand over her mouth.
“I’m having my dessert,” he answered as he moved back to the counter, grabbed a bowl from the cabinet, and filled it with ice. How he loved the sound. He was aching all over, his muscles tense, his calves so tight that he was getting a cramp. This kind of a reaction was unusual, and he wanted so much more.
“Oh, God…” Her words trailed off as she gripped the edge of the table, watching his every move, her face flushed.
He placed the bowl by her side, sitting down and making certain her shirt was completely out of his way. “Hold your legs for me, baby girl.”
She pulled her legs back, exposing her shaved pussy, a series of whimpers slipping from her mouth. He adored the fact she’d shaved, leaving her skin smooth as silk.
“You’re hot,” he stated as he selected a cube of ice, sucking on the end before allowing her to see what he held in his fingers.
“Yes, Sir. You do that to me.”
“Hmmm… Then we need to cool you down.” He slid the ice down from her knee, touching her skin with just the tip of the cube.
Shuddering, she licked her lips.
He rolled the ice in small circles on her leg, watching with delight as beads of water slipped down toward the table. Bending over, he dragged his tongue along the trickle, following his hand as he moved toward her stomach.
Jenna breathed out, her eyelids fluttering open and closed, a slight whimper pushing past her lips.
“Open your mouth.” Only a small amount left, he pushed the remaining ice into her mouth before grabbing another, resuming the trail. He drew circles and zigzags along her heated skin, savoring the sweet drops as he moved his hand under her shirt. Hearing the slight crunch as she chewed what was left gave him a series of electric jolts coursing down his arms, shooting straight to his stiff cock.
She lifted her shirt, struggling to pull the material past her breasts and the second he swirled the ice around her nipple, she jerked up, her head dropping, her mouth opening wide. “Oh!”
He twirled the cube around in lazy circles then moved to her other hardened bud, taking his time until the cube melted entirely. Securing another, he repeated his action before sliding the ice down her stomach to her hip then moving to her other leg, ending at her knee. “When you learn to obey me without question, you will know sheer ecstasy.”
Her body relaxed until he placed another cube just above her pussy, trailing along her bikini line. With one hand he pressed apart her labia, darting the ice around her clit then pulling back.
“God!” Her exclamation rushed toward the ceiling, her feet curling as they fell silently to the table. She jerked back her legs almost instantly, grabbing her knees in an effort to keep them aloft.
Chuckling, he blew across her pussy lips as he continued swirling the ice, lightly touching yet the ice melting almost instantly. He dug his hand into the bowl again, tinkling the ice on purpose before grabbing another. This time, he placed the cube directly at her sweet pussy hole, teasing before sliding the cube just inside. After issuing a low-slung growl, he placed his open mouth on her cunt, darting his tongue inside, wiggling the ice as he licked and sucked.
“Oh, God. I… I…” She tossed her head from side to side, moaning, the sound breathless.
He feasted on her with greedy actions, his tongue sliding further inside, lapping her sweet cream. Stars floated in front of his eyes as he ate her pussy, swallowing the heady combination of her juice and the lukewarm water. Without looking, he pulled another cube between his fingers, pushing it inside, sucking with vigor. He was sweating, beads rolling down the back of his neck, his hunger increasing to the point his shaft was pinched, begging for release.
Jenna’s body was shaking all over, her head tossing back and forth. Her grunts were feral, her fingers digging into her legs.
There was no doubt she could come quickly, and he wanted to consume every drop of her cream. As the ice melted he retrieved the last one from the bowl, sliding it down the crack of her ass, wiggling until it was just at her dark hole. When she bucked up, her entire muscular system tense, he thrust several fingers inside her pussy, driving in and out as he swirled his tongue around her clit, nipping and sucking, taking the tender flesh between his teeth.
“Yes. Please, Sir. May I come?” Her voice was weak, a breathless pant, her lower lip quivering.
“Not yet,” he instructed before continuing to lick and suck, dragging his tongue up and down the length of her pussy, lapping the remaining cube in her cunt. He thrust harder and faster, flexing his fingers open as he pushed the melting cube deeper into her ass. There was no doubt the sensations were driving her to the brink of madness. The scent of her alone was the breaking point, forcing the savage man inside to the surface. There was nothing about this woman he didn’t crave.
“Please…” she begged, undulating her body, bucking her hips.
Dominick refused to give in, licking and plunging, his tongue and fingers working in a perfect orchestration. When her entire body was shimmering from perspiration, a flush deepening along her jawline and cheeks, only then did he relent. “Come for me, baby girl.”
“I…”
“Come. Now!” The command was issued with full authority, his tone of voice laced with darkness. When she rocked up from the table, a silent scream coming from her mouth, she exploded inside his, filling his mouth and throat with cum.
“Ooohh!”
He lapped every drop, savoring the intense flavor, licking and biting down on her clit as the climax turned into a wave, covering her body with goosebumps.
Her hands slipped away from her legs, falling by her sides, her knees slowly sliding toward the table. Her face was serene, her eyes clenched tightly closed. There was no doubt she was euphoric.
Only when she stopped shaking did he let her go, pushing the chair away from the table, the legs dragging along the floor in a noisy fashion. He stood then walked away but was unable to take his eyes off of her. “You look exquisite when you come.”
She opened her eyes, blinking several times as if trying to focus and when she spoke, her words were seductive, sultry. “My Sir. Thank you.”
“That reward is only for very obedient girls. Remain exactly where you are.”
“Yes, Sir.”
He pressed his hand over his mouth as he headed into his office, opening one of his drawers. He’d purchased some items only the day before, knowing this day would come. Selecting the perfect tool and a tube of lubricant, he walked back into the kitchen, standing over her. “This is yet another phase of your training, my sweet little girl.”
Eyeing the ass plug, she sucked in her breath, nodding as she blinked her acknowledgement.
“I want you to lean over the table for me.” His instructions were clear, and he stood back, waiting as she eased off the table, her legs wobbling.
She darted a look over her shoulder before complying, bending at the waist and leaning over the table.
“Open your ass cheeks.”
“Yes, Sir.” She did as she was told, reaching back, her fingers pulling her skin until her asshole was exposed.
“This is to be worn all day and all night. Remove as necessary and clean, but you must slide this back in. This is small in comparison to what you’ll be wearing in a week, maybe longer. And when you’re ready, I will claim your tight ass.”
“Yes, Sir.”
He opened the lubricant, placing a small amount and rubbing the sheath. There wasn’t a muscle in his body that wasn’t tingling with excitement, his mind reveling in the shared experience. He could envision fucking her ass, driving his dick all the way inside. Placing the tip of the plug at her puckered hole, he pushed gently, dropping the lubricant and pressing his other hand on the small of her back. “Breathe and relax.”
Jenna continued quivering, panting with every inch.
When he pushed past the tight ring of muscle, he inhaled. Even the sweet scent of her sex was enough to create swelling in his balls, aching in a desperate way. He wiggled and twisted until the plug was all the way inside. Patting her on the ass, he helped her stand. “I want you to text me later and tell me how the plug feels.”
“Yes, Sir. I promise.”
“You are not to play with yourself in any manner. Your pussy is mine. You will return in two days and we will continue your training. You are to stand in the corner naked every morning and every night, reflecting on your penance. The other rules still apply. Do I make myself clear, baby girl?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
Dominick smacked her ass several times. The way he felt about this woman was dangerous.
* * *
“God! I’m so sorry I’m late,” Jenna huffed as she almost raced toward the table, sitting down quickly and regretting doing so. Wincing, she sometimes forgot about her new… What would she call the rubber thing shoved in her ass? Her appendage? She bit back another groan as Camie narrowed her eyes.
“Hmmm… Are you okay? You look like you’re in pain.” Camie asked, her expression full of concern.
“I’m fine. Just…” She shifted in her seat, doing her best to find some level of comfort. Even in a little over a day, she’d grown somewhat used to the invasion, although going to the bathroom then replacing the first time had been trying. She’d been embarrassed at first, then felt naughty and dirty, like all bad little girls should feel. Just thinking about the ass plug brought heat to her face.
“And you’re flushed. What is going on?”
“Nothing.”
“You’re a terrible liar,” Camie admonished. “You’ve only returned one of my phone calls and when you did, you were distracted as hell. Is it the ad you placed? You have no idea how terrible I felt for suggesting something so ridiculous.”
“It was a good idea,” Jenna insisted.
“Dangerous. Don’t tell me you had freaks. Oh, God. I bet you did. They aren’t hassling you, are they? You look okay, but looks can be deceiving. I’m really worried now.”
For about a dozen reasons, her friend’s words were another reason to blush. She was grateful they were sitting outside, the restaurant flanking the James River and she could hide behind her sunglasses. “Stop worrying. I’m better than fine, actually.” And there was no doubt Camie wasn’t going to let this go.
“Then talk to me. Details, little girl.”
Little girl. How many times had he used the term? Suddenly, she remembered she hadn’t texted her Sir about arriving at the restaurant. Shit. Shit. Shit. “Hold on and I’ll tell you.” Grabbing her phone, her fingers were shaking as she attempted to text, finding it difficult to see her screen in the glaring sunlight. She typed a full sentence then had to delete almost half due to misspellings. Why was she nervous? She’d followed his rules to the letter. Until now. “Damn it.”
“Wow. You’re one nervous nelly. I can’t wait to hear this story. Might need wine for this one. Maybe tequila.”
Giving Camie a nasty look, she took a deep breath before finishing her requirement.
I’m safely here at the restaurant, Sir. I will see you tonight as discussed.
Hitting send, she expelled all the hot air, doing her best to act nonchalant as she shoved her phone back into her purse, folding her hands on the table and issuing a huge and very fake grin. “Very funny.”
“Right. And I’m not buying the bullshit,” Camie stated.
“What bullshit?”
“The crap you’re going to issue. I know you too well, girlfriend.”
“Let’s order a soft drink and not tequila. Some of us have to work for a living.”
“Fine. Then you’re going to tell me everything.” Camie held out her finger.
Jenna thought about one of the very first rules she’d agreed to—telling no one. But she wanted to share her experience, the joy, and the way she tingled almost every hour of the day. “Maybe.” The term ‘bad girl’ remained in the back of her mind. She’d need more than a hard spanking after this particular lunch.
They chit-chatted about this and that until they ordered and both had tall glasses of lemonade in front of them.
“Did you get a promotion at work?” Camie asked. “No, that wouldn’t elicit that kind of reaction.”
“God, no. I don’t think that man has any idea all that I do for him. Come to think of it, maybe I need to explain that in detail.”
“O-kay. So, you didn’t get the usual freaks trying to offer you dirty dates?”
Jenna shrugged. “At least three hundred, last time I counted. The ad ended yesterday, and I didn’t renew it so hopefully that will die down.”
Camie leaned over, lifting her sunglasses. “That means you found someone. The perfect disciplinarian, a man you’ve always dreamed of, at least with a paddle in his hand. Bending over his knee.”
“Very funny.” Why were the words sticking in her throat?
Ripping off her shades, she leaned over the table, half glaring at Jenna. “You did find someone. Didn’t you?”
“Well, let’s just say that between the ad and SubmissiveLife, an entire new world opened up to me.” When she wiggled this time, her pussy clenched. Jenna had to stop fantasizing about their next adventure together or she’d never get anything accomplished at work.
“Now you are going to give me the details. Is he handsome or weird? How many times have you seen him? Do you know his real name? Where do you do this? I mean the spanking thing?” Camie was way too excited, her voice lifting above the din of the customers.
Another round of embarrassment shot through her and she had the distinct feeling at least ten people had overheard. “Shush. I don’t need the world hearing about how depraved I am.”
“Oh, come on. It’s not like there aren’t at least a few women sitting in their restaurant that don’t enjoy a good whipping now and again.”
She couldn’t resist scanning the restaurant, wondering if any of the various women of all ages, race, and no doubt financial status did indeed submit to a hard spanking every once in a while. A series of nefarious visions popped into the back of her mind. “You’re probably right. To answer a few of your questions: Daddy is very handsome, gorgeous in fact and there’s nothing weird about him. We’ve only been together twice, with another session tonight. I do know his real name and no, I’m not sharing, no matter what you do to me.”
“Party pooper. You’re going to leave out all the good stuff. Do you at least get some relief from the spanking?” She crossed and re-crossed her leg, her expression full of mischief.
Jenna rolled her eyes behind her dark shades. Relief. Everything had changed between them. She’d never felt so utterly fulfilled, so alive. “I understand why you crave them, spankings I mean. There’s more to this kind of… relationship than just spanking. Much more.”
“That I know, but I’m actually in a relationship.” Camie tapped her fingers on the table. “You’re right. I do crave a severe spanking, at least sometimes.” She shook her head. “Not that Mark would tell you that. He’d say I came to every round of discipline kicking and screaming.”
She bit her tongue to keep from saying anything.
“Why keep me in suspense? Is he famous? An actor? I know, the governor.” Camie laughed.
“No, goofy. Because he’s private and what we’re sharing is a secret.”
“A secret. That bothers me a lot, Jenna. Please don’t tell me he drags you to some dark and damp location, like a dungeon to do this.”
She burst into laughter. If only Camie could see her daddy’s house. “No, of course not. I go to his house. A very nice location I might add, complete with an exquisite pool. Not that I’ve been swimming or anything!”
“Hmm… A pool, huh. You make it sound like he’s well off anyway. I hope you vetted him out before you agreed to meet with him.” She leaned in closer. “He is rich. Isn’t he? I know, you’re not going to tell me. My guess is he’s some powerful old dude with a lot of kinky friends.”
“Of course, I found out as many details as I could. He’s not old. We talked online for days before I agreed to meet with him in a very public place.” She realized a smile hadn’t left her face since she started talking about him.
“You’re fascinated by this or maybe by your daddy. I knew this was the right thing for you. You’re positively glowing.” Camie shook her head. “I wish I felt that way when Mark rears his ugly head. Last night was painful.” She sighed and shook her head, her mouth pursing.
“Wow. I thought you were happier than anyone I knew.”
She took a sip of her lemonade, drumming her fingers on the table. “I’m happy, but we’re still a couple with bills and frustrations, money issues, and arguments about everything under the sun. Mark just thinks that every disagreement will end in a hard spanking. Don’t get me wrong. I agreed to this and our relationship is much stronger, but he’s dominating every minute of every day.”
“That’s what he’s supposed to do, Camie. If you’re really in this kind of relationship, then he’s the boss, the head of household like you told me last week. He can’t turn it off and on per your request.” Jenna realized she’d learned a lot about the lifestyle as well as about her desires in a few short days.
“Since when did you get to be the expert?” Camie giggled as she removed her sunglasses, fingering the thick plastic. “You’re right. I guess I’m just an impetuous brat, much like my friend.”
“And that’s why Daddy spanks me on a regular basis.”
“Is that why you’re wiggling like a bad girl?”
“That and the ass plug he’s requiring me to wear.” Jenna couldn’t believe she’d actually admitted to the intimate part of their relationship. “Oops.”
Camie opened her mouth. “Wait a minute. Is there more to this than just the fact he spanks you on a regular basis?”
Jenna dropped her gaze, biting her lower lip as a brand new set of nerves kicked in.
“Oh. My. God. You like this guy, I mean really like him. Don’t you?”
“He’s not what I expected.”
“And what exactly did you expect?”
“I guess I was looking for someone like my father. Older. A man who would simply see me as a bad girl and know what kind of punishment I needed. I didn’t expect to find a man who was so intelligence and respectful, charismatic and easy to talk to. When we talked online, he was able to break down my walls, ripping off the mask I had permanently secured to my face. He was kind in the questions he asked, thoughtful in providing guidance, as if he’d known me his entire life. I’ve never felt so free before, able to face anything. I don’t honestly know how to explain what I’m feeling.”
Camie opened her mouth twice before she coughed. “Wow. You’re in love with him. I should have seen it the second you sat down.”
“What? No. I’m just…” Love? She’d known from the second she met him that she could have a crush on him, but love? She sat back then heard the pinging of an incoming text. Excitement surged through her, her mouth dry as she scrambled to reach for her phone.
“You’re panting, Jenna.”
She took off her sunglasses in an effort to read what was sent. “It’s him. My daddy.”
I have a surprise for you. Don’t be late, baby girl.
Jenna was indeed breathing hard. She was even lightheaded. A surprise. She was wearing a small portion of the previous treat, and that didn’t include the rubber plug. Matching underwear made her feel sexy as hell. She bit back another series of giggles. As she eased the phone down on the table, she lifted her head. “You’re right. I’m crazy for the way I feel. What am I going to do?”
“Be careful that you don’t lose yourself. Is he single? Is he available? Does he want anything more than the arrangement you have? Do you know anything about his real life, not just what you’ve read? He might have secrets. Every man does.”
She groaned. “He’s just divorced and I’m not entirely certain what he wants, not in the long term. I can’t ask him that. Not now. I’m his baby girl and he’s my daddy and that’s what I need at this point.”
Camie placed her hand on Jenna’s. “You’re happy and that makes me happy but be careful. He may have a hidden agenda after all.”
The warning lingered. Dominick Asbury had dozens of reasons to hide behind his own mask. To even think that a man of such power and influence would be interested in her for anything other than what they were sharing was ridiculous. She lived in the real world. But she could play and enjoy for the time being. “Enough about me. What’s going on in your life?”
“You’re not getting off that easily, missy. I’ll have to tell that daddy of yours what a bad girl you really are.”
They laughed as lunch arrived.
I see you…
The text popped up out of the blue. Jenna eyed her phone as casually as possible, pulling it toward her before typing.
What does that mean? Are you here?
“What are you doing?” Camie asked as she began cutting her salad. “By the way, I need a favor.”
“Nothing. Just a business text. My boss can’t find a file. Figures,” Jenna said, keeping her eyes on her phone for fear of giving away her little white lie. “What favor?”
I’m standing by the railing.
Jenna laughed in a disgusted manner and twisted in her seat. “I left the file on his desk and he can’t find it. Do you believe what I have to deal with?” She managed to twist just enough to catch a glimpse of him. The same heat raced down her spine, shivers tingling all over, trickling into her pussy. He stood by himself, wearing light gray trousers and a crisp white shirt rolled up at the sleeves. The light wind blew through his shoulder-length hair. Almost every woman had her eyes on him, watching the way he stood against the railing in a casual fashion, his legs crossed at the ankle, his chiseled features and dominating demeanor so powerful.
“You should look for another job. You’re so talented. Mark was supposed to go with me to this party and he has to go out of town. Will you go with me? I need all the support I can get.”
What are you doing here?
“A party? I don’t know. I’ve thought about looking for another job, but he does pay me pretty well,” Jenna half whispered, her excitement driving flutters into her heart. She shifted on her seat, the plug now a wonderful, warm reminder.
Having lunch with a client but he’s late. Are you being a good girl?
Never.
She typed her answer fast, biting back a series of giggles, trying to disguise them as groans.
Camie lifted her eyebrow. “Just a thing on Friday night for my work. I’ve spent a lot of time on this and I’m sick with nerves. Dress up but it’s all paid for. Please come with me. I’ll owe you huge.”
“I think he has what he needs,” Jenna said, sighing as she lifted her fork, her eyes constantly darting to her phone. “I hate parties, but for you, okay.”
Then you need a reminder.
Jenna’s mouth was completely dry, the pulse in her neck ticking. The simple words were so chilling.
“You’re the best. I could have killed Mark. He knows how important this is for my career,” Camie hissed.
Yes, Sir.
Meet me in the bathroom hallway.
She gulped. He was breaking protocol. Did he really want to see her?
“You’re flushed again. Does your boss bother you that much?” Camie asked slyly.
“Yeah, he does when he gets this way. I’m going to the bathroom. I’ll be right back and yes, I’m just fine.” Jenna gave her a dazzling smile before shoving her phone into her purse and walking away from the table, her legs unsteady. She didn’t look back but could feel Camie’s eyes on her as she walked through the crowd, heading inside, scanning the area for signs leading to the bathroom.
By the time she reached the hallway, she was panting. She felt his presence behind her, his wet and hot breath cascading down along her neck and shoulders. “I’ve been a very bad girl, Daddy.”
“You have?” he whispered, the tone husky.
“Yes, Sir. I almost told my girlfriend about you.”
“Then you do need a hard spanking.” He moved around her, trying the door to the women’s bathroom and finding the single room empty, ushered her inside.
“Yes, Sir. I do.” As he locked the door and pushed her against the counter, she tried to control her breathing.
“And your daddy is going to give you exactly what you need.” Master Dominick slid his hand down both sides of her neck, along her arms then around to her ass. Yanking her dress up to her waist, he patted her ass before taking a step back and unbuckling his belt. “Lower your panties for me. Take them off.”
Jenna obeyed instantly, removing and fisting her panties before leaning over. The sheer excitement of the moment, being out in public, the utter concept of humiliation was incredible. This was even dirtier than the plug or being spanked over his desk. She studied the way he removed the leather strap in the mirror, rubbing his fingers down the thick grain before folding it over, slapping the belt against his hand. She jumped slightly, the anticipation killing her.
He tapped the strap against her ass then slipped his fingers between the crack of her ass, twisting and turning the plug. “You’re wearing your plug. Good girl.”
“Yes, Sir. I have been. Just like you told me.”
His eyes were twinkling as he shifted to the side. He held out his hand. “Give me your panties, baby girl. We certainly can’t have you screaming.”
Nodding, she offered him the slip of lace. She was blushing from her neck all the way past her jawline. For a few seconds, she wanted an audience, to have people see that she’d been a bad girl. The thought was riveting.
“Open your pouty mouth for me.”
She did as she was told, opening her mouth wide. As he inserted her thong, she could no longer hear anything around her and had difficulty focusing. She dropped her head, waiting for her punishment.
“Thirty. One after the other.” Master Dominick rubbed his hand on the small of her back then began, slapping her with even, solid smacks.
The pain was excruciating from the beginning, sending a shower of anguish jetting down her legs. Whimpering, she tried to stay in position, to be obedient as the leather struck across her tender ass, marking her. The sound of the belt whooshing through the air was stimulating. The snapping. The cracking. Everything about the hard discipline was enthralling.
“You’re doing very well. I’m proud of you, baby girl.” He hesitated only briefly before beginning again, blistering her naked ass, making certain that she knew he was in charge and would punish her anywhere that was necessary.
With every hard strike, every snap of his wrist, she was thrust against the counter. He belted her on her ass as well as the tops of her thighs, every move practiced. The way her ass clenched around the plug was another layer of current dancing in her body, a rocketing sensation between pleasure and pain.
She witnessed a single bead of sweat trickling down his face and as she concentrated on the rolling bead, her pussy tingled. Kicking out, she sensed his displeasure, but for some reason, the spanking hurt worse than it had before.
“Stay in position or I’ll add more,” he stated.
Nodding, she could feel tears forming in her eyes and she fought to keep from bawling like a little girl.
When he was finished, he gave her a huge smile, inching closer and rubbing his hand up and down her arm. “So proud of you, my beautiful, sexy baby girl.” Reaching around, he removed her panties, pulling them under his nose, inhaling deeply before handing them to her. “You did miss me.”
“Yes, Sir,” she breathed, resisting rubbing her ass. She was flushed, her skin shimmering and she was euphoric, even if her ass was on fire. As she struggled to get into her panties, they locked eyes.
He issued a teasing smile as he slid the belt between the loops, buckling then running his hands through his hair. “Tonight.”
“Yes, Sir. Tonight.”
Master Dominick kissed the top of her head and walked to the door, giving her one more heated look before unlocking and walking out.
Jenna slumped against the counter, dropping her head. Love. Dear God, Camie was right.
She was falling madly, head over heels in love with him.