Caught by the Master (Club Esoteria 2)
[Siren Classic: Erotic Consensual BDSM Romance, sex toys, public exhibition]
Whitney Elliott is on the hunt for a front page story about sex slaves and slave auctions when she sneaks in the back door of Esoteria. Overdressed to be a sub and doesn’t have the attitude to be a Domme, she finds herself trapped in a world she’d only read about.
Taurus Green knows everything that goes on in his club and makes a point to meet every new guest within minutes of their arrival. He doesn’t know the cute little mouse wearing too many clothes and blushing at everything she sees. Could she be what he needs to cure his boredom with life?
After catching the mouse, he offers her an option, him or the police. What will Whitney choose? Arrest and humiliation? Or punishment from the Master who caught her?
A Siren Erotic Romance
Whitney was so blown away by Sir’s kiss that it took a moment to process the single word order he issued. It took all she had in her not to follow him as he crossed the room to one of the shelving units.
When the order penetrated the lust haze that fogged her brain, a shiver snaked through her. “Excuse me?”
“Take off your teddy and hang it on the hook by the bathroom door. Whenever we are alone you will be naked unless I say otherwise.”
He met her eyes with an expression that brought to mind a predator who had finally run his prey to ground and was preparing for the kill.
“It also makes for more interesting rewards and punishments if I can get to all of you.”
Whitney blinked, then met his eyes for a few more seconds before dropping her gaze. She read serious intention in his eyes, though his expression was otherwise blank.
Looking at the floor with her face burning for the umpteenth time since entering the building, she reached between her legs and pulled open the snaps that secured the crotch of the teddy. Closing her eyes, she crossed her arms, grabbed material, and quickly pulled it up over her head and off her body. After turning the scrap of imitation satin and lace right side out, she crossed the room and hung it from the hook Sir indicated.
Once finished with the simple task she froze. What was she to do next? She was naked in front of a stranger. A gorgeous Dom who planned to punish her. Would he be naked as well? What would he do to her now? Fuck her? Beat her? Tie her up and leave her? Offer her body to others in the club? The possibilities she’d read about in her research were endless. Each situation she thought of grew more horrible than the last until she began to tremble with fear.
“Come here, little mouse. We’ll get your punishment out of the way before we talk.”
“May I ask my questions then?”
“Yes. We’ll exchange questions and answers. For every question of mine that you answer truthfully you will be allowed to ask one.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
She winced when she realized what she had said. Why had she thanked him? It seemed only fair that he should answer her questions as well as ask his own. Didn’t it?
He had taken off his vest, but the soft leather pants remained on. The front bulged with his erection. He looked large behind the brown hide. When he sat in the straight back chair and held out his hand, she found she could not move.
“Breathe, little mouse. Look at me.”
Taking a breath, she did as he dictated.
“Now walk to me.”
Following his directions seemed so easy. In a few seconds, she found herself right beside him, still caught in his glowing eyes. She saw pleasure and approval flash in their green depths. That expression made her want to do whatever she could to keep him happy.
“Good girl. Now, can you lay yourself across my lap and accept your punishment? Or do I need to tie you down before I spank you?”
Whitney hesitated. She was guilty of trespassing and should be punished. If he wanted to spank her, she would let him. It was a hell of a way to get a story, but reporters did whatever necessary, didn’t they?
She stepped up close to his side but didn’t know how to proceed. “How do I?” she asked with a wave of her hand.
She squeaked when he grabbed her hand and pulled her off balance. She landed hard across his muscular thighs with her head down and ass up. He took a moment to adjust her to his liking, then wrapped his left arm across her back to hold her in place.
“Do you understand why you are being punished?”
“I snuck into the club without permission.”
She jumped and hissed when his hand came down hard on her right cheek. The pain was sharp, hard, and hot.
“Why did you come into my club without permission?” The hand came down on her left cheek.
She tried to think of an answer that was close enough to the truth to satisfy him without telling him the actual truth.
“I was curious about BDSM. I wanted to see the club, but they wouldn’t let me in the front gate.”
Another stroke. “This is a private club for members only. You are not a member,” he growled.
After that, the strikes came fast and hard on alternating sides. She tried to breathe through the pain, tried not to cry as they continued, but couldn’t help herself. Tears ran down her face by the fourth slap, and by the sixth she began crying in earnest. After that she lost count.
It took a moment for her to realize when he stopped. Her ass felt on fire, and she wondered how long it would be before she would be able to sit down again without remembering. She jumped when he began to caress her ass with something cool and creamy.
“Shhh, little mouse. This will ease the pain,” he explained, holding her in place when she tried to move away.
Knowing the punishment was over, she relaxed. A strange feeling of freedom washed over her along with a lust she had never felt before. No one had ever spanked her, and she had to admit that though it hurt like hell, the punishment and Sir’s domination also turned her on. Big time. Her thighs were wet with her juices, and her nipples were hard enough to poke holes through concrete.
“Looks like someone enjoyed her spanking,” Sir murmured as he trailed fingers between her legs and through her cream. “Are you horny, little mouse? Do you want to come?”
“Yes, Sir,” Whitney whispered, her face burning almost as much as her ass did.
Her breath caught when two fingers pressed into her channel. Then she sighed. It felt good to have someone else play with her pussy. When another finger brushed against her clit, her hips shifted, asking for more.
The movement earned her a sharp smack to her still stinging ass. “Hold still. You will not come until I give you permission. Do you understand?”
Whitney had to swallow back a moan before she answered, “Yes, Sir.”
After that, she concentrated on trying not to move while he played. He filled her with two and then three long, thick fingers. He slid them in and out while his thumb circled and flicked at her pleasure button. A heartbeat before she came, he pulled his fingers free and his attention shifted to her back hole.
“Such a pretty little pucker. Has anyone ever taken you there?” he asked as one finger circled round and round her back hole.
Her orgasm fizzled as she tensed. “No man ever has,” she said without elaborating. If he wanted more, he could ask for it. As it was, she was having a hard time thinking and forming words.
“No man, eh? How about toys? Have you played here before?” His finger stopped circling, and the tip pressed against the center of the star.
Her muscles tightened against the threatened intrusion. “I used a butt plug once, but I didn’t leave it in long. It felt strange.”
Instead of pushing into her, his hand slid back to her clit. Sliding two fingers back into her channel, he quickly built her lust back up. She fought her approaching orgasm with everything in her. Then he pinched her clit and held tight.
“Come now, little mouse,” he ordered in his steel-laced voice.