A Little Band of Red (The Red Series Book 1) Page 8

  “You’ve got nothing to be scared of, I promise. Just come to me and bend over.”

  Bend over, as in face down—ass up. PJ’s stomach lurched yet she still found herself following his instructions to the letter. Her wrists were clipped together then attached to the chain that was quickly pulled taut before it was hooked into something she couldn’t see. Bent at the waist with her torso flat on the bed, her face tilted sideways and arms firmly stretched out in front of her, she felt utterly helpless.

  “Now we’re going to start off with a good old fashioned spanking. Normally I would have you count and thank me for each one, but tonight I just want you to relax and not fight the pain. Can you do that for me?”

  Pain, why did he have to say that? How much pain was he talking about here exactly? A little bit of playful pain, the odd harder slap to keep her off balance? Or some out and out ugly crying pain? The kind that PJ hated—with a passion.

  As he disappeared out of her line of vision, she seriously started to panic, palms sweaty, legs trembling, but it stopped just as quickly when the soft suiting of his pants brushed up against her thighs. He was so big; she could feel the weight of him pressing her hips into the pillow, the delicious heat of him covering her back when he leaned down over top of her. The clean masculine scent of him was everywhere as he nuzzled her neck, licking and kissing his way up to the corner of her mouth.

  “Are you ready, Darling?”

  Was she? No. “Yes, Master.”

  One last kiss and then he was gone. The stroking began; long leisurely touches that started at the small of her back, moved down over her ass, along her thighs then back up again. Over and over, the same pattern mixed with such sweet words coming from a man who knew nothing about her.

  While she still had some major reservations, PJ could feel her guard dropping, her body slumping into the mattress as her breathing became slow and easy.

  “There we go beautiful girl.”

  His softly spoken comment floated over her a second before the harsh clap of flesh striking flesh. A fiery sting erupted across her ass then dissipated almost instantly. On the whole, it wasn’t so bad. The next one caught her on the other cheek. Again it was short and sharp. Several more followed in quick succession, a little harder and all over the same spot. The burn was lingering now, getting hotter, but if she twisted her hips or held her breath, she was fine.

  “Don’t fight me, you need to learn to just go with it, feel the pain and then let it go.”

  What did that mean? PJ had no fucking idea, but now didn’t seem like the time to ask.

  “Answer me.” He gave her a particularly nasty slap right over the top of her thigh.

  “Oww. Yes, Master.”

  “Thank you. Now I’m going to give you ten harder strikes and you’re going to breathe deep between each one, yes?”

  “Yes, Master.” Fuck, that sounded serious. PJ tensed instantly.

  Fingers delved into her hair, tugging her head further over to the side then he was right there, leaning down, completely smothering her body with his. Every part of him felt massive, especially the erection thrusting suggestively between her tender ass cheeks, but it was his kiss that took her breath away. With every gasp, he plunged his tongue between her lips, yet the angle he held her on made it impossible for her to kiss him back. God she wanted to though, he tasted amazing.

  “You’re still fighting me, Baby. Now let go.”

  How? She’d sound like such an idiot if she asked so didn’t. Instead she sucked in a breath, but he took it, and the next as he plunged his tongue back into her mouth, curling and teasing until finally she did just let go. When her lips were swollen and her pussy was throbbing as much as her backside, he released her, returning to the end of the bed.

  “Give me these ten and I’ll give you a reward.”

  Oh yes, she wanted a reward. “Yes, Master.”

  He spanked her then, hard enough to make her scream.

  It was a good thing she was face down on the bed because Luke couldn’t stop his smile. He hadn’t hit her hard, not really. It was the element of surprise that had caught her off guard. With her eyes squeezed shut and her fists clenched, she looked like she was about to explode, but Luke was curious to discover how other areas of her luscious body were responding to his touch.

  Gently he stroked a finger over the bright red handprint on her ass. She jerked beneath him, twisting her hips, but he grabbed her, holding her still. She settled instantly with a little sigh that had his smile transforming into a grin. Carefully he spread the delicate folds of her pussy. She was glistening with the evidence of her arousal and he was throbbing painfully from his.

  With one finger he teased her, dipping inside, only a tiny bit before spreading her wetness up over her clit, drawing circles till she groaned. Her scent was intoxicating, musky and rich. Any minute now he was going to be drowning in it. They had nine strikes to go and she’d be getting them fast and hard.

  “Nine more and just because I want to know you’re still with me, I want you to count.” He spanked her ass, left then right.

  “One, ahh—two.” Her whole body clenched, quivered and then relaxed.

  “Good girl.” Again, he struck her twice, both on the same side.

  “Three … oww, oww.”

  “Oww’s not a number.” He repeated four, right over top of three.

  “Fou—ow.”

  Close enough. His next two strikes caught the underside of her ass.

  “Ahhh, five, six.”

  Luke was laughing, thoroughly enjoying her beautifully genuine response and he wanted her to laugh too, maybe not now, but later, when they talked. He made seven and eight lighter, right on the fleshy part of her thigh.

  “Seven … eight.”

  “Two more, Baby, then you get a reward.” And so did he.

  The last two strikes Luke landed right on top of each other. Again she screamed, but it was almost with relief.

  “Nine, ahh ten.”

  PJ’s ass was on fire, heat pulsing just under the surface. If only she could rub it or stretch. Would he let her or was this all part of the punishment? She honestly had no idea. On the upside, it was over. As much as it stung like a bitch, it could’ve been a hell of a lot worse.

  A metallic click had her peeking up. Master Luke was unhooking the chain—no, only loosening it before he sat down beside her.

  “Roll over, onto your back.”

  Even though it was going to hurt, PJ did instantly; somewhat surprised by the strange compulsion she felt to please this man. “Ouch.”

  His chuckle was low, oh so sexy, and he knew it, she could tell by the way he carried himself, shoulders back, chest puffed out.

  “You,” he leaned down, his hands finding hers and holding tight, “are absolutely adorable. Was your first punishment that bad?”

  As he moved closer again, his breath gently blowing through her hair, she relaxed a little, finding comfort in his touch.

  “Yes … no—”

  Without warning, he straddled her, his vastly superior weight pressing her down hard into the mattress.

  “Oh, God.” Dull, throbbing agony surged up and down her body before returning to her backside.

  “You’ll remember now won’t you, to keep your hands where you can see them.”

  His hands moved to her face, one cupped her jaw while the other swept her hair away with a tenderness that had her staring up at him. He was not what she had expected tonight.

  Everything she’d read on the Internet, the personal accounts of submissive women who lived out their sexual fantasies and fulfilled their needs through the club scene, had all spoken of a casualness that PJ had found disturbing. It just wasn’t in her nature to dismiss one part of her personality in order to satisfy another. Yet her fears were fading under the brilliance of Master Luke’s smile and the warmth of his reassuring words because somehow he made her feel precious, which was insane.

  “Yes, Master.”

  “Goo
d. Now I’m going to ask you a question and I want you to be honest.”

  She nodded, suddenly very conscious of the serious edge to his voice.

  “Answer me, Darling.”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “Do you trust me, just a little bit?”

  Did she? He hadn’t really hurt her and he’d been charming and patient.

  “I do, Master.”

  “Can you trust me just a little bit more?”

  Her heart sped up with that request, her breathing too. What if he wanted to hit her with one of those whips or gag her with the horrible mask thingy with the zips? She could just imagine the claustrophobic feeling of having her nose covered and her eyes, or worse her mouth. Her throat was already dry and raspy, forcing her to swallow a hell of a lot more than she normally did. But surely he wouldn’t, he seemed so nice and she was kind of curious to see where all this was going.

  “Yes, Master.”

  His beautiful blue eyes lit up as he grinned. “Christ, where have you been for the last fourteen years?”

  Was he serious, did he really want to know? “New—”

  He kissed her again, sweeping into her mouth with a force that left her reeling. His tongue was everywhere, stealing her words, her breath and any resistance she might have felt towards him, all of it was gone as he pulled away.

  “Will you let me restrain you? Completely?”

  God yes, at the moment she’d let him do anything if he promised to kiss her again.

  “Yes, Master.”

  Slowly he eased down the bed, his hands trailing along her body, over her thighs. She watched him grab two thick black straps which he secured around her knees, not her ankles. Then he unhooked two heavy lengths of chain that were hanging from the crossbeam, running parallel to the bottom of the footboard. With a grin, he caught her ankle and tugged her down to the edge of the bed. It wasn’t until he lifted her leg, clipping the large chrome D-ring attached to the strap into the chain about half a meter up that she began to panic. If he was planning to do the same to—he caught her other leg, the one she’d been pulling up to her chest. It was lifted into the same precarious position. With the added bonus of her new Brazilian, PJ was completely open and exposed to him.

  An ungodly sense of anxiety struck her, harder than any of his blows. She wanted to vomit, or cry, or both. It was an extremely disconcerting sensation and one that perhaps she should mention. But then he’d just think she was some silly bitch playing a game that she didn’t fully understand. And it was true, she didn’t, but she wasn’t quite ready to admit that yet, not to him anyway.

  It had been a long, long time since Luke had felt the pure, unadulterated joy he was feeling now. She was everything he’d hoped for, so damn sweet and shy, unsure of her sexuality yet he could feel the passion building within her and very soon, he intended to let it out. She needed something though, that he hadn’t given her yet. She needed her first real taste of pain because if he didn’t fulfill her needs, she might start looking elsewhere.

  Luke may have been single for a long time, but he was still a possessive man, obsessive too when he set his mind on something, and now that he’d discovered her masochistic desires, he’d set his mind on her. If she even looked at another Dom, he honestly didn’t know what he’d do. Still, she was a virgin to all this, so he’d take it slow and be gentle with her until he knew exactly what she could handle.

  “I have another rule for you and this one is important so remember it.”

  Already she was panting quietly. “Yes, Master.”

  “You will not come until I tell you to. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “Good girl.”

  Placing himself squarely between her splayed thighs, he leaned down over her. She was a tiny thing, no more than five foot two. At six foot three he could easily reach every part of her body from his position above. Starting with her mouth, he pressed his finger inside and without him needing to ask, she began to suck gently, toying around the tip before he pulled free. Tracing the wetness down her chin, then lower, he explored her breasts. They were beautifully plump and pale. She’d mark like a dream, but before he punished her again, she needed to earn it.

  As he circled her areola, leaving it glossy, she arched up into his hand, silently begging for more. He gave it to her, trapping her nipple between his fingers and rolling it till she groaned.

  “Do you like that, Darling?

  “Yes … hmmm—”

  “Who am I?” He pinched her again, harder this time.

  “Master, yes Master.”

  “Yes, I am.” Luke felt the need to hold something; paddle, flogger, whip, he didn’t care because for the first time ever he was experiencing a sense of calmness at the thought of teaching PJ how to gracefully accept the pain, instead of a compulsion driven by a burning need that he knew would never truly be satisfied. It really could be a new beginning for both of them.

  Drifting lower he tickled a path down her stomach, over her pubic bone to the soft silky folds of flesh that had him salivating. She was watching him as he dropped to his knees, his hands gripping her thighs far tighter than was necessary.

  Her breaths came in shallow rasps, one falling on top of another as his finger eased closer to her pussy.

  “Relax, PJ, I’m just going to give you a little kiss.”

  His chuckle brushed over her a second before his tongue swept right up the center of her core. She groaned, her hips undulating until he dug his fingers in, holding her still. A seasoned sub would’ve known better, but that’s not what he wanted. He wanted her reckless and desperate, so caught up in what he was doing that he could lead her deeper without the fear he’d seen in her eyes, holding her back.

  Spreading her labia, he began his seduction, lashing over her clit, sucking the folds then nipping her when she started to quiver.

  “Ohh, God, ohhh.”

  Her sweet decadent taste spilled onto his tongue as he thrust it inside, swirling till she thrashed in her bonds. It was only a matter of seconds before she came and then the real fun would begin. Abandoning his crushing grip on her thigh, Luke plunged a finger inside her. She was so fucking tight, all clenched muscles and slick heat. He would’ve given anything to fuck her right now, claim her in the most primal of ways, but he couldn’t, he needed to build trust and reassure her, not treat her like a whore on a night out.

  Thrusting gently, he coaxed her closer, teasing her clit with brisk little licks until she was writhing relentlessly and groaning.

  “Please … please, Master, may I—”

  “No, you may not.” Just as her back bowed off the bed in frustration, he added a second finger, plunging into her hard and fast while he tormented her clit. Everything seized. Her legs locked tight, the chains rattling, but he didn’t stop until she was desperately trying to pull away.

  “Ah, Baby, you didn’t come did you, when I specifically told you not to?” It was a dirty trick to sound so disappointed, however the result was worth it. She looked like she was about to cry.

  “Sorry … I’m so sorry, Master.”

  Luke smiled. “What are we going to do so that we can move past this?”

  Her wide-eyed, guilty look had him grinning, yet it was more than that. He felt light, metaphorically speaking, as though all the pressures of life had lifted. And even if it were only temporary, it was a beautiful feeling because it came from her. He just wanted to sweep her up and smother her in kisses until she felt it too. Then he wanted to talk, learn everything about her and spend the next week remembering every glorious detail of it while the rest of his life spiralled out of control again.

  “I don’t know, Master.”

  Trying very hard not to laugh, Luke kissed her thigh. “Oh I think you do. How did we make it right between us the last time you did something wrong?”

  “You punished me.”

  “I did, didn’t I? And you learned a very valuable lesson.”

  Her lips were trembling
from the aftershocks of her orgasm, not tears this time.

  “Yes, Master.”

  Slowly Luke eased his fingers free, bringing them to his mouth to lick. She followed his every move with a look of awestruck rapture.

  “I think I’ll use a crop this time, a very special one that I’ve just bought and we’ll aim for five. What do you think?”

  PJ thought he was beautiful, absolutely beautiful as he appeared beside the bed, all tousled hair and glistening lips, then he turned towards the wall, the wall of pain. He’d said crop and she knew what that was, had even held one once at a friend’s house when she was a kid. Surely it couldn’t be that bad? If she safe worded now because things were no longer playful, she’d never know if this whole scene was for her. What Master Luke had done so far had been amazing. The orgasm he’d given her was like nothing Sam ever had. Maybe Sam actually hadn’t, maybe he was just that bad or Master Luke was just that good?

  “Answer me, Darling.”

  With no hesitation whatsoever, she did. “Yes, Master.”

  Again he flashed her that devastating smile a second before he took a step towards the wall, then he reached down, retrieving something from a bag on the floor. The handle was clear, glass or perspex, long and thick exactly like a … “Oh!” At the other end was a folded strip of black leather.

  When he stepped back between her legs, she expected him to unclip her and turn her over again. He didn’t. Instead he parted her folds before he very slowly ran his tongue around the end of the crop.

  “You will count for me and thank me for each one, yes?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  Slowly he pushed the handle inside her. It felt huge as it slid over her tender flesh. In—out, in, a twist, out again, in, her eyes shut just as a warm heat settled over her clit. PJ jerked, trying to close her legs, but she couldn’t. Master Luke had wedged himself firmly between them and he wasn’t gentle this time, his tongue lashing roughly over the spot that had just driven her wild. The result was the same now. She’d never climaxed twice in a night, didn’t even know if it was possible, but as he thrust the glass handle relentlessly inside her while he ravaged the outside with his tongue and teeth, she was dragged right back to the edge within minutes.