Carnal Indulgence (Desiring the Forbidden Book 3) (4 page)

“But I want to say I chose something for your wedding. I want something to be just from me.”

Libby looked over at Logan, hoping her eyes and facial expression begged for his assistance.

“Belle, sweetheart. Not everyone needs your help. Leave Miss Libby alone. If she needs your help, she’ll ask.” He patted her hand resting on the table like one would a small child.

Belle not easily appeased; she crossed her arms over her chest and scowled at Libby from across the table.

Whatever.

Libby took that opportunity to turn her back to Belle, taking a sudden interest in the activities at the bar, ignoring her babysitters, and wishing Daddy would get his ass back out here before she lost her shit. If this had been three or four years ago, Libby would have just gotten up and watched one of the scenes to get away—kind of like what Sassy did to Dylan recently and had The Playpen in an uproar looking for her. Libby had learned through the years that it was better to obey and ignore the situation around her, choosing to do what is right. Right now, sitting here, tolerating Belle until Maddox came back was obeying him. No matter how much it made her back teeth grind.

“There’s the bride-to-be!” She’d recognize that deep baritone voice anywhere.

Daddy Ivan.

The Master and owner of The Playpen, the person Maddox had been talking to. Daddy Ivan wrapped his arms around her in a bear hug. “How’s Maddox’s girl? Have you been behaving yourself?”

She felt her face flush, looking him in the eye. “Yes, Daddy Ivan. I have.”

“Good girl.” He gently pushed her toward Maddox. “We’re looking forward to this wedding, aren’t we, Melody?” His girl was behind him, and he wrapped his arm around her waist.

“We are. It’ll be nice, Libby.”

“As long as we can get all you women to behave, we should have a splendid time. No repeats of what happened last month.” Ivan’s hand slid down to cup Melody’s backside through her short, plaid schoolgirl skirt, patting it affectionately.

Libby shifted from foot-to-foot feeling uncomfortable at the mention of their escapade. Libby along with her new friends—Sassy and Sassy’s friend Sunni—had decided to drink some alcohol that Sassy had in her locker at The Playpen, which was completely against the house rules. Ivan’s wife Melody was in charge of confiscating any contraband found in lockers or other areas of The Playpen. However, that time, Melody had made an agreement with Sassy, letting her keep the contraband in her locker.

The four women had become completely inebriated in that locker room, passing around a bottle of Jack, having a loud, raucous time until Belle came in and found them all drunk on the floor.

All four women had been dragged by Master Ivan to the bar area to be publicly caned bent over the pool table, naked, their breasts swaying with each crack of the wood against their bare bottoms. All of their sexy bits and wobbling breasts were visible to the members of the club, thanks to a floor to ceiling mirror in the room. There was absolutely nothing hidden from the spectators. Libby stared at the pool table, remembering her humiliation.

“We’ll behave. I promise, Sir.”

“I should hope so. It’ll be your wedding, after all, and I would think your Daddy here would make sure you walk down the aisle with a red bottom—that keeps a bride behaving for the whole day.” He turned to look at Maddox. “Trust me on this one, Maddox.”

“Nice suggestion. Thank you, Sir.” Maddox tucked Libby to his side.

“You’re welcome. What are you two doing tonight? Are you working?”

“Yes, we’re working in the classroom this evening, but I thought I’d take Libby to the dungeon for some wax play.” Maddox raised his eyebrows at her.

Master Ivan nodded and then cleared his throat, narrowing his gaze at his girl. “I thought I’d send Melody to your class tonight. She failed a test at college this week. We took care of that at home, didn’t we, Mouse?”

Melody dropped her eyes, staring at the floor. “Yes, Daddy.”

“I think a little attention in the classroom, as well as some study time, would help.”

“I’d be more than happy to review academic work with you, Melody and maybe some incentive will help. I can support your Daddy with some consequences lined up for not meeting requirements along the way during this course.”

“Splendid idea.” Ivan’s bellow made other patrons in the bar area turn to look at them. Melody looked over at Libby with pleading eyes. Like Libby had any influence whatsoever.

“Daddy, do you think maybe she should try being independent first. Sometimes people study and work better when they don’t have the fear of punishment looming over them.” Libby tried to keep her face straight while talking and made no eye contact with Melody.

Maddox’s eyebrows furrowed. “It seems that you’ve found great success with ‘punishment looming’ over you. Sometimes it’s the
only
incentive that works in our house. If Melody’s been punished for bad grades, and Daddy Ivan feels she needs my support, it would seem that
my little girl
needs to watch quietly, letting Daddies handle their women as they feel appropriate.”

Libby’s neck and face flushed with embarrassment from the publish rebuke. “Yes, Daddy.” She gave a scant look to Melody as an apology. She tried.

“Melody, please go into the classroom. I want you to study before Maddox starts in an hour, but before you go there, stop in the Nursery, and hand your panties over to Mommy Corinne. If she asks why, tell her your Daddy wants you sitting on a bare bottom tonight.”

It was Melody’s turn to stand with a red-blushed face. “Yes, Sir.” She turned shuffling out of the bar room, doing as she was told.

M
addox followed Libby to the dungeon, watching her ass sway under her short black dress. Her shoulders were exposed, and it had crisscrossing straps just over the breast. He wanted nothing more than to slip a finger under the thin strip of cloth, sliding down to the warm, plump breasts, circling her nipple until it became a stiff peak.

“I thought we’d just do some wax play, but after that little display in front of Master Ivan tonight, I’ve decided to spank your naughty bottom first, then we’ll continue with the candles. Dress off, keep your panties on and lie over the spanking bench.”

The black dress was short with two ruffled hems that ended mid-thigh. He always liked it on her. Libby had great legs, and the dress accentuated them and along with her ample breasts. She turned to look toward the entryway of the room. There were only a couple people gathered at this point.

He snapped his fingers getting her attention, indicating the spanking bench. “Don’t you worry about them, just undress doing as you’re told.”

The dress had a built in bra, so once she whisked it off, she stood in her silky red thong, black garter stockings, and pumps. His cock immediately stiffened, lengthening in his pants. Maddox waited patiently to see if she’d go to the bench on her own or would require motivation.

Her long white throat visibly worked before she bent over the bench, gracefully and peacefully lying over it, waiting for him. Libby’s plump ass was in a perfect position…for so many different things. He ruminated on a few running through his mind at that moment.

Maddox buckled the straps onto her ankles and wrists, adjusting the waist strap to keep her immobile for his ministrations. “You’ll let me know if anything hurts or goes numb, girl.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

Maddox hooked his thumbs into the waistband of her thong, pulling the thin straps over her hips, letting them glide down to her knees.

She shivered, her skin turning to goose flesh.

“So tell me why you interrupted Daddy Ivan talking to me about his girl, Melody?” He ran his finger up the back of her thigh to her bare left cheek, watching the goosebumps rise on her fair skin.

“I don’t know. I just…I felt sorry for her and wanted to help her, I guess.”

Maddox slapped her cheek, hard. “Are you able to prevent punishments…for yourself or anyone else?” He smacked the other cheek just as hard watching a red bloom rising on the milky white skin.

“No, Daddy.”

“No, you aren’t. Daddy Ivan wants her to be in the classroom. Who decides what Melody does?”

“Daddy Ivan.”

Maddox slapped her upper thighs several times, she grunted with the pain, biting her lip to keep from shouting. “And since when has a
looming punishment
been a deterrent for you?”

“It…sometimes…I was just trying to be a good girl, Daddy.”

“I know, baby. But when Daddies are talking, it’s not up to any of the littles at The Playpen to decide what happens. I think a reminder is in order and then we’ll have some fun.”

Maddox reached over cupping the breast closest to him, squeezing the flesh, leaning over to suck on the taut nipple. Her hips thrust forward, and the bench creaking against the sudden movement. He slapped her bottom with hard, crisp slaps, watching it turn from light pink to a darker shade of pink.

Once her bottom was red, Libby quietly whispered “Ow” or “Ouch” on each slap until each exclamation became louder than the previous ones. Her thighs began to tremble, and he knew it was time to end her punishment. He slapped the underside of each cheek with crisp, hard blows that would be a reminder for the rest of the night…and tomorrow too.

“Do you think you can remember to worry about your little ass, Libby, and no one else’s?”

“Yes, Daddy.” Her voice was small and quiet.

He stroked her back, running his hand along her spinal column, her skin clammy and damp. Maddox pulled the hair from her neck, letting her cool off. He rubbed her red skin, her ass feeling warm against his comparatively cool hand.

Maddox loved her ass, loved feeling the soft flesh under his hand. He squeezed and plumped each buttock, hearing her small whine. She hated when he played with her backside, stating it was too big and not firm enough. In his opinion, nothing could be further from the truth.

Libby hated that her body had stretch marks. At the beginning of their relationship, they had dealt with this issue—often. He loved touching them her stretch marks, feeling the ridges under his fingers, the tracks were her badge of honor—proof that she had carried and given birth to life.

Stretch marks were evidence of life growing within her—the stretching, kicking and moving of another human being. He loved thinking about her caring and feeding a child in utero and out. He had forbidden her from trying to cover them up, or even worse, pushing his hands away and telling him “No.”

He had paddled and belted her ass for that bit of defiance on more than one occasion. No one, including the woman he loved, would tell him that he couldn’t touch her with affection. The circumstances would be different if he were hurting her or pushing past her limits, but to say he couldn’t adore her stretch marks that would never be tolerated.
Ever.
She learned that in fast order and hadn’t pushed his hands away in a very long time either. However, as a form of protest, she would quietly whine which he was willing to tolerate.

“Bad girl.” He admonished her with a low growl whispered into her ear. “I love these marks; they feel good under my finger.” Maddox traced a few of them quietly and then with a deep breath he said, “Time to get up.”

Maddox undid the buckles on her wrists and ankles, unfastening the waist strap, helping her to rise. Her thong fell from her knees to her shoes.

“Step out of your panties, sweetie.” He picked up the satiny scrap of red material, putting it in his pocket.

He walked her to a nearby table; one the resembled a medical table in the doctor’s office. “Lie on your back.”

Grabbing a hair tie, he pulled her hair back into a ponytail, her long hair dangling over the top edge of the table. With a wet washcloth, he washed her naked body, ridding it of any perfumes or lotions. He took great care to wipe her dry with a fluffy white towel, paying particular attention to her pussy, not wishing to waste an opportunity to play with her hot little cunt.

He squeezed the wet cloth, dripping the cool water onto the seam of her sex, leaning forward to suck it from her, the musky scent of her arousal filling his nose. Maddox eased his tongue between her labia, licking the sensitive clit before sliding down to dip into her, swirling it gently at the mouth of her sex, her hips rising from the table to drive him deeper. She chuckled lovingly when she did that, but he growled deep and low. “Hips back down, Elizabeth.”

She groaned in disappointment, but quickly let her sore ass come down on the cold metal table.

He swiped the cloth over her arms and legs, drying them with the towel in the other hand, before tossing them to the counter and grabbing an already lit mason jar holding the warm, soy wax. The jar had a handle, making it easier to hold and pour.

“I’m going to start with your breasts, girl.”

She nodded, smiling at him. Libby had told him before that she loved the sensation of hot wax on her body, but loved it most on her breasts.

Maddox tilted the jar, dribbling the warm yellow wax in a slow stream over her nipple, slowing turning the jar so the wax dripped in steady rivulets in a circle over her areola, the excess coating the swollen globes.