Master of Submission [Masters of Submission 1] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic) (18 page)

“I’m sorry, Sir. I acted without thinking.”

“Now you will have to face the consequences. Self-importance will not be tolerated in any sub of mine.”

Zane was right. She’d wanted to show that she was an intelligent, articulate woman, with thoughts of her own. But that didn’t help her now. “What will you do to me, Sir?”

“Anything and everything I’ve ever wanted.” His menacing words hung heavily in the air, as his fingers smeared the bright red lipstick from her lips. “Tonight I’m going to discipline you for real, my pet. This time there will be no mercy.”

“But—”

“Shhh.” He placed a finger to her mouth. “Remain silent, unless you wish to incur more of my displeasure. Up to this point in our relationship, you have only experienced one side of my personality. Tonight I will show you who Master Zane really is.”

By not asking Sir’s permission, she had undermined him. It hadn’t been her intention, but that was exactly the way her actions had been perceived.

Masters Matthew and Ethan had clearly been impressed by her initiative. The look of surprise on their faces left her in no doubt of that. However, as Doms themselves, they could never condone a sub speaking out of turn in such a way.

A shiver ran down her spine as she looked at Zane. Dark hair drifted seductively over his collar. Broad shoulders pressed against the white linen shirt, and strong, muscular thighs filled his leather jeans. His sheer power and presence overwhelmed her. Only he knew what was planned for tonight. Sir’s beautiful, rugged face was unreadable. There were no tells betraying his emotions. Zane’s eyes held hers as he caressed a hand down her cheek, and she felt the breath rapidly panting through her lips with sheer excitement.

“Now go to the bedroom, my pet, and prepare yourself for my arrival.”

“Yes, Sir. Right away, Sir.”

On adrenaline-charged legs she began climbing the stairs. Her knees threatened to buckle and give way at any moment. When he called her name, she stopped in her tracks before tentatively turning to look at him. Sir’s face was unfathomable. She was unable to make out his emotions. Was he still angry with her? “You have five minutes.” With that final, unambiguous warning, he strode purposefully away.

Emma raced up the stairs. Shit, five minutes, there was no time to lose. Well aware that she’d already displeased Sir once this evening, she knew it would be unwise to keep him waiting. She dashed straight into the en suite, stripped naked, and ducked under the shower. By the time her five minutes were up, she’d just about managed to towel herself dry. Waiting patiently on the bed, she wondered when he would arrive, and when he did, what he would do to her. Her naked body shivered with anticipation of things to come.

It was a full twenty minutes before the bedroom door slowly started to open. Emma took a deep breath, frightened to let it go. She could tell Zane had showered, too, because his hair was still damp. He wore a pair of black sweatpants and nothing else. His pectorals and washboard stomach were clearly defined by the subdued light as he moved further into the bedroom, and she couldn’t help but be impressed by his muscular upper body. Without speaking or making eye contact with her, he went over to a dresser and pulled open a drawer. Strong biceps and triceps flexed as he removed a set of steel handcuffs. His eyes glinted as they finally dominated her own. She shivered at the steely determination hidden in their depths, as he roughly pulled her wrists together. The cold metal handcuffs made a forbidding click as they locked in position.

He wasn’t smiling. He looked like a man with only one thought on his mind—her discipline. “Lie over the bolster at the end of the bed so your belly rests on it. I want your forearms placed on the mattress and your disobedient little ass high in the air. It’s time you realized what you’re dealing with here, lady.”

Feeling frightened, yet strangely excited, Emma immediately did as he commanded. Her butt lay tipped up for his inspection. She knew he would discipline her, but what form it would take she hadn’t a clue. The uncompromising mood he was in, she dare not ask.

Zane’s masculine hands skimmed over her thighs, and circled the globes of her butt. Without warning he roughly spread her legs wide, exposing her anus and pussy to his view. Feeling intensely vulnerable, she let out a whimper of apprehension.

“That’s right, my pet. You should be worried. There are two sides to everything. There’s a right way and a wrong way.” He deliberately moved around in front of her so she could see him. Emma thought she’d panic when he produced a large knife and a strange, woody object. She immediately recognized it. He held out the pale gnarled tuber. “Like I say, there is good and bad in everything. Take this gingerroot, for example. It can be very benign. The perfect ingredient for a meal, especially a Chinese meal.” He stretched out his arm and held the tuber closer for her inspection. “But, my pet, ginger can also be very powerful when used directly on the human body. Just like your Master himself, it can possess a pleasing personality, or a dark, brooding power. It’s time you witnessed the darker side of my character. I will use the ginger to demonstrate.”

“Sir, please, don’t, Sir.”

He stroked a hand through her hair and touched a finger to her lips. “Shhh, my pet.”

Using the fearsome-looking hunting knife, he slowly began whittling at the root. A frown furrowed her brow. She knew ginger was pretty potent stuff, especially fresh ginger. A cold, clammy feeling washed over her as realization dawned. Hadn’t she read about anal torture on the Internet? Had fresh ginger been used for that purpose?

“May I ask a question, Sir?”

“You may, my pet. You’re clearly an intelligent woman, and I suspect you have already worked out what the ginger is for.”

“Please don’t insert it in my anus, Sir. I’m begging you.”

“I’m afraid it’s too late to change my decision. As your Master I have already made up my mind. You need to understand what I’m capable of. I’ve been far too lenient with you.”

Feeling like a proper sub, she replied weakly, “Yes, Sir.” Even though she was fearful, the submissive personality within her loved his undivided attention. She recalled what Jessica had said earlier that evening.
Their attention is focused solely on you. It makes me feel like I’m the most important woman in the whole wide world. It’s real exhilarating.

Those words held true with her. Zane made her feel like she was his only focus in life. She knew her pussy grew wet with desire. The whole evening had been one long foreplay session, and now here she lay, with her ass high in the air, waiting for God knows what to happen. When Sir moved behind her, she held her breath
. Red, that’s my safeword. I can always use it if things get too bad. But I don’t want to disappoint Sir. I love him.

His fingers stroked over her butt. “Such a pretty ass. I shall enjoy claiming it as mine.” He leaned over her and whispered against her ear. “Personally, I’m not a great admirer of figging. I much prefer another use for this potent root.” He placed the carved piece of gingerroot on the mattress within her line of vision. “Everyone at Club Submission is impressed with your idea for a masquerade ball. So, as your Master is feeling benevolent, I shall refrain from using this piece of ginger as anal torture. However, your Master is still disappointed that you didn’t come to him first with your ingenious idea. You undermined me, and that is not acceptable to any Dom.” He sighed deeply. “I shall give you five strokes of the cane, which you will count out for me.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

“I know it’s a favorite fantasy of yours. On the occasions you were called to the headmaster’s office to be disciplined, you wondered what it would feel like if he caned your bare ass. Unfortunately, the law prohibited him from disciplining you in such a barbaric way.” Zane strode to the dresser, and she watched breathlessly as he removed a long, thin, flexible cane. Powerful swishing noises assaulted her ears as he whipped it through the still air of the bedroom. Emma knew full well what he was doing.
He’s trying to frighten and intimidate me
. She closed her eyes and held her breath. This was going to sting. Now it was time to find out what her schoolgirl fantasy was like in reality.

A yelp left her lips when the first strike reddened her ass. The sharp sting was immediately followed by an intense burning sensation. “Count them out, my pet.”

“One, Sir.”

Another stinging blow followed, making tears form in her eyes. “Two, Sir.”

This was her fantasy, but it hurt like hell. Each time the cane painfully connected, it found a fresh part of her ass to redden. “Three, Sir, please, Sir, I—”

Emma buried her head deep into the mattress, biting the duvet, trying to stop herself from crying out. “It hurts, Sir. It hurts so much, Sir.” Another stinging blow reined down on her butt. “Four, Sir.” The combination of the pain and the swishing noise of the cane before it impacted with her bottom, turned her on.

As soon as the last one was delivered, and she’d said, “Five, Sir,” she felt his hands smooth over her burning butt cheeks.

“Your punishment is over, my pet. Now for the pleasure.” She saw him take the gingerroot from the mattress. “This will soon take your mind off the stinging.” Still stunned from the caning, she was vaguely aware as he trailed the peeled gingerroot through her pussy lips, before touching it against her clit.

At first she didn’t react. Then a warm glow began to spread, until she cried out with need. Her pussy felt as though it were on fire. She writhed over the bolster, twisting and turning, struggling to contain the powerful erotic urges that threatened to overwhelm her. She lost the battle, and profanity began spilling from her lips. “Oh, God, fuck me please, Sir. Do it. Don’t leave me like this. Fuck me, fuck me, please.”

“Mmm, I’ve never heard such cussing, especially from such an educated English lady. Where did you learn all those words?” Zane smoothed his hand over her butt, then teased his fingers down to her pussy lips. He skimmed a finger over her clit making her moan with frustration.

“Sir, Sir, I’m begging you. Stroke this slave’s pussy harder.” She lifted her butt, trying to get him to masturbate her. “I love you, Sir. I’ll do anything for you. Anything at all. Fuck me. I love you, Zane.”
 

Zane knew the effect the raw gingerroot would have on Emma, but he hadn’t quite expected those words of love to drift from her lips. For a moment it knocked him for a loop, making him want to hold her in his arms and confess his feelings of love for her. But that was for later, for now, he wanted her to submit to his will.

With no time to lose, Zane raised the stakes. It was his duty as Emma’s Master to broaden her horizons. He teased a hand along her silky smooth legs, before attaching a buckled leather strap to each knee. Spreading her wide, he secured her knees to the bedposts. The bolster under her belly lifted her ass high in the air.

A soft, submissive moan left Emma’s lips as she lay spread-eagled on the mattress.

“All is well, my pet,” he murmured, smoothing a hand up her quivering thigh, and skimming her pretty pussy lips. They lay open and pink for him. The effects of the gingerroot had made her highly aroused. Her cunt was moist, and he let his fingers slip into her feminine wetness. “Poor, baby, she’s so horny.”

“Yes, Sir,” she whimpered, sucking in a breath as he teased a finger over her clit. “I need you, Sir. My pussy is throbbing.”

“Of course, my pet, but first we have to play a game.”

Even though her wrists were still restrained by a pair of steel handcuffs, Emma had managed to lift her upper body from the mattress. Her shoulders were raised and she supported her weight on her forearms. A delicious curve accentuated her feminine back, and rose enticingly to meet her perfect ass. “Sir, what game are we going to play?”

Zane took some lube from a drawer and squeezed a dollop onto his fingertips. He pressed a finger against her butt hole for dramatic effect. “The game is this, my pet. If you make a sound, even the slightest whimper, I get to fuck your cute little virgin ass.” To make his point, he slowly slid a finger inside her puckered hole, penetrating her to the first knuckle. He could tell she was experiencing a new sensation, because her whole body went rigid. Clearly, Emma’s repressed English upbringing still harbored this final taboo. Zane smiled. By the time he’d finished with her, it would be little more than a distant memory. With his finger still in her butt, he waggled the tip inside her. Emma took a sharp intake of breath, but didn’t make a sound. He chuckled. “You may speak, my pet, until I say otherwise. The game hasn’t started yet.”

“Sir, I have always been scared of anal sex. This slave would prefer to play some other game.”

Zane removed his finger and wiped the excess lube on a towel. He then began smoothing his hands over the luscious globes of her peachy butt. A beautiful, feminine ass such as Emma’s had been hard to resist. Yet resist it he had. Now it was time to claim what was rightfully his. “This is the only game in town, my pet. Keep silent for twenty minutes, and I won’t claim your ass as mine.”

As he kneaded her soft fleshy butt, he knew she would be weighing up the pros and cons. He could almost hear her thinking out loud. In the end a deep sigh left her lips. “Sir, I promise you I will not make a sound. I do not intend to lose this game.”

He saw the determination in her eyes. Deep down she knew he would win, but she was going to do her darndest to make him earn his victory. Zane playfully slapped her ass. He loved a challenge. “Then let battle commence, my pet.”