Chapter 7 Chapter seven
A pretty submissive was secured with her back to the X-shaped frame. She was dfold, and dozens of clothespins pinched tiny pceof skin. Her Dom was flicking them off one at a tim th a crop, each stroke making her scream in ag
Surprising him, Charlotte’s mouth was parted and her eyes were glazed. He had no doubt she would enjoy sensational play, even though she hadn’t indulged before.
When all of the clips had clattered to the concrete floor, Charlotte exhaled, and she dropped her hand. There was so much he wanted to introduce her to, so many places they could go together.
“Are you ready to go on?”
They walked through the dungeon and pushed open the door leading to the U-shaped part of the Quarter and the stairs to the second floor. It was much quieter. Much more intimate.
When they were halfway up, they paused at the landing. From here it was possible to survey the entire club. The dungeon was a hive of activity, thumping in time to the music.
Two rooms were occupied in Kinky Avenue. In one, a sub wearing a thong and pasties was fastened into the stocks, and her gaze was fixed on the Dom in front of her as he sorted through his collection of canes.
“Perfect for voyeurs,” Mav said. “Is that one of your kinks?”
“From time to time, yes. I enjoy participating, but I also admit I love watching a woman surrender. I get a kick from all of her reactions, joy, fear.”
Charlotte’s head was tipped back. Her hazel eyes were wide, and her wariness had been replaced with interest, stroking his already massive ego.
“I’m particularly looking forward to watching the striptease you’re going to perform for me.”
Color danced onto her face. For a woman who was bold enough to visit the Quarter and ask strange men to flog her, she had an air of innocence about her. He appreciated the fact that she had a no-penetration rule. It meant he didn’t have to look at every Dom with suspicion and find out whose ass he needed to kick.
“Have you seen enough?”
She swallowed.
“Yes. I’m ready.”
They continued up the stairs. Tore, Aviana’s most trusted dungeon monitor, stood at the entrance to the private rooms, arms folded across his massive chest. Like all other monitors at the club, his black vest was adorned with a gold fleur-de-lis.
“Monitors check on the scenes from time to time,” Tore informed them.
“Thank you.”
Charlotte nodded.
After stroking his beard, he stepped aside.
Mav rested his fingertips against her back, on her exposed skin, right above the waistband of her skirt. She hissed in a breath. And like each time they touched, sexual force pulsed through him—something alive, something he wanted to mainline.
At the entrance to their room, she waited for him to open the door before preceding him inside.
The walls were painted a neutral color, which left the spanking bench as the main focus. Pleasing him, she went to it and trailed her hand across the top.
After placing his bag on the side table that was made from surgical steel, Mav dragged a chair to the center of the room.
“Talk to me, Charlotte, at any time. You won’t be gagged.” He paused. “This time.”
As certain as the sun would rise, he would dominate this innocent again.
Her tiny gasp pleased him—fear wrapped in a gentle plea.
“Now for the show you’re going to put on for me. Please remove your shoes.”
He sat and steepled his hands in front of him.
He expected some hesitation. To his delight, she showed none. She wanted this as much as he did.
With her gaze on him, watching his reactions, she lifted one foot and tugged off the black stiletto. She had exquisite balance, and she had taken his words about a striptease to heart. The shoe fell to the floor with a sensuous thud.
She repeated the process with the second shoe before scooping them up and tucking them beneath his chair.
He inhaled her fresh scent. It reminded him of spring. Rebirth and hope. Over the years of being surrounded by people as ambitious as he was, she provided a respite he hadn’t known he needed.
Charlotte returned to where she’d been standing and reached behind her to lower the zipper on her skirt. She let go of the leather all at once, sending it swishing past her hips.
She stood before him in a T-back thong, the barest scrap of lace covering her pussy.
Rather than revealing that bit of herself, she moved closer to him. What in the fuck was she thinking?
She straddled his knees, not lowering herself, but leaning her upper body toward him.
“You asked for a striptease, Sir.”
What in the fuck had he been thinking?
Charlotte skimmed her hands up her ribs to take hold of her crop top. As she pulled it up, she gyrated her body. His cock swelled, pushing hard against his zipper. When she’d said no penetration, he’d had no idea how difficult that might prove to be.
She dropped the garment on top of his head in a brash, sassy move he admired.
Jesus. She was sexy. Her breasts were plumper than he’d thought, and her dusky nipples were large, pink, and already erect.
“Damn it, Charlotte. You’d better tell me you’ve never done this before.”
He’d never experienced jealousy before. And now, with her, it has happened twice. It destroyed him, a hated, all-consuming emotion, blurring his vision.
As if she understood how much this mattered to him, she cradled his head.
“You’re the first.”
“And the last.”
He dragged her against him, patience at an end.
“Give me your breasts, princess.”
“Yes.”
She lowered herself onto his lap, her heat against his crotch.
Obediently she cupped one of her breasts in her palms. Driving him wild, she rubbed a nipple on his face.
He left the swollen nub with his tongue. Her answering moan drove him on. He sucked her flesh into his mouth, increasing the pressure until she clung to him.
“Rub out an orgasm.”
He pinched her free nipple while he continued to torment the first. One of these days, he’d attach half a dozen clips to each of her breasts and take great pleasure in flicking them off.
An innocent seductress with no idea how powerful she was, she moved against him, moaning, then whimpering when he sucked harder.
When he sensed she was close, he switched to her other breast and squeezed the damp one hard between his thumb and forefinger.
“Oh Mav…”
His cock surged in response to her plaintive sigh, giving her something even harder to grind against. Even through her thong and his slacks, he felt her heat. She was exquisite.
Her motions grew more frantic, and he responded, pinching and sucking harder.
Less than a minute later, she tipped her head back, hair falling in wild abandon as she screamed. He’d been with plenty of women before, but none as unselfconscious as her.
He eased off the pressure on her nipples by degrees so that the blood didn’t return with a painful wave. There’d be plenty of time to torment her later.
She collapsed against him and dropped her head onto his shoulder. He held her, stroked her skin, and murmured,
“You’re perfect.”
Mav always provided aftercare for women he scented with, but he’d never enjoyed it this much.
“That was…”
When she finally roused, she flattened her palm on his chest and pushed herself back. She wore a self-satisfied smile.
“You’re…”
He filled in the silence.
“An amazing Dom?”
“How does your head fit inside a room?”
He waited for her to speak again.
“You’re pretty darn good.”
“That sounds tepid. I don’t do tepid.”
He circled her tiny wrist with his fingers and returned her grin.
“Challenge accepted.”
“I was hoping you’d say that.”
“You’re bewitching.”
He dug his free
hand into her hair to pull back her head so that she read the hungry intent in his eyes. Mav had never been hotter for a woman.
“Time for your first spanking.”
“First?”