King of Clubs (8 page)

Ty kept his expression serious as he held out his hand. A whip appeared in his grip—another display of his magic—and then Awai realized it was hers. She’d left it in her bedchamber.

He snapped the whip and Awai jumped as the crack filled the room. “It is time for your first punishment, tigress.”

She worried the inside of her lower lip as she glanced from the whip to Ty’s face. He showed no emotion in his expression, but his eyes held warmth. She was certain he wouldn’t hurt her.

Wasn’t she?

“Yes, Majesty.” She folded her hands in front of her as Kalina had earlier instructed. “What would you have me do?”

“Remove your clothing.” Ty held his hands behind his back, his head high, the club tattoo rippling at his abs. “But leave on your boots.”

Awai felt a shiver of excitement trail up her spine. She had no compunctions about being naked in front of anyone, and especially this man. When she pulled the white leather strap covering her breasts over her head, a pained expression crossed Ty’s features, but then it was gone. He seemed mesmerized by her breasts, unable to take his eyes from her rouged nipples.

But when she shimmied out of the leather skirt and kicked it aside, she saw his throat work, as though he was swallowing down his desires. The bulge in his leather pants was absolutely huge, and her nipples tightened just looking at it.

Ty cleared his throat and motioned with the whip to the St. Andrews cross. “Stand facing the cross, with your back to me,
slave
.”

The way he said
slave
turned her on beyond belief. “Yes, Your Majesty,” Awai said then moved to the crystal X at the center of the room. She purposely added a little extra sway to her hips, just for Ty’s benefit. She loved the way it felt to be naked except for the thigh high boots, her collar, and her nipple rings. The charms swayed against her breasts and at her neck, and the boots felt snug and supple around her legs.

When she reached the cross she stood, waiting for his instruction.

“Raise your arms,” he commanded near her ear, surprising her that he was so close to her. How did he do that?

“Yes, Majesty.” Awai complied, raising her arms so that they were splayed out at the top of the X. Ty produced a magical golden rope out of nowhere, slipped it through a clear hook on the X, and tied one wrist. He took his time, brushing his chest against her back and his arms against hers, in slow sensuous movements that made her pussy flood with moisture. When he was finished, he repeated the process with her other wrist so that both arms were firmly secured, but in the same slow manner designed to drive her crazy with lust.

Awai took a deep breath as she waited for his next instruction. “Spread your legs,” he said, and she obeyed. The restraints at her wrists allowed her to follow his instructions without losing her balance. He teased her by running his hands along the inside of one thigh, down her boot to her ankle before tying it to the cross with the golden rope. He tantalized her with every touch, his warm breath a caress upon her skin and she swore could feel the heat from his palms through the supple leather boots as he grasped her ankles.

The crystal cross felt surprisingly warm and comfortable against her cheek, her breasts, belly, and mound. Perhaps it was the white glow, but it was somehow relaxing—even though Ty was driving her out of her mind with need for him.

A whip cracked behind Awai and her heart beat faster as she realized she was about to be whipped. She swallowed down the rush of fear that tightened her chest, but she couldn’t stop the sudden trembling in her body.

“What is wrong, my sweet tigress?” he murmured near her ear, his breath fanning her cheek as he spoke.

“I—I…” Awai couldn’t believe she had such a hard time getting it out. She was a millionaire business woman for crissake, and a former Domme. “Your Majesty, may I have a safe word?”

“What is a safe word?” From the sound of his voice he was clearly puzzled.

“It’s a word we agree upon.” Awai swallowed again. “If what’s happening frightens me, hurts me, or is outside my comfort zone, I say the word and you stop immediately.”

“Of course.” He kissed her neck in that sensitive dip before her shoulder. “What would you like to be your safe word?”

Awai closed her eyes for a moment, then opened them. “Cherry blossoms.”

“Then cherry blossoms it is.” Ty gave a soft laugh that tickled her spine. “You have nothing to fear from me, my lovely. I am your King. I will take care of you and make sure you are safe, always.”

“Thank you, Majesty,” Awai whispered, and relaxed against the cross.

The rough feel of the leather whip trailed across her shoulders and back. “Do you know why you are being punished, slave?”

“Yes, Majesty.” Awai shifted against her bonds. “I climaxed without your permission and I did not refer to you as you instructed me.”

“That is correct, my beauty.”

The whip slithered over her shoulder, across her breasts and then up her neck. Awai sighed at the sensual feel of the whip gliding over her body. A nervous tingling, a sense of both anticipation and a little bit of fear heated her body.

“You are as precious as the rarest of flowers,” he murmured as he nuzzled her hair and continued to trail the whip over her body. “Like the cherry blossoms, you are to be treasured and loved in my Kingdom.”

Awai tensed at the word “love” but relaxed again as Ty moved away and skimmed her back and ass with the whip. She even felt it through the buttery soft leather of the thigh-high boots. Her body was relaxed against the cross, her golden bonds keeping her firmly tied to its surface.

When she realized the whip was no longer caressing her, she stiffened, waiting for the first blow.
Cherry blossoms
, she reminded herself.
If I don’t enjoy this, all I have to say is cherry blossoms
.

The lash landed across her butt cheeks, barely a kiss and a light sting. Again the lash fell and again. Each lash was a little stronger than the last, but Awai found herself relaxing, then tensing in anticipation of each one. The pain and pleasure intermingled like chill wind on one’s cheeks on an icy cold day. Sharp at first, but then cool and the bitter pain welcome.

Desire grew within her as Ty whipped her, her pussy creamy with her juices, her nipples hard and aching from the nipple rings. It was an amazing feeling—this stinging pleasure that brought her closer to orgasm with every stroke.

When she was about to beg him to let her come, the lashes stopped. Awai sagged against her bonds, her body burning from the lashes and burning for Ty.

He moved behind her again, pushed her hair from her neck, and kissed her nape, just above her collar. “You look so beautiful standing here,” he whispered. “Your body pink from my lashes, your juices glittering on your quim and on the inside of your thighs. Would you like me to fuck you now, slave?”

“Please.” Awai wished she could turn into his arms, but her bonds held her tight. “Please, Your Majesty, fuck me.”

He rubbed his palm over her ass and slipped his fingers into her creamy wetness. “Yes, you are ready for me.”

Ty brought his fingers to his mouth and tasted Awai on his tongue. He wanted nothing more than to take her now, but he had to maintain his role, to show her how much she enjoyed being dominated by her King.

“I am not yet finished with your punishments, my sweet.” He knelt and with his magic he removed the golden rope around her booted ankle and from the cross. Once he made sure Awai’s foot was firmly beneath her on the marbled floor, he repeated the process with her other ankle. Her legs trembled and he knew he would need to make sure she didn’t fall when he released her.

As he rose he kissed the bared flesh above her boots and lightly ran his tongue over her naked pussy lips. Awai moaned and arched toward him, but he only smiled and continued to work his way up over her firm ass to the sensitive spot at the base of her spine. She whimpered and then shivered as he ran his tongue from the crack of her ass, slowly up her spine to her shoulder blades. He gripped her waist with both hands and licked his way up to her neck again to the collar around her elegant throat.

“Are you ready to be freed from the cross?” he asked as he nestled his body tight to hers, his hard cock pressed to her lower back.

“Yes, Majesty,” she murmured.

With a flick of his wrist, Ty removed the bonds and sent the golden ropes back to the table of his favorite pleasure toys. He caught Awai to him at the same moment he released her, holding her tight until he felt she was able to stand on her own.

He turned her to face him so that she was in his embrace. “Are you ready for your next punishment, my tigress?”

Chapter Seven

Ty held back a smile from his future Queen. Awai’s cheeks were flushed, her blue eyes wide as she looked up at him. “Yes, Majesty.”

“That’s a good girl.” He took her arm and escorted her to the leather altar in one corner of the chamber. “Have you ever been punished with hot wax?”

Awai’s gaze shot up to meet Ty’s and a mixture of fear and excitement filled her again. “You mean wax play, Your Majesty?”

One of Ty’s eyebrows rose a notch. “Perhaps.” He patted the leather platform in front of her. “Climb onto the altar and lie on your back.”

Awai did feel like a sacrificial virgin—er, woman—as she climbed onto the white padded leather altar. It was soft, the finest of leathers, and she figured that no sacrifice had ever felt so good.

Ty strapped her down, spread eagle, with those golden ropes he always made appear out of nowhere. As before he used slow, sensual movements, tracing her legs and thighs with the ropes and with his fingertips. He even teased her nipples with the ropes and tugged at her nipple charms, adjusting the loops so that they were even firmer around her already taut nubs.

When she was splayed out for his enjoyment and her punishment, the nervousness in her belly increased. Ty produced a candle in his palm, another display of magic that seemed to come so naturally to him.

Ty flicked his fingers and a small flame burst atop the candle that was a deep shade of mulberry and smelled of raspberries when it started to burn. The flame flickered and danced, its bluish yellow flame almost mesmerizing her.

Awai had never before felt as vulnerable as she did at that moment. Even being whipped on the cross had been different than being splayed out on this “altar.” At least on the cross her back had been to him. Now he could see all of her—from her facial expressions to her rouged nipples, to her wide, open pussy.

“This is made from a special wax that is not too hot and will not harm your skin.” He held the candle over one of her breasts. “Are you ready, tigress?”

She could already see the wax pooling at its top and a bead dripping down its side. “Yes, Majesty.” He tilted the candle over her nipple and she shut her eyes tight, then gasped as the wax burned then cooled…pain then pleasure.

“Watch,” he demanded, and she opened her eyes.

She looked up to see his blue gaze, as blue as the crystal waters in the Bahamas, and she became lost in those eyes. He could do anything to her and she knew she would enjoy it. All in that one moment she knew for a fact that he would never hurt her, would never cause her pain beyond what was enjoyable.

Her gaze followed his as he looked to her nipple and dribbled wax over the taut nub and the nipple ring. Again the burning feeling and then a sense of bliss as the wax rolled down her firm globe to the hollow between her breasts. Awai sighed and gave herself up to the constant sensations of heat then coolness, pain then pleasure.

It was a craft that Ty enjoyed, turning his future mate into a work of art. After he had dribbled lines of wax over her breasts, he created a trail down her belly, around the shooting star at her belly button, to her hairless mons. Ah, but he enjoyed seeing a woman so purely, so beautiful in all her splendor. He again tilted the candle and Awai gasped as he dripped the wax over the fullness of her mound.

Always he watched for signs of distress, waiting for what she called her “safe word.” But Awai’s expression was one of fear, anticipation, and bliss, constantly changing as he allowed the wax to coat her body.

When he had finished with the raspberry-scented wax, he used his magic to put out the fire on that candle and send it back to his table of implements. He then retrieved an ivory candle with an almond scent and started the process once again.

As he covered his mate in wax he could scent her increased arousal, could see it in the way she arched up to him and to the wax. So easy it would be to give in and to fuck her now. Never had he felt such raging desire that he could barely rein in his urge to take her hard and to take her now.

But no…she had much more to learn. And he had to take his time—and give her the time she needed. If she could only trust him completely, all of those old chains would break, and his tigress would roar in ways she had only imagined.

Awai was amazed at how exciting it was to be coated in wax, as though her body was being coated in paraffin in the same manner her hands and feet were when she went to the health spa. But of course this was far more erotic. She had seen it done at the BDSM clubs, but it was something she had never experienced herself.

When Ty had finished putting a thick coating of wax from her breast to her mound, he put the flame out and sent the candle away with his magic.

Ty stepped back to survey his handiwork and smiled. Awai’s dark hair splayed out against the white leather altar. Her pupils were dilated, and her blue eyes focused on him, her full lips slightly parted. Streaks of dark red candle wax mingled with pools of cooled white wax in swirling patterns. He had created a tunic of sorts over her naked flesh, but now he wanted to see what lay beneath it once again.

“A beautiful creation,” he said, referring to Awai. By the skies he knew she had been created for him and him alone. He gripped the edge of the altar and leaned down to brush his lips across Awai’s.

“Will you take me now, Majesty?” she murmured when he withdrew. No doubt it would take but a few licks of his tongue against her clit and she would climax.