McKenzie, Cooper - Taming Blaze [Club Esoteria 8] (Siren Publishing Classic) (12 page)

“Good girl,” he praised.

His finger slipped in to the second knuckle, and he twisted it back and forth several times before pulling it out again. Before she could protest the loss of his warm finger, a cold, blunter force pressed for entrance.

“Deep breaths,” he said as the hand not busy with the plug rubbed up and down her spine.

She did as ordered and felt the plug get bigger and bigger as it entered. It was much bigger than the last plug that he had used on her, though she had no idea how this one compared to his cock. Just when she was certain the plug was about to split her in two, the plug narrowed until she felt the flat base press against her bottom.

His fingers pressed against it even harder, before pushing on one side and then the other, causing the plug to shift inside her. She gasped, and then moaned at the feeling of fullness even as she wondered how she was going to take Master’s cock in her pussy.

Instead of his cock, two fingers slid deep into her open entrance. They fucked in and out several times, and then his thumb brushed over her clit.

“Master!” she cried, feeling her orgasm growing like a mushroom cloud around her. “Gonna come!”

Immediately he pulled his fingers from her body.

“Don’t you dare,” he said, growling in his most dominant voice to date.

He slapped her left ass cheek and then her right one time each before turning and walking out of the room. She remained in position even as she heard water running in the bathroom.

Several long moments later, Master Z returned. “You may get up, kitten,” he said as he sat down on the bed beside her.

Blaze sat up and was surprised to find him fully dressed, all the way down to his sneakers and socks. He held a red ribbon stretched between his hands.

“Kitten, I want you do to some serious thinking before you come to the club tonight. You need to think about whether or not you want to continue as my submissive. I think we are a good fit, both in scenes and out, but this has to be your decision.”

Blaze continued watching the ribbon as he slowly and carefully rolled the length of ribbon around one hand. When he was finished, he laid it on the bed between them.

“If you decide you want to continue under my command and control, you will wear this red ribbon around your neck tonight, along with as little else as you feel comfortable wearing to the club. Do you understand?”

Blaze’s eyes remained locked on the ribbon. “Yes, Sir,” she answered softly, though she wanted to beg him to tie it on her here and now.

“Good, kitten. I will see you at the club at nine o’clock tonight, and I hope you are wearing this.” He patted the ribbon, then leaned over and kissed her cheek. “Take it easy today, and no getting yourself off.”

Blaze remained frozen as he stood and walked out. A moment later, the front door opened and then closed again. Picking up the ribbon, she held it to her nose and smelled Master Z’s scent still on it. Then she wondered how she was ever going to keep from playing with herself until she saw him at the club in twelve hours.

Chapter 12

Blaze laid her red stilettos on the counter then quickly unbuttoned her coat with one eye on the clock. Eight forty-seven. For the first time in recent memory, she was early for an appointment. She only hoped she would not have to wait long for Master Z to arrive and claim her.

“Wow, Blaze, that’s one hell of an outfit you’re almost wearing,” Gentry said as he took her coat. “If I wasn’t gay and already spoken for…”

“Too bad, sweetie, but you lost your chance,” she said with a laugh as she looked down at herself.

Master’s orders were to wear as little as she was comfortable with. He did not yet realize that if he had told her to show up wearing only the red ribbon, she would have done that, just because he had ordered it.

As he had instructed, she had spent the day thinking about her life and the radical changes that had taken place in it during the past week. Though she considered not showing up at all for a few minutes, it had been a very few minutes, especially when her heart clenched with pain at the option. So here she was, hoping she would not throw herself at Andy as soon as she saw him and beg him to be her Master, her man, and her love.

Taking a deep breath, she stepped through into the main room of the club. She scanned the crowd, but did not see Master Z in the room. Not sure what else to do, she headed for the
uncollared
subs area.

She had barely sat down on one of the couches when he appeared in the hallway at the back of the room that led to the restrooms. As soon as his eyes caught hers, she pushed off the couch and assumed the slave position. The only difference was she kept her head up and gaze locked on his.

She tried to keep her breathing controlled as the plug still in her ass shifted, and her pussy gushed in preparation for her Master.

She watched him as he stopped at the bar. He still looked at her even as he held a short conversation with Master Taurus, who was working the bar. He sipped at his drink then lifted a hand and made a “come here” motion with two fingers.

Rising with a quick inhalation of air as the plug shifted again, reminding her of what was to come, she walked toward her Master with her head held high and her shoulders back, hoping he enjoyed and approved of the outfit she had chosen.

The red thong matched the ribbon he had left on the bed perfectly. The heart-shaped red pasties she had fashioned that afternoon covered little more than her nipples and glittered with sequins.

When she reached his side, she knelt and lowered her face to the floor.

“Good evening, Master,” she said softly.

“Good evening, kitten,” he returned as his hand slid under her hair and cupped the back of her neck, a finger flicking at the ribbon she wore. “Are you sure you’re wearing this ribbon in the right place?”

“Yes, Master. It is an honor to wear your ribbon around my neck.”

“Uh-huh,” he grunted as his hand left her neck then took one end of the ribbon, untied it, and pulled it from her neck.

“Master? Are you not pleased? Did I do something wrong?” She blinked back sudden tears at the thought that he had changed his mind.

“No, kitten, you did everything perfectly.” He ran a palm over the top of her head. “But the ribbon was only a symbol of your acceptance of my terms. For the next hour or more as we get your punishment out of the way, you won’t need it.”

Blaze did not understand what he meant, but remained silent.

Instead of explaining or moving forward to her punishment, he returned to his conversation with Taurus. Finally, he touched her head.

“Come along, kitten. It’s time.”

Blaze stood up and waited as her Master accepted his bag from Taurus. Then he took her hand and led her toward the back of the room. For a moment, she thought they were headed to the sitting area they had used last week, but instead, he took her to the play station next to it. Several heavy chains hung, attached to the ceiling and floor. Additional lengths and types of chain hung on the wall.

She stood quietly and watched as Master Z took out several coils of rope and a pair of cuffs. When he had laid everything out to his satisfaction, he turned to her.

“Wrists.”

Without hesitation, she held her wrists out and tried not to get excited as he secured the cuffs around them. He then took her hand and guided her to stand between two of the chains facing the room. He hooked the cuffs so her arms spread wide with her hands slightly higher than her shoulders.

Once she was secure, he walked to the edge of the area where Taurus now stood holding a wicked-looking, red flogger in one hand and a black, short-tailed whip in the other. Blaze watched wide-eyed as Master Z took the flogger and flicked it against his leg before nodding. He then took the whip and turned away from the crowd that was gathering to slash it toward the back of the area, well away from anyone or anything.

He wielded it with an expertise that sent shivers through her. From the way he’d treated her during their time together, she figured he had no knowledge of such things. But by his short display, she was obviously mistaken in her assumption.

With a nod toward Taurus, he then turned back to her with a smile that said she was about to have a night she would remember for days to come. Instead of starting right in on punishing her, he carried the two toys and came to stand in front of her, with his back to her.

“You see before you a naughty submissive,” he said, addressing the crowd. “While her motives were altruistic, she disobeyed her Dominant twice yesterday, causing undo worry and concern. Tonight she will be punished for her disobedient ways.”

The crowd murmured softly as he turned to face her. She searched his expression, but his face was Dom blank as he smoothed the kinks out of it.

“What’s your safe word, kitten?” he asked as he swished the flogger and whip in a manner that she found unnerving.

“Red, Master,” she said softly.

“Is there anything you want to say to me before we begin?”

“I love you,” Blaze said without hesitation.

Master Z stared at her for a handful of heartbeats, as if determining the truth of her statement. Then he walked away out of sight.

She looked over the crowd and found her friends watching with interest. Until now, being watched during a scene had never bothered her. With other Doms, she could block out everything—the pain, the crowd, even the man applying the punishment. Tonight though, she found herself unable to step back.

She was so lost in thought that Master slapping her left ass cheek caught her by surprise. He was not using the flogger, but his hand, but it landed hard enough to force a cry from her. After that, the subsequent slaps came fast, each one harder than the last. First her left cheek, and then her right. She mentally counted the smacks, surprised when he stopped at ten. Then he ran a gentle hand over the abused skin, his touch soothing the pain away. Then she felt the air move as he walked away again.

The crowd murmured with disappointment before wandering away. She frowned in confusion. Was he finished already?

A moment later, Master Z stood in front her, blocking the rest of the room from her view.

“Now, kitten of mine, you know another of my secrets. I can apply punishment when the situation calls for it, and I do know how to use a flogger and whip. Are you still willing to place yourself under my command? To be my submissive until it no longer works between us?”

Blaze blinked away the tears. “No, Master. I want to be your submissive forever. I love you, Andrew Maxwell Zimmerman, my Master Z.”

* * * *

Andy stared down at the little woman who now filled his heart. He had hated using pain on her. He much preferred to torture by excessive pleasure. Reaching between her legs, he was not surprised to find her pussy dry as a bone. After all, even though she tried to convince herself and others differently, she really was not a pain slut.

“And will you wear my collar, little kitten?”

Blaze smiled and nodded. “It would be my honor, Master.”

Andy found himself grinning as his heart raced. Instead of pulling out the collar in his pocket and placing it around her neck, he unhooked her wrists from the chains.

“Return the flogger and whip to Master Taurus,” he ordered as he went to pack the rest of his gear.

“Yes, Master.”

As he stuffed his ropes back into the bag, he watched her hurry to the bar where Taurus was back at work. She politely called Taurus over as she laid the toys of pain on the bar. He responded, and she nodded before turning and returning as quickly as she could with her ass still stuffed full of plug.

Damn but she was beautiful in her red thong and pasties. He could hardly wait to get her upstairs and alone.

He adjusted the erection that had bloomed at her declaration of love and only grown harder since. If he did not get them alone and naked soon, he was going to come in his jeans, which was the last thing he wanted to do.

“Master Taurus says you may borrow his toys anytime you wish,” Blaze said when she was by his side again.

“I hope that won’t happen again anytime soon. I hope my kitten learned her lesson this time,” Master Z said.

He stood and picked up his bag then not-so-gently patted Blaze’s ass cheeks, earning a gasp from the woman as he heated up the area that he knew had to still be sore from the spanking.