Seducing Sarah (14 page)

“Submission is about more than just doing what you’re told.” Dom circled the table Sarah was strapped to. She wasn’t blindfolded yet, so her head followed his movements. Every few minutes, she’d glance in his direction but Quinn kept his gaze averted. He couldn’t look in her eyes. If he did, there was a very real chance he’d confess that he was in love with her and show her who he was.

Not that the idea wasn’t tempting but if he gave in to the impulse, he’d regret it. She wasn’t ready to see him as anything other than her teacher. If she found out he was her boss, the game would be over before it started. He couldn’t risk it.

Sarah let out a low groan and Quinn watched, helplessly, as she arched beneath Dom’s touch. He trailed his hand over her back and then through her hair before moving on to the next student.

No, this was a million times worse than Raina’s betrayal. Mainly because the way he felt about Sarah eclipsed any feelings he’d ever had for a woman. She
owned
him and she had no idea.

“Submission is the greatest gift you can offer to your partner because what you’re giving is yourself. Your body,” he stroked a finger up the line of her spine. “Your pleasure,” he took a step back and pulled the cheeks of her ass apart. She whimpered and strained against the bonds that held her to the table. “Your trust.” Dom waited until she quieted before continuing.

“Your pleasure is in my hands. It’s my responsibility and my privilege to learn what you need and provide it. To help you learn to control your body so it reacts to my commands. You’ve honored me immeasurably with your trust.” He leaned down and kissed the small of her back.

“Now, you’re probably wondering when the punishments come into play.” Dom walked over to the rack on the wall and selected a small paddle in the shape of a heart. Sarah followed him with wide eyes.

“Sometimes a submissive has desires and needs they aren’t aware of. There may be times your master asks you to do something you don’t think you’re ready for. You might rebel, turn away or deny him.” There was a whistle as the paddle sailed through the air and met flesh. Sarah reared up with a cry at the unexpected blow.

“Then you would earn a punishment.”

“But I didn’t even do anything,” Sarah gasped. Dom responded with several well-placed paddles to her ass. It had to hurt because it didn’t look like Dom was holding back but it was definitely turning her on. Quinn watched as she licked her lips and arched up into each blow. It had been his intention to stay out of it, to allow her this freedom to test her boundaries without his interference but he hadn’t counted on his protective instincts coming into play. Watching someone else disciplining his woman was not something his internal caveman was prepared for.

Dom looked up as Quinn approached and nodded as if to say “What took you so long?”

Quinn reached out and stroked the lovely, honey-colored skin of her back. She stretched into his caress, seeking his touch. “You don’t have to do anything.” His voice sounded rusty. “You don’t have to do anything except trust us. Pleasure is ours to give,” he pulled gently on her pussy lips until she shivered. “And ours to take away,” he withdrew, ignoring her cries of protest.

He leaned down so only she could hear his whisper. “Besides, changing your class schedule without talking to me is plenty of reason for me to punish you, Ms. Caldwell.”

She lifted her head and met his eyes. “I didn’t change my class schedule. I just came down here because Veronica said…” She trailed off and bit her lip, before glancing over at the girl strapped down to her left. Veronica turned her head and winked at him.

Dom snorted behind him. “It appears Veronica is a bad influence on you, Ms. Caldwell. Students do not just waltz in and out of my class on a whim. I hope she at least warned you what you were going to be in for.”

Sarah looked between the two of them and swallowed nervously. “Well, I’ll be in trouble. I’ll be spanked, right?”

Quinn didn’t bother to hide his amusement. He walked over to the rack on the wall and selected a small flogger with soft leather strips. Sarah’s eyes followed him as far as she was able. “I thought you were just going to spank me. What is that thing?”

He knelt next to her and waited until she met his eyes. “Sarah, I hope you remember the safe words from your initiation paperwork. Everyone at the school uses the same ones so there can be no misunderstandings but I need to hear you say them now.”

She bit her lip and shook her head.

He leaned forward and brushed a kiss over her forehead. Damn him, he couldn’t help himself. “You trust me, don’t you?”

She looked at him for a long time, her eyes searching his before she rested her head back down on the table. “I do. I’m not sure why but I do.”

He let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. Then he stood back up and barked “Safe words, Ms. Caldwell. What are they?”

“Red for stop. Yellow for ease up. Green means I’m okay.”

As soon as the words left her mouth, he snapped his wrist and the thin strips of the flogger he held snapped across the soft flesh of her ass. She didn’t cry out but stiffened, probably too shocked to even make a sound. He trailed the straps softly over the curve where her ass blended into her lower back. She quivered beneath him.

“Please… what are you going to do to me?” she whispered.

He dragged the leather over her back, up her arm and back down her sides. Goosebumps raised on her skin everywhere he touched. With another snap of his wrist he sent the straps lashing over the skin on her inner thigh, one of the most sensitive of the areas currently exposed. She cried out this time, rearing up, pulling at her bonds. “Oh god, it hurts.”

“But it feels so good too, doesn’t it? Just pretend it’s your boyfriend. Oh wait, you said he’s not your boyfriend, you just wish he was.” Veronica murmured. Dom was moving up and down the line, checking the restraints on the other students. He stopped occasionally to issue a command, stroke a limb or smack an ass.

Quinn moved closer, straining to hear. Sarah had already told him she’d broken up with her fiancé. Why would she refer to him as her boyfriend or worse, someone she wished was her boyfriend?

“He’s not my boyfriend. He’s my boss.” Sarah hissed.

Quinn stiffened. “What did you just say?”

Sarah stilled. “Nothing. I didn’t say anything, sir.” She dropped her head down to the table and wiggled.

“Now, you’re lying to me. Tell me what you said.”

She tilted her chin up, as if to say “make me”. Quinn knew that look. She wore it when she was gearing herself up for a fight. But she was about to find out that she was no match for him when it came to stubbornness.

“I’ve been going easy on you, sweetness. But that ends now.” He leaned down and opened the restraints holding her ankles in place then walked forward and released her wrist restraints. Once she was free, he rubbed up and down each of her arms briskly to help relieve any stiffness. She hadn’t been restrained that long but she wasn’t used to it yet. And she’d need to be comfortable for what he had in mind next.

“One last chance.” He shook his head in amusement when she crossed her arms and regarded him stonily. “Fine. The hard way it is.” He leaned down and threw her over his shoulder before turning for the door.

“Put me down! You can’t carry me out of here like this. I’m naked!” She beat against his back and even tried to kick him. He squeezed her legs tighter to keep from getting a kick in the stomach.

“Let’s see if I can come up with a punishment that will loosen your tongue a little bit.”

CHAPTER XII

SARAH TURNED HER HEAD into her arm. Part of her couldn’t believe this was happening. But Q had warned her that he was creative with punishments. Even she had to admit the irony of this particular one was amazing. She’d chosen the Dormitory Hall as a place to hide from him and now he was using it as a place to punish her. She was on display for every student to see.

Bound, naked and strapped to the statue in the dormitory hallway.

“Damn, I figured you’d get in trouble for running out but this is worse than I imagined.” She turned her head and groaned as the good-looking boy from her first class, David, leaned on the statue next to her.

“What do you want?” She turned her head away and tried to ignore the way her pussy clenched when he leaned over to get a closer look. “Don’t you have anything better to do?”

He pretended to think. “Better than looking at a hot, naked chick? Not really. Plus, I have to mess with you a little. It’s tradition.”

Sarah snorted and tugged at the bindings on her wrist one more time. “It’s tradition for you to bug the hell out of me?”

He shook his head slowly, his eyes heating as he looked down past the curve of her breasts to where she was spread open and bound before him. “No. It’s tradition to pet the mascot. That’s why the teachers use this statue as a punishment. Because it gives everyone who passes an excuse to touch you. I guess your handler was too pissed at you to mention that part.”

Her breath sped up as he approached. She was bound to the statue so she couldn’t even close her legs. He could do anything to her he wanted.

David came closer until he was in the cradle of her thighs, so close she could feel his body heat. “Everyone pets the mascot because it’s supposed to bring you good luck,” he whispered. His breath feathered across her cheek and her nipples instantly tightened. He looked down at the tight points and his jaw clenched. He took a deep breath and she knew he was smelling her desire.

Sarah squeezed her eyes shut. It wasn’t supposed to be like this, was it? She’d come here to get a wakeup call for her libido but this was more like a fire alarm going off inside her. She didn’t want to feel achy and wet for a guy she didn’t even like. Although, as David stepped closer she wasn’t entirely sure she didn’t like him anymore. He separated her pussy lips with his thumbs and she hissed at the shock of lust that speared through her.

“Fuck, you’re wet, aren’t you?” David murmured. “I can’t leave you like this. It wouldn’t be nice, would it?” He pushed a finger into her pussy and she cried out as he sank into her wet heat. She clenched around his finger, her internal muscles clinging as he sank into her once, twice before pulling out to circle her clit. She tried to close her legs involuntarily and whimpered as her ankle restraints pulled at her skin.

“Damn, I wish I was allowed to take you right here.” He mumbled and slowly fed a second finger into her tight slit. She shuddered as her pussy stretched around his invading fingers. “You feel like wet silk. I bet you taste even better.” He knelt in front of her and that’s when Sarah saw Master Q standing behind them, watching.

“Oh my god. Master Q!”

David straightened and looked over his shoulder. “Sorry, sir. I was just… Um, I’ll be going now.” He sauntered down the hall. He didn’t even look back. So much for wanting to take care of her.

“Ooooh, men suck!” Sarah wrinkled her nose when Master Q didn’t respond to her taunt. He just stood there watching her yank at her bonds. Several other male students passed, each one stopping to rub, caress and fondle some part of her body. Master Q watched each one with an eagle eye, making sure they didn’t go any further than they were allowed.

“Please, let me down. Please…” She shuddered as another student stopped to pet her pussy lips. He seemed fascinated with the hood covering her clit. He gently stroked the skin back until the sensitive bud was exposed before rubbing it softly with his thumb.

“Oh no, I’m coming…” she whispered. She bit her lip and shook helplessly as the crest of pleasure she’d been fighting for the past hour broke. She shuddered again and again as the boy continued to stroke her clit. He pushed a finger into her clenching pussy. She came again, this time crying out because it felt so good.

“God, I can’t believe I made you come. That was awesome,” he whispered.

Sarah opened her eyes and blushed at the look of awe he was giving her. It was then that she understood the true beauty of Master Q’s punishment. By putting her on display, he was forcing her to see herself the way others saw her. As a woman. A sexy and desirable woman. The men who’d walked by her had all taken the time to stop and enjoy her body.