Taming the Boss Lady [Masters of Submission 3] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic) (10 page)

With eyes downcast, she surreptitiously watched him walk away and pick up the flogger that still lay on the bed. He stood in front of her and displayed the tool of correction for her to see. The masculine hair on his chest caught the soft light from the flickering candles, while his heavy breathing fell in perfect synch with her own. She couldn’t stop herself from shaking, and she knew if she spoke, her words would be halting. Tiny tremors surfaced from deep inside her belly, only to shiver along the entire length of her spine before shaking themselves free from the tips of her fingers.

Her head tipped back submissively, exposing her throat as Matthew slowly trailed the flogger over her bare shoulders and breasts. The leather fronds caught in the nipple clamps and chains, causing pleasure and pain to mingle. She looked into his eyes, seeing a man consumed by her vulnerability. Kelly could palpably sense his enormous sexual arousal and anticipation as he drifted the flogger over her undulating belly. When the leather tresses snagged in the chain, it pulled on the clamp holding her clit in its viselike grip. Her lower lip quivered, but she didn’t cry out. She didn’t dare to without her Master’s permission. Instead, she resolutely continued to stare into his molten, green gaze, thoroughly mesmerized by his alpha male presence. Her status and wealth had overwhelmed every man she’d ever known. Would Matthew be different? She needed to know.

“Are you ready for your punishment, slave?”

Feeling that her courage was starting to fail her, and looking for a way out without using her safeword, Kelly seized the opportunity to speak, “Master Matthew, you wouldn’t dare punish me if you knew who I really was.” There she’d said it. No man had ever stood up to her before, but she needed to know if Matthew was a real alpha male or just playing at it.

“I wouldn’t dare?” He looked incredulous. He roughly cupped her chin and angled her face to his. A smile drifted to his lips. “Do not attempt to outwit me, sub.” His voice rumbled between them. “I know exactly who you are.”

Her body stiffened, and she raised her chin defiantly. “You don’t. You have no idea who I really am.”

“How dare you use that tone with me.” There was real anger in his voice. “You will address me as Master Matthew at all times. I don’t give a fuck what you do outside here. But in here, with me, you will abide by my rules. I am the law here. Your disrespectful insolence will not be tolerated. I was going to give you five strokes of the flogger. I shall now give you ten. Do not ever make the mistake of questioning your Master again.”

He roughly dragged his thumb along her lower lip, smearing her lipstick as he stared intently at her. “Even if you
were
the Queen of Sheba herself, you would still receive ten lashes for your petulant outburst. Enough talk now. Time for action” He swiftly moved behind her and caressed her buttocks with his hands. “Soon these will be a deep rosy pink, and so burning with pain you won’t be able to sit down for a week.” He leaned in against her ear, and she felt his warm breath on her neck

“Now count them out for me,
Ms. Kelly McCloud
.” He emphasized each and every syllable of her name, leaving her in no doubt he knew exactly who she was. “You may be the CEO of McCloud Energy, but you’re not too high and mighty to receive a good flogging from your Master.”

Matthew knew he was pushing every boundary in Kelly’s armory, but that was why she was here. If she wanted to experience the thrill of being dominated, then he was her man. He didn’t give a fuck how important and wealthy she was in the real world. Here at Club Submission, he was the law, and he was more than happy to give her a taste of what she craved most.

Standing behind her, he carefully brushed her glossy black hair to one side and scooped it over her shoulder. It fell provocatively over her right breast. “You belong to me now, my slave.” Her whole body trembled uncontrollably as he trailed the flogger down her flawless, creamy back. Matthew enjoyed tracing the fabulous hourglass curves. Her slender waist cinched in, allowing the tresses of the flogger to cascade seductively over her womanly rump. He smiled to himself when she shivered slightly beneath the supple leather fronds. Kelly had no idea he was using the softest, most kitten-like of his floggers. It would stimulate her senses, warming her up, but it wouldn’t leave a mark on her beautiful skin. If it became apparent she was into pain, then he would gradually work his way up to a more satisfying grade of flogger. For now, he would break in his new sub, gently and slowly.

He figured a woman of her importance and stature was used to kicking corporate ass. Hiring and firing as and when required. After all, she was the CEO of a multibillion-dollar company. Jesus, she’d even tried to pull rank on
him
. Just who the fuck did this lady think she was? After nipping her disobedience and disrespect in the bud, she’d buckled under a little. However, Kelly clearly wasn’t a natural submissive, but with his authoritative guidance, she’d soon learn.

Slowly, oh so very slowly, he let the leather fronds drift over her creamy ass. He gradually increased momentum before stepping back, and taking a full swing with the flogger. When it impacted noisily against her left buttock, her head reared up, her back arched, and a soft feminine moan left her perfect lips. He knew the clamps attached to her nipples and clit would pull against each other, compounding her obvious sexual arousal.

“Count them out,” he ordered, raising his voice to show he meant business. “You may answer one, Sir, then two, Sir, then three, Sir. Do I make myself clear?”

Her head dropped forward. “One, Sir,” she answered breathlessly.

He took aim again, allowing the eighteen inch leather fronds to follow through as he halted his swing a few inches from her butt. The rhythm he chose was one lash every five seconds.

“Two, Sir.”

With her arms and legs completely restrained by the whipping posts, Kelly’s body arched sexily. He loved the way her feminine curves undulated with each and every swing he took.

“Three, Sir. Sir I—”

“Silence, I did not give you permission to speak, apart from counting out your punishment.

Her head fell forward again, and he knew by the deep orgasmic moans coming from her mouth that she was enjoying the experience. Using more force this time, the flogger contacted her bare, exposed rump once more.

“Four, Sir.”

He altered his position slightly, allowing the leather tresses to whip her lower thigh.

“Five, Sir.”

A beautiful pulsing pink glow spread across her perfect ass, and she reared up as he disciplined her again.

“Six, Sir.”

Seeing she was enjoying her correction, Matthew exerted a little more power on the flogger.

“Seven, Sir, seven, Sir.”

Her brain-stimulating endorphins were working overtime. Kelly’s knees almost buckled, barely able to support her as another powerful swing thudded against her beautiful, beautiful butt.

“Eight, Sir,” she whimpered. Her legs had gone completely limp, just the leather restraints securing her wrists held her up.

Sensing Kelly may be too brave for her own good, he tenderly kissed her bare back, allowing her the time to regain her composure. “Do you wish to use your safeword?”

“No, Sir, thank you, Sir, I’m fine.”

“Very well, then I shall continue.”

He raised his hand, letting the fall of the flogger carry more weight. The noise of leather on skin echoed around the dungeon. He loved that sound. His hard-on twitched in his pants whenever he heard it.

A whimper left her lips, and her legs trembled uncontrollably. “Nine, Sir.”

He had no doubt she was in some sort of pleasure-induced trance when he took the final and hardest swing.

She threw back her head one last time. Her sensuous lips parted, and her tongue snaked out to moisten them. “Ten, Sir. Thank you, Sir.”

He dropped the flogger to the floor and immediately smoothed his fingers over her burning butt cheeks. “You have done well, my slave.” The heat from her punished ass radiated onto his palms as he soothed the tender flesh with loving, circular movements.

“Your punishment is over,” he whispered against her ear, nuzzling her neck, and drinking in her intoxicating feminine scent. No woman had ever reached him the way Kelly did right now. No woman had ever had such an effect on him before. He wondered why. Perhaps it was because Kelly was a successful and powerful woman in her own right. Whatever the reason, Kelly McCloud was one very special lady, and he didn’t want to lose her.

Still secured by the whipping posts, Kelly didn’t move as he circled around in front of her. Matthew couldn’t resist tugging on her nipple and clit clamps. In response, her body bucked and writhed, and a mournful, sexual whimper left her lips. The clamps had restricted the blood flow to her nipples and clit for a good ten minutes, so it was time to remove them. This was the part he loved the most. Kelly looked overdosed on pleasure, her eyelids hooded and droopy. He guessed she didn’t know what was coming next.

Matthew lowered his head and swirled his tongue over her trapped nipple. Starved of blood, the tip had turned a fetching shade of purple. A barely audible sigh left her lips, followed by a piercing cry as he released the clamp. He sucked hungrily on her swollen nub.
Fuck, you taste good, Kelly.
With the blood flowing freely once more, it gushed into her tortured peak, creating a surge of pain. He moved to her other breast.

“Master Matthew, no.”

He smiled into her eyes, which were like thin discs of sultry moonlight. “I have to remove them.”

“Oh, God.” Her head tipped back, making her lustrous raven hair fall and swirl around her waist.

Tenderly, he licked and teased the other peak, reveling in the soft feminine whimpers that came from her parted lips. When he removed the remaining nipple clamp, a deep sigh of sexual longing erupted from her as he sucked the blood-starved bud back to life. He received enormous satisfaction, watching a submissive surrender everything. Fuck, it turned him on. It was what made him tick as a man. Knowing Kelly was an immensely powerful businesswoman only added to his triumph. His cock felt forged from hardened steel and ready for action.

Matthew traced his fingertips down Kelly’s trembling body, before pausing at her imprisoned clit. He couldn’t resist giving the chain a little tug.

“Master Matthew, please.”

Kelly’s lovely feminine breath hissed from her throat as he sunk to his knees and stared mesmerized at her captured, sexual nub. With her legs still wide apart and secured to the base of the whipping posts, he could clearly make out the honeyed arousal, coating the folds of her cunt. Slowly, he drifted a finger to her clit, and watched in satisfaction as her body swayed seductively.

“Deep breath,” he ordered as he slowly released the clamp from her womanly pearl, allowing the blood to flow once more into her clitoris.

Cupping her buttocks in his hands, he forcibly pulled her toward him. Her whole body jerked as he sucked the very essence of her into his mouth. Intense spasms began forming against his lips as her sensitized nub finally erupted into unstoppable orgasm. He smiled against her pussy as her cries of ecstasy filled the dungeon. He let her sexy little clit slip from beneath his lips, and looked up into her face. “That’s right, my princess. Let it all out.” In the throes of orgasm he saw the most beautiful woman in the world, and she belonged to him. He felt like he saw the real Kelly McCloud for the very first time. Strong yet vulnerable. Proudly resistant, yet compliant. When her climax was finally spent, he unshackled the leather restraints from her wrists and ankles. As he removed the final hook, she fell into his arms, exhausted, and by the smile on her face, happy. He stroked a wayward hair from her eyes before scooping her up and carrying her to the ornate four-poster.

Kelly appeared to be in a trancelike state as he carefully laid her facedown on the bed. As he released her, her slender arms fell above her head, and her long, smooth legs trailed over the edge of the mattress. Determined to continue the dominance of her body and mind, he hurriedly pulled down his leather pants, allowing his fully erect cock to spring free.

Anticipation an aphrodisiac, he stood over her, smoothing a hand around his shaft, caressing his fingers along the prominent pulsating vein that ran the length of his prick. Jesus, he was so fucking hard, and it was all Kelly’s doing. Taking the time to appreciate her feminine beauty, he observed her womanly butt, so creamy and luscious. It still bore the pink traces of her correction. The globes of her ass were round and peachy, and incredibly inviting. He figured she’d never allowed a guy to fuck her ass before. From what he’d learned about Kelly, he guessed she liked to be in control. Claiming her ass might prove a step too far at this point in their D/s relationship. Matthew decided to put that option on hold, but made a promise to himself that he would have her ass sooner or later.

Matthew leaned down and gently pulled her legs apart. Her perfect puckered hole was now open for him to see, and he couldn’t resist grazing his thumb over her pink rosette. She jolted slightly, but didn’t protest, and he smiled knowingly. Yeah, she’d go for anal fucking, all right. He lovingly caressed the gorgeous swell of her buttocks, kneading the flesh with small circular movements. He adored her ass, and the way her womanly curves cinched in around her waist. Matthew then smoothed his fingers over her elegant, straight back, delighting in the softness of her glowing skin. Continuing his caress along her arms, he took hold of her hands and pinned them to the mattress above her head. Slowly, he leaned over her, and pressed his chest to her back, enjoying the warmth where their skin touched.