Voyeur (6 page)

“Lick your fingers.”

She’d never done anything like this, but she followed orders, reluctantly.

He stood there, legs wide, arms folded, watching her intently. The way he stared at her made her insides flip. She’d never considered herself anything beyond passably attractive, but the smokiness clouding his eyes gave her pause. “See yourself the way I see you.”

For a moment, she did.

“Look at your clit again,” he instructed.

She did.

“Pull back the skin surrounding it.”

Still holding the mirror, she did.

“Tell me about it.”

Just the barest touch from her own hand had her on the edge again. “It’s swollen. Red. Moist.”

“Put down the mirror. Then return to your correct kneeling position.”

She tried hard to be graceful, but the mirror made a noise when she laid it on the tile. Her knees were wide and she was aware of his gaze on her swollen labia and clit.

“Outside of what you’ve shared with me and what you’ve seen at Master Theodore’s home, you’ve never experimented with BDSM?”

“No.” She shook her head.

“So you’ve never been punished for misbehaving?”

Wildly her mind raced backwards as she tried to figure out where she had gone wrong. “No, Master. The sub has never been punished for misbehaving.”

“Until now.”

Chapter Five

“Master…?” she asked.

“Last night, despite my explicit instructions, you came home and masturbated yourself to orgasm.”

She lowered her gaze.

“Look at me.”

Instantly she did.

“Do you think, given the nature of this relationship, I should ignore a transgression, just once?”

“Sub wishes Master would.”

He regarded her. Unlike earlier when he’d smiled at her, there was no compromise in the set of his facial features. “And if Master didn’t keep his word and follow through, sub would learn…?”

She swallowed. “I see Master’s point…wait! Sub sees Master’s point.”

“Go on.”

She breathed deep, glad he’d seemingly ignored that small transgression. “If Master ignores sub’s errors this time, she might expect him to do so all the time.” As she talked, fear and excitement collided deep inside her. “She might become sloppy in hopes that Master would be swayed just one more time.”

“You’ve wondered what it would be like to be disciplined.” It was a statement, not a question.

He filled her vision. The scent of him, of rain, of the outdoors, of man, surrounded her. “The sub has wondered what it might be like to receive a spanking.” Only in her dreams had she imagined speaking this way. “Over her Master’s knee.”

He pulled back a chair, the legs scraping on the floor.

Her pulse accelerated.

He took a seat. “Drape yourself across my knee.”

She stood and crossed to him silently, ensnared in his gaze.

“Wait. Grab the lube from the counter, first.”

She’d hoped he’d forgotten it. She grabbed the tube and placed it in his palm.

Her mouth dry, she lay across his lap, aware of the scratchiness of denim on her bare skin.

“Spread your legs. I want to be able to diddle you if it suits me.”

She was upside down, her hair brushing the desert-coloured tiles. She used her fingertips for balance as her toes sought purchase.

“In the mirror, meet my gaze.”

She fought to resist the impulse to squeeze her eyes shut. Instead, she swept her hair behind her ear so she could see her Dom.

“You are beautiful in your surrender.”

She looked nervous and exposed. She wasn’t sure about the
beautiful
part.

“Beatings, spankings, paddlings, croppings, whippings…they all have various purposes. They can be for pleasure… Well,” he corrected, “beating, spanking, paddling, cropping, whipping you is always for my pleasure. You’ve heard the old saying; this will hurt me more than it will hurt you?”

She nodded.

“It’s not true at all.”

Beast
.

“It will always hurt you more than it hurts me.”

“Thanks for that.”

He grinned quickly, and in that instant, she knew there was no place she would rather be.

“For now, we’ll use the word beating to mean anything I’ve already mentioned, including caning.”

“Caning?” Her voice was a squeak.

He slapped her hard across the buttocks. “Do not tighten your arse cheeks.”

She learnt that lesson fast and well.

“You’ll work up to that. Nothing immediate, I promise you. A beating can be sensuous, a
 
prelude to sex. It can also be routine discipline. For example, I may spank you just to keep you aware of your place, remind you that you’re my sub.”

His sub.

“It can also be for punishment. If it’s meant as punishment, it will usually be delivered perfunctorily. I will never beat you when I am angry. It will be meant to reinforce a lesson. Generally you will not be beaten without first being made aware of the rule.”

“Generally?”

“There are things I expect you to know without being told. Common sense. Or if you’re trying to goad me.”

She didn’t think she’d do that.

“Most times, I will warm you up before beating you, to get the blood flowing to the area I intend to torture.”

She squirmed again.

He smacked her again. “It will minimise bruising and lessen the actual pain. There are times you won’t be warmed up.”

Being upside down, the blood rushing to her head, wasn’t nearly as romantic as it sounded in her books. His muscles beneath her stomach were hard. There wasn’t a single thing comfortable about this.

“I’ll give you five smacks to warm you up.”

She nodded.

She gasped when he landed the first one. It stung. Good God, this was a
warm up
? She wasn’t sure she’d survive it.

By the time he’d spanked her five times, her entire arse felt like it was on fire.

She whimpered and tried to wiggle away.

“Right,” he said.

Instantly he reached across her, capturing her right arm with his left hand and using his arm to push down on her back, keeping her completely ensnared. “That is an example of when I might punish you without you being aware of the rule first. Common sense says you don’t try to escape when your Master is chastising you.”

Trapped, she stilled.

“See how red your buttocks are, and your upper thighs, as well.”

Mercifully, she couldn’t see her exposed pussy.

“I’m adding three strokes to your punishment, for a total of eight spanks. Tell me to begin.”

Was there no end to her humiliation?

“Please, Master, punish your sub.”

“And for that, Marnie, I’ll deduct one of the strokes. Count them off.”

He spanked her hard. If he hadn’t been holding her, she would have run away.

“Count?” he prompted.

“One!”

“Ask for another.”

“Mas-ter!”

“Ask.”

“Please, Master.”

He delivered a second brutal slap right across the middle of her butt cheeks.

She arched her back. He was unyielding. “Two.”

“Why are you being spanked?”

“Sub is being punished.”

“Why is the sub being punished?”

“For having an orgasm without Master’s permission.”

“Will you do that again?”

“No. No, Master. Sub promises to never break that rule again.”

“Good girl.”

Did that mean he’d let her off the hook and stop spanking her?

His third slap kissed the side of her right buttock.

“Three, Master.”

“Do you see how red your arse is?”

She nodded, blinking back tears.

“Do you feel my cock against your stomach? Can you tell how hot I am for you?”

Before she could answer, he delivered the next stinging slap.

“Again, in the mirror. Look at your body, look at me. See how much I desire you.”

Unbelievably as she shifted, she realised her pussy was wet. Despite her protests and the pain, the spanking aroused her.

“How many strokes have you taken, sub?”

“Four.”

“Spread your legs a bit more.”

She had to fight her own instinct for self-preservation.

He slapped her hard, between the legs, scorching her pussy.

“Fuck!” She gasped.

“Hated that?”

As the intensity of the blow diminished, heat suffused her.

“Marnie?”

“It was… It hurt…”

“But…?”

She couldn’t form a coherent sentence.

“I can smell your arousal,” he told her softly, capturing her gaze in the mirror.

“It’s not possible.”

“And if this were a pleasure beating, you would have come when I slapped your cunt.”

She blinked at his coarse language.

“How many was that?”

“Five.”

“Two more,” he said. “Across your upper thighs.”

She yelped as she counted off the final two punishing spanks.

“A weekend of firsts,” he told her. “Your first public scene, and your first punishment.” He slowly released her. “Kneel.” He helped her into position. He pushed back her hair from her face. With exquisite tenderness, he wiped away her tears, then kissed her forehead.

She nearly came undone.

“You’re an excellent sub.” When she dragged her breathing back under control, he added, “Now, into the bedroom, and take the lube with you.”

That dreaded lube. Surely he was making her carry it around as a form of torture.

“When I join you, I want to find you on all fours.”

In her bedroom, she used the few moments of solitude to compose herself. This experience with Master Zachary was everything she could have hoped for, everything she’d yearned for. And yet…unbelievably, it was so much more, taking her to places she hadn’t dreamt of.

His touch, his demands, him making her watch, exploiting what he knew to be her weakness for voyeurism. Under his dominance, she was sometimes able to forget her issues with her body, and instead, like he would say, get out of her own way. When she did, she enjoyed every moment of the experience. She never wanted it to end.

She got into position. Thankfully, the floor was carpeted and not as difficult to kneel on. She took a few steadying breaths, intent on being the sub he wanted.

When he entered the room, her heart skipped a beat. So much for the steadying breaths. When he was near, she lost her ability to have a rational thought.

She wondered if she’d ever get to the point where she had no reaction when he entered a room.

He carried the mirror. He leant it up against a wall. Then he took down the mirror she had hanging over her dresser and placed that one at an adjacent angle.

“Turn a bit,” he instructed, “so that your arse faces the mirror.” He indicated the one to her right. “I want your arse towards the mirror.”

Her body trembled from the pain, and from the emotions she didn’t know how to sort out.

“Tell me what you see,” he urged.

She sought his gaze in the mirror. From this position, she saw her reddened buttocks. “The sub’s arse has been well beaten, Master.” And her thighs were thicker than she wanted, but she didn’t add that part. “I…she…can see the shape of Master’s handprint.”

He waited, arms folded over his chest.

She wiggled a bit, then, a bit reluctantly, she said, “Sub thinks it looks sexy.”

“It does,” he agreed.

His quick smile of approval on his face softened his features, made the jagged scar less prominent, and made her want to please him even more.

“I’m not finished with you. Present,” he snapped.

Slowly, having to remember the position, she lowered herself into present.

“Reach back and spread your abused buttocks.”

Her skin stung as she parted her arse cheeks for him.

She felt him squeeze some of that dratted cool lube onto her anus.

“Don’t break position,” he warned.

Having been punished once, she wasn’t anxious to repeat the experience anytime soon.
 
She’d much rather Master was pleased with her.

“I’m going to insert my finger,” he told her. “I’ll be properly lubed, but it won’t be comfortable your first time. I will be pushing past your sphincter muscle. You can make it easier on yourself by bearing down.”