Chapter 28
It was the longest walk in history. Jenna knew it had to be true. When had the damned Club been moved so far from the house? Christ, every step she took caused the plug Mitch had shoved up her ass to shift, which in turn moved that blasted bullet vibrator, and he seemed to have an obsession with fondling that stinking remote control. Fuck it all, she’d had to stop the take deep breaths several times and they hadn’t even gotten into The Club’s main room, where her punishment was supposed to be administered.Geez, talk about a bunch of damned drama queens. They sure are making a really big deal out of this just in case anyone was interested in my opinion.
Mitch just walked along beside Jenna and tried to not react to her wayward thoughts. God only knew if she remembered his gift, she’d be much more careful, and he had to chuckle about the “drama queens” remark, and he’d be sure to mention that during the scene, just to remind her that he’d been listening in while they’d been making their way over here. Sure it was being dramatized for her benefit, but she’d understand the reasoning eventually.
Colt had gone into Rissa’s Spa to let her know that plans had changed and that she would be answering to Master Mitch at a later date. She had seemed surprised, then leery as to why she would be dealing one-on-one with Grayson.Because our illustrious Sheriff Marshall went bat-shit crazy when he heard you were going to be punished in front of the security team, but declined to explain why, little one.He’d also instructed her to stay in the backroom of her spa until she was given the all clear. They didn’t need her walking in on Jenna’s punishment scene until they knew exactly what they were dealing with in her background. Extreme caution was the path they would be following. When she had started to argue, he’d simply said he would be happy to pass along any comments or concerns and let Master Mitch adjust her punishment accordingly. He’d had to work hard to suppress his laughter at her wide eyes and gaping mouth.Yeah, babe, widen that mouth open and see what Grayson does with that!He’d been relatively sure she’d follow his instructions, but he’d placed one of the valets outside her door, just in case.
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Walking into the large room known as the Main Lounge of The ShadowDance Club, Jenna came to a dead stop when she saw at least twelve men in sitting in the semidark room facing a small stage that was lit with soft white- and pale-rose-colored spotlights. At the center of the stage was what looked like a large wooden picture frame with large eyebolts on the inside at each corner. Mitch had been right behind her and walked right up so that his chest pressed against her back. She didn’t know if he was making sure she knew she couldn’t turn and run, or if he was worried her knees were going to give way again. Jenna stood rod stiff for a few seconds while the angel on one shoulder battled the devil on the other.Sure, you two battle it out, by the time you make a blasted decision I’ll be up to my ass in alligators here.She wasn’t sure, but she thought she’d heard Mitch snort with laughter, and when she looked over her shoulder he seemed to be working hard to hide a smile.Shit, I forgot he can hear my thoughts, damn it all to hell. What all was I stewing over on the way here?
“Don’t worry about it now, sweet cheeks, too late for that, let’s get this over with. Now walk straight to the stage and stand in front of Master Colt with your head lowered, chin to chest. Let’s go.” Mitch kept his tone cool and direct. Christ if his dick got any harder, he’d never make it through this scene without embarrassing himself, and he hadn’t done that since he was fifteen.
Jenna’s legs felt like they were made of Jell-O, she wasn’t even sure she was going to be able to walk up the three steps to the stage. When she was in front of Colt, she started to tremble, he looked so intimidating standing there with his black leather pants and boots. His black silk shirt was open to the middle of his massive chest and with his feet planted shoulder-width apart and his hands on his hips, he looked like a stereotypical Hell’s Angel. All he was missing was a tricked-out Harley and a couple of serpent tattoos.Okay, he’s scary, but damn hot, too.She remembered she wasn’t supposed to be looking him up and down like he was a prime piece of steak and quickly ducked her head.
Christ but Colt would love to know what had been going through her mind. She’d been looking him up and down, her eyes filled with lust, and when he’d raised an eyebrow at her, she’d quickly ducked her head, and fucking Grayson had nearly burst out laughing. Colt had given Grayson a questioning look, but the jerk had only grinned from ear to ear and given him the “You’re good to go” signal.
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Colt had given her nearly a whole minute to get herself together, and when her breathing seemed to be closer to normal, he finally spoke. “Jenna, look at me.” Colt’s words were harsh and loud enough that everyone in the room would have heard him. She flinched and slowly raised her face to his. “Do you know why you are being punished?”
“Yes, Master.” Jenna’s voice was so soft he’d barely heard her himself, and he was sure no one else had.
“Speak up, sub, if you are going to be bold enough to disobey, you should damn well be bold enough to speak up now.” Colt wanted to teach her a lesson, and want to emphasize that her safety would always be his priority. But he didn’t want to see her become meek and mousey, it wasn’t who she was, fuck, that wasn’t the woman he’d fallen in love with. When she still hadn’t said anything, he said, “I want to hear from the Jenna Lamont that keeps Lamont Oil running like a finely tuned machine, I don’t want a sub who is afraid of who she is and shrinks away from a punishment she knows she’d earned.” He raised an eyebrow in challenge and was pleased when he saw the spark in her eyes.
Jenna knew he’d challenged her intentionally. His message about admiring her strength had been received loud and clear. He was trying to tell her he believed in her, knew she’d be able to handle what was coming. God she loved him so much in that moment she felt like a huge burden had been lifted from her shoulders. She’d cleared her throat and spoke clearly. “I am being punished because I disobeyed my Master’s instruction to not leave the spa without a security escort, and by that action, I disrespected not only my Master, but every member of the security team that had been charged with my safety.”
In that moment, Colt wanted nothing more than to call this whole thing off. Fuck it, she had just given the most perfect answer, hell, if he’d scripted it for her it wouldn’t have been any better. He’d watched the expressions of some of the other Doms in the room, and their looks of surprise and then respect had told him he wasn’t the only one with a new level of respect for this woman. Christ but he loved her. She was absolutely the most amazing woman he’d ever known. He nodded his approval of her answer then simply said, “Strip.”
He could see her steel herself for what was to come as she reached for the hem of her short dress and pulled it up and over her head. Mitch took it from her and brought back the padded leather cuffs that were off to the side of the stage. When she glanced to the side and noticed the implements on the table, she’d started to tremble again. Colt had deliberately left a whip and a thick cane both in plain sight, even though he wasn’t planning to use either on her delicate ass. “Look only at me, Jenna, your eyes are not to leave mine, do you understand?” When she merely nodded her head, he said, “Not good enough, baby, I have to hear the words…Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master, I understand.” Jenna’s words were clear and loud enough that he was sure most in the room were able to hear her.
“Good girl. Now, Master Mitch is going to be putting cuffs around your ankles and wrists, these will be used to restrain you during your punishment.” Mitch had the cuffs on her almost before he’d finished explaining. They led her to the frame and secured her, making sure the cuffs weren’t cutting off her circulation before stepping back. The frame was set up so that it could be rotated either front to back or top to bottom. Originally he had planned to do the first half of the strokes with her facing the back and then when her system was flooding with endorphins, he would face her to the team she’d thrown under the bus this afternoon. His men would be paying for that mistake with extra shifts, punishing workouts, and cash donations to local charities. But now he wanted all of her attention for himself, so he’d be the one facing the audience while Grayson administered the lashes to her ass. Colt wanted to be the one to read her expressions. He knew Grayson would be able to hear her thoughts until she “whitewashed,” as he called it. Grayson had said that he could read subs until they hit a certain point in a scene when it all became nothing more than radio static or what soldiers called “whitewash.” The woman standing before him held his heart and soul in the palm of her hand. Anyone thinking he had the power here was a fool. He’d be looking in her eyes during her strapping. He wanted to see every nuance of expression so he was assured of her ability to get through this punishment. The last thing he needed was for her to be so overcome she safe worded out. He’d rarely seen long-term Ds relationships survive that, let alone one as newly minted as theirs.
After she was secured to the frame and he and Grayson were satisfied with her position, he moved to stand directly in front of her again. “What is your safe word, Jenna?” His words were crisp, but he knew his eyes were conveying his affection and respect for her.
“Um, it’s ‘red,’ Master,” she answered clearly, but he could see the apprehension building in her eyes.
“And when are you supposed to use your safe word?” He wanted to make sure she knew and was able to tell him, he’d seen many subs get so caught up in a scene and become so overwhelmed when pain stopped being anything other than just pain that they completely forgot to use their safe word. As a dungeon monitor, he’d stopped several scenes when the sub had been so far in subspace and the Dom so submerged in the role-play that intervention had been all that kept things from becoming physically detrimental to the submissive.
“Um, I should use my safe word if I am so uncomfortable, either physically or emotionally, that I cannot continue safely.” Jenna clearly understood, it was time to get this over with and get her up to his fourth-floor suite and make sweet love to her before he had to be back in The Club for tonight’s Submissives’ Masquerade.
“Very good, you are to keep your eyes on me and only on me while Master Mitch administers your punishment. You’ll be getting twenty lashes…that is one for each member of the team that you dishonored today and three for the disrespect you showed me. Master Mitch is using my belt, as it is something that I wear daily and it is important to me that your punishment comes from something that is personal to me. Since this is your first public scene, I won’t ask you to count the lashes. When you have had the last stroke, you’ll pleasure me with your mouth before I claim that sweet ass of yours. Having my cock in your ass will be your final act of submission for this punishment.” He’d known she would be shocked by the number of lashes, but he was sure she would be able to take them all. The look of determination in her eyes spoke volumes. “Master Mitch, begin.”
Jenna had no more than heard the words when she felt a streak of fire cross her left ass cheek before she even heard the snap of the belt.Holy fucking God that hurt! I’m never going to be able to get through nineteen more of these.Colt had taken her chin in his hand so that she couldn’t even drop her head and knew she had tensed up in anticipation of the next stroke. “Don’t tense up, it’ll just hurt worse, baby.” Colt’s words were spoken so softly, she was sure no one but Mitch could have heard him. She tried to release her muscles just as four more blows landed in quick succession. She noticed that he was never hitting her in the same place twice in a row and that two had actually been across her back. As the blows continued to fall, Jenna cried out and let the tears she’d been trying to hold back roll freely down her cheeks.
Jenna had kept her eyes on Colt’s face and when she mouthed the words “I’m so sorry,” Colt’s heart had dropped to his stomach. Thank God she only had two more to go, or he was sure he wouldn’t have been able to finish the scene. As the last strike landed her eyes had completely glazed over, and he was grateful that Mother Nature’s built-in painkillers were flooding her system. As they were releasing her from the restraints, all the security team quickly left the room. He had never intended for her final two acts of submission to be witnessed by anyone other than Grayson. He had never really been into exhibitionism, and his sweet sub’s pleasure and orgasms weren’t something he particularly wanted everyone else to see and hear.
As Grayson helped Jenna kneel, Colt opened his leathers, and his cock sprung free. He’d been so close to coming when he’d seen her walk into the room wearing that see-through dress, he’d had to take several deep breaths. He was right on the edge again.Christ, the minute that sweet mouth takes me in, it’s gonna be all over.She looked up at him with such a sad expression. “Well done, baby, I’m proud of you. You took those strokes beautifully. Now, open up and suck me into that hot, wet, velvet mouth of yours, pet.” As he slid past her sweet lips, all puffy and red from where she had bitten down trying to stifle her earlier cries, he thought he was going to die from the pleasure of it. “Ah, Christ, Jenna, your mouth is so fucking sweet.” She began to suck harder as he grasped her face and started moving in and out at a feverish pace. “I’m gonna fuck this sweet mouth and come down your throat, and you are to swallow every drop, don’t lose any of it, Jenna. Oh shit…Fuck!”
Jenna felt Colt stiffen and then felt his salty seed being pulsed down her throat. She swallowed it all down and made sure she licked the last remnants from his still-erect cock as he withdrew from her mouth. While she’d still been on her knees, she’d felt the vibrator in her ass start moving and the plug in her ass had sprung to life as well, holy shit, she had forgotten they were even inside her. Colt had pulled her to her feet as the tempo of the bullet sped up until she was sure her pussy must be dripping to the floor. Mitch had moved a padded bench close to them, and they had no sooner bent her over the bench than she felt the plug pulled from her ass and the blunt head of Colt’s still-erect cock start pushing inside.
The lubricant he’d quickly smeared over his cock was cool at first touch, but his cock was so engorged Jenna immediately felt his heat pressing inside as he quickly moved past the tighter outer ring of muscles. She’d gasped at the sharp pinch of pain before it had morphed into a shot of electric pleasure that went straight to her clit. Colt pressed all the way in, and Jenna felt every vein and ridge of his length before his balls pressed against her still-burning ass. He started taking long, fast strokes and just as she didn’t think she could hold on any longer, he leaned over and whispered, “Come for me, my love. Let me feel and hear your pleasure.”
Colt felt her orgasm gathering, and as soon as he’d spoken his permission, he’d felt her clamp down on his cock like a vise. She shot straight into the heavens and took him with her.
Jenna felt like her entire being had fractured into millions of pieces and then been launched into space. She’d heard her own scream of completion and watched as everything had erupted in the most vivid colors imaginable. She knew she’d never be able to describe the beauty of what seemed to be a vortex of ever-changing colors laced with a billion twinkling stars. She’d felt a second orgasm roll over the top of the first and had only stopped screaming her pleasure because her voice had given out.
Colt knew the instant Jenna had gone totally into subspace. He’d been amazed that the pain of her punishment hadn’t put her there, but she’d started floating while he’d fucked her mouth, and then as he’d fucked her ass, she’d gone so deep she’d actually passed out at the end of her orgasms. Grayson had handed him warm, damp cloths, and he’d quickly cleaned them both. After he’d righted his leathers he took the soft subbie blanket from his friend and wrapped her carefully before lifting her to his chest. “I’m taking her upstairs for her aftercare, I’ll be back down before the Masquerade starts. Thanks for your help. I know that was really difficult for you.” He paused briefly, trying to gather his emotions before he continued. “You’ll never know how close I came to calling it off after her answer at the beginning.”
Mitch Grayson had been cleaning the equipment, but stopped to meet Colt’s gaze. “I know and I wouldn’t have blamed you if you had. Hell, there wasn’t a man in the room who would have blamed you. But she needed this, she craves submission, well, actually, she craves submitting to you. You did the right thing, now, go make love to your woman. I’ll see you in a couple of hours.” Colt nodded and smiled as he quickly took the stairs two at a time.