Forcing the stern expression he so loved, Jayda said, “You’re late, slave. You shouldn’t keep your mistress waiting.” She walked haughtily away from him, leaving him in the open doorway. From Toyland number one’s door, she commanded, “Shut and lock that door and get your ass in here.” Then she stepped into the room.
The thump of the door in the frame and the click of the lock falling into place sent a wave of agitation through Jayda. Now she really had gone too far to back out. She’d already taken on her dom alter ego in hopes of becoming excited if she just went through the motions for a bit.
Tank entered the room and closed the door.
Jayda spun. “Did I tell you to close that door?”
Tank, standing a good six foot one, looked like a scolded pup. The rising bulge in his pants said that he was enjoying the play immensely. “No, mistress. I’m sorry.” His ice blue eyes set into the deeply tanned skin of his face, never met her eyes.
“That’s twice you’ve fucked up today. I think you deserve to be punished.” Jayda felt as though she were reading from a script, none of the words eliciting any certain feelings within her. She motioned to the black leather binding bed. “Get over here. Come and get what you deserve.”
His eyes registered a flash of excitement and then he was at the table, eyes averted, hands clasped at his stomach.
“Don’t just stand there! Undress.” Jayda made the restraints ready as he stepped out of his trousers and pulled his shirt over his muscled chest. He was a looker for sure, but he was not Drake sexy. Jayda cursed Drake silently. He was soft around the edges where Drake was chiseled hard. Tank was light where Drake was dark.
Tank was submissive. Drake was an alpha.
Chapter 4
New Feelings
“Get on the table, Tank.” She waited for him to get one knee in position to hoist himself up and she used the whip, the tails cracking against his ass and side.
He whimpered as he scurried onto the table and flipped over prone, hands stretched above his head, crossed at the wrists. His prick, thick and long, stood at attention, bobbing as she jerked the restraints tight around his wrists.
Jayda used the whip across his bare belly and chest. His muscles gave satisfying shudders in response to each flick. The ensuing red welts were beautiful on his skin.
; She leaned close to his ear and whispered, “Are you enjoying this, slave?”
“Yes, mistress. Very much.” His eyes flicked to hers and quick as a lightning strike, he averted them again, but not before she saw.
Again, she cracked the whip across his belly.
“Thank you, mistress!” Tank jumped with the sting of the whip.
Tank’s erection began to entice Jayda and the stirring inside her was a little less subtle this time.
“I didn’t give you permission to look at me. Nor did I give you permission to enjoy this punishment. Did I?”
“No, mistress. I’m sorry.” He turned his head to the side to avoid looking at her again by accident.
“Stop apologizing, weakling. So your punishment continues.” She drew up the stirrups from the sides of the bed. “Put your feet in the stirrups.”
Without a word, Tank brought his feet up and placed them into the stirrups. Jayda pushed them back toward his sides and set them in place. “Now, do you know what I’m going to do to you, Tank, my slave?” She ran the nails of her right hand down the tender part of his side. Bright red welts raised immediately.
He shook his head and groaned at the pain and pleasure of her nails.
“I’m going to show you what it’s like to be completely dominated, completely invaded, completely violated.” She took her nails to the insides of his thighs and he groaned.
Tank’s balls tightened and drew up toward his now throbbing cock.
“You better not come until I give you permission.”
“Yes, mistress.”
Jayda lubed the end of the dildo on her whip and pushed its head to Tank’s asshole, not penetrating, just rotating. She could feel him tense under her manipulations and she began to feel excitement.