Just For You, Sir (Doms of Decadence 1)

“Certainly,” Derrick replied, rising from his seat to step behind the sub. He brushed his chest against her back. She shivered.

“Easy, love,” he murmured in her ear as he cupped her full breasts and held them up for Dylan.

Slowly, Dylan placed one clamp over her left nipple then tightened it.

Tilly took in a sharp breath then let it out slowly.

“Okay, Tilly?” he asked.

“Y-yes, Sir.”

Dylan placed the other clamp on her right nipple then nodded at Derrick.

Derrick cupped her shoulders, giving them a brief squeeze before moving back to sit at the bar. Dylan tugged on the chain linking the two clamps and Tilly sucked in her breath, a mix of pleasure and pain filling her face.

There was a small weight attached to the chain. Dylan let the chain go, and the weight pulled at her nipples.

Dylan pulled over a bar stool. “Lean over it.”

Tilly nibbled at her lower lip as she lay over the stool. Dylan grabbed her around the waist, lifting her so her legs were off the ground, her breasts dangling down, and the chain pulling at her nipples.

“Five then. You’ll count and ask me for another.”

“Yes, Sir.”

He lifted up her skirt, revealing lacy, red underwear. Dylan pulled them down below her tense butt cheeks.

Dylan rubbed his hand over bottom. “Relax,” he told her.

Tilly snorted softly. Derrick had to bite back a smile. Glancing over at Dylan, he saw his friend’s amusement. But none of it bled into Dylan’s voice.

“Something you want to say, sub?” he asked sternly.

“No, Sir,” she replied, taking a deep breath and releasing it.

Dylan smacked his hand down on one cheek with a loud crack.

“Ow. One, Sir. May I please have another?” she asked.

Her other butt cheek was given the same treatment. These weren’t light little love taps.

“Two, Sir. May I have another please?”

Dylan continued on. By the fifth smack, Tilly was just beginning to relax. Dylan helped her off the bar stool, holding her around the waist until she was steady.

With a gasp, she reached around and quickly pulled her panties up before yanking her skirt down.

Dylan leaned back and grabbed hold on an empty bar tray, handing it to her.

“Back to work, sub,” he said gruffly.

Tilly’s eyes widened, filled with shocked dismay. “I can’t walk around like this!”

Dylan narrowed his gaze. “Excuse me?” he growled.

Immediately, her gaze dropped, her submissive side kicking in. Derrick was surprised by her show of spunk; he’d have said she was too timid to speak out.

“I can’t walk around like this, Sir,” she muttered.