Christmas Pet

“No, pet. Not tonight. You’re getting dressed, and we’re leaving. We’ll go back to my apartment to sleep and nothing more.”

I pouted. “But I’m all turned on.” I ran my hands up the front of my body and untied the red bow. “The lingerie felt delicious against my skin. Having you watch left me horny and wet.”

In a flash of movement, he smacked my ass. Hard. “Get dressed now.”Chapter Sixteen - JamesKeeping my hands to myself had been an endurance test. One I deserved a gold medal for.

During the flight to Vermont, I’d also managed to keep my hands to myself. Now, I shook with desire, and my balls were high and tight.

Not fucking her on the podium at Melanie’s place resulted in me going home and jerking off twice, but it hadn’t sated me. If we’d slept in the same bed last night, I wouldn’t have been able to resist.

Tonight, I would fuck her into oblivion. Tonight, I would do what I wanted, when I wanted, and how I wanted. No one would judge or question anything. There was no one to network with and no one to avoid. It was all about us. Tonight, her training would begin in earnest.

Caleb, an old college friend, the owner of New England’s Bound club, had arranged what I needed.

Once the plane had landed and come to a standstill, I helped Pearl down the steps and into a waiting car.

“Are you going to touch me or talk to me now?” she asked.

I laughed. “Are you mad at me, pet?”

“Not mad. I don’t understand the silent treatment or why you won’t come near me. I feel like I’ve done something wrong, but I know I haven’t.”

I pulled her close and placed a kiss on her head. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I’ve been wrong to neglect you, but I want tonight to be something you’ll never forget. Something neither of us will ever forget.”

Her wide, sincere eyes met mine. “No matter what, sir, I think it’s something I’ll remember for the rest of my life.” She stroked her fingertips up and down my thigh, her movements not hiding what she wanted. “How long to the cabin?”

I sighed and swallowed down my impatience, the throb in my crotch becoming unbearable. “Less than thirty minutes. This airstrip belongs to my friend Caleb.”

“Of course it does.” The corners of her mouth twitched, and I felt the throb intensify. I wouldn’t be able to hold back much longer. “Tell me more about the party. What should I expect?”

“It’s exclusive and invite-only. Only about ten dominants and their submissives. You don’t have to worry about a thing. Everyone is respectful of everyone else. Some dominants may ask permission to play with you.”

Pearl sat straight up and yanked her hand back. “No. I don’t want anyone else to touch me.”

“That’s fine, pet. I don’t want anyone touching you either. You’re mine and only mine.

I could see the tension leak out of her body. “What should I wear?”

“Wear the plaid corset and matching panties with red shoes and wear your hair down.”

“What will you wear? Something Christmassy too? An ugly sweater, perhaps?”

I grinned down at her teasing face. “A T-shirt and black jeans.”

“I get to wear next to nothing while you get to wear jeans and a T-shirt. That isn’t fair.”

I grabbed her chin and forced her to look at me. “Sassy today, aren’t you?”

“I’ve never met any of these people in my life, but you expect me to flounce around like a half-naked Christmas Elf in front of them.”

I leaned closer. “You’ve pushed me a lot this week, pet. There’s only so much I can let you get away with. It’s time for you to receive the punishment I’ve been holding off on.”Chapter Seventeen - PearlJames dragged me across his knees, but I struggled to getaway. He would not smack my butt in the back of the car.

“Pet, if you don’t stop, this will be worse than you can imagine. If you want to be able to sit the rest of the weekend, do as I ask. Stay still. Don’t move. And accept your punishment.”

“This isn’t fair, sir.”

“What’s not fair about it? You know the rules, but you push and push and push.”

He pulled down my leggings, and because I wore a thong, my ass cheeks were ready and waiting.

“Ten swats should do it.”

“Ten. No—”

Thwack.

I whimpered but didn’t cry out. I didn’t want another ten added. He smacked his hand against my other butt cheek, and surprisingly arousal gushed from me, and my nipples brushed against the cups of my bra. My whimpers of pain turned into moans of ecstasy, and I lifted my ass up, asking for more.

He alternated between massaging and smacking. My skin smarted and stung, but pleasure rushed through me. I secretly loved being punished, but sitting later would smart. I would have to stand for most of the day.