Saxon's Soul (Haven, Texas 5)

“Yes, I wondered if you could take care of a discipline issue for me.”

Elizabeth gasped. “Master Saxon—”

“Quiet, sub,” Jardin said sharply. “You weren’t given permission to speak and you should know better than to interrupt a Dom when he’s talking.”

Yes, she definitely didn’t want his attention on her.

“I need to take a step back from disciplining unattached subs, and this one, in particular, needs someone else to attend to her. I know you took on the role of punisher in your last club would you be interested in a job like that again?”

“I would be happy to,” Jardin replied smoothly.

Holy shit, that smoke and ashes voice was scary.

“Good. Then I can get back to the scene with my sub.”

Suddenly she felt eyes on her. It was all she could do not to look up.

“A very beautiful sub you have there,” Jardin told him.

“Thank you,” Saxon replied.

“Sub, rise,” Jardin commanded. “You’re going to spend some time in the stocks.”

She sensed someone move close by, felt a hand touch the nape of her neck, and jumped.

“Easy, pet. You can rise now. I can see a spanking bench is free.”

Eek. Nerves had her feeling a little nauseous, but she rose. Her gaze moved to the stocks where Jardin was securing Elizabeth. The sub wore a corset and short skirt similar to hers and when she bent over, the tight skirt rode right up her ass, leaving her exposed. Jardin secured her ankles with the leather cuffs secured to the floor. Her legs were spread and everything was on display.

“Girl, you’re going to regret your poor choices tonight. If you wished to talk to Master Saxon, you know what you should have done. Instead you interrupted another scene in order to get your own way. Th

at is completely unacceptable.”

“I’m sorry,” Elizabeth replied. Rather sulkily and without much remorse.

“Not yet, but you will be.” Jardin pulled his hand back and started to spank the other woman.

Saxon wrapped his hand around the nape of her neck and drew her away. “Come, pet.”

“Sir?”

“Yes?”

“What will he do to her?”

“Whatever he wishes. She broke the club rules. Her choices are to accept a punishment or be kicked out.”

Wow. That was harsh. “Wh-what if you break the rules by mistake?”

He turned her towards him, cupped her chin to raise her face and brushed away a lock of hair that had fallen across her cheek. “What is your one rule for tonight?”

“To do what you tell me to do.”

“If you do that you have nothing to worry about. Besides, you are very different from Elizabeth. She’s a taker. She is all about her own needs and pleasure. You, on the other hand, like to please. You don’t have a manipulative bone in your body.” He ran a thumb over her lip. “And if you do misbehave you can be very sure it will be me punishing you.”

She shuddered and glanced back at Jardin. “Good.”

He threw back his head and laughed.