More than a Dare (Masters Club 4)

This time she didn’t hesitate. “Yes, Sir. Please, Sir.”

Delight and triumph sent a rush of heat directly to his cock. The hypnotic sound of his palm striking her flesh coupled with her sexy, breathy little cries spurred him on. Her ass was turning a lovely shade of crimson.

He paused a moment to play with her hot little cunt, which was now sopping wet—an excellent sign. After teasing her for a few seconds, he returned his attention to her spanking. She seemed especially responsive when he struck her where her thigh met the swell of her ass. Her breathy cries deepened into sensual moans.

Thrilled, he smacked her harder, a real spanking now, the crack of his palm ringing in the air. She yelped, jerking against him as her hands flew to her bottom.

“Hey,” he chuckled, gently bringing her hands back to her sides. “That’s against the rules, Dahlia. No covering up.”

“But it hurts,” she cried. Her protests were belied by her wet cunt.

“It’s supposed to, sexy girl. Are you calling it quits? Or do you have the courage to continue?”

She hesitated a moment but then said, “Continue…Sir.”

But, after only three more serious swats, she cried out, “Ouch, ouch, ouch! Rosebud!”

Hayden stopped at once, disappointed but not really surprised. It was, after all, her first experience with erotic pain. Hopefully, she was just suffering from first-time nerves.

“You did good for your first time out.” He gave her bottom a little pat. It was nice and hot to the touch. “I have a salve that will take away some of the sting.”

She twisted her head back to look at him, her eyebrows drawn together, her mouth tugging down in a frown. “Damn it. I didn’t mean to use my safeword. That just came out. I got scared.”

Hayden nodded. “I get it. You’re moving out of your comfort zone. I know you approach everything as a challenge, so let me assure you, you definitely rose to this one. You did well for your first time.”

She looked at once skeptical and hopeful. “I did?”

He laughed. “You did. Now, scoot over to the mattress so I can give you some aftercare.” He shifted so she could slide easily from his lap to the bed. Getting to his feet, he reached into his nightstand drawer and took out the small jar of special salve he’d developed exclusively for use at the Masters Club.

Doms and subs alike had told him he should patent and sell the product, and maybe he would someday. But for now, he scooped some of the medicated lotion onto his fingers. He sat on the bed beside her and gently massaged the salve into Dahlia’s heated skin.

“That feels good.” She turned her head so she was facing him as he worked. Her lips lifted into a sly smile. “Here I am, naked in your bed, and you’re fully clothed. What’s that about?”

Ignoring, for the moment, her speaking out of turn, he replied instead, “Do you want me to get naked?”

“Yes, please, Sir,” she replied so promptly he had to smile. “I would like that very much.”

Hayden rose to his feet and slowly removed his clothes. He stood before her, waiting for the inevitable reaction, one he was well used to by now. His shaft was long and thick. Contrary to what other men thought, this wasn’t always a good thing. He had to be careful with penetration, and his size sometimes made deepthroating difficult, even for the best trained subs at the club.

As he’d expected, Dahlia’s eyes widened as she took in his naked body. “Yikes,” she said with mock horror, bringing her hands theatrically to her chest. “You missed your true calling, Doctor. You could have been a porn star.”

He shrugged. “Pure genetic happenstance.” He arched a brow. “I don’t recall giving you permission to speak, young lady.”

“Oh,” she blurted, coloring. “Sorry, uh, Sir.”

“Apology accepted, but consider that a warning. Next time you speak without first getting permission, you’ll be punished.”

Her color deepened. “Yes, Sir,” she said in a small voice.

She was so damn sexy. Just the thought of plunging his throbbing cock into her hot cunt nearly made him lose control. But not quite. He absolutely wanted to fuck her, make no mistake.

But first, she would have to earn it.

~*~

“You did well with your introduction to erotic pain. Now I want to test your obedience.”

Dahlia was both thrilled and apprehensive about the marked change in Hayden’s demeanor since the moment he’d swiveled on the barstool to face her. Gone was the easy, sexy banter that had characterized their work flirtation and even, to a certain degree, her audition for the party. It was hard to reconcile the two sides of Hayden’s personality.

But then again, wasn’t she the same, only in reverse? While it went against her intellectual grain to address an equal as Sir and speak only with permission, it thrilled the submissive lurking in her soul.