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  When the first was in place, he offered her the second.

  As she worked it into place, he said, “Stop.”

  She froze and glanced up, puzzled. “Sir?”

  “How’s your pussy?”

  “I’m not sure I understand the question, Sir.”

  “Are you wet, Alani? Is the pain turning you on? Spread your legs.”

  As soon as she did, he placed a hand between her legs and stroked her clit before delving into her pussy. “You’re damp, sub.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “You’re enjoying this?”

  She nodded.

  “Would you like to continue?”

  A little less talk would be perfect. “Yes, Sir.”

  He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. Despite herself, she turned her face into his hand. He stroked her cheekbone with his index finger. For a moment, it was just the two of them.

  “You delight me.” Then, to the audience, he continued, “Throughout a scene, check in with your submissive. He or she has placed a lot of trust in you. Don’t abuse it. It’s okay to cause some distress, but help your sub manage his or her pain. And it’s your obligation to ensure the situation never gets out of control. Doms, that’s your obligation. Alani, continue.”

  When she was finished, she clenched and unclenched her fists four times before saying, “Thank you, Sir.”

  He gathered the chain and twisted it around his hand.

  She moved toward him, seeking to lessen the bite.

  “As lovely as you look like that, with the weight pulling your nipples and you on your tiptoes to try to control the situation, I want our audience to have another view. Please get on all fours, my beautiful sub.”

  She lowered herself gingerly.

  As she did, he continued the lesson. “Beware of strong-willed subs, and take immediate action to correct their attempt to top from the bottom. If you notice, as I tugged, she rose onto her toes. There are times I may try to pull her onto her toes because I like the way her body looks, but this little subbie was trying to mitigate the amount of pain she was receiving. Isn’t that correct, Alani?”

  Does nothing get by him? A hot blush seared her face. “Yes, Sir.”

  He moved behind her. “Your tits are fabulous, Alani. Do you agree?” he asked the audience.

  Cheers and applause came from the unseen crowd.

  “Now…”

  He smacked her ass with his open hand. She jerked and moved, and the chain swayed painfully, making her miserable. She thanked him again and again as he spanked her.

  “Now, subbie, what do you have to say?”

  He’d hit her no fewer than ten times, jarring her, the weighted clamps tightening on her abused nipples. “Thank you for teaching me a valuable lesson, Sir.”

  “You’re very welcome. Now stand. Turn your back to our guests. Spread your legs as far apart as you can, then grab your ankles.”

  Maybe she was a masochist, but he sure as hell had a streak of sadism. The position drew her breasts downward, but mindful that he was watching every move, she followed his directions as an experienced submissive.

  “Your ass is red from your spanking, sub.”

  “Yes, Sir. Thank you.” She was certain her breasts were being pulled all the way to the floor. She tried to stay as still as possible, as every movement aggravated her.

  “Now, reach back. Move your thong aside and hold it out of way, then part your buttocks.”

  Even though she was an exhibitionist, his request was a difficult one.

  “I’ll take mercy on you, sub, and give you a finger first.”

  “Thank you, Sir.” She meant it. He could have just shoved the plug up there.

  “Spread your cheeks farther.”

  He nudged her to turn so that her rear was away from the gathered people.

  He pressed a lubed fingertip against her anal whorl and sensation buried her. Pain radiated through her breasts. Her ass cheeks were tender from this evening’s two impromptu spankings. And now this… The unrelenting pressure overwhelmed her.

  “Relax,” he coached.

  Easy for you to say.

  He pinched her right thigh. That distracted her long enough for him to insert his finger to the hilt. He finger-fucked her several times before sliding in a second finger.

  “Ready?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Ask me, Alani.”

  Even though she didn’t care for the plug, she responded right away, “Oh, Sir, please insert the plug in my ass.”

  “Since you asked so nicely.”

  He left her for a moment. In her peripheral vision, she saw the beautiful stainless-steel plug, tipped with radiant jewels that sparkled beneath the lights.

  He exerted enough pressure to insert the plug in a single thrust. The cold metal settled into her anal cavity and the shock of it stole her breath.

  She shuddered.

  “Manners?” he prompted as he cleaned his hands with sanitary wipes.

  “Thank you, Sir.”

  “You may stand.”

  Her legs shaky, and her motions delicate so that she moved as little as possible, she did.

  “Let’s get you on the cross, Alani.”

  This part was as familiar as it was welcome.

  When she stood in front of it, she spread her legs wide then lifted her arms and remained still while he secured her to the structure.

  Most Doms were anxious to get her tied up and to beat her. He prolonged everything. There wasn’t a nerve ending that wasn’t on edge. Every movement made her breasts hurt.

  This man knew how to make her submit.

  He stood in front of her so that she looked him in the eye. “Pull back,” he told her.

  She tugged to test the bonds. “That’s as far as it’s possible, Sir.”

  “Good. Good. How are you doing? Is anything uncomfortable?”

  “I’m fine, Sir. I’m stretched pretty far, but it’s nothing unbearable.”

  “Do keep that in mind,” he told their audience. “When you’re working with someone like Alani who is petite, using a cross or spanking bench can be challenging, even dangerous. Think through everything. Keep your mind on your sub and not your own desires.”

  He turned his attention back to her. Alani couldn’t think of anything she liked more. She wanted to be alone with him, to touch him, to have him fuck her hard and deep. She took a couple of breaths, trying to remain present.

  “Are you aroused, my perfect little sub?”

  She closed her eyes. “Yes, Sir.”

  “Speak up so the class can hear you.”

  “Yes, Master Nathaniel. My pussy is wet.”

  “Good. Open your eyes. I want you aware of everything that’s happening here.”

  She did.

  “Subs oftentimes get lost in their own minds. It’s up to you, the Dom, to either allow them to surrender to the sensations or to keep them present. Many subs depend on the sound of your voice to keep them grounded. Of course, you can go back and forth. Just be deliberate in what you do.”

  He moved in front of her again. He tugged on the chain hanging from her breasts then trailed his palm down her body. He made a fist then extended two fingers. “Where are these going, Alani?”

  Since her ass was full and his hand was below her waist, she made a guess. “In my vagina, Sir?”

  “Let’s be a little more direct. Where are these fingers going, Alani?”

  “In my cunt, Sir?”

  “Correct.”

  She jerked as he penetrated her. God, she wanted a release, wanted him. This, this was the experience she’d wanted her whole life.

  “You’re hot, sub.”

  “Yes, Sir. I’m wet for you.”

  Exerting a bit of pressure, he pulled her just a bit closer to him. His bondage was exquisite, restricting her movements.

  “What do you want, sub?”

  She wanted him to yank on her chain, beat her back, buttocks, and thighs mercilessly, press t
hat damnable finger against her G-spot and give her a screaming orgasm. Instead she said, “Whatever pleases Sir.”

  Several people clapped.

  As much as she was able, she ground herself against his hand.

  “You’re not being very submissive, Alani.”

  She sagged against her bonds. “Sorry, Sir.”

  “You will come when I say you can come, and only when I say you can come. Do not try to steal an orgasm from me.”

  She hung her head. “Sorry, Sir.”

  He continued to manipulate her with his hand, inserting one, then two, then three fingers, stretching her and pressing against her G-spot. He feathered his thumb pad across her clit.

  In reaction, she clenched her body.

  She surrendered to the bonds, letting them take her entire weight. As her muscles loosened, the rigid plug shifted inside her. She was coming undone from the inside out.

  Her legs trembled with the agony of trying to hold back her orgasm.

  “Look at me.”

  She did.

  “Do not come.” The order was clipped, the tone unrelenting, but his green eyes offered reassurance, reminded her of their connection, gave her strength.

  For him, she’d do anything.

  He continued those maddening, precise motions. The man knew what he was demanding from her, how difficult his order was, what an impossible situation she was in. She hungered to obey, desperate to fight it off, yet his words and tone caused the first tendrils to unfurl. Helpless, she squeezed her eyes shut. “Sir…”

  “Do you need to come, my sub?”

  My sub. The words, his words, echoed. They were fucking heady, delicious. “Master Nathaniel, I’m begging you. Please.”

  Abruptly he pulled away his hand.

  She choked out a sob and shrank back. Her body ached, and her clit burned.

  “You’re pleasing me, Alani. Very much.” He kept his voice low, soothing. It almost sent her into a hypnotic trance. As much as she wanted release, she wanted to make him happy. The paradox perplexed her.

  “How does the plug feel inside your hot little ass?”

  His words made her clench the plug. “I’m full, Sir.”

  “For me.”

  Yes. Their gazes locked.

  “You’re so fucking perfect.”

  They breathed in unison. For her this was more than a public scene. It was supplication.

  A few seconds later, he shook his head. “Focus on me. Only me.”

  She couldn’t do anything else. For now, he was her world.

  “How are your nipples?”

  “Fine, Sir.”

  He nodded. “It’s not a good idea for subs to wear nipple clamps for an extended period of time. There are certain kinds that are for decorative purposes, and your sub can wear those for hours. There’s nothing like pretty tit jewels. Even for our male subs. Maybe especially for our male subs, if you want him to look pretty for you.”

  “Good idea,” a woman shouted. “I’ll get Burt a pair. Pink roses.”

  People laughed at poor Burt’s expense.

  Master Nathaniel knelt in front of Alani. Before she figured out what he intended, he’d spread her thighs with his large, work-roughened hands and leaned in to lick her pussy. He sucked her clit into his mouth. The pressure was too much… Instead of incredible pleasure, it was pain.

  But when he released her, she yelped, refocusing so that she didn’t come.

  Her pussy was drenched. Her ass throbbed.

  “Oftentimes,” he said, standing to address their audience, “we’ve trained our submissives to answer questions a certain way. For example, we may ask a sub if she prefers a spanking or a paddling. And our sub will say, ‘Whatever you want, Sir’. But there are times we truly want to know their preferences. After all, Dominance and submission are both give and take.”

  She heard murmurs of assent.

  Her tall, dark Dom moved in front of her and captured her gaze. “What do you want me to do to you, Alani? And answer the question.”

  “Please, Sir, please. Beat me.”

  Chapter Five

  Nathaniel wanted nothing more.

  Even though he’d prefer they were someplace quiet and intimate where it was just the two of them for hours, he would take any opportunity to play with Alani. Back when they’d first opened Limits and he’d led demonstrations, the connection with the other subs had been superficial. With Alani, there was a connection that transcended employer and employee.

  She hurt, no doubt about it, but when he’d placed his hand between her legs, he’d been delighted by how wet she was. He’d expected her to be damp, but the amount of moisture had surprised him. For her, like him, this was no act.

  She appealed to the baser side of his nature. In fact, she brought it out. Around her, his primal urges flared. Problem was, if he weren’t careful, he would fist his hand in her glorious mane of hair, drag her back to his home and never let her go.

  Realizing that the silence in the room had grown, he shook his head.

  “Would it be easier for you if you were gagged?” he asked.

  “If it’s Sir’s pleasure.”

  “It’s my preference to hear your moans and screams.”

  A few people cheered. Voyeurs and sadists alike.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Keep in mind, if you gag a sub and you generally play with a safe word, you need to let your sub choose a safe signal. A sub who is freaking out on the cross will never get into the right mindset,” he said, remembering this was a class. “You’re okay, Alani?”

  “Yes, Sir, I’m fine.”

  He almost heard what was unsaid. Just get on with it already.

  That was what he wanted too. They were scheduled to appear for a full hour. And he needed to make sure the class lasted a bit longer.

  When he’d agreed to do the public scene with Alani, he hadn’t intended to send her to subspace. Now, there was nothing he wanted more. “Before we get started, I’d be remiss if we didn’t discuss aftercare. Not all subs think they need it. In fact, not all Doms believe it’s necessary. You need to find what works best for your individual relationship. But you do need to have some sort of connection when the scene is over.” What he’d told her earlier had been true. Last night had affected him, too. “Discussion is often appropriate,” he said. “Taking care of welts can be erotic and satisfying. You’ll want to make sure your sub is warm, especially if he or she got sweaty—”

  He was interrupted by raucous cheers. He continued, “Consider offering them a drink of water to prevent dehydration. This is true, even if your sub is being punished and even if you’re going directly on to another punishment.”

  He crouched behind Alani and vigorously rubbed her skin, starting with her calves and moving up across her legs, her buttocks and even her back and shoulders. “Use caution when flogging the back, and brush up on anatomy, if needed. Avoid causing damage to internal organs. No one will excuse your lack of education on this.”

  The chain that connected her clamps jangled, and she moaned softly.

  He swept her hair between his hands and moved the glorious length to one side. He couldn’t wait for it to trail across his naked body as she sucked him off.

  Nathaniel gritted his teeth. This was a demonstration. He couldn’t just unfasten her bindings, force her to her knees, and shove his dick down her throat, even if he wanted to do exactly that.

  He grabbed the flogger from the side table. He flicked his wrist a few times, making certain the leather strands responded as he expected. This wasn’t the most brutal flogger he owned, and he understood her skepticism about its bite. Its strands were fairly thick, and it delivered more of a thuddy pain than a sharp one. But he intended to use it all over her body, and she was already in anguish from the bite of the clamps.

  He noticed that she gripped the cross tightly, so he started slowly so that she could relax. “If you’ll notice, as Alani becomes accustomed to the feel, I’ll hit harder. Even if y
our sub is being punished, easing into it will allow him or her to take more.” There were times, though, like when he had her over his knee, where a few quick slaps were the most effective punishment, not to mention satisfying. Hearing her yelps and seeing her squirm was its own reward.

  Unlike some Doms, he believed in exploiting the whole body.

  He gently whipped her—legs, buttocks, back, shoulders.

  As if in a trance, she continually murmured her thanks.

  Her body relaxed more, and he began to increase the frequency and the strength of the blows. “How are you doing, Alani?”

  She didn’t answer.

  “Alani!”

  “Sir?”

  “How are you doing?”

  “It’s delicious. Sir.”

  He rained the leather straps on her body. She jerked and convulsed.

  Before he sent her completely deep inside her mind, he moved in front of her. A slight smile curved her lips. “Open your eyes.” The serenity on her face mesmerized him. Painslut was right.

  If it had just been the two of them, he’d have continued the beating he’d started. But he wanted to demonstrate one more thing. “I’m going to whip your breasts, Alani.”

  She winced, almost imperceptibly. If he hadn’t been paying attention, he would have missed it.

  But gamely, like the perfect little sub—his perfect little sub—she said, “Yes, Sir. Please whip my breasts, Sir.”

  He stepped back, far enough to wield the flogger with great accuracy.

  He caught the tops of her beautiful breasts with all the strands. She gasped.

  “More?”

  “Please, Sir.”

  With each hit, the clamps jerked and tugged.

  She drank in quick bursts of air.

  “Surrender to it, Alani,” he encouraged. “Quit fighting the pain.”

  The audience had fallen silent.

  The only sounds were from the leather striking flesh, the metal jangle of the clamps and her labored breathing.

  He continued to flog her. She closed her eyes, and her head drifted before coming to rest on her right shoulder. In ceasing her struggles, she’d given him what he’d asked for—her surrender.