The Master Page 7

  And she would look even more breath-taking once her bottom sported the marks from his tawse. If this were a play spanking he would offer to warm her up first with his hand. But it was not. This was serious. This was about teaching a lesson and making it stick.

  “So, just to make sure we’re both clear, tell me again why this is happening, Jodie.”

  “Because I lost my bout with Tanya,” she sniffled.

  “Try again.”

  She hesitated for a few moments, as though considering her answer. “Because I could have won, but I didn’t.”

  “Better. Why didn’t you win?”

  “I… I was too slow. I missed chances.”

  “Very good. Why did you let that happen, Jodie? You’ve been trained to be fast, to seize every opportunity. You’re bloody good. The best. So, why?”

  “I don’t know. I’m sorry. If… if I could tell you I would. I want that Olympic place, truly I do and I’ll work for it, I swear…”

  “I know you will. If I thought anything else, you wouldn’t be here now. But next time, you’ll remember what happens if you put in anything less than your absolute best performance. Win or lose, you’ll give me nothing less, ever again.”

  “Yes, Sir. I promise.”

  “Are you ready?”

  “Yes. I think I—aaagh!”

  She jerked on the bed when the first stroke landed. Dylan cocked his head to admire his handiwork as she writhed, gasped for air, then settled again. Two thick red welts bloomed across her right buttock and she whimpered quietly into the duvet, which she clenched in her fists.

  “Tell me when you’re ready for the next one.”

  “I… I’m ready, Sir.”

  This time he landed the stroke on her left cheek. Jodie let out a shriek and kicked her feet up behind her. She was sobbing in earnest.

  “Keep your feet on the floor,” he instructed. “You can make as much noise as you like—my closest neighbours are two floors down—but you will keep your body still.”

  “Yes, Sir. Sorry. It was just—”

  “Ready to carry on?” He kept his tone cold, business-like. There would be ample time for aftercare later.

  “Yes. I’m ready.”

  The next two strokes were laid across the backs of her thighs. It would be days before she could sit in comfort again. She let out a high-pitched scream with each one, but she managed to stay in position. Despite today’s debacle, he was proud of her.

  “Last one. This will be across both buttocks and it will fucking sting.”

  She groaned and clenched her cheeks hard. The eight perfect red stripes he had already painted on her skin shifted as she moved, but he caught sight of the sheen of her juices clearly visible on her lower lips.

  “Open your legs, Jodie.”

  “Oh, please, no. Not there. It hurts…”

  He hardened his tone. “Do as you’re told. Show me your wet pussy.”

  Slowly, but surely, she spread her thighs.

  “Good girl. Now, lift up. I want to see how wet and horny you are, my sexy little subbie.”

  She did as he said, pushing up onto the balls of her feet and arching her back. He tilted his head to get a better view. Yes, she was fucking soaked.

  “If you take this last one without any fuss, I’ll fuck you afterwards.”

  “Th-thank you, Sir.”

  He swung the tawse again, taking care to land the blow on the upper curves of her bottom and not the delicate flesh of her pussy. Jodie howled in pain, or perhaps triumph. A decent beating had a way of scrambling a submissive’s responses so that pain and pleasure became mixed together. Dylan had no desire to disentangle them. He tossed the tawse onto the bed and leaned down to kiss Jodie between her shoulder blades.

  “You did well. It’s over.”

  She turned, half rolled onto her side, then thought better of it.

  “Can you forgive me, Sir? For what happened today?”

  “Of course. I already have. It’s done with. Over. We’ll talk about it in training, we need to ensure it doesn’t happen again. But between us, things are fine. A clean slate.”

  She smiled, the first genuinely contented smile he’d seen on her lips for days now. It was as though a weight had been lifted.

  “You promised… to fuck me. If I didn’t make a fuss. I tried to be quiet but—”

  “You screeched like a banshee, but that’s allowed. And a promise is a promise. Can you roll over or do you prefer to stay where you are?”

  Chapter Five

  Jodie gazed up at Dylan, his image blurred by her last remaining tears. On the one hand she wanted to be on her back so she could wrap her legs around him and see his face as he fucked her, but the mere thought of her punished bottom chafing against the sheets was enough to make her shudder. Her ass burned like it had been whipped with fire. There was no way she could cope with any additional sensation.

  “I’ll stay where I am.”

  Dylan’s grin held a sadistic gleam of satisfaction. “Okay. Stay where you are while I fetch some rope. I meant it when I said I wanted you tied to my bed when I fuck you. You’d better brace yourself, Jodie. It’ll be hard and rough.”

  Jodie shivered. He was playing with her mind, gearing her up for a ride that would claim her as his, and she couldn’t wait. She wanted him to bind her so she was helpless, to fuck her so hard that she screamed for mercy…

  “Kneel up then sit back on your heels. Good girl, now move farther up along the bed.”

  Dylan held up a length of rope, hemp by the look of it. Her experience with rope was limited, but she had seen some amazing Shibari demonstrations at Club Sin and had always wanted to try it. She positioned herself where Dylan wanted her, careful not to sit on her tender bottom. “Have you done a lot of rope work before?” she asked.

  “Enough to make sure a subbie can’t escape whatever torture I want to inflict on her. Now, give me your hands.”

  Dylan’s words sent another rush of heat to her pussy. He spoke like a dom, hard and uncompromising. She raised her arms then watched him bind her wrists while he slowly took away her ability to move them. The rope was scratchy and didn’t have any give. There would be no escaping this bondage and the knowledge thrilled her.

  “Now, lean forward so you’re facing down, and stay on your knees, bottom up. I want you exposed and ready for me.”

  She managed to shuffle forward then lower her upper body as Dylan had instructed. No sooner she was in position than Dylan then pulled some spare rope from the knot at her wrists and tied it to the wrought-iron headboard. “Just in case you have any thoughts about escaping,” he said with a chuckle.

  Jodie groaned in frustration. This was taking too long. It was almost as if he was deliberately taking his time to torment her.

  “Lift your ass higher, spread your legs, and let me see that wet pussy again,” ordered Dylan from behind her.

  By now Jodie was so horny she was ready to hump the fucking duvet. The temptation to tell him to get a move on was overwhelming, but her common sense reminded her that it wouldn’t be a good idea to be bratty. She had the distinct impression that Dylan was a dom who would never tolerate such attitude from his submissive. She assumed the position and waited.

  He strode back to stand at the top end of the bed so she could see him again. He had taken his shirt off, giving her another chance to ogle his muscular chest and now he was unzipping his fly. She watched in awe as he removed his trousers then his boxers. Her breath caught and her eyes widened as his enormous cock sprang out, hard and thick with little veins running along its length. He was so big that she wasn’t sure she could even accommodate him.

  “Good girl, I like to see you in such a submissive position, bent over and ready to take my cock.” He walked out of her line of vision as he spoke, toward the back of the bed again.

  Then the mattress dipped, and she almost cried with relief when a crinkly wrapper was ripped open. A few seconds later, he placed the tip of his cock in her slick fo
lds, circling it around, teasing her. She wiggled her bottom to try to hurry him. What the hell is taking him so long?

  “Your ass looks beautiful with my marks on it,” he said, his voice gruff. “I can’t wait to give you some more. Next time it will hopefully be a more pleasurable experience for both of us.”

  “Yes, Sir. You have my word that you won’t need to punish me again. Now, will you please fuck me?”

  He chuckled. “Impatient little sub, aren’t you?”

  Then, finally, he plunged in, making her gasp with the fullness of such a large intrusion. He seated himself deep inside her, stretching her and forcing her to take the whole length of him. She groaned as little darts of pleasure zinged through her body. “Oh, God,” she cried as he eased himself out, hovered just inside her entrance then drove back in again, harder, deeper than before. He grabbed a fistful of her hair, held her head in place, and started to pound into her like a primal warrior. Every thrust was brutal, verging on painful yet she wanted more… harder…

  He rammed into her with such force that the bedframe knocked against the wall, each bang reinforcing his ferocious onslaught. Her whole body felt alive, buzzing with endorphins that released her pent-up frustrations, especially when Dylan reached down with his free hand and found her hard, swollen clit. He pinched it, sending sharp bites of pain into her pot of swirling pleasure, making her cry out.

  “You like that?” groaned Dylan and pinched again. “You like a bit of pain while you’re being fucked?”

  “Yes, Sir,” she gasped, bucking against his hand. “I think I’m going to come soon.”

  “Don’t you dare come until I say you can.” He pinched her aching nub harder and she let out a strangled yelp. Then he rubbed her hot juices over it, soothing it, luring her into a false sense of security before squeezing again.

  He took her to the brink of release over and over, inflicting just the right amount of pain with each powerful thrust until she didn’t think she could hold on any longer. “Please, Sir,” she begged, “please…”

  “Okay, come now, Jodie,” he growled and slapped her ass so hard that she screamed.

  The agony from her spanking reignited and joined a wave of pleasure just as it crashed through her. “Oh… oh… oh,” she cried, yanking her bonds as she writhed beneath Dylan. Her body shook from the powerful explosion and when Dylan stiffened and came inside her, fresh waves of ecstasy tore through her, making the first orgasm roll straight into another one.

  Finally, Dylan slowed and pulled out of her, then kissed her neck and shoulders until she stopped shaking. She closed her eyes and savoured his hot lips as they nuzzled her, while she floated on a cloud of contentment. Time blurred and she didn’t snap out of her trance-like state until Dylan started to untie the rope. She smiled dreamily at the tingling sensation as the rope unravelled and was mesmerised by the marks it left on her skin.

  When she was free, Dylan climbed back into bed then drew her into his body and wrapped his arms around her. “Are you okay?” he asked, kissing the top of her head.

  “Mmm,” she murmured, “never better.”

  * * *

  Jodie awoke to a ray of bright sunshine bursting into the room as Dylan opened the blinds. With a groan, she squinted up at him. He was wearing shorts and a sports top. “Are you going for a run?” she croaked.

  “I’ve just got back.” He sat on the edge of the bed then kissed her.

  “What time is it?”

  “Eight o’clock. I let you have a lie-in.”

  She scowled. “You call that a lie-in?”

  He laughed and kissed her again. “Come on, get your backside out of bed and into the shower then I’ll make you some breakfast.”

  She dragged herself out with a sigh and stomped into Dylan’s bathroom. Her body ached and her ass stung. Curious, she turned her back to the mirror then looked over her shoulder to check for marks after last night’s punishment. She gasped as she stared at the angry red lines painted across her bottom and the backs of her thighs. Wow, she really had taken a proper beating. Fascinated, she reached back and ran her finger over one of the welts. She flinched when her touch stung, but it felt nice in an odd kind of way.

  “Do you like your marks?”

  Jodie jumped at Dylan’s voice then smiled and nodded. “Yeah, they’re sort of sexy, you know?”

  He nodded as he approached her. “Yes. Many submissives say it’s like wearing a badge of honour.” He traced his thumb over one of the welts, leaving a sexy burn in its wake. “Have you got any plans for today?”

  “Well, I was going to pop along to the gym, but that’s all.”

  “Take the day off. You need a break. Whatever happened yesterday is done, but I’m concerned that the pressure might be getting to you.”

  “No, really, I’m fine…”

  He put a finger over her lips and silenced her. “You’ve also got a very sore bottom that needs to heal before I spank you again, so I’ve decided that I’m taking you out for the day.”

  “Where?”

  “You’ll see. Now get in that shower before I add some more marks to that gorgeous ass of yours.” He tapped her lightly on her bottom then turned the shower on and let it run for a minute or so. “Come on, in you get,” he said, stepping under the steaming jet of water.

  She took his outreached hand and joined him. But as soon as the hot water splashed onto her bottom she yelped. “Ow, it bloody stings.”

  Dylan grinned, revealing a hint of the sadist from last night still lurking behind his eyes. “Oh, dear. Turn around.”

  She turned to face the shiny tiles then heard the squeeze of a bottle. Dylan shampooed her hair then, when it had all been rinsed away, he soaped her body, taking longer when he reached her tender backside. Despite the friction of his hand aggravating the sore welts, or maybe because of it, she was becoming aroused again. Heat built between her legs and her clit throbbed with the need to be touched. He nudged her to get her to turn around, then washed her chest, paying special attention to her breasts and hardening nipples.

  “Are they still sore?” he asked, pinching one between his fingers.

  “They are now, Sir,” she groaned as the pain zapped to her pussy.

  “Good.” He released it then worked his way down her stomach until he reached the apex of her thighs. “Spread your legs,” he ordered and slapped her ass.

  She jumped as another sharp pain seared through her skin, but she obeyed immediately and was rewarded when his hand slid along her folds. Then he thrust two fingers inside her and fucked her with them while he rubbed her clit with his other hand.

  “You’re so wet for me. You can come when you want.”

  He took her other nipple in his mouth and grazed it between his teeth, making her stand on tiptoe to escape his bite. The combination of sensations escalated faster than Jodie could have anticipated and suddenly she was on a precipice, ready to fall off the edge at any minute. The pain on her nipples, his fingers jamming into her pussy, and her clit swelling against his persistent touch all came together in an intense orgasm that tore through her quivering body. She finally fell into Dylan’s arms, resting her head on his chest as water cascaded over them both.

  “Thank you, Sir,” she murmured when her legs stopped shaking. “Now I get to wash you.” She picked up the bottle of shower gel and squeezed a dollop into her palm then smeared it over his chest and shoulders, over the corded muscles she had once admired from a distance then down over his toned stomach until she reached his cock. It was already hard, but she could make it harder still. She gripped it then massaged the soap over the tip, down the length, and around his balls until it grew longer and thicker. “Fuck,” he groaned. “Now look what you’ve done, you little minx. I suppose you’d better get on your knees and finish what you started.”

  She grinned, licking her lips. “Yes, Sir.” She dropped to her knees and turned her face upward, intending to tease him with a smirk, but got a face full of water instead. Spluttering, she wi
ped her eyes, ignoring Dylan’s chuckle. Then she focused on his cock, bobbing directly in front of her face. Oh, yeah, she was finally going to get to taste Master Dylan’s cock. She wrapped her lips around the large bulbous tip then sucked him in as far as she could. He allowed her time to adjust to his length then pushed a little farther in until he reached the back of her throat. She gagged and he pulled out, giving her time to recover then he pushed back in, farther than before while gripping the sides of her head.

  “I’m going to fuck your mouth now, Jodie. I expect you to swallow my cum.”

  It wasn’t a request. His hands tightened on her head then he thrust back into her mouth and fucked it as if it were her pussy, forcing her to take the full length of him. He took away all the control she had always taken for granted when giving blowjobs and she was shocked at how much it turned her on. When his shaft thickened she groaned with excitement. Oh, God, he was going to come. Could she swallow it all? She’d damn well try her best. Nothing mattered more at that moment than pleasing Dylan. When the first spurt of cum hit the back of her throat, she almost came again herself as he pumped his seed into her mouth while she swallowed it down as fast as she could. She was lightheaded with the joy of such complete surrender—on her knees with Dylan’s cock still in her mouth while she sucked the last drops of cum down so it wouldn’t get washed away when she released him.

  * * *

  “Are we going to Brighton?” asked Jodie when Dylan turned off the M25 onto the M23.

  “Yep. Have you been there?”

  “Yes, but it was years ago.”

  She wiggled to take some of the pressure off the sensitive area on her sit spots, but that just aggravated the bruises on her buttocks. There was no escaping the aftereffects of her punishment and, in a way, she was glad.

  Dylan glanced at her and grinned. “Comfortable?”

  She gave him a cool nod. “Yes, Sir.” She was in no doubt that that was exactly what he’d intended.

  She closed her eyes and smiled to herself. She had never met a dom like Dylan before. Compared to the lightweights she had played with at the club in the past, he was in a different league. A real dom. She wouldn’t have taken a punishment like she had done last night from just anyone. Dylan had a quiet confidence in the control he exerted that made her submission easy. He had decided she needed to be disciplined and he’d been right. She’d deserved that spanking. Not only because she had deliberately lost the competition, she’d also lied to him afterwards. She hated herself for that and she hated George Hartwell even more. At least it was over. Hopefully Mr. Hartwell would leave her alone now. Her jaw tightened at the thought of her sponsor. Why had he wanted her to lose that match? What could he possibly have stood to gain?