Ryan Tomasi feels like a failure. His marriage is officially over; the ink dried on the divorce decree. His friend Jack introduces him to BDSM and he agrees to attend a Halloween party at a club. A submissive approaches him, offering herself, and how can he refuse the kneeling beauty? They do a whirlwind scene and Ryan is addicted—both to dominance and to her.
Lisette Rinaldo is returning to the BDSM club for the first time since ending a bad relationship with her former master.
She spots Ryan and is taken by the combination of self-assurance and nervousness the man displays as he takes in his surroundings. And after he gives her an incredible re-introduction to the lifestyle, she knows she needs to see the man again.
Ryan and Lisette explore each other and the lifestyle, but what started out as playtime quickly evolves into something more. The problem? Ryan isn’t ready to get serious again and Lisette doesn’t want to fall in love with a guy who can’t give all of himself to her. Both of them are going to have to break out of the bonds holding them back from happiness.
Publisher: Loose Id
ePublish date: 12/11/2012
Word count: 47,250
Genre: BDSM Contemporary
Lisette squirmed under his scrutiny. For a self-confessed novice Dom, he had the look down, that was for damn sure. “Can I say one thing not related to our current discussion, sir?”
Both eyebrows rose. “Of course.”
“You’re really good at that whole ‘staring a sub down’ thing.”
Ryan threw back his head and laughed. “I’m a professor. That’s the same look I use with wayward students.”
“A professor, huh?”
He grinned, and Lisette was sure she was going to leave a wet spot on her harem pants if he kept that up. Woo boy.
What would it be like to be bent over his knee right in his classroom as he applied his large hand or a ruler to her bared ass? Would he do it in front of the rest of the students? Would he make her stand in the corner with her spanked ass on display afterward? Her pussy flooded, and she shifted.
His tone snapped her back to reality. “I apologize, sir.”
“We might have to work on that tendency to let your attention wander.”
“Yes, sir.” She nodded quickly.
“I asked you what you needed from tonight. I don’t like repeating myself.”
“I like to be spanked, sir. I haven’t been in a while, and I need one.”
“And how hard do you like to be spanked? I’m sorry if I’m asking a lot of questions, but as I said, I’m new to this, and I don’t want to hurt you.”
Risking censure, she reached up to touch his arm before pulling away. “It’s fine. I’d rather you asked the questions than muddled along, feeling uncomfortable. As far as how hard?” She shrugged. “You can spank me to tears. Like I said, I do like some pain.” She chewed the inside of her cheek, trying to decide if she wanted to admit what she was thinking. Deciding it was better to be honest with Ryan, she asked, “Would you like me to tell you what I was thinking about a little while ago when my attention wandered, sir?”
He reached up and brushed a strand of hair away from her face. “Sure.”
The words came out in a rush. “I was imagining being in your class, and you calling me out of my chair. You make me come to the front of the class and get over your knee. You bare my ass, even though there are other students there, and then pick up a ruler and start to spank me.”
Ryan grinned. “Lucky for you, I have a ruler paddle. Bought it on kind of a lark because it looked cool.”
Taking it out of his toy bag, he showed it to her. It was long and narrow like a ruler, but with rounded edges and a handle. The wood was a dark red, just as she’d imagine a sub’s ass might be after a good dose of the wicked implement, and highly polished. She’d never been spanked with one before and couldn’t wait to see how it felt on her ass if he decided to use it tonight. The narrowness would concentrate the pain, but the length would ensure her entire bottom felt every stroke.
He indicated the public play area. “And my friend is finishing up with the spanking bench. All set?”
If she’d thought he did Dom well before, she was sure of it now. His entire body straightened as he rose and glared down at her. “Did you forget to bring in your completed paper again, young lady?”
“Yes, sir,” she answered, trying not to smile. She’d done some role-play in the past, but for some reason, the idea of it with Ryan fascinated her, probably because he actually was a professor. In a lot of ways, it wasn’t even role-playing for him, but if he was willing to indulge her, she could probably come up with dozens of naughty-student scenarios.
“Mind wandering again too, I see. You’ll need to be punished severely. I can’t have you disrupting class. Get up and go over to the bench.”
With a nod, she rose and walked over to where his friend and his now well-spanked and fucked submissive stood. The sub leaned heavily on her Dom, who turned to Ryan.
“You all set?”
“Yeah, we’re just going to do a simple scene.”
“I’ll be right on that same couch if you need me.” Slapping Ryan on the back, he continued. “Have fun.”
Ryan turned back to her, and she could swear he’d grown several inches since she’d first stood next to him. He pointed to the spanking bench.
“Clean it off, and then bend over the desk here. It’s about time you paid for your insolence. It’s either this or a failing grade.”
“I can’t fail, sir. I’ll take whatever punishment you feel is necessary,” Lisette said as she did his bidding and wiped down the equipment.
“Yes, you will.”
After she settled herself over the spanking bench, he buckled her in until she could only move a slight bit in each direction. Her entire soul reached out to this man, instinctively knowing, no matter how new he was, that he could give her what she needed. It had been months since she’d had a good spanking, and she’d come here tonight, hoping and praying she’d find someone compatible.
It had been a year since she’d broken things off with her last Dom. Only in the past few weeks had she felt the urge to submit to a man. Master Taz had made her so gun-shy, she hadn’t even considered coming here for months. But vanilla dating just wasn’t cutting it anymore.
She noticed he tested the cuffs on her wrists for fit. When he reached her ankles, the last of the various buckles to attend to, he asked, “Which ankle did you sprain?”
“My left, sir.”
“Do you want me to leave it uncuffed?”
“No, sir, I want to be completely immobilized.”
“As you wish.”