part0012

N ayla really was adorable, Landon thought as he watched her pick at a muffin almost as big as her coppery, tousled head. “Is that all you’re having for breakfast?” he said reprovingly.

“And the latte,” she said. “I don’t usually breakfast at all when I’m at home. I get into the office early and then just wait until lunchtime.”

Landon clicked his tongue. “That would be your first rule then. A good, healthy breakfast every day.”

Brat , Landon found himself thinking. “And you can’t just drink coffee all the time, either. You need to drink water.”

“—in coffee, I know,” he finished her sentence and rolled his eyes. “Tell me, have you ever had rules before?”

She thought for a moment, shoving a stray curl off her face. “Not everyday things like that, no. I mean, I’ve had play rules. No coming without permission, don’t wear panties to dinner, that kind of thing. But I kind of see myself more as a bedroom submissive. I’ve never had a D/s relationship long enough to explore otherwise, and besides, I have a crazy work schedule at home. I wouldn’t know when to cram in a whole bunch of stuff like—”

“—eating properly and staying hydrated?” Landon lowered his brows and gave her his sternest look.

She reacted with an exaggerated eye roll. “Fine. If you want me to do that while I’m here, we can try it.”

“Good.” Filling a glass with some water out of the jug on the table, he pushed it toward her. “At least five of these a day.”

“Atta girl.” He watched her plump, pink lips as she raised the glass to them. He honestly couldn’t remember the last time a woman had had such an effect on him. Immediately after waking that morning, he’d had to have her again and, after losing track of how many orgasms he’d driven her to, he’d taken her to Wardrobe for a costume change.

At first, she’d balked at the schoolgirl outfit but once he’d reminded her that they were heading down to the Dungeon after breakfast, and she could choose whether she wanted a discipline session or a fun one, she’d opted for the latter and worn the costume without complaint.

“Have you checked your phone or computer yet?” he asked, watching her reaction carefully.

“I was in the bathroom for a while. And we’re not going to be spending 24/7 together while I’m here. I have to work out a few mornings a week. Unless you want to come with me.”

He chuckled. “The rule remains in place, though: no checking either of your devices, even if I’m not with you.”

“Good. Believe me, you would not like the consequences if you did. I know you’re a painslut… and I know how to make a punishment really suck.”

He was tempted to tell her to go get a piece of fruit but decided not to come on too strong, too fast. They still had plenty of time. Pushing his empty plate aside, he leaned forward. “Are you looking forward to our session?”

“Oh god, yes. Very much so.” The mere mention of it had made her eyes darken with lust; the same look she got when he was inside her. Landon felt his cock twitch and wondered how the hell he could want her again so soon.

“Me too,” he said. Being assigned to the Nursery, and only having started working at the Castle recently, he hadn’t even played in their infamous Dungeon yet. “We’ll go down as soon as you’ve eaten up.”

Immediately she shoved the remaining half of her muffin aside and drained her latte. “Ready,” she said.

As he slung his toy bag over his shoulder and picked up their plates, Landon had to suppress a grin. If anyone had Little tendencies, it was this girl. Her reaction upon finding—and naming—Beaky last night had been proof of that, and ever since then, he’d caught glimpses. He couldn’t wait to get to know her better.

“You should have brought Beaky,” he said as they headed toward the staircase which led to the Dungeon area.

The Castle was still infuriatingly unfinished after last year’s bomb had done so much damage. There had been issues with the contractors—who were even now still making repairs, dressed as guests so as to blend in—and Marshall was running around like a blue-arsed fly, but the Dungeon hadn’t been damaged.

It really was an impressive place; made to look very much like a medieval torture chamber, with a variety of rooms, lit by wall sconces, and all the implements any self-respecting sadist might want to use on his chosen victim.

Placing his hand on the small of Nayla’s back to steer her in the right direction, Landon nodded at Master Eamon, who lifted a hand in greeting.

“Nice to see you down here for a change,” Eamon said, eyeing Nayla in her schoolgirl outfit. “She must have been really naughty.”

“I was not—” Nayla began hotly, but Landon gave her ass a sharp pinch, interrupting her.

“Or really good,” Landon said. “This little painslut has earned herself a good session as a reward.”

“Nice. Room five is free. Enjoy!” Eamon gave them a wink and headed off down the corridor.

Taking Nayla’s hand, Landon led her to the room Eamon had indicated. “Are you a little wound up?” he asked her in a low voice.

“Just general stress, or something specific?” Closing the door behind them, he turned back to her, set down his bag, and began unbuttoning her blouse.

“I… don’t know. General stress, I think. I have trouble… coming down, sometimes.”

Unable to stop himself, he bent down and gave her a brief but passionate kiss. “Just try to relax,” he said. “Do you trust me?”

Obediently, she turned around and he slid the zipper down the back of her skirt before sliding it down her gorgeous legs.

Once she was naked, he led her to the St. Andrews Cross up against the far wall and secured her wrists to the top halves of the cross with the soft leather cuffs which had been so thoughtfully provided. “Close your eyes and relax,” he murmured, kissing the back of her neck. “I’ll be right back.”

Returning to his bag, Landon made short work of sorting through it, removing the items he thought he might want to use, and laying them on a bench near the cross.

Landon admired the smooth skin of her back, the way her waist dipped in before curving back out to her plump, gorgeous ass. Already hard, he wondered how long he would be able to rein in his desire. Hopefully long enough to get her into subspace.

Picking up his thickest, heaviest flogger, he leaned in, inhaling the pear scent of her shampoo as he whispered, “Are you ready, little one? Then let us begin.”

Landon truly was a Master, Nayla thought dreamily, as the thick leather falls of the flogger thumped into her flesh with heavy, rhythmic strokes. Closing her eyes, she gave herself over to the sensation as he worked over both her ass and her shoulder blades, warming up her skin, heightening her awareness of every part of her body.

So far, it barely hurt; the slightly harder strokes only caused a mild, pleasant sting. Shifting on her bare feet, she spread her knees a little further apart and arched her back, pushing her butt out in a silent plea for more.

The flogger stopped striking her and there was a pause. Holding her breath, Nayla wondered what he would use on her next.

“I’m going to fuck you here, later,” he said huskily, “and this will help prepare you for it.”

Something hard, cold and smooth replaced his fingertip and the next moment, she felt the intimate intrusion of a butt plug being inserted in her most private place. Forcing herself to relax, she let out a shaky sigh as he slid it home and twisted it.

Already turned on just from being with him in this exciting setting, her arousal kicked up a notch as the sensation of her ass being filled only served to emphasize the empty ache in her pussy.

“Don’t forget to breathe,” he warned a split second before a line of fire blazed across her buttocks.

With some effort, Nayla managed to keep her feet on the ground for the next few strokes, focusing on the pain and the way it seemed to morph into pleasure as if by magic. She wasn’t entirely sure what implement he was using. It was too thin and whippy to be a cane, too sturdy to be a singletail. Perhaps a stock whip or quirt of some kind?

A particularly cruel stroke across the backs of her thighs forced her up onto her toes with a screech.

His whispered threat only served to arouse her more. Desperate to get some kind of friction on her clit, she clamped her thighs together, only to have him kick her feet apart with his booted foot.

“Last warning, girl,” he growled. “Next time, I will put the cuffs on your ankles.”

He didn’t give her time to respond before laying a series of swift, sharp lines across both her ass cheeks at the same time, the strokes so hard and fast, she didn’t even have time to draw breath.

Just when the pain reached a crescendo she didn’t think she could tolerate one more second of, he stopped and slid a hand between her thighs. Nayla’s whole body shuddered at the sudden, intense pleasure.

“You wanna come?” he whispered, his breath warm against her neck as his fingers moved across her clit with deft precision.

Something flat and hard whapped her right buttock and she hissed at the new sensation, yelping when her left cheek received the same treatment. Over and over, the paddle flattened her buttocks until the ache had spread to encompass her entire lower half, her sex thumping in time to his strokes.

Nayla wanted to stay there forever, bound to the cross, surrendering to the sensations Landon was creating—that heady mix of pleasure and pain she was so addicted to.

There was a pause. Then something unbelievably sharp scratched over the sore, swollen skin of her butt and she jumped. It felt like a knife but surely he wouldn’t be cutting her; not there, not now.

“Finger claws.” One sharp scratch turned into ten in an instant as Landon raked the points down her back, over her ass, then back up again. It hurt so good.

Nayla’s skin broke out in goosebumps as he dragged the claws down her sides and over her hips before reaching around and gripping her breasts, the points digging in painfully.

She was truly floating now, her mind quiet, her whole world reduced to the insistent ache between her thighs and the sharp pain moving over her flesh.

Something big and blunt probed her dripping pussy and she realized it was his cock, that he was maneuvering himself into position even as he massaged her breasts with his claw-tipped fingers. She wriggled to grant him easier access, arching her back and spreading her legs wider until he slid home with a groan.

The scratching sensations over her taut nipples, his teeth in the side of her neck, and the way she was stretched to capacity by both the plug and his thick shaft all combined to put her on the brink and she heard herself begging, her voice sounding like it was coming from far away.

“Come,” he growled, thrusting hard, and she obeyed instantly, gripping the chains attached to the cuffs in ecstasy, whimpering as her core clenched around him.

“Good girl,” he murmured, nipping the side of her neck again, rolling his hips to wring every last ounce from her before sliding out of her.

“Patience, little one,” he said, then she felt him slide the plug in and out a couple times before removing it. Not a moment later, the head of his cock replaced the toy. “Relax and bear down. I’ll go slow.”

He gripped her hips to steady her and she realized he had only removed the claws from one hand—the sharp points were digging into her skin on her left side as he began to push.

“You have such a gorgeous ass,” he said, “I’ve wanted to fuck it since the first moment I saw you.”

True to his word, he took his time, driving inch after agonizing inch of his rigid cock into her tight, most private hole until his pelvis met the sore flesh of her buttocks with a smack.

Nayla had never been a huge fan of anal but now, as he began to slide in and out of her ass, his clawed hand scraping up and down her flank and his other hand reaching around to stroke her clit, she found herself back on the edge almost immediately.

Landon thrust harder until he was ramming into her with brutal strokes, driving her higher and higher until she didn’t even have time to ask permission, she simply climaxed helplessly, his strumming fingers on her throbbing nub relentless… agonizing.

With a roar, he came too, the claws scraping her shoulder as he pulled her down against him, his cock jerking deep inside her until he let out a ragged sigh and went still.

“You’re a fucking revelation, you know that?” he said at length, withdrawing carefully.

Nayla realized she didn’t even know whether he was wearing a condom—nor, strangely, did she care. She trusted him, though, and guessed he would be. “So are you.” She was still floating, reveling in the happy, calm state of mind a good session could invoke.

“Like I could go anywhere.” To illustrate her point, she rattled the chains on her cuffs.

She had usually thought of that as a derogatory term, but for some reason, she liked it when he called her that.

A short while later, he draped a blanket around her shoulders and unfastened her wrists before leading her to a conveniently placed mattress in the corner.

They lay there for a while, her head resting on his chest, his fingers playing softly with her hair. As she listened to the steady, strong beat of his heart, Nayla couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt so at peace.