Brat and Master (15 page)

“The bar isn’t usually for play,” Amanda protested.

Jeremy looked over his shoulder at the pretty young bartender, Karyn. “Any objections to me giving my sub a spanking here?”

His sub.
That was what she wanted to be. She wasn’t sure she wanted to be spanked right there. Maybe off in a side room, but the bar was all too visible, and she felt exposed. She wondered if the “gorgeous girl” was watching. She knew Vincent was. She shook her head at Karyn, hoping for some cooperation from her. Karyn was a friend.

Karyn looked at Vincent for her cue instead. And Vincent, naturally, nodded. Karyn grinned. “Spank away, Sir.”

Amanda made a face. Karyn noticed it and got an evil glint in her eye.
Uh-oh.

“She likes it really hard, Sir,” Karyn said.

“What did I ever do to youuu?” asked Amanda, the last words coming out a shriek because Jeremy picked her up and put her over his knee, leaving her head and feet dangling down and her ass in the air. The stools were so high she couldn’t even reach the ground.

“It isn’t as if I’m lying, Amanda,” Karyn replied. Amanda heard her move off to help another customer.

“No,” said Jeremy softly. “It isn’t as if she’s lying. Spread your legs for me, Amanda. I want to see your pussy.”

Amanda blushed and tried to obey. She was worried that if she spread them too far, she’d overbalance and fall off, but Jeremy had a firm arm around her waist, and that gave her courage. She wiggled forward. What he wanted to see, he would see. He’d also see that she was wet. It was embarrassing, considering he’d hardly touched her. So was the ease with which he slid his fingers inside her. She shivered at the intrusion. She’d expected to feel his hand, heavy and stinging on her ass.

They hadn’t negotiated this at all. She didn’t know where it was going. It wasn’t like the scenes she’d worked out in advance. She’d been a naked demo bottom in front of a crowd of people, but she’d never given up this much control. He hadn’t asked, either. He’d demanded it as if it was his right, and she’d gone along. She ought to protest, but she didn’t want to.

Instead of spanking her, he worked his fingers in to find her G-spot. She found herself gasping.

“When’s the last time you’ve come, Amanda?”

She tried to remember. She’d used her vibrator after listening to him play, but that had been over a week ago. “A while.” Did he expect her to think straight?

“At your own hand?”

“Yes.”
Why am I not telling him it’s none of his business?

“Next time you do that, I want to watch you.”

She’d always thought of playing with herself as her right to do whenever she wanted, but somehow she ended up saying, “Yes, Sir.” He wasn’t playing fair, negotiating with his fingers inside her. Then again, he was doing a very good job of letting her know he could satisfy her. Something—a finger—brushed against her clit, and she jumped involuntarily.

“Easy, girl. And don’t worry, I won’t let you come yet.”

You won’t?
“I wasn’t exactly
worried
.”

“Maybe you should have been.” He slipped his fingers out of her. “Still, I said a spanking, and I suppose I should follow through.”

“Oh,” Karyn said, “you can fuck her against the bar for all I care, as long as you’re taking good care of our Amanda.”

“If you need any lube, gloves, whatever, let me know,” offered Vincent.

Traitors. Traitors, all of you.
But she’d heard the love in Karyn’s voice as she said
our
Amanda. The people at Excess were her second family—maybe more so because her parents pointedly did not approve of her, even though they didn’t know half of what she was into. She knew Vincent didn’t offer for Jeremy’s benefit. They’d seen, apparently, what she’d guessed at: that he was right for her. Hell, they’d seen more of him than she had, lately.

Her musing was interrupted by a hard swat on the undercurve of her ass that jolted her entire body. She yelped. Sexually aroused, she had an increased tolerance for pain, but the swat hurt anyway.

“We’re done fooling around, Amanda. I’m done.”

“Yes, Sir.”

He swatted her again. “And you’re done staying away from me.”

“Yes, Sir.” She couldn’t agree more, and he couldn’t swat her hard enough to make her feel differently.

“I didn’t decide on you because I was latching on to the first woman I saw.” Each swat made her butt burn more. “I happen to be a fine judge of character.”

“Ow!” she shrieked. “You’re nuts.”

He swatted again.

“You’re nuts, Sir!”

“No.” She didn’t think he could hit any harder, but he did. Each blow was meticulously placed, right on the fleshiest part of her, the part best at absorbing his hand. Even so, she didn’t think she was going to be able to sit down without hurting for a week. “You’re a very special woman.”

“You’re…” She thought better of saying it again. Did he believe that?
Everyone is special, but I’m just the gateway sub. The starter kit, before they find a girl of their own. But this time I want to be more.
“…deluded, Sir.”

He landed another hard blow. “No, Amanda. You’re a special woman.”

“No.” She tried to arch to push her ass out for the next swat. His hands hurt—and felt so good.

“Tell me you are.”

What the fuck? “I—”

He swatted her again. “Say it.”

“I’m a special woman.” She’d given bare-handed spankings before. She could take whatever he wanted to give her, but she knew his hand had to be hurting by now. Those wonderful, skillful hands.

“And you’re just right for me.”

Her heart jumped. “Really?”

“Really. Say it.”

She relaxed, even though her ass was on fire. “I’m just right for you.”

“So I’m not going to play with others, and you aren’t, either.”

That was something she hadn’t thought she’d ever agree to, but now it seemed the most wonderful idea in the world. “Yes, Sir.”

“A condom, glove, and lube would be nice, thank you.”

“Huh?” The sudden turn of the conversation surprised her. Did he want her to hop off and get—and what did he need the glove for, anyway? Or the lube?
I’m plenty wet— Oh.

“Happy to,” said Vincent.

She’d forgotten where she was, and Vincent’s voice brought her back. For a moment there, it had been just her and Jeremy, but they weren’t alone. They were in the middle of Excess. She looked to the side and saw Gray and Betsy standing not far away, smiling. Betsy made a thumbs-up gesture. Callie was next to them, and she was grinning. They had heard all of that too. Heard her say she was special. Heard her say she was right for him, that she wouldn’t play with anyone else. She never would have been able to say it if she’d thought about everyone listening. Everybody knew. She was committed, and that made her feel very good.

“Sir? Could we find a private room?” She’d never been horribly shy about playing in public, but then it had always been just play. Now it was something more intimate.

“Not this time, Amanda.”

She bit her lip, wanting to argue. She could use her safe word, of course. This hadn’t been negotiated. She hadn’t agreed to this kind of control.

But I want it.

His hand caressed her bottom, right where it was sore. She knew where Vincent was going—there were various tables with safer sex supplies throughout Excess, although none horribly close to the bar area. Most doms grabbed some before they started a scene, just in case. But Jeremy hadn’t.
He didn’t expect to play with me. And he wasn’t going to do anything that needed them with anyone else.

He scooped a hand under her torso, cupped her breast, and lifted her so that her head was up. Then he swiveled the bar stool so that rather than being parallel to the bar, she was facing it. “Hands on the edge of the bar, Amanda.”

She grabbed it.

“Good girl.” He slipped out from under her and moved her to the side so she was between the recently vacated stool and another empty one. She turned to look and saw him take the supplies from Vincent. He set them on the stool he’d vacated. Their eyes met. She expected him to tell her to face away, but he didn’t. Instead he let her watch as he unzipped his pants and then rolled the condom over his magnificent cock.

“You’re just right for me too.”
And by just right, I mean a little big.

He chuckled and tapped the inside of her thigh. She spread her legs apart. She knew what he was doing. He was making a statement: This one is mine. And she didn’t object to that at all.

His cock slid into her pussy, stretching her. Inch by inch he moved in.
Maybe more than a little big.
She gasped. And still, there was more. He pressed harder, until she could feel him against her cervix. Finally, she had all of him.

“Just right for you,” he said.

“All I could want,” she agreed. She was going to have fun getting used to his size.

She expected him to move inside her, but he stayed still. Then she saw him pick up the glove. Her eyes widened. “I don’t think there’s any room with someone as big as you inside me,” she said.

“We’ll find out, won’t we? I may only want to be your Master in the bedroom and here, but I’m very demanding in those places. Any objections?”

Master.
That was a loaded word, suggesting more control. And more submission. She’d never used it with anyone. But she wanted that energy from him. She didn’t want him to hold back. She didn’t want him to allow her to hold back, either. And she appreciated the way he slipped in that he wasn’t taking on the role on a full-time basis. “No, Master. No objections.”

She turned her face to the bar and closed her eyes, a feeling of peace coming over her. Well, as much peace as she could feel with his cock in her pussy. He slid a lube-covered, gloved finger over her anus, gliding over the nerves there in a way that made her shudder. Softly, he pushed a little way inside and then withdrew. She felt a little lube trickle off his glove, cool inside her, and then he slid his finger in farther.

The more of him inside me, the better.

He started to move his cock, sliding it back even as he pushed his finger forward. It was deliciously confusing to have so many nerves stroked at once. She pushed back against him, wanting it all. Wanting everyone, her entire family of friends, to know she wanted it all. Wanted Jeremy.

He walked the fingers of his ungloved hand from her hip around to her front until he could slip his hand between her legs. After brushing her clit, he settled his middle finger on it and started moving his hand back and forth. Slowly at first, then faster, until it sent her labia quivering.

Then he pushed hard inside her, and everything shook at once. She shuddered as the muscles in her pussy and ass squeezed down on him hard. Her hands seized the counter with a death-like grip. She screamed. Electricity rippled over her legs and arms. Her nipples ached. Her knees went weak. Then she came again as he slipped his finger out of her ass.

And still he hadn’t come yet.
That’s not right.
He was slowing down too, as if he was going to stop without coming. She wanted to be marked and claimed. She wanted to smell of him. “Please,” she said, hoping he’d know what she needed.

He pumped inside her hard, once, twice, three times, and then suddenly pulled out. “No,” she murmured, not so much from feeling empty but at the idea that she wasn’t going to be able to provide him his climax. She’d heard he hadn’t let any of the women in the club make him come, but she wanted to be different.

“Please let me help you come, Master.” She tried to twist around, thinking she might be able to go down on him. Instead he pushed her shoulder and stopped her. He leaned his body into her, his hard cock nestling in her rear cleavage, rubbing back and forth between her cheeks.

It felt as if he’d slipped the condom off, as if it was skin against skin. His cock moved away almost the moment she realized it, and knuckles brushed against her ass. Warm, hot liquid splashed on her back. He was coming on her. Marking her as his.

“Yesss,” she purred and twisted her head to look. She was in time to see the last spurt from his cock. She’d never felt so naked and vulnerable, but it was a wonderful vulnerability.

His grip on her shoulder loosened. As if in slow motion she turned around to face him, and for a moment they stared at each other, her breasts touching his stomach. Then she slipped to her knees. Kneeling had never been her thing, although she was willing to do it for a play partner that wanted it. This time, however, she desperately wanted to be on her knees. She looked up. His cock was still mostly hard and magnificently huge. She wanted to take in her mouth, but remembering the way he’d pulled her back in the concert hall, she resisted. She turned her gaze to meet his. “Master.”

He stroked her cheek. “My Amanda,” he said. “My brat. My submissive.”

“All of that.”

Vincent clapped his hand on Jeremy’s back and then moved aside. The awareness that he had been there, watching, made her blush. She’d never behaved this way in the club before. A bratty masochist, sure, and able to play a role as required. But never truly submissive.
Why do I feel this so deeply?

“I don’t understand, M— Sir,” she said.

“Do you not want to use that word, Amanda?”

“I do. But I don’t know why I want to kneel to you like I do.”

“Does it seem right?”

“It does.”

He grinned. “Then kneel. And if your knees get sore and tired, flutter your right hand.”

She smiled. That was much easier than complaining. “Yes, Sir.”

“And if Master is the right word, then use it.”

She felt cum dribble down her back and onto her ass. She was his. “It is, Master. But why? We’ve hardly seen each other.”

“Someone once told me that absence is to love like wind is to a fire; it extinguishes the small, and enkindles the great.”

Love. The word made her head swim even faster than Master did. Love was something other people did, that made them act stupid, or something she thought she might be feeling, only to find out no one ever felt it back. She could kneel and be vulnerable to him that way, but tell him she loved him? No way. Not unless he said it first. She felt awkward staring up at him without saying anything, so she bowed her head. Some doms liked that.