Dark, Dangerous, Delicious Volume 1 (2 page)

“That’s it. Almost inside.” Master Dante patted her on the ass and kissed her neck. “Good girl.” He began unshackling her arms from the tight leather cuffs that held her to the “x” cross. “Now, your behavior is very bad indeed, my Briana.”

Briana thought her punishment was over. Sleeping in the cage she hated more than anything. What could be worse? As he slipped her ankles free, Master Dante turned her around and kissed her forehead.

“I love you very much and this pains me tremendously.”

Her eyes opened wide. “But…”

He held her against his chest, rocking her gently. “It’ll be all right. You’ll learn soon enough my beautiful Briana.”

As he pushed her back and took a small key from his pocket, a single tear fell from his eye.

Briana knew exactly what was happening. Her heart raced as he unlocked the sterling silver piece that had only been around her neck for one month. He was taking away her collar. “No…”

As Master Dante removed the thick leather from around her neck, he sighed and shook his head. “I hope I never have to do this again.”

Watching him walk away, Briana was able to wait until he left the room before she burst into tears. When he flipped off the light, leaving her in complete darkness, she whimpered softly. Nothing in her life had ever felt so wretched. Lowering her head she allowed the tears to fall, every part of her body shaking in utter anguish. “No!” She knew he couldn’t hear her. He’d left her in the lonely place knowing what would happen, what she would think about.

He was teaching her so many things and tonight she was going to learn about patience and devotion. For tonight she was going to finally become his.

His Discipline

“I have no idea what you’re talking about!” Jory Richards snapped. He looked away for fear his lover of five years was going to see just how angry he was. For some reason his emotions had been all over the place the last few weeks. Pressures at work and the stresses of paying the increasing bills had made him cranky.
Cranky?
Bullshit. His anger level was downright nasty. He stole a glance at Randy and could tell the man was seething. As an ex Marine, Randy Parker had to have things just so. There was no getting out of line, let alone moving outside the proverbial damn box. Everything, including behavior, was required to be on the up and up. Well, he’d been failing miserably at pretty much everything lately.

Sniffing, Randy sat quietly gazing toward the ball field, cool as a cucumber. He said nothing for a few minutes. Shifting back and forth on the bench seat, he grabbed a tall cup from beside his right leg and took a gulp.

My God the man was just stalling, refusing to deal with what Jory knew to be the inevitable. “Look. I’m sorry. I really am. I just don’t like it when you’re gone all the time. You don’t seem to understand that I take on a lion’s share of the work around the house as well as trying to keep my job going. You know how worried I am about my boss laying me off.”

“That I understand, Jory. But the way you come across to me is unacceptable.”

“I don’t know what…”

“Let me finish.”

Randy didn’t have to scream the words, or even say them in a terse fashion. The man also didn’t have to even look at him for Jory to know how frustrated Randy truly was. He wrung his hands, trying to calm his nerves. This wasn’t good at all. All they’d done over the past few weeks was argue and Randy couldn’t handle his backtalk. “Yes, I’m sorry. I…” His voice trailed off. Whew, Jory realized he sounded ridiculous.

Sighing, Randy seemed to be studying the players, his gaze intent. He was watching the runners as they slid into Home, his face expressionless. “That’s the way to do it!” He stood and whistled, pumping his fist into the sky.

Jory felt like he had to stand up, every nerve in his body on edge. He just wanted Randy to get on with this, let him know what to expect when they got home. He was a smart enough man to know what was going to happen. Since the dynamics of their relationship had changed almost three years before, generally everything went smoothly. Well, for the most part. Grousing wasn’t going to do any good. Neither was having a nasty attitude. He cheered the team, they one they both had been following for years, and wasn’t certain what he was whistling and clapping for. When the moment of reverie was over they both sat down, and he exerted all the patience he could muster to remain quiet.

Randy took another swig of his drink and a full minute later he turned to face Jory, sliding his knee up on the steel bench. He looked around them before he began to speak, keeping his voice low and even. “I’ve been negligent in giving you what you need and for that I apologize to you. I know you’ve been having a difficult time at work and with my schedule. Instead of helping ease the growing tension I allowed myself to pull back, not administer the discipline you very much crave and thrive from.” He took Jory’s hand into his own, rubbing his thumb back and forth across Jory’s palm.

“I know and I’m…”

“Ssshhhh…” Bringing Jory’s hand to his mouth, he kissed and licked before pressing Jory’s hand over his heart. “You’re my soul mate and I have to step up to the plate, taking more responsibility. You do agree?”

Jory knew Randy certainly didn’t want any argument, nor was he planning on offering one. The truth was he was ready, needing much more attention as well as a strong hand. He was almost thirty-six years old and he was happiest when Randy was in full control, of him as a man and of their household. “Yes, sir. I very much agree.”

“Good.” Wrapping his hand around Jory’s neck, he pulled him forward and captured Jory’s mouth.

The kiss was passionate, full of the love that continued to grow between them. Jory’s cock pushed hard against his pants and he wanted nothing more than to be able to suck Randy’s dick. But that wasn’t going to happen any time soon. First there was the matter of Jory’s discipline.

Randy broke the kiss and rubbed Jory’s face. “Let’s go. I think this is much more important than any baseball game. Don’t you?”

Time seemed to stand still as a lump appeared in his throat.

“Well? Come on, you can answer me.”

“I agree,” Jory breathed.

“Good to hear. Let’s go.”

They walked out of the park and got into the car without talking. Jory remained on edge as he always did, the anticipation making him jumpy, his heart racing. They drove in silence for a little while, except for the blaring alternative rock tunes. He was tuning them out. Damn if his mouth wasn’t dry.

“Don’t worry, we’ll be home soon enough.” Randy gave him a sideways glance, a smile remaining on his face.

“Yep. I know.” His foot tapped against the floorboard as Randy turned down the street toward their house. Jory exhaled slowly as the bank of homes and trees rushed by. Why was he more nervous this time? Maybe because Randy was right, too much time had gone by. When Randy pulled into the driveway, he was panting. Panting? A nervous tick remained in the corner of his mouth and he couldn’t help but think about the fact he felt just like this, all trembling and dizzy, the times his father had announced in no uncertain terms he was getting a whipping.

“Come on. Let’s go inside.” Randy’s voice was serene. He patted Jory on the thigh before climbing out of the car.

“Oh God.” Sucking in his breath he counted to ten before easing out of the passenger side. Jory trailed behind him, every part of his body shaking like a leaf. He closed the front door and slipped his hands into his jeans pockets before walking into the kitchen. Remaining quiet, he could tell Randy was debating.

“I’m going to change clothes. Go ahead and prepare and I’ll be back in a few minutes. We’ll do this in the kitchen this time. Okay?”

Somehow his lover’s words were simply too chirpy for him. Nodding, he lowered his head and knew Randy was getting ready to walk out of the kitchen.

Randy stopped but didn’t turn around. “I think it’s a good idea if you stand in the corner by the bay window. I’ll come when I’m ready.”

A good idea? His mouth opening wide, he was astounded. Was his behavior really that horrible? Christ. Jory kicked his foot against the back of the counter and groaned. Well he’d been the one to suggest domestic discipline after they’d broken up more than five times during their relationship. He certainly knew his behavior could be deplorable and right now he wanted harmony in their relationship as much as Randy did. Anger within him was horrific, changing everything about him, and he had no idea why.

His feet heavy, he walked into their bedroom, half expecting Randy to be inside, waiting and watching. No, of course the man would be working in his office like he always was. Jory rolled his eyes as the same old flash of anger and frustration made him snarl.

Very slowly and methodically he removed his shoes and clothes, folding them neatly and placing them on the bed. Somehow he didn’t think tonight’s spanking was going to end in passion. Eh, he’d been known to be wrong before. When he was completely naked he shivered and moved in front of the dresser mirror. His reflection seemed to tell the story. He was hotheaded, opinionated, and had zero patience. Randy, on the other hand, was methodical, never defied authority and always thought about what he said before uttering a single word. Jory was messy and disorganized and Randy was a minimalist with very basic needs. And there wasn’t a drawer or and area in Randy’s closet that wasn’t perfect.

Talk about opposites attracting. He pointed his finger at the man staring back at him and kicked himself mentally in the ass. The walk down the hallway toward the kitchen seemed longer than usual. By the time he reached the kitchen he was trembling. Cursing under his breath, he shook his head as he walked with heavy feet all the way to the opposite side and toward the oversized and very open bank of windows. The approach to the corner left him nearly breathless. He glanced out the window, counting to ten before finally easing into the corner, his entire body shaking from anticipation.

And then the standing and waiting began.

Jory pushed his nose against the wall and had to wonder whether their pesky neighbors could see his naked body standing and ready to be whipped like a child. Well, no matter. This was happening. For a few seconds he closed his eyes and counted. Over and over again. When the hell was this going to be over? His heart was beating into his chest, the echo thumping in his ears, and still no Randy. He was panting and just about ready to turn around abandon this bullshit and…

“Jory. Very good. I’m proud of you.”

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!
There was something so encouraging about Randy’s voice, but Jory was still shaking from the very notion of what was going to happen. Hearing the scraping noise of the chair legs being dragged out from the table was enough to make him moan. Beads of sweat rolled down the sides of his face. Crap, he was nervous.

“Come here.”

As Jory turned around, the very sight of the dreaded hairbrush gave him shivers. Fucking Jesus he hated the dense wood. With the snapping of Randy’s wrist, the technique almost perfected, he was left unable to sit without pain for a solid few days. He gulped and took several steps forward.

“Come on.” Patting his lap, Randy remained unblinking.

In very slow motion Jory gazed down at Randy’s thighs, his blood chilling. No matter how much he knew he needed and in truth longed to be spanked hard, getting through the experience was the tough part. When he was right in front of his lover, and the only man he’d ever loved, he felt humbled.

Randy took his hands. “I know how difficult these times can be for you. You’re a strong man and very good at taking discipline. I am honored to help you become a better man. Your attitude has to change and I hope that when you feel this heady amount of stress you’re going to allow yourself to come to me and ask for a spanking. I have no doubt that’s going to help you feel much better. Do you agree?”

“Yes I…yes, sir.” Jory clucked his jaw, his mouth dry.

“Let’s help make you feel better.”

Jory nodded as he eased over Randy’s lap. As he settled in he was amazed at just how vulnerable and yet protected he was. The dichotomy was an incredible freeing sensation. He clenched his eyes shut and placed his palms on the floor. Why the cool tile was comforting seemed oddly refreshing.

Randy rubbed Jory’s ass cheeks with his bare hand before grabbing the brush. “I know this is going to hurt but I think you know how much you need this.”

“Yes.” He steadied his nerves and sucked in his breath.

Crack! Pop! Crack!

“Fuck!” Jory jerked up, pain coursing through him.

Pop! Slap! Crack!

“You will learn that being mouthy isn’t the best method of communication.” Randy’s voice was even, the tone soft.

Whoosh! Crack!

“Ooohhh….” My God his ass was already on fire and barely a few volleys has been given. Jory panted, his eyes misting as Randy issued another long series of spanks, each one almost perfectly placed on top of first one cheek then the other.

Crack! Pop! Crack!

The last two sent Jory almost completely off Randy’s lap. “God!” Anguish rushed into every corner of his body as tears slipped from his eyes. His hand flew back instinctively, trying to cover his aching ass.

“None of that. Place your hand on the floor.”

He did as he was told and for a few seconds the thought he could control his tears.

Whoosh! Crack! Pop!

“Aaahhh…” The tears turned into a solid wail and for a few seconds he concentrated on the loving words Randy was issuing, the soft tone.

“Good. Very good indeed. I’m so very proud of you and love you with all my heart.” Randy stopped and caressed Jory’s ass. “You’re going to bruise but I think that’s good. You’ll certainly be able to reflect on what you’ve done and how you need to behave. I’ll give you another spanking in a couple of days and I think you’ll truly feel some relief.”

Slap! Pop! Thud!

Relief? Would he? God, he hoped so. The pain was intense and his tears continued to fall, but Jory didn’t fight the discipline. He knew what he needed as a man and as a partner. This was perfect.

Crack! Pop!