Designed for Submission (Devine Designs) (5 page)

She shrieked when she felt herself being lifted and twirled around, her wine sloshing out of her glass and onto the bar.  She was unceremoniously plopped onto the stool.  Looking up, she smiled, seeing a familiar face.

''Hey, baby doll,'' he said, bending to kiss her cheek.  ''You look good enough to eat.''

Elizabeth blushed, knowing he meant that both figuratively as well as literally.  ''Hello, Sir,'' she said.  She had met Ethan Brenson two years ago.  She had watched him in action several times before ever accepting his offer to play.  He was a nice guy and had never pushed her boundaries.

''Great place, don't you think?'' he asked, signaling to the bartender.  He ordered another glass of wine to replace her spilled one, and a beer for himself.

When Will returned with his order, Elizabeth spoke softly.  ''I'm so sorry,'' she said, as he began to clean up the spilled wine.  ''I didn't mean to make a mess.''

''Not a problem, honey,'' Will said, and winked.  Ethan laughed and shook his head.

''I swear, you've been here all of five minutes and already have every man here drooling,'' he said, raising his beer in a salute.  Elizabeth flushed and realized how much she had missed him.  Ethan was very down-to-earth, laughed a lot, was easy to talk to and was a very much sought-after Dom.

''Thank you, and yes, so far I think this club is great,'' Elizabeth said, picking up her glass and seeing the red bracelet.  She touched the bell with her fingertip.  ''I have never seen these before, but think it is a great idea.'' Ethan nodded.

''I agree.  Seems the owner is very strict about safety.  There are the usual niches to play, but no blood play or whipping to draw blood is allowed.'' Elizabeth shivered.  She had never been interested in either of those.  Ethan watched her as he continued, ''There are private rooms, but even those are closely monitored.  I've heard that once you are asked to leave, you will never be invited to return.  I've been to the private rooms a few times and can say that I have yet to see any of the shit here that I've seen in other clubs.'' Elizabeth nodded, realizing that the club did seem quieter than other clubs, and that the underlying feeling of tension that could exist wasn't present.  She felt very comfortable and relaxed.  Ethan finished his beer and watched as she sipped her wine.

''So, little Liz, are you here to play?'' he asked, lifting her chin with his finger to look into her eyes.  She blushed as his question made her insides flutter.  Ethan grinned.  ''I do believe I am looking at a naughty little Sub that needs her bottom paddled.'' Elizabeth felt her bottom clench, as well as a flood of arousal.  She would never be able to explain it, but there was something deep inside of her that craved spankings.  Not just the classic over-the-knee hand spanking, either.  She only felt truly free of any guilt or restlessness if, by the time her disciplinarian let her up, her bottom was a hot, throbbing furnace.  She had often played with Ethan before and knew he was as into spanking as she was—just as long as he was on the giving end.

She felt herself sliding into the role.  She lowered her eyes when he released her chin and stepped back, hands on his hips, as if waiting for his naughty girl to confess.

She felt her nipples pressing against her bra as she answered.  ''Yes, Sir, I … I was naughty,'' she said in a small, breathless voice, as she realized she did indeed feel guilt over witnessing the limo scene.  She knew she should have turned away and gone into the restaurant.

Ethan grinned and reached out to remove the glass from her hand.  ''I see,'' he said, also slipping into his role.  ''Well, we can't have that now can we?'' Elizabeth shook her head.

''No, Sir,'' she said, softly.

''That's right,'' Ethan agreed reaching out and plucking her off the stool and setting her onto her feet.  ''What do you think a naughty little girl such as yourself needs to teach her to be a good girl?''

Elizabeth quivered as his words slid over her.  ''A… a spanking?'' she answered, as if unsure.  Ethan quickly turned her and gave her a very hard smack on the seat of her skirt.  She yelped, her hand going back to rub the spot.

''Answer properly, Lizzie, or you will be a very sorry little girl when I am done,'' he promised, taking on the persona of a very strict Dom, knowing exactly which buttons to push with the normally-quiet young woman.

''Please, Sir,'' she said.  ''I need a really hard spanking, Sir.''

''That's better,'' Ethan said, taking her hand and leading her away from the bar.  Will was grinning, and several men shook their heads, knowing they had taken far too long to approach.  She had obviously come to play but had just chosen her Dom for the night.

Chapter 4

Ethan and Elizabeth walked through throngs of people, until they were about halfway down the length of the club.  They had passed various areas where other scenes were being played out, but Elizabeth, her eyes lowered respectfully, only had a vague idea of what she had seen.  She was with a Dominant she admired and knew would not push her past her comfort level.  Ethan was very pleased to play with the little beauty, though he was well aware that she was not as fully into the play as some of her contemporaries.  Once he found an acceptable area, he sat down in a large chair and pulled her down onto his lap.  Elizabeth curled up against him, feeling both excited by—and little wary of—what was to come.

Ethan stroked her arm until he felt her relax.  He was always patient and felt no need to hurry through the scene.  He held her in his lap for a while, content just to pet her and occasionally drop a kiss on the top of her head, allowing her to more fully immerse herself into her Submissive role.  Once he felt her body soften, he asked if she had been a good girl all week.  Elizabeth instantly shuddered, remembering the guilt she had felt every time her mind strayed to what she had witnessed.  Ethan chuckled, immediately understanding that she felt guilty about something.

''Oh my, I believe someone was a very naughty girl.  We can't let that go unpunished, now can we?'' he asked, gently guiding her off his lap and turning her over his knees.  Elizabeth moaned as he lifted her skirt and lowered her panties just enough to bare the rounded globes of her bottom.  He began spanking her slowly, using the palm of his hand to gradually warm her skin until it had reached a light pink.  Though she did begin to squirm a bit, she barely made a sound.  Ethan began to apply harder strokes with his hand—the sound sharp, filling the air around them.  As her bottom heated, Elizabeth's moans were audible but still very soft.

Ethan picked up a thin paddle from the tray offered on small table next to his chair.  ''I don't believe you are learning your lesson, little one,'' he said, as he allowed the wooden surface of the paddle to rub across her tender skin.

''I am … I am learning, Sir,'' Elizabeth assured him, her voice shaking as she felt the paddle continue to move across the surface of her ass and knowing what it could do.  When Ethan briefly lifted the implement from her skin, she unconsciously pushed her bottom up and out a bit, as if seeking the paddle's caress.  Ethan smiled, knowing this shy little Sub enjoyed a good spanking and was sending signals that she wished her Dom to give her much more than she had taken so far.

''I'm going to paddle your ass hard, little girl,'' Ethan warned, in a firm voice.  Elizabeth moaned and wiggled her bottom, her sex growing even wetter as his promise shot a bolt of desire straight to her clit.  ''You need a good, hard paddling don't you?'' he asked, rubbing the paddle all over her bottom and then lifting it again off her skin.  He truly enjoyed watching her lift her bottom, as if needing to feel the unforgiving wood of the paddle.

''Yes, Sir,'' Elizabeth moaned, her hands clinging to the legs of the chair, her long braid touching the floor beneath her head.

''Keep your legs down,'' Ethan instructed, as he tightened his hold around her waist, pulling her closer.  ''Don't let go of the chair.  I don't want to hurt your hands.'' Elizabeth's entire body shuddered, knowing she was about to get her ass truly roasted.  She tightened her grip around the chair legs and forced her toes to the floor.

''Are you ready, my little Liz?'' Ethan asked, his cock beginning to strain against the confines of his pants, as she moaned and squirmed in anticipation.

''Yes, Sir,'' she said, and then slammed her lips together, her eyes shutting tight as he lifted the paddle and brought it down with a tremendous crack against her bottom.  Then again.  And again—and again.  Elizabeth was soon kicking her feet, her hands flailing behind her in an effort to stop the paddling, but Ethan easily captured both and held them in one of his own as he continued to crack the paddle across her bottom.

Elizabeth fought to remain silent.  She always fought to remain as quiet as possible.  Ethan didn't know of her past or what kept her from vocalizing her pain.  He only knew he would work to bring her past the barrier she hid behind.  He had paddled her dozens of times but had yet to hear her truly vocalize her pain.  Though she began to moan, not a single cry passed her lips.

''Let it out, sweetheart,'' he said, as he lifted his arm and applied the paddle hard across the lower part of her cheeks.  Elizabeth lifted her head, her back arching at the pain as he finished her paddling with a flurry of hard swats.  Sounds of rapid cracks of the paddle echoed about them but only a thin, high keening came from her lips.  Elizabeth had no idea of how many swats she had been given.  By the time he laid the paddle down, her bottom was bright red and throbbing, her face streaked with tears.  Ethan cupped one hot cheek for a moment, assessing her condition, as well as her need to proceed.

''That's a very hot little bottom,'' he said, and she shivered.  He continued to run his fingers over her hot flesh and smiled as she opened her legs.  ''That's my girl,'' he said softly, allowing his fingers to dip into her core.  Elizabeth moaned loudly, the sound escaping as he plunged two fingers into her sex.  He continued to thrust in and out of her sopping pussy for several minutes, until she was whimpering, pushing herself back onto his fingers.  Ethan took her to the very brink and then removed his fingers.  She groaned and whimpered at the loss.  Ethan gently lifted her off his lap and turned her to face him.

''Color?'' he asked softly.  Breathless, she barely managed to say the word 'green'.  He nodded.

''Do you need another round, or are you ready to make your penance?'' he asked.  Even though most Doms would simply demand her service, seeing as how she had consented to play, Ethan was extremely popular because he could be extremely harsh as well as exceptionally caring.

''Please, Sir,'' she said, her voice soft and sweet.  ''May I make my penance, please?''

Ethan leaned forward and gave her a soft kiss.  He wiped away a tear from her cheek and nodded.  ''On your hands and knees.  I wish to look at my handiwork as I fuck you,'' he ordered, and though she hesitated, looking around quickly as if to make sure no one was witnessing the scene, she turned and quickly placed herself on all-fours.  She felt him pulling her panties completely off, lifting her skirt until it lay across her back.  She heard the sound of his zipper and spread her knees further apart, offering herself to him.  Ethan stroked his fingers through the slick lips of her sex, loving the deep moan in her throat as she pressed back into his hand.  Elizabeth felt his hand on the small of her back in silent command.  She bent her torso towards the floor, lifting her ass for his entry.  As he pushed into the warmth of her pussy, she moaned, the sensation of being filled and stretched making it impossible for her to remain entirely silent.  He thrust into her slowly at first, his hands reaching under to slide up underneath her shirt to cup her breasts.  She knew that he was allowing her a freedom very few Subs were permitted:  she remained covered except for her bottom.  He deftly released the front clasp of her bra, spilling her breasts from the lacy cups.  He began to fondle and then lightly pinch her nipples.  They throbbed and she squirmed, her bottom pushing back against him.  His thrusts began to quicken and he went deeper with each one.  She felt her body spiraling out of control, and when her climax overtook her, she gave another soft cry, her entire body shuddering at her release.  Ethan put his hands on her hips, pulling her hard against his stomach as he buried himself to the limit.  He began to fuck her hard and fast, his body slapping against hers, his hands holding her in position, his fingers feeling the heat from her paddling.

''You'll come again,'' he demanded and moved one hand to deliver sharp, loud smacks to her bottom, alternating between cheeks.  Elizabeth's hands clawed at the floor, the smacks reawakening the pain of her paddling, his cock ramming hard and fast inside her, demanding she obey.  Ethan continued to both spank and fuck her until she exploded again, her contractions gripping his cock deep inside her, until he tensed and then yelled out his pleasure as he spilled himself into her.  When he pulled from her, she didn't move; she had not been given permission to release.  Ethan stroked her sore bottom for several minutes, easing the burn he had placed there.  She shuddered and sighed as she came down from her orgasms.  She felt his hand on her skirt, drawing it back down to cover her.  He helped her to rise and nodded his permission to adjust her bra.  After she had covered her breasts, she looked up at him from where he had pulled her to stand between his legs.

''Thank you, Sir,'' she said, with a beautiful, soft smile.  ''I'll try to be a good girl this week.''

He chuckled and then grew serious.  ''You are such a sweet Sub, Elizabeth,'' he said, with a smile.  He bent and kissed her gently.  ''You are so anxious to please, and yet you make me wonder if you find true joy in your service.'' She began to speak, wanting to assure him that she thoroughly enjoyed it when they partnered together in a scene.  He pressed the tips of his fingers against her open lips and then moved them down to gently press against the hollow of her throat.

''You give immense pleasure with your body, Elizabeth, and I know you find immense pleasure as well.  But, Honey, you will never convince me or anyone else until you use this,'' he said, tapping the tips of his fingers on her skin.  ''I am not talking about your mouth and the unbelievable way you can take a man to heaven using it.  I am talking about your voice.  You are far too quiet when you are either over my lap getting your butt blistered or under me when I fuck you.  I hope one day you will learn to feel safe among us.  I hope one day you allow yourself to scream, for only then will you be truly free.''