Part 14 (1/2)
”While as dominants we may control each and every moment of a scene, it is the submissive's desires that fuel every stroke of the lash, every plea for more every time she gives over to you.” She stepped back from Deacon, and she caught sight of her Sir. He was rumpled from his mad dash across town. ”Take a close look at your submissive. What does she need from you her Master? What does she deserve?”
He looked past Jasmin to make eye contact with Bethany. ”Everything. She deserves everything included a dom who won't risk her personal health and safety to satisfy an itch.”
”Does it look like she's hurting?”
Deacon stalked across the room toward Bethany. She moaned softly when the Sybian clicked on and began to vibrate under her.
”Do you see how much she enjoys this being bound and at our mercy?”
He nodded, stepping closer, his hand coming out to cup the small baby b.u.mp his eyes meeting hers. ”You'd dare risk our baby for a flash of momentary pleasure-”
He didn't even get a chance to finish his statement, before Jasmin slapped him upside the back of his head.
”How dare you accuse her of endangering your child, Deacon Willis. That little peanut is snug as a bug in a rug inside his or her mommy's womb. Women can have s.e.x up until the day before their delivery - if they choose. And nothing we've planned for tonight will harm Bethany or the child.” Jasmin glared at him. ”You have to decide if you're going to be the dominant that Bethany offered her submission to, or the scared silly b.a.s.t.a.r.d who doesn't realize he can have it all that his submissive won't leave him as long as she getting the whole man.”
Deacon crossed his arms over his chest. ”Can you promise me that nothing we'll do to her will cause her or the baby harm? In your professional medical opinion not the kinky Domme side of you, Jasmin.”
Her nostrils flared. ”I wouldn't be here if I weren't a hundred percent sure. I would've nixed this idea from the get go.”
Bethany held her breath, ignoring the brush of the phallus against her c.l.i.t, as her future as Deacon's submissive hung in the balance. Every part of her hoped he would realize what she'd known all along she needed her Dom not just the man.
Deacon struggled with what Jasmin was telling him. Could he honestly have his cake and eat it too. Be able to be her Dom as well as her lover? Jasmin seemed to think so and she was an OB-BYN she knew the female form inside and out, and how much it could take without injuring the mother or baby.
He turned to face Bethany. ”Is this what you truly want, Bethany? To be dominated until all you can do is scream in pleasure?”
”Yes, Sir. Please.”
Stripping off his t-s.h.i.+rt, he nodded. ”So be it.” Then he loosened the rein he'd had on his inner Dom. Bethany must've recognized the difference in him because true joy lit up her eyes.
”Sir, if this submissive might request it she'd like Mistress Jasmin to flog her while she rides the Sybian.”
He glanced over at Jasmin. ”Is it safe?”
Jasmin gave a short nod. ”Use your d.a.m.ned head, boy. The flogger can be soft as a baby's kiss, or as hard as a horse's kick it's all about pressure and aim.”
”I'm sure it is.” He swallowed down his unease. ”Will you teach me how to give my submissive what she needs without endangering her or our child?”
”Of course, I will as long as you promise to quit trying to be something you're not. Bethany fell in love with the real Deacon not the silly overly romantic fool who's been wooing her for the past three months.”
His chest tight, he moved closer to Bethany and tipped her head up. ”Is that what you honestly want, little one?”
The need and acceptance in her gaze floored him. He didn't even need her words to realize what her answer would be but it soothed his fears when she whispered them.
”With all my heart, Master. I need you to be both my Dom and father of our children. Roses and foot ma.s.sages are nice, but they don't fill me with the same peace that submitting to my Sir does.”
He briefly closed his eyes as relief filled him. Bethany didn't want the man he'd been trying to be she wanted the real him kink and all. Now with Jasmin's guidance, he could give her what they both needed while still protecting her.
Chapter Twenty-One.
”Lift.”
Bethany struggled to obey her master, but the tight confines of the stocks gave her little leeway to obey.
d.a.m.n LeRoy and Tim did too good a job securing me. I can't even move a d.a.m.ned inch. How the h.e.l.l am I supposed to get the d.a.m.n attachment...
”Bend at the waist, sweetheart.” His tone was low, his hands supportive, as he helped her into the position he desired. It wasn't much, but just enough to press the tip of the attachment to her folds.
”d.a.m.n, she has a fine a.s.s, Deacon.” Jasmin's voice was a soft melodious tone compared to her Sir's. ”I can't wait to turn it red with my flogger.”
He kept his eyes on Bethany even as he replied to the Domme's observation. ”Me either. It's been too long since I've seen it.”
She groaned at the l.u.s.t she saw deep in the blue depths before he cupped her chin. ”When she lands the first strike, you will sink down on machine. You will take all of it in one stroke or risk my wrath. Do you understand?”
She whimpered. ”Yes, Sir. I understand.”
”Good.” He brushed a kiss over her forehead, then drew back a bit. She closed her eyes while waiting for the whoosh of air before Mistress Jasmin's flogger would find its mark - her naked back and stuck up a.s.s. When it came, Bethany gritted her teeth and tried to ease down on the attachment, but failed as the skin between her shoulder blades lit up and her p.u.s.s.y protested the intrusion. She groaned, the pain morphing into pleasure when Deacon pinched one of her nipples.
”What were you supposed to do, Bethany?” His tone was harsh.
”I...” she gasped as the next strike stung her left shoulder blade and the top of her shoulder. ”...I was supposed to take the attachment...” A tear of grat.i.tude spilled over one cheek as the long denied endorphins flooded her system. This was what she needed...
”Oh, no, you don't. Not yet.” Deacon pulled hard on her nipples, jerking her back from the edge. ”You don't deserve to go to subs.p.a.ce yet. Not when you can't obey a simple command from your master.”
”Please, Sir!” She tried to slide further down, but odd shape of the phallus - wide in the middle - resisted a deeper taking. ”Oh, G.o.d, help me...it won't fit...” She jerked as Jasmin landed another blow that wrapped around the right side of her ribcage. Not hard enough to break the skin, but strong enough to send another burst of tingling pleasure through her - especially when one strand of the flogger kissed the underside of her breast.
”It'll fit.” His tone was harsh even as he reached for the bottle of lube sitting within reach. His actions belied his stern demeanor, as he squirted some of the liquid on the inside of her thighs and along the length of the attachment. She babbled her thanks as she sank down a few more inches.
”I wouldn't be thanking me too soon.” The dark warning in his tone had her eyes flying open. She squealed seconds before he attached first one, then the other of the pair of nipple clamps she hadn't been aware he'd had. She panted as the pain teased her sensitive nipples but turned to pleasure when he secured a thin silver chain between the two clamps and tugged.
”Sir!” She tried to arch her back to ease the pressure, but it was hopeless with the way she was pinned. The stocks secured her upper torso and arms, while the phallus - which was about half into her kept her hips immobile.
”So f.u.c.king pretty.” Deacon dropped to his knees in front of her. ”But you're still not taking every inch of it.” The disapproval in his tone had her tensing in antic.i.p.ation. Every time he spoke in that manner, she was a.s.sured to have spectacular o.r.g.a.s.ms.
”I'm trying, Sir.” She panted, wiggling her hips. Another inch slipped in, aided by the extra lube.
”Not hard enough.” Deacon glanced up at Mistress Jasmin. ”Give her five strokes on her a.s.s for arguing with her master, Mistress.”
”No...please...” She struggled against her bonds. ”I'll try harder-” She squealed as the flogger landed hard on her left cheek.
”Count off.” Jasmin's soft voice was hard with command.
”One, Mistress.” She kept her gaze on Deacon as the next blow landed even harder on the opposite cheek. ”Two, Mistress.” She was nearly sobbing with her need and pain by the time the woman delivered the last stroke.
”Now, try again.” Deacon tugged lightly on the chain between her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. ”I want to see that p.u.s.s.y stuffed full. I'm sure that Mistress Jasmin selected this toy knowing that you're pregnant and that it won't injure our child.”