Sierra Cartwright - Doms of Dark Haven 2 - Western Night

He was man enough to appreciate the way the white and splash of pink complemented her tanned skin, and he was more than man enough to appreciate those sexy, stylish boots. Rather than cowboy boots, she’d chosen soft black leather with a spiky heel. Testosterone surged in his bloodstream. It had been a while since he’d had such a raw reaction to a woman. Master Xavier’s Western-themed night had been a brilliant idea. “Turn around.”

She did, exposing her bare buttocks. He looked forward to stroking the flesh there and holding her cheeks apart while he took her anally.

“Nice. Spread your legs and bend over.”

For a moment, she hesitated. He suddenly looked forward to helping her improve her reaction time.

“Grab your ankles.”

“I…”

“Is there a physical reason you can’t do what I asked?”

“No…Sir.”

“I don’t tolerate embarrassment in my subs, Shelby.”

She slowly complied.

“Legs farther apart,” he said softly but uncompromisingly.

She wiggled on those sexy heels. It took her several seconds to get into position, and he enjoyed every moment spent watching.

Trevor took a few steps toward her. He heard the soft sounds of her rapid breaths.

He crouched behind her and said, “Reach back, sub, and spread your ass cheeks.”

It took her so long to respond that he wondered if she actually would. Since she was bent over, he could see her eyes, wide and blinking. A little furrow was buried between her elegantly shaped brows.

Her breaths were even shallower. He wondered if she were on the edge of panic. “You’re okay,” he told her. “Just listen to me. Stay focused. Know that it’s okay to surrender. I’ll keep you safe.” If she truly panicked, he’d let her go.

Even though Xavier kept the club warm, she shivered.

He gentled his fingertips down her back. “Go for what you want, Shelby.” He kept his tone even and reassuring but also uncompromising. “I want you to know that when you do what I tell you, when you push past your comfort zone and do something that you might think is nasty, you’ll be pleasing me. Do you understand?”

She nodded.

Then, commandingly, uncompromisingly, he snapped, “Now show me your submissive ass and cunt.”

After several seconds and another half dozen shaky exhalations, she closed her eyes and reached back. In the future, he wouldn’t permit her to close her eyes.

“Gorgeous,” he said. And she was. She’d painted her fingernails a striking red. The sight of the bold color nails against her gorgeous olive skin made his cock throb. He hadn’t had a sub, or any woman, in months. Suddenly he wanted to take her fast and hard, possess her, claim her, mark her as his. “Stand up slowly and turn to face me.”

She complied, taking her time. Her motions had a bit more elegance to them. She learned quickly. Beautiful.

“Look at me,” he told her.

She did, but then she instinctively looked down.

Good . “When I give you an instruction, it supersedes previous direction.” Quietly he repeated, “Look at me, Shelby.”

She did. Maybe he’d ask her to do that more often. Her green eyes were lovely, wide, unblinking, no pretence, no artifice. “I want to make a few things clear, Shelby. You are free to leave anytime you wish over the next week. I don’t keep submissives against their will. Just say the word and I’ll have a driver at your disposal. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir,” she said.

“But if you’re curious, if you want to experience more, you’ll need to push yourself, and you’ll need to trust me. That will take time, but I have the patience, if you do. I will take you past every inhibition, every fear. At the end of the week, you’ll feel no more embarrassment, and you’ll respond perfectly to my commands. By freeing yourself, you’ll find out what you really enjoy, what you really want. It’s up to you, Shelby. You came to San Francisco for a reason. Go for it, and you may get everything out of your trip that you hope to.”

“I…” She trailed off and frowned.

She might be innocent, but she knew at least the basics, whether she normally practiced them or not. “Permission to speak,” he said.

“I want it.” She licked her lower lip. “I want to have this experience.”

He had an image of her tongue against the tip of his cock. His pulse throbbed. He’d told her he had patience. Suddenly he wasn’t so sure. “Even if it means you’ll be punished as part of your training?”

“Yes. I’m just nervous.”

“Nerves, we can work with,” he told her. “Lies, lying to yourself, lying to me, won’t be tolerated.”

She nodded.

“How do you normally deal with fear?”

She exhaled. “By jumping in with both feet, Sir. Like getting in a swimming pool where the water is too cold. I plug my nose and jump.”

He appreciated her answer. “We’re going to move to one of the punishment rooms.” The room had a spanking horse. Definitely fitting for the club’s Western night theme. Master Xavier and his team really did think of all details when they put together these events. “You’ll follow me there, staying approximately three feet behind me. I want your gaze downcast, but I want you paying complete attention to what I do. If I stop, you stop, staying three feet back. If I point to the floor, I want you to instantly kneel with your knees approximately shoulder-width apart. If I walk faster, you speed up. Any questions?”

She shook her head.

“When I ask a question, Shelby, I expect an answer, unless you are gagged or otherwise instructed not to speak. I demand honest and immediate answers.”

A beautiful blush highlighted her cheekbones.

“No questions, Sir.”

“Follow me.” He led the way to the door and out into a common area of the club. A few curious people turned their direction, and he wondered how his new sub would behave. He probably should have requested a leash and collar for her.

She did well, keeping her eyes downcast and staying behind him.

He stopped once, as a test.

She immediately stopped.

When he pointed to the floor, she knelt.

He left her there, kneeling, for at least thirty seconds before slowly walking around her. Other people walked past and one domme gave Shelby an appreciative glance. He didn’t blame the woman. Honestly, he had a difficult time keeping his gaze off her. She was an enchanting woman, with striking outfit and the mass of riotous black hair framing her face and falling over her shoulders.

The next week had definite potential.

She kept her gaze downcast, just like a perfect sub.

“Stand,” he told her.

With a lovely elegance, she did.

His cock hardened. Playing with her would be torture for him.

He entered the punishment room, and she followed at exactly the right distance. That shouldn’t have pleased him as much as it did.

The punishment horse dominated the space, and he noticed her gaze fixate on it. And no wonder. It was a fierce looking device. It had a tall, thin center beam and two other beams, one on each side, so a sub’s knees would be supported, something he appreciated since he enjoyed long scenes.

Red vinyl covered the horse, and it was artfully decorated with two dozen metal rings. There was no limit to the ways a sub could be secured to the contraption.

He pointed to the floor, and she slowly knelt. “Knees farther apart. And clasp your hands at the small of your back.”

While he closed the door, she did as he instructed.

“You’re going to be punished,” he said.

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.

He was just trying to decide whether or not to have her completely naked before starting. Generally Trevor preferred his subs to be nude when he punished them. Often he had them disrobe symbolically.