Madame Eve’s 1NightStand service has brought together Blake and Taryn on a cold Christmas Eve at the Castillo Lodge. The two will set out on an adventure of pain and pleasure surrounded by Alaskan snow-capped mountains and nestled in a warm country lodge. But as the night develops, Taryn discovers it’s not Christmas presents that will surprise her but instead the very man who mastered her through a night of intense BDSM.
The suite in the Castillo Lodge far exceeded Blake’s expectations. Rustic in appearance with log walls, hardwood panel floors, and the rich scent of evergreens filling the air, it was exactly what he requested and fit the mood for a Christmas getaway. The room delighted him, but the woman who stood before him enchanted him more.
He led the blindfolded Taryn over to the four-poster wooden bed with a quilt on top and placed her hands on the railing over the footboard. “I suggest you present yourself.” She bent over, spread her long, sexy legs, and angled her hips to expose her ass decorated by a thong. Her straight brown locks hung loosely down her back, covering the crimson lace bra that looked lovely against her pale skin. “Nicely done.”
Her chest rose and fell quickly. Nervous? The thought only lingered on his mind a moment—no one paired with him would hold anxieties. As a Dom, he demanded much of his submissives. He needed them to be strong and obedient. And Madame Eve, a matchmaker out of Las Vegas who had arranged the encounter, had been well aware of that fact. As he examined her more closely, he equated her reaction to being aroused, and relished the thought that his mere presence caused her reaction.
“I’m here to please you, Sir.”
The fire in the large stone fireplace on the far side of the large room cast a lovely glow over her skin. “Your desire to entice me is working.” He pressed his hard cock against the seam of her ass to declare she hadn’t been the only one affected. “I appreciate you addressing me with such respect, but for now, we can do without it. I’d advise, though, to use the term when you believe I want to hear it.” He rubbed himself against her and held back his groan. “Is my cock what you want?”
“My pussy aches for you.”
He chuckled before he moved away and saw her stance falter. “That kind of pleasure you’ll have to earn.”
She proved she was a skilled submissive as she recovered her position without pause. “I want to earn it, Sir.”
He strode toward his bag on the floor by the stone fireplace and took out his flogger. She tensed as he flicked his hand to allow her to hear the sound of the tails whooshing through the air. “Do you have a safe word, my pet?”
“Marshal.”
He positioned himself behind her and trailed the flogger over her backside. “Explain why that word holds significance?” He smacked her ass with a hard hit to test her limits.
“I’m a U.S. Marshal in Texas.” She groaned. “Supervisory Deputy to be exact.”
He ran the flogger over her bottom again to tease her. “Is that why the submissive role appeals to you, because of the job you hold?”
“It feels wonderful to give up the control I carry in my day-to-day life.” She moaned as he issued another hit. “And I enjoy being punished.”
He’d already known she enjoyed pain play. Madame Eve had sent him an extensive list of her limits, but he preferred learning for himself where those limits were drawn. “How long have you lived the BDSM lifestyle?”
“Five years.” She squeaked as he delivered a hard hit on her back then let the tails of the flogger tickle down the sweet cheeks of her ass.
“But you haven’t had a lifestyle Dom?” “I—” She paused. “I’d prefer not to discuss it.” Unacceptable. He hit hard twice. She bowed her head and cringed. “I didn’t
ask what you preferred. Answer the question.” She breathed deep as he hit lightly along her thighs. “I did have someone, but
not anymore.” “Would he be jealous that I’m your Dom tonight?” “I’d imagine he would be.” She gasped when he flogged her on the shoulders
and continued down her back. “I suppose then, I’ll need to leave my mark on you for all to see, so they’re well
aware who you belong to now.” He hit harder.
Her flesh turned a lovely shade of red, but he knew she could take more. He needed to up the intensity and push her further. “Reach into your panties and rub your clit. But if you orgasm without permission you will displease me. Am I understood?”
“Yes, Sir.” She lowered her hand into her thong and moaned as she played with her clit.
He raised the flogger and slapped her again, repeatedly moving his arm in a figure-eight pattern. Her skin burned red as he whipped her without mercy. She cringed, complained with yelps, but he suspected she enjoyed every damn minute of it.
She impressed him. Her control, ability to handle pain, and desire to please him had been honorable. That is, until he caught sight of something that tightened his jaw. Her body trembled but not in a way that informed him the pain had been too intense. No, she had defied him.
He hit her twice and meant the strokes to hurt. “Did you orgasm?”
“I’m sorry, Sir.” She panted. He gripped her hair and pulled back to expose her face. The blindfold had not moved. Her parted lips trembled as she sucked in deep breaths and her cheeks were as red as her ass. “You did not answer my question.”
“It’s been so long since I’ve been flogged. It felt incredible. I couldn’t help myself, Sir.”
He tsked. “If you had asked permission, I would have granted you the right. Now, though, you will need to earn back such luxuries and be punished for your mistake.” He approached his bag again where he grabbed out two five-pound weights and his whip. “Raise your arms to shoulder height and do not lower them.”
She complied and he placed the weights in her hands. “Turn slowly in a circle and keep those weights high.”
He took a step back then sent the whip to connect with her torso, flicking his wrist in time with her spin so with each turn she made, the whip connected with a new area on her body. She sucked in a breath and flinched away.
Red marks decorated her skin. Her moans, mixed with pleasure and pain, drifted over to caress him like a warm hand stroking his cock. He continued until her arms shook from exhaustion and he’d marked her body beautifully. “You will not orgasm again without permission. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes, Sir.” Her legs trembled and her voice shook. “My arms are hurting, Sir. May I lower them?”
She’d been punished, which was his intention—to make sure she never disobeyed him again—but he’d not let her off that easy. She had asked for his punishment to end instead of him granting it. She had defied him again. “You’re inability to do as I ask is disappointing.”
“I don’t mean to fail you, Sir.”
“I’m finding that hard to believe since you continually do so.” He took the weights from her, tossed them aside, and massaged her arms. “If such were the case I would find myself rewarding you more than I am punishing.”
