But pain meant pleasure, and as deeply as she relished both, Master never held back on either.
Master Delano was what she’d always wanted—needed—in a Dom, and gratitude filled her heart. She’d finally found a Master who could satisfy her desires.
When he landed the next blow on the brutalized cheeks of her ass again, she threw back her head and almost gave in to the scream clawing at her vocal cords. The spreader holding her legs open rattled, as did the chains he had hooked to leather cuffs around her wrists, suspending her from the ceiling.
Except for a trembling exhale, Josephine didn’t make a peep. She knew he was pushing her, trying to break her, as he had broken all the submissives he’d trained before her. But she would not break. She would hold in her scream and prove to him that she was worthy. Worthy to be on his arm inside the club, worthy of his flogger . . . and worthy of his collar.
Master Delano had never collared a submissive. Not once in twenty years. He was known for it. His stalwart refusal to take on a permanent submissive had become his calling card, like a brand he no longer had to promote, because word of mouth alone was enough to advertise who and what he was.
But now that Josephine had found him—her true Master—she could never accept another. He was it. The one. And she would leave her mark on this world by earning his collar even if it destroyed her.
If she failed, she would leave the lifestyle and never set foot in a sex club again. It would devastate her, but she would rather walk away from the lifestyle altogether than endure it without him.
* * *
Delano circled his new submissive, pleased when she lowered her tear-filled gaze from his as he strolled in front of her. He’d only been working with her for two months, and already she exceeded his expectations.
Not only was she stunningly beautiful and everything he’d ever imagined his ideal woman would be, but she was also willful. He could see the inner strength and power in her eyes. And yet, she was blissfully compliant to his demands.
The combination created an intoxicating cocktail Delano could never quite get enough of. Just when he thought he’d reached her limit, she moved it further away from his grasp.
He swiped his thumb through the wet tracks down her face, then slid the tip into his mouth and sucked off her tears.
Josephine was a headstrong woman. Harder to break than most of the subs he had trained, yet still eager to please, which made her that much more intriguing.
Subs who broke too soon bored him. It was why his relationships never lasted more than seven or eight months, maybe a year at the most. He liked the challenge a woman like Josephine presented. She wanted the pain and domination he was eager to provide, but she didn’t want to simply give herself up to a man who hadn’t earned her complete submission, not just in body, but in soul.
He would earn it. And when he did, he would collar her.
He had never wanted to collar a submissive before, but Josephine was different. She was spirited, exciting, and intelligent. Witty and forthright. And while she ruled the corporate world with an iron fist, she enthusiastically gave herself to him in the playroom, allowing him to use her body any way he wanted. Nothing appeared to be off limits with her, and he often felt as though she were silently demanding him—domming him, as it were—to give it his best shot.
The silent challenge—the pure obstinance that she would not give him the satisfaction of breaking down—drove him wild and aroused him so intensely that he sometimes worried he would come the moment he entered her.
Just who was domming whom here? He was the Master, and yet he regularly felt completely under her spell. She enthralled him in ways words couldn’t express, and he wanted her to be his in every way.
He closed the distance between them, removed the ball gag, then clamped his palm between her legs, letting two fingers slick her front to back before sliding inside her. Her resulting high-pitched gasp and the way her legs and stomach quivered made his dick throb.
“Whose pussy is this?” he demanded, teasing her most precious flesh.
She breathed heavily, highly aroused given the way her juices slicked his fingers. “Yours.” As she said it, her gaze briefly met his, allowing him to see the fire in her eyes he admired and coveted so deeply, then quickly dropped to the floor again.
He tsked. “Bad girl. You know you’re not to look at me.”
She nodded. “Yes, Master.”
He withdrew his hand and pinched her swollen clit before taking a step back. “You know when you look at me, I have to punish you.”
Her head bowed farther. “Yes, Master.”
“What am I going to do with such a bad little girl?” He rounded the rack and stared at her inflamed, crimson ass. The round handle of the plug he’d inserted in her anus protruded from between her cheeks. He grazed the raw, bruised cheeks with his fingernails, delighting in the way her body tensed and trembled.
“One would think you’ve had enough punishment for tonight.”
But he knew the truth. She loved his punishment as much as he did. Their playtime wouldn’t be nearly as much fun for either of them if she behaved.
Taking out his hard cock, he pressed up behind her. “I’m going to show you what happens to bad little girls who don’t follow the rules, Josephine.”
Before she could make a sound, he yanked out the anal plug and thrust his cock inside her stretched entrance.
Yes, the punishment was the best part, and her silent provocations made it immensely more enjoyable.
Jenna’s hands rested on her keyboard as she reread the last passage. It wasn’t perfect. First drafts rarely were. That was
