Page 21 of Required Surrender

“Italian. How clever of you.” In retaliation, I pulled her panties from my coat pocket, sliding them under my nose. At least she had the good sense to act mortified, her long eyelashes skimming her cheeks before her eyes opened wide.

The scent of her desire was strong, my nostrils flaring. If she’d stopped hating me long enough, she’d notice that my cock was hard and throbbing.

The naughty vixen might be a handful, but I was looking forward to the auction more than I should.

And the element of surprise.

She stared at me, darting her eyes back and forth. When I smacked her on the bottom, she shuddered audibly.

As I led her to the floor just beneath my office, I sensed her tension increasing. She’d bitten off more than she could chew with her demand. I led her to one of the group rooms, quietly opening the door.

The session was in progress, two submissives tied to identical apparatuses. My pro dom was exhibiting the correct method of using a cane. I pushed Lark inside, keeping my hand on the small of her back.

As she watched instructions being offered to the member, she didn’t react at first. But as the member began to bring the cane down on the submissive’s bottom, she tensed even more.

The whooshing noise permeating the air had always been one of the sweetest sounds I’d heard. But as I studied her face, I could tell she was experiencing a mixture of horror and apprehension, enough so she took a step backward.

The length of distance wasn’t enough to hide the red marks on the girl’s buttocks, the crisscrossing streaks a colorful display. When the girl moaned, Lark’s body spasmed.

“How can she stand what’s happening?” The words seemed blurted out of her mouth in a hoarse whisper.

“Because she wants to please her master. Also, because with pain comes the sheer intensity of euphoria.”

“That’s crazy.”

“Is it, Lark? Did you not feel an intense wave of excitement? A moment of bliss tickling your system?”

“Hell, no,” she said a little too loudly.

“Be quiet. Do not interrupt the session.”

“Yes, sir.” Her voice was glib. “That’s sick to feel that way.”

“Don’t tell me, princess, that when you lay in bed all alone at night you don’t crave the touch of a firm hand, a man who will enjoy providing the correct level of pleasure and pain.” I kept my voice soft, whispering in her ear.

Her body trembled, her luscious lips pursing. “I think no such thing.”

“What a pity. You’d make a beautiful submissive.”

“Never to you.”

“You know what they say, my sweet. Never say never.”

She tipped her head in my direction then closed her eyes. I noticed her hands were fisted, her breath skipping.

“Open your eyes, lovely Lark. Remember, this is the tour you hungered for.”

While she did as I asked, she acted as if she was doing me a favor.

I forced her to watch for several minutes as the cane was brought down on the girl’s upper thighs. After several cracks of the cane in a row, Lark turned around, glaring me in the eyes. “You did this on purpose. You want me terrified.”

“Absolutely not. I want you to learn respect.”

“This way?”

“Exactly this way. You wanted to see this part of the club. This is one of many rooms specializing in kinks. There are others, very private, where members and guests can enjoy themselves without fear of repercussions from an outside world.” I allowed my aggravation to show, my voice deepening as I leaned in closer. The pulse on her neck was erratic, her delicious scent wafting into my nostrils, keeping my cock as hard as a rock.

“Take me somewhere else.”

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