Page 58 of Prince of Control
The problem for her is that her body already knows its master.
Me.
Bending my face down close to hers, I say, “I’m not sure you understand the way this works.” I let my hands roam, one traveling behind her to grab her ass and the other massaging behind her neck.
“How does it work?” She has those electric blue eyes trained on me, which makes my dick get hard.
I keep my voice seductive. My lips brush her temple as I speak close to her skin. “I do the punishing around here. And you’ve just earned a trip to the dungeon.”
Her rhythm falters.
I slide my arm behind her back to pull her body up flush against mine. My fingers tangle in her hair. “You’ve been a naughty girl.”
She looks over her shoulder toward the door to the closet that leads to the secret staircase downstairs.
At that exact moment, the door swings open and Melinda comes out, followed by Anders.
So much for my no dungeon decree tonight. But at least they both got what they wanted. Things didn’t fall apart with Anders stepping away. No harm done. I didn’t want any randos downstairs, but I trust Melinda. She’s taken many trips to the dungeon and has as much to lose as we do if she’s indiscreet.
The memory of Lara asking if I get to have any fun returns to me. I never indulge my own desires at these parties. But the world probably won’t fall apart if I slip away for a bit. If I choose something for myself for a change.
I take Lara’s hand and lead her toward the closet. “Anders, you’re in charge of shutting the party down,” I say into the comms. We typically shut off the music and kick people out by 2 a.m. Sometimes VIPs get to stay longer for a swanky after-party, which of course amps up the allure of befriending our house members to secure the special invites. My goal–which I achieved reasonably fast–was to change the entire social structure at Thornecroft from worship of the old monied legacy mudaks to making my house members the new royalty.
It’s the reason Titan House is after us.
Which is why I probably shouldn’t indulge in my dark desires with Lara right now.
But our marriage is important. Possibly more important to me than my previous goal of building an empire. And my wife is in a sensitive, malleable state. If I don’t use this moment to bond us together, I’ll be driving us apart.
I pull her into the dark closet and shut the door after us. It locks from the outside, so no one will be able to follow without the proper thumbprint.
Once inside, I activate the secret sliding door that opens to the staircase. Yes, we do have a panic room down there, too. Safety was the utmost consideration when renovating this house.
I flick on the mood lighting–subtle strips of amber and red lights that run along the stairs– and lead Lara down the stairs. At the bottom, I flick on more mood lights. We set the dungeon up like a swanky lounge, with couches and chairs for voyeurs, and equipment for BDSM play. The back wall features floor-to-ceiling smoky mirrors so subs and doms can watch themselves or their partners. There are also private rooms with spanking benches and other equipment.
“This is where I bring you when you’ve been a bad girl,” I tell Lara, guiding her to a spanking bench. “Take your panties off and kneel up here.” I pat the padded area for her knees.
Lara blinks and works to swallow but doesn’t move.
That makes sense. She’s not particularly eager to please me tonight. She’d rather have me “make” her obey. I invade her space, sliding my hands down her thighs and hiking up the hem of her fitted dress. “I’ll help you, malyshka.” Circling her ass a couple of times with my palms, I murmur, “You can trust me.”
It’s crazy how much I want her to trust me. I’m fucking desperate for that deeper connection with her. I need this to be more than a hot scene in the dungeon. I want us to bond.
I hook my thumbs in the waistband of her panties and slowly slide them down, squatting at her feet, then trailing my fingertips up along her legs as I stand.
“Let’s see how excited you are about your spanking.” I slide my middle finger between her legs and pull my breath in as a hiss over my teeth when I find her sopping wet. “So excited.” I put a heap of praise in my voice. “That’s good, printsessa. Now–” I jerk the hem of her dress up to her waist and spin her around to face the spanking bench. “Kneel up.” There’s a sudden firmness to my voice that makes her gaze dart over her shoulder to mine, like she’s checking to see if I’m mad.
I wink to show her I’m not.
She climbs onto the platform, and I push her torso over the padded bench and swiftly fasten her ankles to the straps to secure her. I do the same thing with her wrists, sliding my finger inside to make sure the restraints aren’t too tight. Then I leave her there to simmer while I put some sexy music on the dungeon’s sound system and go to pick out my toys.
I choose a small starter butt plug, some lube, and a leather paddle. It’s a favorite implement of mine because it makes a nice slappy sound and can easily be experienced as pleasure or pain depending on how hard I wield it.
I take my time, knowing that anticipation heightens the experience for both of us. When I return to Lara‘s side, I stroke her bare ass lightly, running my palm in circles around each cheek, then sliding a finger between her legs again spreading her slick up and around her clit.
Then I deliver a flurry of sharp quick spanks, alternating right and left cheeks, concentrating the spanks on the lower half of her ass where she sits.
“Ou,” she exclaims.
