Page 101 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 1

“You showed a lack of self-control when you lowered yourself to shouting petty insults.”

It hurt knowing he was disappointed in me. Shouting at Madison had felt good, but I’d known it wasn’t the right thing to do. That wasn’t the person I wanted to be.

“I’m sorry Master Derrick.”

“We both know you are better than that. So I want you to show me that you can control yourself.” His hand stroked over my hair in a soothing motion. He pulled something off the table and I saw it was a vibrating wand. I groaned, and he chuckled. He looked into my eyes and I saw clearly how much he was enjoying himself. “You aren’t allowed to come. You aren’t allowed to move but I want to hear how good I’m making you feel, Pet.”

“Yes Master… Derrick.” I’d almost forgotten to add his name, and I scolded myself for my presumption.

“I like you calling me Master. But someday I hope you will call me something else.”

The possibilities spiraled through my mind, but all rational thought shattered when the buzz of the wand hummed against my nipple clamps. I tried to stay still, but it was so hard. The vibration both numbed and increased the pain. I whimpered and moaned as he ran the device across my breasts.

My heart raced. I’d never had an orgasm from nipple play, but his masterful touch would get me there if I wasn’t careful. My core felt empty. I wanted to be filled like never before. He slid the evil wand down my body and then pressed it against the hook.

Dear God!

It was like the metal transferred the sensations right into the center of my body. Sweat dotted my skin, and I tried to distract myself from the pleasure that shouldn’t be this good.

“Please, Master!” I would cry and beg if that was what it took for him to either stop or let me fall over the edge of orgasm.

“Thirty more seconds, Pet. Don’t disappoint me.”

My nails bit into my palms as he moved the wand between my legs, and I screamed as I held on to the edge of sanity. I tried thinking of anything else. I couldn’t let him down. I needed to stay in control, no matter how much my body ached to let go. I panted and begged, but he didn’t let up.

Just when I thought I couldn’t take another second, everything stopped. My body trembled, and I knew it wouldn’t take much to bring me right back to the edge. I’d done it. I met Master Derrick’s gaze and the pride in his eyes was better than anything else I could have imagined.

Chapter Four

Derrick

Nyra’s responses were everything I could have hoped for and more. It wasn’t only her beauty, though she looked exquisite in the posture collar, it was the way she yearned to please. Submissives with an actual need to serve were rare and often found themselves in abusive situations. How I’d gotten so lucky I’d never know, but I would be sure to cherish every moment I got with her.

Once I’d set the wand over her clit, I hadn’t been sure if she could hold off. It had been a cruel test, but in a spectacular display of self-control, she’d managed not to come. I wasn’t a sadist but pushing her had felt amazing. There was one more lesson for her to learn, and I was going to thoroughly enjoy this one.

I gave her a moment to settle, then released the nipple clamps. Her gasps and moans were perfect and had my cock so hard I was leaking pre-cum. With a gentle touch, I soothed her breasts, knowing they would still be hypersensitive from their rough treatment.

“That was wonderful, Pet. I’m so proud of you. Are you ready for your last lesson?”

She looked up at me with an adoration I could become addicted to. “Yes, Master.”

I ran my thumb over her full bottom lip. I longed to hear her calling me Owner in that breathy voice, but that would have to wait. Everyone knew relationships involving BDSM moved at a different pace than a Vanilla one because of the trust and connection required, but even Claiming this beautiful woman as my own the first time we scened wasn’t realistic. I could wait. She was worth it.

“You used this mouth to say awful things.” I pressed my thumb between her lips. “I am going to both punish you and show you there are more appropriate things you can do with your tongue.”

She shivered and gazed at me with a raw hunger. With no other hint, she dropped her jaw and stuck out her tongue, inviting me to use her mouth. The plan had been to remove her collar and the hook before I claimed her mouth, but my control is only so strong and I needed to feel her wrapped around me.

The relief as I unbuttoned my pants was immense. My cock sprung free as if it knew what was going to happen. Nyra knelt on the cushion, her eyes wide and hungry as if she longed to lean forward and taste me.

“You’re going to hold still and accept your punishment like a good girl. Right, Pet?”

“Yes, Master.”

So eager. So perfect. The reason I’d watched Nyra for months was I’d hoped she would enjoy my style of dominance. Every person found joy in different aspects of BDSM. It meant there was no one right way, but it also meant you could spend a lifetime and never find the someone who matched your kink.

A masochist wanted a sadist. Littles needed a Mommy or Daddy. People with a humiliation kink needed a master with a cruel tongue. Puppies needed handlers and Owners needed Pets. In the past, I’d had several failed relationships where the level of control I preferred was too much for my partner. It didn’t matter how much I cherished my Pets, my need to push and test their submission in the end drove them away.

Would Nyra thrive under my complete control? Could she enjoy handing over every aspect of her life to me and trust I would do everything in my power to make sure she thrived? The need to please vibrated off of her, but was it only during scenes or would she be willing to submit to me in everything? I would test her limits, push her past what she thought was possible.

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