Page 98 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 1

A few months ago, the bundle of trouble had caught Clay’s attention, though he had yet to make a move on her. Not that I could call him out on his inaction since I’d been fascinated by her friend Nyra for much longer. If one of the pair was going to the party, the other was going to be there as well. The timing to approach Nyra had previously never felt right, so I’d been patiently waiting for my opportunity and had hoped this party might be the perfect time to approach the beautiful woman.

Like a butterfly in spring, she brightened everything around her but never settled in one place for too long. I’d studied her scenes with other Doms with interest and not a small touch of jealousy. The men she chose and the scenes they did were as varied as they were unusual. Nyra’s submission was a beautiful thing, but she rarely appeared to find the joy in a scene that other regulars did.

Over several weeks, the pieces of the mystery had slowly fallen into place as I observed her. I thought I knew how to bridge the dichotomy between the subdued submissive and the joyful woman who allowed herself to get dragged into trouble with her boisterous friend. It was strange to be grateful for the manipulations of a shallow, attention seeking woman, but I found myself sending a silent thank you to Madison for setting Nyra and Mel up so beautifully.

I wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity fate dropped into my lap. I would take advantage of every moment with Nyra. It was obvious Madison had set the girls up. Her fake submission was common gossip and lately the woman hadn’t found a single Dom who would be willing to give her the time of night. It was a shame Loki had allowed the women to choose who would be their disciplinarian or I would have already staked my claim.

Nyra whispered something to her friend. Whatever the two women discussed made Melody very happy. She strutted to stand a few feet from where Clay and I stood, looking us up and down like we were prize pieces of cattle. While it was tempting to smirk at her tiny power play, I wouldn’t encourage the brat the way my brother was.

I couldn’t hold back the snort when she bent over and wiggled her exposed ass at my brother before announcing loudly. “I’ll take him.”

The smile on my brother’s face was predatory, and I wanted to laugh. The two of them were either perfect for one another or they would self-destruct in a spectacular fashion.

“Perfect. On your knees.”

I focused on Nyra as my brother took Mel in hand. Was that relief I saw in her eyes? Hopefully, she was as eager as I was, and not simply relieved to avoid my brother’s harsh hand. Did she feel the pull between the two of us? I held her gaze and enjoyed the way her lips parted and her shoulders pushed back, displaying herself perfectly in the sexy latex Christmas outfit she’d chosen for the evening.

“Don’t ever say I don’t give the best presents. Enjoy your evening.” Loki’s voice cut through the moment. I shook my head at how Madison has attached herself to the club owner. Of course, she ignored his disinterest and got dragged away by his quick strides because of her clinging grip. I’d pity the man if I wasn’t positive she would be the one to regret her choices if she didn’t disengage soon.

“Come on Pet, time for you to learn what happens to disobedient subs.” Clay walked Melody away on a leash, allowing me to focus back on the woman who has too often filled my thoughts.

It was time to find out if some of the guesses I’d made about this woman were correct. I beckoned her closer with a crooked finger. She quickly moved forward, dropping her eyes to the ground.

“Good girl.” The way her shoulders relaxed told me so much. “You look gorgeous tonight Nyra, like a naughty gift ready to be unwrapped.”

“Thank you, Master Derrick.”

Her eyes sparkled with joy even as she lowered them demurely. Her skin was a warm honey color which barely showed her blush. She was an exotic beauty with wavy midnight hair and deep chocolate eyes that hinted at an Indian heritage. I brushed back a strand that had fallen into her face and enjoyed the silky texture.

“It’s such a shame that the first scene we have together is going to be a punishment.” I gave her a little truth to ensure she would understand I wasn’t with her simply because of Loki’s request. “I’d hoped to do something more enjoyable with you tonight.”

“You wanted to scene with me tonight?” The surprise in her eyes made it clear I had been much too subtle in my interest. Most of our brief interactions had been when I was on duty as a dungeon monitor, so hadn’t been very long or involved.

“Yes. I turned down the request to be a dungeon monitor for the party.”

Her expression fell. “I’m sorry my behavior made you do something you didn’t want to.”

How could she believe I wouldn’t want to get my hands on her whatever the reason? Correcting her self-doubt would be one of my primary goals. Nyra needed to understand I was interested in her for more than a single encounter. A plan formed in my mind. If handled this correctly, this punishment would only be the beginning of a wonderful relationship.

“I promise you, Pet, I’m extremely happy Loki asked my brother and I to help. Are you disappointed by your friend’s choice? Would you have preferred Master Clay’s touch to mine?”

Her wide, shocked eyes eased what little doubt I had. “No, Sir!”

“Then I’m going to give you two options. I hope you will choose with my second offer.” Her silent patience as I paused pleased me. “Your first option is that I can punish you as a dungeon monitor would. I’ll bend you over a spanking bench and put you on display. I’ll announce your transgressions to the room and give you twenty-five swats with a paddle.”

Nyra fidgeted with the edge of her skirt. “What is the second option?”

I stepped forward into her personal space and tipped up her chin with two fingers. The hunger I saw inside her called to something deep within me. People are drawn to BDSM for an infinite number of reasons. Finding someone who’s desires match your own within the galaxy of possibilities is something rare and should be cherished. I prayed I might have found that person, but only time would tell.

“I will punish you as if you were mine. Instead of a spanking, I’ll give you three linked punishments, each will address your actual transgressions. I don’t want to only punish you. I want to teach you something I think you desperately need to realize. If you submit with grace and beauty, then I will also give you a reward.”

Her breath quickened. She was as affected as I was. The connection between us had been considerable even at a distance, but now that we were talking, it was so intense I was hard pressed to remember this was our first real conversation. She wasn’t mine yet, but I wouldn’t walk away from her until I was sure she either didn’t feel the same or we had explored the possibilities burning in the air around us.

“What are the three punishments?”

I chuckled and ran a thumb down her jawline, then across her full lips. “That isn’t the way this will work, Pet. The decision you have to make is do you want to be mine? Do you trust that I know what you need and won’t go beyond your limits? I’ll always respect your safe words. Say ‘red’ and everything stops to re-evaluate.”

“How do you know my limits?”

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