Page 99 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 1

“I’ve reviewed the limits you submitted three times. The first time when you were granted membership to Valhalla. The second was after I watched you scene. I’ll admit I was intrigued by your poise. The third was last night to make sure I would be ready. Have your limits changed?”

She shook her head before replying, “You were intrigued by me?” The disbelief in her tone told me just how little Nyra thought of herself.

Society’s tendency to focus on the negative, especially in concern with women, bothered me. A person is more likely to take the time to fill out a complaint form than a survey to tell someone they did well. Years of hearing bad more than good meant a positive self-image was hard to maintain.

“Very much. I’ve enjoyed your scenes, fascinated by the rare moments when joy seems to shine out of your eyes.” She appears to both enjoy and be embarrassed by the compliment, but to my pleasure, she doesn’t try to break our gaze.

“If I choose option two, does that mean I’m yours…” she took a deep breath, “I mean just for tonight.”

The temptation to tell her it would mean much longer than a single night was powerful. Rushing into things was not my style and no matter how appealing she was as she trembled under my touch, I knew promises made in haste often lead to regrets. I knew nothing about Nyra other than what I had observed around the club.

“Yes. But the possibility of more definitely exists. I’ll want you to at least check in with me tomorrow. We can discuss more then, Pet.”

Both excitement and disappointment flashed in her eyes. It was good to know she was as tempted as me to be reckless. Though I only knew the barest of facts about her life outside of the club, I was strangely eager to learn more. Once she chose and we finished her punishment.

“I’d like that. I’ll choose to be punished as yours, but can I ask a question, Sir?”

“Of course.”

“Why are you calling me Pet, Sir? I’ve never seen you do puppy or kitten play.”

Oh, this woman was a treasure. With her little statement, she revealed she’d been watching me almost as closely as I had watched her. Her agreement to be mine meant all the rules had changed.

“Wait-up, Pet!” I snapped the command out to see how quickly she would respond. I was impressed she barely hesitated before stepping out to spread her legs and placed her hands crossed above her head.

I’d known she was familiar with protocol positions. In fact, she gravitated to the Doms who practiced High Protocol. But their cool, almost dismissive use of a submissive dimmed something inside her I wanted to foster. My girl had a need for praise they saw as unnecessary. I stroked her cheek and let her see the pleasure in my gaze.

“Perfect. Such beautiful posture and quick responses. I’m so proud of you.” As I’d hoped, the praise caused joy to shine in her eyes. Unable to resist, I brushed a soft kiss across her lips. “I’m not into pet play in the traditional sense of the words. I want a woman, not a puppy or kitten. What does appeal to me is the ownership, the training, and unconditional affection. My submissive will only feel pain when it is to enhance pleasure or to correct their behavior. Do you crave pain, Pet?”

“No, Sir.” Her words were more air than sound.

“I didn’t think so.” I ran my hands up her sides and enjoyed the way she trembled under my touch. It was time to get her alone, so I held out my hand. She lowered her arms and took the offered touch. Without another word, I walked her slowly towards the private rooms, allowing the anticipation of what was to come to build.

We passed a room that had my brother’s name on the reserved sign. From the slap of leather on flesh coming through the door, it was obvious he had wasted no time taking the brat in hand. I’d also reserved a private room, so I walked Nyra in and enjoyed her inspection.

The room was made up like a decadent bedroom, with silk and velvet accents. My play bag was in the corner, but I didn’t think we would be using much of what was in it. This would be about pushing Nyra mentally, not physically.

I led her to the center of the floor, so she faced the foot of the bed. “Stay here for me, beautiful, while I get what I need.”

“Yes, Sir.”

When I’d packed my bag for the night, it had been with Nyra in mind but without being sure what kind of scene we would be doing. I chuckled to myself at the amount of plugs and vibrators it held, most of which would have to wait for another day. When we had spoken at the bar, a plan had formed in my mind, so I pulled out the items I would need and walked over to the bed.

The posture collar I laid on the bedspread was a work of art that I’d commissioned from an expert leather worker. I’d never used it on a sub, but the pure white and silver buckles would be perfect against her skin. Next, I placed the nipple clamps and anal hook, being sure to stretch out the chains so she could see they would attach to the collar. Last, I placed the vibrating wand and enjoyed her tiny gasp.

“Oh, I’m going to have so much fun with you tonight, Pet.”

She looked at the bed, then at me with a nervous gaze. “Should I get undressed, Sir?”

“No, gorgeous. I want to unwrap my naughty gift before I play with it.”

Chapter Three

Nyra

Was I dreaming? I sent a silent prayer to the powers that be, hoping this was real. Only in my wildest dreams had I imagined I could feel this way, but it was hard to wrap my head around. My heart was beating an excited rhythm. How could a man I’d never spoken to before understand me so well?

He walked around me slowly and my skin prickled with goosebumps. He kneeled in front of me and ran his hands up and down my legs before unbuckling my shoes with slow, deliberate motions. He tapped my ankle, and I lifted my leg so he could remove first one shoe, then the next.

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