Belong to Me by Shayla Black, now you can read online.
Chapter One
Club Dominion, Dallas—Thursday afternoon
THWACK! Logan Edgington smacked the submissive’s reddening ass in time with the dark beat of the old-school Depeche Mode tunes pounding through his dungeon at Club Dominion. Clenching his jaw, he curled his palm into a fist, then shook out the sting.
The sub gasped and stuck her butt out for him. Oh yeah, Callie liked pain and punishment, which was why she frequented this BDSM club. But the past two hours had proven that her attitude didn’t submit half as well as her body. Given enough time, he’d change that.
Perspiration sheened across her back, and some damp tendrils from her black pixie-cut hair clung to her neck. She bowed her head between her outstretched arms. Logan stood back, watched, while she writhed as much as her bonds allowed. Her pink pu**y looked drenched and swollen.
“More!” she demanded.
He leaned down, growled in her ear. “You’re not learning. Who’s in charge?”
“But I need it,” she whined.
“You need discipline, which is why you’re here with me now. You say you want to learn to please the Master you hope to have someday, but I’m not seeing the dedication. I think you just like a little pain to make your orgasm better and the rest is bullshit.”
“That’s not true. Don’t be an ass**le!”
Smack! “You’re disrespectful, sub. What do you call me?”
“Sir,” she gasped. “I’m sorry, Sir. I’m so close. You’ve kept me on edge forever—”
“For thirty minutes,” he cut in. “It’s your role to stay on edge for as long as I wish and to accept my commands with grace and dignity—and silence.”
Callie bowed her head, and Logan pressed his shoulders down, stretching his neck. He waited, swallowing cold water from his bottle. She was going to have to decide whether her long-term goal or her immediate need for orgasm was more important.
Her breath hitched. She sobbed, then caught herself. “Yes, Sir. You’re right, Sir. I’m sorry.”
Damn, that was the most progress they’d made all afternoon.
“But,” she cut in with a mewl, “it would be so much easier to submit if you’d just give me what I want.”
And we’re back to square one.
Behind her, Logan shook his head in displeasure and walked around the sub in a slow circle. He crouched until she could see the thunder on his face. Callie demanded her orgasm the way a toddler stomped her foot for a doll. She was going to take a lot of taming to reach her submissive potential. Idly, he wondered if he could possibly train her in the less than two weeks left of his leave. He certainly had the time to devote, since the only thing on his calendar until he returned to active duty was his older brother’s upcoming vow renewal.
He filtered his fingers into her damp tresses and pulled until she lifted her head. Her blue eyes looked glassy. “That’s not how it works. I explained that before we started. I know others have told you, as well. You’d be more likely to get what you want if you showed respect and complied.”
“Yes, Sir. It’s just . . . I’m so close, I can’t think. It’s like I’m already talking before my brain has decided what I should say.”
So Callie admitted that she had no filter. Since coming to Dominion, she’d been bounced from Dom to Dom. Few wanted to take on a “project.” Logan didn’t mind; he relished the challenge.
“You’re going to have to learn to control yourself.”
She bit her lip. “I’m trying, Sir.”
“Not hard enough. You know I have to punish you.”
Her entire body perked up. “Yes, Sir!”
Logan raced around her and smacked her ass again. “No coming unless I give you permission.”
Her head dropped between her shoulders as her hope deflated, but she took his edict in blessed silence.
Turning away, he rummaged through the nearby cabinet until he found what he needed: a pair of unforgiving clamps and a brand-new vibrating egg. Unwrapping both, he cleaned the egg, then inserted the batteries into the remote. After a quick pinch on each nipple, he applied the harsh clamps. This sub didn’t need much prepping; her ni**les were already stiff red points.
She moaned and tried to claw at the padded mat beneath her. The girl certainly liked pain, and Logan had no problem dishing it out.