Vaughn's Awakening [The Black Dahlia Hotel 2] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic) Read online

  “I have to say that I’m a little uncomfortable with that.”

  “We’ll see. Right now I want to hold you and kiss you and play with those beautiful tits of yours.” He leaned down and took one rosy nipple into his mouth. Her gasp of pleasure was reassuring. He hoped he wasn’t wrong about what he’d told her. He wanted her to enjoy the things he loved. He continued to pull and suck one hard, raspberry nipple, and then changed to the other one. She was now leaning back against his arm. “I don’t think you realize just how beautiful and desirable you are.”

  “Oh, please…”

  “Do you doubt your Master? Do you need a little more spanking? I would be glad to provide…”

  “Oh, no, Master. I don’t need any more.”

  “Good. Now, I was saying that you are a very beautiful woman, and your body is a work of art worthy of any Renaissance master painter.”

  “Ha! Rubenesque figures are not exactly in style these days.”

  “I don’t care what’s in or out of style. I know what I like, and I like this.” He dug his fingers into her soft bottom while he plundered her mouth again. And then his hand slipped down between her round thighs and found her wet pussy. His thumb glanced over her clit while his long fingers found her wet slit. She groaned as she nestled into the warmth of his chest. He realized she was chilly when he felt the goose bumps on her skin. He would like nothing better than to spread her out on the chaise lounge and take her here and now, but Vaughn was not a seasoned sub, and he might ruin his chances for more from her if he rushed the moment. “Will you join me for lunch? If we don’t get out of here, I will be showing you what else I’d like to do to you, and I don’t think the moment is right for that.”

  “Good idea, Master.” He could see that despite her obviously favorable reaction to his questing hands she was not fully on board yet.

  She scrambled off his lap and walked over to the cabinet for her lingerie and cover-up. The natural sway of that magnificent ass had him second-guessing his decision to take his time with her. She really had no idea of just how gorgeous she was, and that was refreshing in itself.

  * * * *

  Jeremiah Wade watched the three members of the sub class come into the main dungeon. Where was Vaughn Rawlston? Apparently she had stayed behind for some additional tutoring from Paul Proffit. He didn’t like that idea. He didn’t like it at all. He might have to move up his seduction of Vaughn before Proffit had her permanently corralled and he missed the chance to implement his plan.

  * * * *

  At lunch on the terrace, Vaughn was bemused. She didn’t know what to think about this morning’s class. She’d never had her butt spanked before. She hadn’t expected to like it, never mind to feel the welling of feminine juices in her pussy. She could tell that the other women in the class had had similar reactions by the way their eyes followed Paul’s every move.

  After pulling on a black, long-sleeved T-shirt that outlined his impressive chest muscles and abs over his tight, black leathers, Paul had accompanied her back to their suite. She had changed into a pair of white linen Capri pants and a pretty pink shirt, run a brush through her mass of hair, and swiped on a little raspberry lip gloss. She had a feeling about where Paul was planning to take their relationship, and she couldn’t say she minded one little bit. The man was stunning and sexy, and she found that she liked the edge of dominance he exuded even out of the dungeon. He was an alpha male, and she loved that. But she also liked his self-deprecating sense of humor. She was beginning to understand what Alexa and Cyndy had been trying to tell her about the lifestyle. It might be unexpected, but she thought she was going to enjoy this journey of discovery.

  After they had ordered and tall glasses of iced tea had been delivered to the table, Alexa and Cyndy stopped by to say hello.

  “How’s the class going, Vaughn? Are you enjoying yourself?”

  That Alexa was a brat. What could she say to that? “Yes, of course. It’s very interesting and informative.” She could see Paul grinning out of the corner of her eye. The devil. She wasn’t going to spill the beans that she’d gotten spanked already if he didn’t.

  Cyndy chimed in. “So what have you learned so far?”

  “Oh, the use of various pieces of equipment and toys—that sort of thing as well as some discussion of BDSM theory.” Alexa and Cyndy looked disappointed. Obviously they were hoping for more.

  “Vaughn is a very apt pupil so far, but I think she needs some remedial instruction. Maybe later this afternoon.” Paul winked in her direction before he turned his attention to the girls. “So what are you girls going to do? I hear there’s a shopping area right on Ocean Boulevard a little south of here as well as the Swimming Hall of Fame, and I think there’s a Navy destroyer in port and open for visitation. You might check that out.”

  “That sounds interesting. What do you think, Cyndy?”

  “Fine with me.” Cyndy looked at Vaughn to be sure she was okay with being left in Paul’s company for the afternoon, and when she nodded slightly Cyndy continued. “I do want to get some more sun later. I’m not going home without a tan.”

  He had turned to her. “I’ve reserved a theme room for your continuing education this afternoon, subbie. What do you say?” He looked a little uneasy, and that made her heart skitter just a bit. He wasn’t as sure of himself as he’d have everyone believe. Somehow, she liked him better for that little insecurity.

  “Okay, Master. That sounds interesting.” Now he grinned, and her stomach did a little flip in answer. Oh, boy. She thought she might be in for it now.

  Chapter Five

  In the Italian Renaissance theme room on the top floor of The Black Dahlia Hotel, Fort Lauderdale Beach, Florida, Sunday afternoon, December 27, 2015

  Vaughn looked around. This room was very elegant—it resembled something she’d expect to see in a Venetian palace on the Grand Canal. Wow. The art and furniture were appropriate to an early era. The walls were painted an old gold color and were slightly distressed as one would expect to find in one of those old palaces. Large antique gilt mirrors stood centered on three walls, adding to the visual mood. An attempt had been made to relegate the BDSM equipment to the background so as not to disturb the ambiance of the room.

  When her eyes lit on the elaborate bed though, she gulped. Vaughn had an interest in and passion for antique and vintage linens. The bed looked like a golden wedding cake piled high with luxurious pillows on a silk comforter, except for the gilded gold chains and handcuffs attached to each corner of the frame. Wow again. It was a fantasy-come-true. There was a gold silk brocade lady’s dressing gown draped over the footboard.

  “Now, sub, disrobe, hang your clothes in the armoire, put on your cuffs, and assume the slave position. We are in the scene.”

  The room was so opulent she had almost forgotten the reason they were there. Her heart warmed a little more when she realized that Paul wanted to make this first experience special for her. That was really thoughtful. “Yes, Master.” She hurried to the armoire near the front door to comply while still looking around and taking in her surroundings. She noticed the ice bucket with a bottle of champagne sticking out of the top on the dresser near the door, and she had also noticed a small refrigerator in the bottom of the armoire. They really didn’t stint on anything at the Black Dahlia.

  Vaughn glanced at Paul. He was just pulling his tight black T-shirt over his head. God. His torso was magnificent, and she was dying to run her fingers through the sprinkling of dark hair on his chest. She’d also like to follow the happy trail down past the waistband of his leathers. “Did you know about this room?”

  “Of course. When I asked the concierge for something special for our first time, he suggested this room. Apparently there is a selection of private theme rooms ranging from the dungeon we’re using for the class to a French bordello, a Middle Eastern harem, a Victorian library, a pirate captain’s cabin, a school room, and a corporate office. This one is called Italian Renaissance. Maybe we’ll get
a chance to try them all.” Then he looked at her with one eyebrow raised. He knew she was stalling.

  Uh oh. Time to get naked again. She’d better get moving. She hung her clothes in the armoire. He looked like he was ready to eat her up. She wondered if he’d let her put on the beautiful dressing gown. Probably not. She had to suck it up. He certainly hadn’t given her any reason to think he didn’t love her body.

  “I’m waiting, sub. I know this is your first time, but I’m getting impatient.”

  She poked her head around the door of the armoire. “Did you know there’s a refrigerator in here?” When his dark eyebrows came together in annoyance, she said, “Yes, Master. Hurrying, Master.”

  * * * *

  Paul could see that Vaughn was hesitating. It seemed that the necessity of getting naked was putting a crimp in the scheme of things. He had to deal with that problem decisively or it would keep cropping up. “Sub, I’m tired of waiting. I suggest you hustle. I want to see you kneeling on the floor naked—now.” When she didn’t move fast enough he said, “I think you need a correction to start this afternoon’s entertainment.” He could see her gulp as she closed the armoire door and hurried into the center of the room.

  “Yes, Master.” She dropped into position.

  He walked around examining her body before he checked the fit of her cuffs. “Sub, I get the feeling that you are uncomfortable in your own skin. I’ve told you that you are an exceptionally beautiful woman with a perfect body. Do you doubt your Master? Are you questioning his taste?”

  “No, Master.” She didn’t sound convinced. He’d have to work on that.

  “Are you ready to begin? Remember your safe words are red, yellow, and green. I see you’re wearing bands for no extreme whipping, fire, breath, or blood play. Does that sum up your hard limits?”

  “Yes, Master.” He noticed she had not put on the band for no anal play, and he wondered if that was an oversight or if she might be interested in exploring that possibility. He had to admit that he would love the opportunity to fuck that fabulous ass, but a lot of new subs shied away from that, at least until they had been coaxed into it after a while.

  When she was in the slave position on the floor and he had corrected her form, he walked to the armoire and began putting toys and supplies in a wicker basket. He chose a selection of condoms, nipple clamps, a medium-size vibrator, a small pink butt plug wrapped in plastic, and a bottle of lube—just in case. He took a small wooden paddle, a pair of matched soft suede floggers, and a single tail whip from his toy bag. He grinned. He might have found his dream woman—one with an opulent body and an interest in anal play. He had to admit that he was an “ass man.” That wasn’t to say he didn’t enjoy a nice rack, but a woman’s ass always got his attention.

  “Rise.” When she was standing he pulled her into his arms for a hot and demanding kiss. Her plump breasts were crushed against his chest, and he grazed his hands up and down her back and over her butt. He whispered in her ear although there was no one else to hear him. “Subbie, it’s going to be okay. Relax.” Then he directed her over to the small, elegantly upholstered spanking bench. “On the bench, sub. I think I need to warm you up a bit.”

  “I’m not cold, Master.”

  He laughed. She was clearly still a little confused. “No, I can see that you’re not, but you are shortly going to be warmer.” He felt the slight hesitation in her movement toward the bench. “Move, sub. Every time you hesitate, you will earn another smack on that beautiful ass. I’m sure you’ve figured out that I am very eager to smack your ass.”

  Now she looked worried. He’d better get this first time out of the way in a hurry. He waited patiently as she bent over the bench until her glorious butt was raised in the air. The act of getting into position was an act of submission and probably hard for her. He quickly fastened her cuffs to the supports. Her legs were spread wide by the design of the bench, and he could see her damp pussy. She was shifting as though she was extremely uncomfortable. “Sub, I’m going to teach you to love your beautiful, world-class ass almost as much as I do.” He rubbed the globes of her butt to warm the skin. The first smack landed square on her tender “sit spot,” and she flinched. “We are not going to count. I’ll stop when your ass is nice and pink.” He thought she might be about to protest, but she still said nothing.

  He followed up with a barrage of quick, sharp slaps until he felt her skin begin to warm and his hand begin to sting. She probably didn’t realize that she was lifting her bottom into his strikes, and he could see the cream beginning to glisten on her pussy lips. Subbie had enjoyed her spanking whether she knew it or not. Paul thought that was enough for the first time. Her experience in the sub class really didn’t count. He ran his hands soothingly over her red butt and squeezed her cheeks. He hoped the added attention to her ass would help to desensitize her to the embarrassment factor. He’d love to play with her little pink rosette right now, but he thought it would be wise to wait for that.

  He released her cuffs and picked her up. He walked to the silk chaise in the corner of the room and sat down with her in his lap. He settled her against his bare chest. “I wanted to get that out of the way, subbie. I like to greet my subs with a nice fanny warming. You do know that there is a difference between punishment and play. That was play.”

  “That’s a hell of a way to say ‘hello’, Master. I don’t think I like it.”

  “No? Let’s see.” He slipped his hand down between her thighs until he encountered her well-groomed pussy. Apparently she’d had a bikini wax in honor of the trip, and the area around her labia had been waxed clean. That was all right with him, but he really didn’t care for a full Brazilian. “Nice and damp, but not drenched, subbie. Let me see what I can do about that.” He ran two fingers over her slick pussy, glanced over her clit, and she shuddered. It wouldn’t take much to tip her over into an orgasm, but he decided to wait. He wanted her to come on his cock. He began to skim his fingers between the lips of her pussy with a light pressure while he kept a firmer pressure on her clit. Soon she was shifting on his lap as she tried to increase the friction, and he felt the slick moisture begin to gather. “That’s better. I like my sub to be wet and ready.” He slipped two fingers between the lips of her pussy and rotated them until he found her G-spot. He rubbed the inside wall of her vagina, and she groaned. “Do you like that, subbie?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “Do you want more?”

  “Yes, Master, I want more.”

  “What do you want? You have to ask for it.”

  “I want you inside me, Master.”

  He shifted her weight until she was astride his lap. He reached down and popped the buttons on his leathers. Ah, relief. His hard dick sprang out of the opening at full attention. He pulled her over his cock. “Rub that sweet pussy over my cock, subbie. I want to feel that slick honey.”

  She began to stroke her hot, wet pussy over him with enthusiasm. “No coming until I give you permission. You have to hold back no matter what.” If anyone was going to have a hard time holding back, it would be him. The feel of her wet, slippery center contrasted with the short blonde hair cushioning her plump mound was exquisite. When he could stand the friction no more he efficiently rolled on a condom. He lifted her and brought her down on his hard shaft. “Work that fine ass, baby. Serve your Master.” Was that too much? She had blinked at that one. Well, she’d have to get used to submitting to his desires sooner rather than later. He reached around and slapped her bottom. “Faster.” She curled her fingers over his shoulders and began to ride him. He tightened his hands around her small waist and directed her strokes. Her bottom slapped against his thighs. “Harder.” She increased her speed and the length of her strokes.

  * * * *

  Vaughn was flying. Higher, faster. She’d never experienced anything as hot and intense. Her ass and her pussy were on fire. She didn’t think she could hold back her orgasm. “Master, please let me come. I don’t think I can hold it.”
r />   “Another minute, subbie. I need a little more so we can come together.”

  She began to count backward from one hundred. One hundred, ninety-nine, ninety-eight, ninety-seven, ninety-six…That was the only way she could concentrate on something other than the fire between her legs as she rode Paul with abandon. Eighty-nine, eighty-eight, eighty-seven, eighty-six. She was coming. She was coming. She couldn’t stop the rush of heat that rolled through her from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. He followed her over the edge with a blast of hot cum as her orgasm pulsed through her veins. Finally she collapsed on him, her ample breasts cushioned on his ripped abs. She was breathing hard. She could hear her respiration and her heartbeat against his chest. A light sheen of sweat had broken out on her skin. He wrapped his arms around her and held her close.

  “That was extraordinary, Vaughn. Just excellent.”

  No man had ever said that to her before. She felt a glow of pride tighten around her heart. She’d always thought she was a little lacking in the sex department, that her lack of confidence in her body had hurt her performance. Well, Master Phillip Paul Proffit had blasted right through that barrier—with some encouraging words and a hot bottom. She snuggled against his warmth, and then she felt him reach behind and pull a soft black blanket over her body.

  “Rest, baby. Just rest on your Master. We’re just getting started.”

  * * * *

  When they had both settled down, Paul stood up with Vaughn in his arms and walked to the opulent bed he had seen her checking out with interest. He put her down while he pushed the decorative pillows to the floor, pulled the covers back, and then stripped out of his boots and leathers. He had them both tucked into the comfortable bed in a minute with her spooned up against his chest. He relaxed. This was the part he usually avoided with subs because it led to unreal expectations on their parts, but with Vaughn it just felt right. She felt right in his arms. She was dozing but he was wide awake. He hadn’t felt such comfort with a woman in a long time. Everything about her was perfect. She wasn’t too small and dainty for his big frame, they complimented each other sexually, she was intelligent, and she was far from a doormat sub. He didn’t enjoy topping a woman who couldn’t stand up to him when she needed to. The gift of submission given by a strong woman was priceless.