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  "Ready? You sure? Er, Sir."

  "That it scared me shitless?" He chuckled. "Oh yeah. And definitely ready. Even if English is not my first, or second language, I got that. Did you mean to call red?"

  "Nope. I was all excited. Scared, well duh cos its all new. Hoping it didn't make me scream and bellow like a wounded cow or sommat. But wet and ready. I even, oh hell this is so embarrassing."

  "Even? Look at me and tell me, kitten." That ‘I am your Dom' voice made her juices gush. She shot her head up from where she'd been staring at the weave of his denims to look at his face. What she saw there, nonjudgmental, reassuring and well, almost loving, was all the encouragement she needed.

  "I almost came just thinking about what was going to happen."

  He laughed and patted her cheek. "I was going to make your ass red. And show you the difference between punishment pain and pleasure pain."

  Was?

  "Look did you actually touch me? As in." She felt the heat rush to her cheeks. Dammit, why oh why can't I have the hair without the temper and blushing? It's not a lot to ask, is it? "Smack me in anger?"

  "I'd never touch you in anger." He looked astonished she would even ask. "That's not what I'm about. A punishment spanking is decided on because you've been bratty, or gone against my diktat. And never decided or acted upon, in anger."

  "Then I dreamed it?"

  "Dreamed what?"

  "That you hit me so hard, it hurt so bad, I cried red."

  Chapter Seven

  "What?" Claudio lifted her off his lap and stood her chest to chest with him. He tilted her head up by pulling on her hair, and winced when she winced. Why was it all going pear shaped? He'd never been so immediately and deeply drawn to anyone as he had to Seonagh, and naively perhaps, thought she felt the same.

  When she'd agreed to learn a little about his life and needs, he'd been ecstatic and ignored the cautionary voice in his head saying slow down. After all her dads were…were what? Switches most likely. So surely she'd been au fait with what he suggested or run. She hadn't run.

  "Elucidate, kitten."

  "Did you start to spank me, Sir?"

  "No, I did not." His accent was thicker, a sure sign he was emotional.

  "Then I had a sort of a dream or something. I swore you did, and it hurt."

  "I didn't and it will hurt. I can't emphasize that enough. I enjoy giving pain. The right sort. Part pain and then pleasure. Kitten do you trust me? You should. I've never been vanilla for so long in my life. Plus, your papas do, or I wouldn't be here alone in your company."

  She nibbled her lips, and then put her fingertip between her lips and onto her front tooth. Claudio resisted the urge to snatch her hand away and bite the offending digit.

  Do not make things worse.

  "Gatáki? Answer me please. Do not leave me hanging like a spider on his web."

  She giggled as he meant her to. "You're no spider, Sir. And yes, I do trust you. I think my mind went into what if overdrive and overrode my common sense. I was sinking into a nice floaty place and ready and waiting when wham, I went weird."

  Claudio tugged her close so his hard cock pressed against her tummy. He'd have to stand her on a stool if he wanted to fuck her like that. Even though she was tall, he had a good six inches on her.

  "And why do you think you went—weird?" He clenched a delicious handful of her ass in each hand and nipped. She pushed into him and ground herself on his dick and he tightened his hold. "Stop it now, unless you want me to fuck you over the sofa? In your ass? Because that's a perfect height for anal." Why was he acting one hundred percent like a dick? His prick needed no help in that department. "Ah, sorry, Seonagh. I'm acting like a right asshole. Blame it on my horniness and disappointment."

  "I know a way to help." She licked her lips. "If I may?"

  "You do? What?" He couldn't keep the wariness out of his voce. "If you're hurt, my Dom-ness will be negated by being strung up in the club and used for a whipping post. I'm a sadist not a masochist. That idea does not sound good."

  "Then Sir, you'll have to make sure my hurts are good hurts, and my bruises for our eyes only. Now how did you want me to present myself?"

  She lifted her arms upward and released his grip. Where had she learned that trick? "Now let me see." Seonagh tilted her head to one side and put her finger to her lips in a parody of a dumb blond thinking. He laughed. It was playful and perfect.

  "Ah, I know. One moment please, Sir."

  He nodded, as he wondered where her teasing was going.

  She gave him what could only be described as a wicked, evil grin, and curtseyed. "Thank you, Sir."

  He nodded. "I like the curtsey."

  "Then maybe one day we should incorporate it?" She did it again, dipped her head low as she did so, and stood once more. He wondered if she'd studied dance in her youth and made a note to ask her.

  Claudio stuck his hands in his pockets and groaned inwardly as the action stretched the denim over his cock almost tight enough to cut off the circulation down there. Seonagh let her eyes flicker in that direction and then looked upward again. She grinned, and shook her head to swing her hair around her head. Claudio could swear he saw sparks fly and hear the crackle of static in it as it settled around her shoulders like a flaming red cape.

  “I saw a typo in a book once," she said. "At least I thought it was a typo, now I'm not so sure. It described the bulge a guy's cock created as a bugle."

  Claudio roared with laughter. "You, kitten can play with and blow on my bugle anytime."

  "Do you blow or suck one?"

  "Ah, cara, either or. Feel free."

  Seonagh giggled. "Yes. Sir." She walked back to the sofa and slowly and deliberately bent over the arm.

  "Sir? I believe I'm due a punishment spanking for being bratty, and a loving one for admitting it."

  Her voice was husky, but her sincerity rang through.

  "Yes, kitten. And?" He was damned sure she would ask for it.

  "Then." She took a deep breath. "Please spank me, Sir and show me the difference."

  ****

  Would he? Had she totally screwed up? God, she hoped not. Why on earth she'd flaked, Seonagh had no idea but she was going to do her damnedest not to do it again. She wanted this.

  The touch of his hand as he stroked her leg again was oh so welcome. The cool air on her ass as he lifted her skirt even more so.

  "I should add another ten to your punishment for scaring the life out of me, eh, kitten?" His voice was soft and contemplative. "And more for not taking up my offer to ah, blow my bugle?"

  Seonagh gulped. Hell no, I've only just got my head around twelve. "Er, I'd prefer you to stick to your original plan, Sir." Then I'll blow your bugle with pleasure.

  He laughed. "Good kitten, you said what you meant. And for that I'll go gently on you a few punishment swats and then some pleasure, eh?"

  She let her breath out in a whoosh. That sounded much better. "Yes please, Sir."

  "Color?"

  "Green."

  "Ready?"

  "Ready, with the deeee after the red."

  He chuckled and then something flat and stingy hit her left ass cheek. She would have jumped if he hadn't held her down.

  "Let it flow into you, ride with it."

  The next swat on her other butt cheek was harder and the pain radiated out like a bitch with PMT. She swore under her breath, and bit her lip. This was a punishment, sure, but people agreed to shit like this? It was fucking sore and…the next few swats came thick and fast and drew tears from her eyes. After every two spanks, Claudio rubbed the stinging globes and whispered words of encouragement to her.

  Seonagh breathed as shallowly as she could. Didn't it say somewhere it was the best way to cope with pain? Well whoever it was, lied through their teeth. It wasn't fucking working. The three-lettered word to end her torment hovered on the edge of her tongue and then, to her eternal relief she head Claudio speak.

  “Well done kitten, taken li
ke a pro. Now let me make you fly."

  He pressed a butterfly kiss to the nape of her neck and she sighed, long and low. Her clit was so tight it also hurt, and her pussy muscles didn't know whether to relax, tighten or do 'the dance of the cheese grater up my ass crack thong'.

  “Color, kitten?"

  "Ohhhh, green." She slurred the words. Her ass stung like crazy but the pulse that throbbed between it and her cunt more than compensated there.

  The sound of whatever it was on her skin was louder than before, but somehow the pain was different. It spread slowly, morphing from a short harsh pain that become a long slow dance on her senses. Every fiber of her being concentrated on the feel of the implement, the depth of its connection, and the soft murmured words of encouragement from her Sir. Deep inside herself she knew she hadn't reached the elusive sub-space, not yet, but this was good. Very good. Just one thing was missing.

  "Such a good little kitten. A perfect subbie for her Sir. Would my little kitten like a good fucking?"

  Oh wouldn't she just?

  "Yes please, Sir."

  ""Hmm, my little kitten deserves a treat for being so good." He slid his finger into the crack of her ass, and teased the ring of muscles. "Here?"

  Any which way you chose.

  "Or maybe for our first time I'll be a little more conventional. Maybe. Don’t move."

  He was going back to the kitchen again. Seonagh searched her mind for anything that he might use for whatever came next.

  "I had the awful thought the door wasn’t locked. This is between us, kitten no one else. No worried papas or need a chat friends. You and me."

  That sounded good.

  "Now where were we, oh yes." The sound of a zipper being lowered was loud in the quiet room. She couldn't see what he was doing but she had a damned good idea. Two thuds could be boots kicked off and a rustle—maybe a condom packet opened? Her clit went into overdrive and her pussy was so wet, Seonagh tried to clench her legs together to stop her juices coating her thighs.

  "None of that, kitten. Let me see." Claudio kicked her legs apart non-too gently. "Subbies who don't let their Sirs see how wet they are will find themselves on a spreader faster than you can say flog me. Ah now that is nectar." She felt his head nuzzle her and then his tongue licked the skin between her perineum and slit.

  Seonagh almost lot the plot. She arched upwards and gave a long keening wail. Claudio pushed her down and continued that erotic rasp.

  "I want to fuck you now, kitten. In the cunt with you like this. Spread over the arm, your arse in the air and your luscious tits aching and taut. However as much as I want to eat you out, suck your nipples and mark you, I need to fill you first. Are you ready for that? Or do you want a little more sadistic fun before? An amuse bouche before the starters and mains?"

  "If I have anything other than the main course I might be too sated to appreciate it, Sir. I'd rather savor one thing in full than taste a few and not have the time to appreciate them properly."

  He chuckled. "I like a subbie who knows her mind. Brace yourself."

  She tensed and he tapped her ass, right where she thought—hoped—a carefully placed bruise might be forming.

  "Relax… just feel." His cock nudged the entrance to her pussy channel. Wet hot, hard and she wanted it all.

  Seonagh pushed her ass backwards. His cock edged into her and she gripped it with her inner muscles and pushed back again.

  Claudio bit her neck, and brought one hand around her, to find, grasp and pinch her nipple.

  Oh god, I love that.

  "More, please Sir, ahhh." She didn’t give a monkey’s if it was protocol, wrong, right or indifferent. She had to ask. He moved his fingers to apply the same pressure to her other nipple, surged forward and filled her.

  "I won't last long," Claudio panted as he built up a fast and furious thrust and withdraw rhythm. "I'm going to fuck you so hard, I'll be imprinted on you. In you. A reminder of who you belong to. You're mine, kitten, my sub, and my lover."

  "Yes," Seonagh gasped as each time he lunged into her she bounced off the chair arm. His arm clamped her boobs, and he still nipped one hard nub tightly.

  "My cunt, my ass, my tits, my kitten." Claudio tightened his hold on her waist. “My kitten, to fuck or play, you're mine."

  "Oh… oh yes."

  "Mine." He stiffened, moved his hand to her clit and pinched hard. "My kitten, come now." He stirred deep inside her. Touched her soul and came with a roar.

  Seonagh shuddered and joined him. Her body was on fire, the invisible link from clit to nipple thrummed with energy and arousal, and her juices coated both of them. A myriad of color spun around her, and she saw stars.

  Claudio slumped onto her back. "Exaísia, squisito, exquisite. Perfect…"

  Perfect. Oh yes.

  "Perfect." She agreed. Then she stopped thinking and let her emotions take her where they chose.

  How long they stayed like that, his cock buried in her cunt, Seonagh couldn't even hazard a guess. Eventually she got pins and needles in her toes and tried to wriggle them.

  Claudio groaned. "Ah, sorry, kitten. I'll move. If I can." The weight on her back decreased. "Let me dispose of our protection. Ah better." She was helped to her feet. "I'd carry you, but I think I'd drop you if I did."

  Seonagh nodded, still too breathless to speak properly. She fell backward onto the settee and watched Claudio do the same next to her. He missed her by inches. As the cushions bounced and settled she glanced at him and sighed.

  “It should look funny seeing your cock at half mast and your kecks around your ankles but strangely all I can think is sexy I want more…" She stopped speaking abruptly and put her hand over her eyes.

  "Oh, fuck my runaway mouth."

  Claudio smirked and pointed his cock in her direction. "Give me five minutes."

  "Pardon?" Seonagh said slowly. What was he on about?

  "To get my strength back. Before I fuck your runaway mouth." His eyes twinkled as she groaned. "You must listen to what you say, kitten."

  "Okay."

  "So, what more do you want?" His voice changed from playful and light to all out serious.

  "I want…" Crunch time again. "I want," she said clearly. "You. To be yours. Or, well, see if we can work it out."

  Claudio stated at her intently, and then traced a line down her face, across the tip of her nose to her lips. She stuck her tongue out, swiped the end of the digit and sucked it. He used another finger to tap her nose. "It sounds good, kitten. However now I have a confession to make. My playroom at home is in the process of being renovated. I had hoped to have it finished for us, but…" He shrugged. "It isn't. On the plus side, now maybe you can help me?"

  "Ohh, yeah, I'd love to. But why is that a problem?"

  Claudio put his arm around her shoulder and drew her closer. Seonagh gave into temptation and slung one of her arms around his middle and put her head on his chest.

  "Because for the first time ever, I have no desire to play at Dommissimma. I want you for myself and not to share in anyway." He rolled his eyes. "I want you my kitten, all for myself. To explore what we are and what we want. Only with you. What do you say?"

  "I say yes."

  He dragged up his jeans and without bothering to snap them shut lifted Seonagh into his arms, kissed her, and swung her in a circle.

  "My, kitten, thank you." He teased and nipped her lips. "My kitten, all for me?"

  She nodded. "All for you, whatever you ask, I'll try."

  "Or color out," Claudio said firmly.

  "Yes, Sir."

  He flicked her chin. "I'm yours then, and you are mine. One day, I hope to collar you and show the world our connection. You see I realize what else I am. Caveman, Neanderthal, and probably not that Dom-like at times. Sadistic? Well I can be more creative without spectators. Or I could if my playroom was ready."

  A sense of relief filled Seonagh. She'd have done it if he asked, played at Dommissimma in front of whoever he decreed, however,
she really didn’t want to share if either of her dads or any other of their friends were around. Therefore his words thrilled her. Not only did they show Claudio didn't want to share, he hoped for more.

  "I see no problems, Sir. You seem to have managed well so far." She picked up the silicone fish slice she'd found next to the settee, and flicked it. "If you want to improvise, I have an empty room upstairs. Well, almost empty. It has a single bed with a wrought iron bedstead, and a very pretty latticework security grill over the window." She winked. "I've a full sewing kit, with needles and a spiky tracing wheel, and somewhere a candle making kit. I wonder what a creative, sadistic Dom could create with that lot for his very willing sub?"

  The End

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