“Cullen, look at me.” He lifted his eyes, and I saw a vulnerability there that I would never have expected from him. “I’m sorry for how those other subs treated you. It was wrong, and they should know better.” Cullen lifted a hand as if to wave my concern away, and I took it in mine. “Okay, so we’re going to continue with our night, and you will be getting spanked. I think you need to remember to always be honest with your Dominant. After that, we’re going to cuddle and talk. Thoughts?”
A ghost of a smile crossed Cullen's face. “Do you always get what you want?”
I shook my head, laughing. “Not always, but I really do want to continue with tonight. I think there is something here.” I looked down at where I was holding Cullen's hand. “Well, when we aren’t being obnoxious shits to each other.”
“We are really good at that though,” Cullen answered. He seemed a little more relaxed than he had been.
“I think we might be pretty good at this too, Princess. So, what do you say, ready to get that sexy arse of yours spanked?” I loved how Cullen's cheeks pinked when I called him Kitten. There was something sexy about seeing him blush.
“Yes, Sir.” Cullen's voice dipped low, and he graced me with a sweet smile.
Chapter Six
Iwas still feeling a little shocked with Perry’s admission that he was interested in continuing with me. He was still holding my hand as we walked towards the sign-in desk where Sam was standing handing out colour-coded bands to members as they came into the club, and keys and sign in sheets to those heading towards private playrooms.
“Room six is freshly clean and ready to go.” Sam held out the key on the large fob. “If you need us for anything, there are a couple of call buttons. Have fun, you two.” Sam gave me a cheeky wink, and I fought not to smile back.
This was really happening. The demonstration scene had been a taster of what I had been missing for so long. I was ashamed of how I had doubted Perry’s abilities as a Dom. I was no different from those subs who’d mocked me for being an older sub.
As Perry led us towards the back hallway that led to the playrooms, I felt like I had to say something. I tugged gently on Perry's hand, getting his attention. While he’d not put me back on speech restrictions, I still found myself wanting his permission before I spoke. It was amazing how a simple rulecould settle my brain. Being told I couldn’t speak just made things more quiet in my head somehow. I know Mouse said it was the opposite for him. His mind wandered too much if he couldn’t put voice to his thoughts and feelings.
It went to prove that kink was not a one-size-fits-all. Mouse found release in pain at a level I couldn’t, but I found my inner calm and peace in acts of submission. Having a Dominant praise me made me flush and want to fly but, like Mouse, my brat craved chaos. Sadly, I’d yet to find a Dom who could happily handle both.
Maybe Perry could, but I didn’t want to put too much stock into what we were doing that night. As far as I was concerned, the extended scene was a Band-Aid and not a permanent fix, no matter what Perry said about us doing it again. I had no doubts that he would eventually find a younger, more energetic sub to make his own.
I lifted my gaze from the floor to look into Perry's blue eyes. “Is something wrong Princess?” Gah, that pet name was going to be my undoing. The way he said it, he made me want to think of things beyond that night.
“Nothing's wrong, Sir, I just wanted to say I’m sorry.” Those words were easier to say than I thought they would be, and the small part of me which expected Perry to gloat at them was sadly disappointed. Instead, a whimper slipped out when Perry's hand came up to gently cup my cheek.
“Thank you for that, Cullen, but I suspect this is about more than just you not letting me know your knees were hurting.”
I felt heat creep up my cheeks, and I shook my head, trying to stop the flush of embarrassment from creeping higher, a fool's errand of course. “No, it’s not that, Sir, and I know the spanking you have planned will help remind me to not do that again.” I chuckled nervously. “I, um—” I could be honest with him like he was with me. “I didn’t think you were going to be the sort of Domthat could handle me, but I was wrong. You’ve been amazing tonight.” I looked away from Perry, but his hand on my cheek wouldn’t let me. “I wish I’d been a better sub for you—” I was brought up short by Perry placing a finger to my lips.
“We agreed tonight you would be mine.” Perry’s tone was darker and more forceful than I’d heard during the night. I nodded, agreeing, not sure what he was getting at. His fingers had moved from my lips to grip my chin, his focus entirely centred on me.
“Yes, Sir.”
“I will not have my property spoken badly of.” He arched a light blond brow. “I think that might earn an additional few spanks of that sexy arse.”
Extra spanks noted, but he thinks my arse is sexy.
I knew I looked like a shocked fish with the way I was gaping, but Perry didn’t seem to mind as he gently shook my chin, then let go.
“How are your knees feeling right now? And remember to answer me honestly.”
I bent my knees slowly and smiled. “They feel pretty good, Sir. I’m sure the pain was just from it being a while since I last knelt. I promise.”
“Good boy. Remember, Princess, you can use your safe word at any time. Now, follow me.” Excitement and nerves were battling it out and I wasn’t sure which would win. Lifting my head slightly, I saw Aiden standing to one side talking to Cal. He nodded when he saw me but didn’t approach. I was sure I was going to get a call the next day, with him wanting to know everything.
I didn’t wave or even smile, but he knew I’d seen him. I turned back to look at Perry's back and followed him towards the corridor where the private rooms were.
The private room Perry led us to was set up like a posh sitting room with a large wingback chair and fancy ottoman large enough that a sub could be bent over it and fucked, or be a place where a sub could kneel and present him or herself to their master. There was a large bed taking up a significant portion of the room, and I knew there were numerous tie points all over the bed frame, though I had yet to enjoy it for myself. Sir led me to the ottoman and had me kneel upon it.
I sat with my back straight and my palms resting open on my thighs and let out a slow breath then breathed in. I could smell the faint scent of furniture polish and leather, and underneath it all the unmistakable smell of sex. I felt a familiar excitement rise, and I smiled, letting myself get caught up in the moment. How long had it been since I’d felt the sting of a hand on my arse? Hell, how long had it been since I’d been touched?
I shivered when I felt Perry's hand touch my back lightly, then it was gone, and he was standing in front of me looking stern and masterly. His gaze was intense, and I was torn between dropping my eyes and holding his gaze. Before I could decide either way, Perry reached out to cup my chin in his fingers.
“Do you understand why you are being punished tonight, Cullen?” Perry’s firm tone flowed over me, calming nerves I didn’t know I had.
