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“Now, subbie, it’s my turn.” His voice was deliberately deep, guttural, and trilled with a hidden promise in its depth. Swirling with sparks of silver, his eyes darkened, like a tumultuous sea during a storm as she started, then immediately questioned his intention.
He accommodated her, briefly, purely because he wanted to see how far she was prepared to go with her pretense. However, his patience to touch her spurred him to cut short the debate.
“Inspect.” Master Crow never repeated an instruction and expected those he gave to be obeyed without hesitation. For that reason, he always carried his crop with him to ensure errant subs’ misdemeanors were immediately corrected.
“Good girl,” he praised when she immediately jackknifed into position. “A pity all the areas I wish to inspect are covered.”
Nudging her feet wider with a boot, he traced the edge of her panties with his fingers. With raised eyebrows, he looked down at her, enjoying the red-hot embarrassment scoring her cheeks, in acknowledgement of the discovery he made. Pushing the mini skirt out of the way to bundle around her waist, he rasped in a low voice, “Since this little slip of satin is soaking wet, let’s just rid you of it, shall we?”
The horror on her face when he roughly tore the panties from her body awakened the beast inside him, and no surprise, he started purring in delight.
“Problem, sub?”
“No, Sir.”
Crack!
“Oww!” she cried out at the sharp sting of his crop against her inner thigh.
He reveled in the hurt-filled eyes blinking up at him.
“The rules and protocols were explained in detail upon arrival at the club. So, too, the repercussions of not adhering to them, trainee or not,” he explained patiently. His voice darkened. “Who is your sir, sub?”
“I’m sorry, Master Crow.” Hunter noticed her fingers turning white from clutching her ankles in a death grip, probably in an effort not to reach up and stroke the red line marking her skin. “I won’t forget again.”
“I suspect you won’t.”
Lillian was clearly unsettled, and her reaction was like a red flag to the dormant sadist in him, teasing him to come out and play. He wouldn’t classify himself as a sadist Dom, but now and then, he had a tendency to enjoy making a sub suffer… especially those who deserved it.
Mindfucking was at the top of his list of sadistic games he used to torment subs. The sharp crack of the crop against his pants caused her to wince and bite her bottom lip as he studied her silently. An insolent gaze crawled over her exposed femininity, causing the blush to ripen a shade darker.
Hunter loved subs with strong personalities—it made for exciting challenges in teaching them the ways of true submission. Probing and pushing their limits helped him evaluate their true needs, while simultaneously allowing him the opportunity to familiarize himself with their tells.
Insofar as Lillian was concerned, the stash of habits was piling up. The bottom lip suffering abuse was a sign of insecurity and fear. The flash of her eyes was unchecked but showed annoyance. Avoiding his eyes was a surefire sign she was lying.
“Now, let’s start a proper inspection, shall we?” The immediate bloom of crimson heat over her face made the beast purr and claw for more. It was the kind of reaction that fed the semi-sadist in him, the desire to completely fuck with her mind until she became lost in a vortex of muddled feelings. The yearning to watch her unable to fight the sensations he awakened in her, making her crave more—from him and him alone—was as unsettling as it was exciting.
Hunter started at the direction of his thoughts. It had been years since he had any interest in pursuing a relationship, inside or outside of the club. That his subconscious mind even hinted in that direction was disturbing. The woman was a fraud. He knew that, so how the hell would he consider anything other than finding out what she was all about and bringing her deceit to light?
Resolutely pushing the thoughts aside, he lightly ran his palms over her rounded buttocks, then brushed his hands over her flanks and thighs before fluttering his fingers up and down her labia. He grinned at her choppy breathing as he gently pulled them apart.
“Oh Lord,” she hissed as a thick finger disappeared deep inside her pussy.
“Hmm, such a delightful welcome, subbie,” he purred as he found her hot and wet, clenching around his digit as he swirled it deep, gently teasing the satiny walls deep inside her.
“Gaawd,” she wailed, jerking as he prodded a finger against her anus.
“Keep your form, my pet,” he growled a warning. Hunter was pleasantly surprised by her reaction. The sensual redhead wasn’t a virgin to BDSM, but she most definitely hadn’t had her anal cherry popped. The thought of being the one to do the honors brought a low growl to crawl from his chest, resulting in her eyes widening as her loins responded with a gush of liquid coating his finger, now hilted deep inside her.
“Ah, yes. Exactly the reaction I was looking for.”
Lilith
“Straighten up.”
Oh, thank fuck!Relief washed over her, and she made short work of unfolding her frame. It was short lived when his next order flooded her mind.
“Remove the rest of your clothing, please.”
