Overjoyed that Bethany has been accepted into Madam Clairette's world of doms and subs, Daniel must turn his submissive over to the very man who broke him years before. Keegan is eager to pick up the gauntlet in his capable hands, and take Bethany to the next level of submission.
Bethany still lay in bed, just as Daniel left her; a blonde angel in sleep. Granted, a naked one, but angelic nonetheless.
Her vivid blue eyes blinked open, as if sensing she was being watched. Her full, dark pink lips tugged into a smile when she spotted Daniel. But then she saw Keegan, and her eyes widened, sitting up faster than a coiled spring.
The silk sheets fell from her full breasts, crowned with rosy nipples. Side-swept bangs partially obscured her expression. Bethany stilled like a deer caught in headlights.
"Get up, submissive. And greet your master properly," Keegan said in a low, husky voice, which was better than distilled sex.
After a second of hesitation, Bethany slowly moved to the edge of the bed. Daniel winced. He would've allowed this impertinence, so Bethany didn't know she did wrong. When Keegan smirked, Bethany cocked her head, looking him right in the eye.
Daniel looked at the floor, and bit his lip. At that moment, he understood exactly why Madam Clairette chose Keegan to break Bethany. While she acted as a submissive, she still didn't get the extent of what she should be doing, how she would react. But she would. He saw the flash of that knowledge in Keegan's eyes.
"Kneel before me, sub. And be quick about it this time," Keegan barked. The coiled muscles in his shoulders and back were defined through his tank.
Bethany did as ordered, knowing well enough to stare at the floor as she scrambled to her knees in front of him, her thighs parallel with his calves.
"I can already see you lack in areas, but we'll fix that immediately." Keegan crossed his arms, his thick-as-tree-trunk biceps bulging. His long, tapered fingers tapped the elbow of his other arm. "Let's start off with the basics. I speak, you listen. Only my words mean anything to you now. That means when I give an order, you immediately obey without question or complaint. You do not speak unless spoken to, and only if I give you permission first. The answers will be as short as possible. If I am displeased with how you handle yourself or disobey me, there will be a punishment of my choosing."
"Like a spanking?" Bethany said with humor.
My brow cocked, waiting. Another mistake.
"Okay," Bethany replied.
Mistake number two. Daniel knew that had been a test. And her first punishment would be soon to follow.
"Did I ask you to speak?" Keegan said. A test. Would she answer him? Bethany shut her mouth and kept it that way. He reached out, and ran his fingers down her tousled hair. "Daniel, could you please get my backpack I left in the hallway?"
"Of course." Daniel retrieved the package, handling the bag with care when exchanging hands. He had only a vague idea what would be in the bag. With Keegan, one could only be so sure about what tricks were to come.
Keegan pulled out a collar with shiny spikes protruding from the collar at regular intervals, reminiscent of something a Rottweiler would wear. Also, a five-foot leash.
Without saying a word, he lifted Bethany's hair from her neck, coiling the collar around her neck, and then attached the leash. With flashing blue eyes, he straightened.
Bethany stared up at him with this "Now what?" clearly etched on her face. This was as good as actually speaking the words themselves.
Keegan's smile turned absolutely predatory. He reached to yank down his shorts, allowing his already stiff cock to bounce free. His hand clutched in her hair the same moment he said in a husky voice, "Suck it."
He pulled her closer, and she opened her mouth to accept the thick girth. She moaned low in her throat as she took more of him. Daniel's lips parted at the sight, feeling his own shaft twitch while Bethany worked him.