Dec's Downfall: (A Brothers of Devil's Comfort Book 5) (Brothers of Devil's Comfort MC) by Brair Lake Page B

light where Ivy has begun to sweat.
    “Dec.”
    Whack. As I move pass Ivy; I give her bottom a quick reprimand.
    “What did I say Baby Girl.”
    For a moment Ivy is quiet, her glare, mutinous as she watches me.
    “That I have to call you Sir.”
    “Good Girl.”
    With a pat to the bed, I smile indulgently at Ivy.
    “Climb onto the bed Ivy and place yourself in position, just like the night at the hotel. “
    As soon as Ivy is on the bed, I begin to click the handcuffs onto her wrists and ankles.
    “Ivy, if there’s anything you don’t like or don’t understand, use your safe word. You remember them don’t you?”
    “Yes.”
    “Tell me.”
    “Pumpkin and Unicorn.”
    “Good Girl and what happens if you say pumpkin.”
    “You stop what you are doing and we talk.”
    “Good Girl, and if you say Unicorn.”
    “You stop and I leave.”
    With a kiss to her forehead, I again praise Ivy.
    “Baby Girl, this time I’m going to use a blindfold. If you become scared, tell me.”
    Ivy bobbed her head as her eyes follow the black cloth coming closer to her face. As soon as it is in place, I check I haven’t tied the cloth too tight and give her wrists and ankles another check.
    “Baby Girl, give a tug on the chains and tell me if they’re too tight.”
    “They’re fine Dec.”
    “Ivy.”
    “Sorry. They’re fine Sir.
    “Good Girl. Now I’m going to poor some wax onto your body.”
    When Ivy’s body tenses up and her mouth begins to open, I lean over her body, and do what I’ve craved to do all evening I kiss her. It’s a sweet long kiss, and when I begin to feel the tendrils of the kiss touching my heart, I pull back quickly and for a moment, I lose my composure and panic. With a deep breath, I reach for the candle, which I had lit earlier.
    “Relax Baby Girl, and remember if you don’t like it, use your word. If you tell me to stop, I’ll ignore you. Do you understand?”
    “Yes.”
    “Yes what?”
    “Yes Sir.”
    “Good. Now what’s your safe word Baby Girl if you have any questions?”
    “Pumpkin.”
    As Ivy answers me, I spill a little of the special wax onto her stomach. At the contact, Ivy involuntary arches up, and I drip some more wax, this time, watching as it trails over her flesh. As I spill a little more, I move my free hand down to Ivy’s pussy and feel the dampness between her legs. Oh yes, my baby is excited. Again, I drop a little more wax, this time, I spill it just above her nipple, and Ivy’s gasp fills the room. Again, another drop, this time on her other tit, just as I stroke the hot flesh between her pussy lips, Ivy gives a tug on the handcuffs, her body arching once more.
    “Dec.”
    “Two.”
    “What.”
    “So far you’ve earned yourself two punishments.”
    “How.”
    “That’s three now. One, for questioning me, when I told you to strip, the second one for calling me Dec and not Sir, and the third one for questioning me a second time. For each error you make Baby Girl. You’ll receive five spanks, that’s fifteen you’ve earned already.
    Eager, to punish Baby Girl, I drip the wax into her belly button. A shot of desire shoots through me at Ivy’s gasp. Placing the candle back onto the bedside cabinet, I reach for the small hand paddle, the one I’m going to use on Ivy’s pussy. My baby enjoyed having her pussy spanked the last time.
    “Lift your hips Baby Girl.”
    Blindly, Ivy lifts her hips, and I place the two pillows, which I had thrown onto the floor earlier, beneath her hips.
    “Baby Girl.”
    “Yes.”
    “Baby Girl.”
    “Sorry, Yes Sir.”
    “I’m going to spank your pussy now. You like that, don’t you Baby Girl.”
    Ivy’s head nods vigorously as I come to stand by the side of the bed. My eager gaze finds her pussy, which is glistening with her cream. My own mouth has begun to fill with saliva as I think about placing my tongue onto the heated flesh.
    “Baby Girl.”
    “Yes Sir.”
    This makes me smile, Baby Girl has remembered.
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