After the sixth strike, Aggie removed her foot from the back of Loser’s head and rubbed his red ass with one hand. “Do you want more?”

“Plug me, Mistress V. Please. Please.”

“I don’t think you screamed loud enough to be plugged.”

“I’m sorry, Mistress V.” He gasped, literally in tears. “I’ll do better. Three more, please.”

She struck him three times in succession, and if she didn’t think he screamed loud enough this time, she was in need of a hearing aid. “Good boy,” she crooned. “Release.”

He let go of his leash and belly-crawled to her feet. “May I?” he whispered. “May I?”

“You may.”

Again he rubbed his face against her boots like an affectionate cat, crooning softly to her feet as she stood there and allowed it.

“Do you still want the plug?” she asked.

He started trembling uncontrollably and rubbed his face over her boots. “Y-yes, Mistress V. T-thank you.”

She nudged him aside and disappeared into the room she’d retrieved Loser from earlier. Jace wanted to ask the guy what kind of plug, but he was still gagged. Loser was avoiding looking at him anyway. It wasn’t as though Jace would recognize him if he met him on the street. His face was completely obscured by the hood. Jace’s by the black bag.

Aggie stalked back into the room, her heels clicking on the cement floor. “Assume the position.”

On his knees again, Loser planted his face on the floor, grabbed his ass cheeks in both hands and pulled them apart. Aggie took something thick, black, and glistening and inserted it into the guy’s anus. Jace flinched when she lifted one foot, pressed it against the end of the plug, and pushed it deep into the guy’s ass with a solid kick. Loser shuddered and then grabbed his dick in both hands, stroking himself in earnest. Aggie smacked his ass with the paddle again.

“No. No touching yourself until you beg for mercy.”

He released his cock, breathing hard as he struggled to contain his excitement. Aggie paddled him relentlessly now. Not as hard as before, but without pause. Hitting him so the vibration would travel through that butt plug he enjoyed. Whimpering, crying, writhing on the floor, Loser found some glorious place where pain became pleasure. After several minutes, he sputtered, “Mercy, Mistress V. Mercy.”

Though she was obviously worked up by her ministrations, her arm halted in mid-swing. She relaxed her stance. “You may proceed.”

Loser grabbed his cock and started jacking-off excitedly.

“If you get that on my floor, I’m going to make you lick it up,” she warned him.

When he sputtered with release a few seconds later, she was a woman of her word. She unzipped the mouth of his hood and forced him to lick his own cum off the floor—except she wasn’t actually forcing him. He was doing it quite willingly, eager to please his mistress. Once he’d cleaned the floor to her satisfaction, she allowed him to kiss her boots. Jace couldn’t believe making out with some chick’s boots could excite a man so much, but Loser was undoubtedly enjoying his privilege. He sucked them with his open mouth, his tongue rolling over their shiny black surfaces. He made delighted sounds in the back of his throat the entire time.

“Go clean up now,” Aggie said. “And take your butt plug with you.”

“Yes, Mistress. Thank you for your mercy.”

Loser crawled into the second room.

“Don’t come out of there until I tell you to.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

Aggie leaned over Jace and pulled the cloth from his face.

“Do you get it now?” she asked.

Jace had gotten it from the beginning, but he wasn’t like most masochists. He didn’t need the little show to accept his punishment. He knew he deserved it whether she thought he did or not.

He rolled onto his back, his hard cock pointing at the ceiling.

She sucked a breath through her teeth when she saw the evidence of his excitement. “Damn it, Jace. Why are you hard again? Did you like watching me make a grown man cry?”

He nodded vigorously. She knelt over him and slid the crotch of her panties to one side. Before he could even comprehend what she was about to do, her hot pussy sank down and his throbbing cock was buried inside her. “Why do I want you so much? Tell me why. I don’t get it. I just don’t get it.”

Aggie rode him until she came, her body going rigid as she let go. She kissed his eyelids and pulled the cloth over his face again. She regained her footing and left him there, unfulfilled, bound, gagged, and flustered, with his cock hard and his balls full and heavy. She showed Loser to the door, accepting his tribute, and showed another man into the sanctum. If she thought Jace was just going to lie there on the floor all night and watch her beat other men until they begged for her mercy, she had another thing coming. At least that’s what he was thinking before he watched the second guy beg for mercy after two lashes of Aggie’s bullwhip to the back. God, the look on her face when they submitted to her was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. She was all powerful—in total control.

A goddess. A demon. An angel.

Her submissives never saw that look. They were too busy staring at the floor or had their eyes squeezed shut tightly, but Jace saw it. When the second guy left, Aggie straddled Jace’s hips again and fucked him until her next client arrived.

“As punishment for making me crazy, I’m going to keep you around to entertain me between sessions for the rest of the night,” she said.

Was this another lesson? Fuckin’ A—she was the best teacher he’d ever had.

Aggie leaned over him and whispered into his ear. “I usually have to get myself off in the back room if I get too worked up, but this is a lot more fun.”

For her, maybe. His cock protested as she moved away again. Okay, he had to admit it. He was thoroughly enjoying this for some twisted reason. Not watching the guys being submissive to his sweet demon in leather, but watching her get off on it.

Too bad he’d never be able to give her the pleasure of his submission.

Chapter 11

Aggie almost fell off the stage when she recognized Jace sitting at a nearby table in a baseball cap and sunglasses. He should have known better than to come here. The club’s bouncers had long memories and short tempers.

She hopped off the stage and slid onto his lap. “What are you doing here?” she asked, doing her typical lap dance routine to keep the bouncers from getting suspicious.

“We’re leaving early in the morning,” Jace said. “Going back to LA. I wanted to say good-bye.”

She turned around, rubbing her ass against his crotch. “Will I get to see you again?”

“I’m sure I’ll turn up every now and then. Do you do this kind of thing a lot?”

“What kind of thing?”

“This lap dance stuff.”

“It’s part of my job, sugar.”

“Yeah, well…”

“You jealous?” she teased, turning to face him again. She didn’t know how he could possibly be jealous of anything she did after he’d survived watching her punish clients for over two hours and then still managed to fuck her properly after they’d all gone home. She’d never seen a man come so hard as he’d come last night.

He ducked his head. “Nah.”

“I’ll be finished in a few minutes. Meet me in the alley, and I’ll give you a proper good-bye.”

“This isn’t so bad as far as good-byes go.” He chanced a glance at her, grinning crookedly.

She leaned forward to give him a good view of her breasts and traced the edge of his ear with her fingertips. “If this is enough of a good-bye for you, then—”

“I’ll meet you in the alley.”

She grinned at him and returned to the stage, cracking her whip at some pasty-faced businessman who was drooling all over himself and fluttering a twenty-dollar bill in her direction. The guy shuddered with a mixture of fear and excitement as the whip stirred his hair, but didn’t touch his skin. She should give him her card. Invite him to her sanctum of pain. Talk him into thinking he could take thirty minutes and break him in two. Easy money. She didn’t offer her services to him though. She wasn’t sure why she hesitated.