In the Zone by Sierra Cartwright Page B

attempt to top from the bottom. If you notice, as I tugged, she rose onto her toes. There are times I may try to pull her onto her toes because I like the way her body looks, but this little subbie was trying to control the amount of pain she was receiving. Isn’t that correct, Alani?”
    Did nothing get by him? A hot blush seared her face. “Yes, Sir.”
    He moved behind her. “Your tits are fabulous, Alani. Do you agree?” he asked the audience.
    Cheers and applause came from the unseen crowd.
    “Now…”
    He smacked her ass with his open hand. She jerked and moved, and the chain swayed painfully, making her miserable. She thanked him again and again as he spanked her.
    “Now, subbie, what do you have to say?”
    He’d hit her no less than ten times, jarring her, the weighted clamps tightening on her abused nipples. “Thank you for teaching me a valuable lesson, Sir.”
    “You’re very welcome. Now stand. Turn your back to our guests. Spread your legs as far apart as you can and then grab your ankles.”
    Maybe she was a masochist, but he sure as hell had a streak of sadism. The position drew her breasts downward, but mindful he was watching every move, she followed his directions perfectly.
    “Your ass is red from your spanking, sub.”
    “Yes, Sir. Thank you.” It felt as if her breasts were being pulled all the way to the floor. She tried to stay as still as possible as every movement aggravated her.
    “Now, reach back. Move your thong aside and hold it out of way and then part your buttocks.”
    She did as he said aware she was showing her ass to the audience. Even thought she was an exhibitionist, his request was a difficult one.
    Earlier, he’d warned her he was going to shove a plug up her rear. In theory that was an exciting idea, but now, with so many people watching and her nipples squished, she involuntarily clenched her ass.
    “I’ll take mercy on you, sub, and give you a finger first.”
    “Thank you, Sir.” She sincerely meant it. He could have just shoved the plug up there.
    “Spread your cheeks farther,” he said.
    She felt the firmness of his fingertip and the wetness of lube against her anal whorl.
    She was lost.
    Pain radiated through her breasts. Her ass cheeks were tender from this evening’s two impromptu spankings. And now this, unrelenting pressure.
    “Relax,” he coached.
    Easy for him to say. It wasn’t his ass being stretched wide in front of dozens of people.
    He pinched her right thigh. That distracted her long enough for him to insert his finger to the hilt. He finger-fucked her several times before sliding in a second finger.
    “Ready?”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    “Ask me, sub.”
    “Sir, please put the plug up my ass.”
    “Since you asked so nicely.”
    He left her for a moment. In her peripheral vision, she saw the beautiful stainless-steel plug, tipped with radiant jewels that sparkled beneath the lights.
    He exerted enough pressure to insert the stainless steel in a single thrust.
    She shuddered.
    “Manners?”
    “Thank you, Sir.”
    “You may stand.”
    She slowly did. Breathing was difficult, and the plug felt cold in her anal cavity.
    “I want you on the St. Andrew’s cross.”
    She moved toward it and spread her legs wide. She lifted her arms and tried to remain still while he secured her to the structure.
    Most doms were anxious to get her tied up and to beat her. He prolonged everything. There wasn’t a nerve ending that wasn’t on edge. Every movement made her breasts hurt.
    This man knew how to make her submit.
    He stood in front of her so that she looked him in the eye. “Pull back,” he told her.
    She could barely move. “That’s as far as it’s possible, Sir.”
    “Good. Good. How are you doing? Is anything outrageously uncomfortable?”
    “I’m fine, Sir. I’m stretched pretty far, but it’s nothing unbearable.”
    “Do keep that in mind,” he told their audience. “When you’re working with someone like Alani who is petite, even