CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
BIRTHDAY SURPRISES
PART 3
Dressed in a shape-hugging leather body suit and high-topped stiletto boots, Jeanne Ellen was the epitome of the word Dominatrix. Her dark hair, cropped and tucked behind her ears made her heavily made-up eyes the focal point of attention. "Master Carlos, what a surprise!" she cooed. Then glancing coldly at the sub at his side, she acknowledged Stephanie. "Yes indeed, quite a surprise."
"Mistress Jeanne, you are familiar with my sub, Stephanie. She is the woman you helped rescue. If I am not mistaken, you two have worked together."
"Yes, I hardly recognized you Stephanie. You look so different…so much more feminine." Her words could not have delivered in a more catty voice. But Jeanne Ellen practically purred her next statement as she addressed Ranger. "You certainly know how to bring out the best in your women."
Ranger had not been aware of any rivalry between the two women, but this encounter made that suddenly evident. The sarcasm all but dripped from Jeanne Ellen's lips as she coldly addressed Stephanie. "This stops right here, right now," he thought. He did not tolerate disrespect from any of his bottoms, and would not allow one to show such insolent attitude towards his sub.
A sub is an elevated position in the BDSM lifestyle. Acknowledging someone as your sub, indicates to the community that you are in a committed relationship…usually monogamous…but very committed. A bottom, on the other hand, is a temporary partner. In some cases a bottom is trained by one or several Tops, to be a submissive; or in Jeanne Ellen's case a switch. A switch is someone who can be either the Dominant or submissive in a scene. Dressed as she was that evening, Jeanne Ellen would be addresses as Mistress. If she had been dressed as a submissive, she would not be addressed at all. Highly prized by some of the un-attached Doms as a challenging but skilled sub, Jeanne Ellen sometimes thought too highly of her stature. This night was one of those nights, and Ranger was about to put her back in her place.
"There was little effort on my part to bring out anything in Stephanie. She has been and always will be my most treasured possession. I'm sure you fully understand her position as my sub, Mistress Jeanne. Your assistance in her rescue is greatly appreciated by the both of us; however my and Stephanie's relationship is an agreed-upon monogamous one. As a token of my thanks please introduce yourself to Master Kane. He is seated with friends in the dinning room. Tell him that I have sent you to him in appreciation for his assistance in that adventure and as a reward for your role in that matter. If he accepts the offer, Mistress Jeanne, your future will be lucrative in many ways."
In one statement, Ranger had managed to muddle both women's minds. Jeanne Ellen's had her hopes of reconnecting with her former trainer and Top dashed and smashed in front of her rival. Ranger's offer to acquaint her with Lord Kane did however; open a door to the very elite in the community and the chance to advance her own notoriety. In his own way Ranger had repaid her for her loyalty and obedience. Not quite the way she had hoped, but certainly offering her an interesting future.
Steph was not sure if her heart or brain were still intact. Both had been blown apart so many times that day; the parts may still be flying in space. No words that she could ever put together would have been as perfect as the ones Ranger used against Jeanne Ellen. Somehow he managed to thank her for her help, demand obedience, remind her of her place and reward her all at the same time. His words of pride in ownership and genuine affection towards her had made tears form in the corners of her eyes. God, I love this dark and mysterious man.
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The elevator stopped on the third and final floor and they headed down the subtly lit corridor. They stopped at room #8. Using his key-card, Ranger opened the door and allowed Steph to enter first.
She took a few steps into the room and froze. It was huge. It was elegant. It was scary. Across from the door were floor-to-ceiling drapes covering, what she imagined, were large Victorian windows similar to those throughout the mansion. The walls looked velvet in texture and were the same deep burgundy as the drapes. The lighting was indirect and bounced from upward facing sconces. Certain areas had their own spot lighting. Steph was reminded of an art gallery and how major works had their own illumination.
The main feature was a king sized four-posted bed. The large brass rings mounted on the headboard, footboard and posts made the bed more foreboding than inviting. Directly across from the foot of the bed was something even more menacing. Mounted to the wall was a St. Andrew's cross. Fashioned in the same dark mahogany as all the room's furnishings, it was a strikingly beautiful piece of art. Its purpose however distracted from its beauty in Stephanie's mind.
The other furnishings looked normal and elegant…a large Chesterfield sofa and matching chair, a contoured chaise lounge and a small table with two straight-backed chairs. Two large mahogany cabinets were tucked into the corners of this sitting area. A beautiful and obviously expensive oriental rug covered the floor. All in all, the room exuded an air of elegant comfort…at least for the Dom.
Stephanie could not keep her eyes off the St. Andrew's cross. Her look of fear and trepidation was not lost on Ranger. "Easy Babe, that's for a time much farther in the future and not part of tonight's festivities. I just wanted a more private place to enjoy dessert and give you your birthday spankings."
His voice was meant to be calming, and that it was. The context of his statement however, was not. "Birthday spankings? You're kidding, right?" Steph's voice had squeaked up an octave higher.
"Isn't that the tradition? One for each year as a wish for good luck?" he teased.
Steph could not remember the last time that she had been spanked, if ever. She was sure that as a toddler, her mom must have swatted her butt. But as a school-aged kid and later, being sent to her room and grounded were the standard punishments. And as a 30-something adult, she certainly wasn't ready for what she perceived to be a sound beating. Not on her birthday…not ever.
Ranger's smile contrasted with the sinister gleam in his eyes. Steph didn't know which to trust…his comforting smile or the threat in his eyes. She chose to solve this problem in her typical way…by ignoring it. Instead she focused her attention on the promise of dessert.
Her pupils dilated and her tongue licked her bottom lips as she spotted the small chocolate fountain and assorted goodies displayed on the table. Ranger caught himself feeling a pang of jealousy. It's getting pretty bad when you look at chocolate as a rival, Manoso. Get a grip!
"First things first, Babe. Let's get you out of all these clothes. Chocolate…especially liquid chocolate…should be enjoyed in the nude. We don't want any stains on that pretty new dress. Do we?" He released the bow binding her hands and the bow at the back of her neck. The dress just fell off her body. She was standing there wearing only her stilettos. Ranger found himself getting hard. Hoping to distract her from his new rival, he gave her an order. "Now, undress me."
Chocolate is great, but mocha latte al la Manoso is divine. Thoughts of a chocolate orgy were replaced with thoughts of just a plain old orgy…if there was such a thing.
Seductively, Steph started with Ranger's tie. Untying it and slowly sliding it from around his neck, she traced the tie's travel with her fingertips; kissing him softly on his jaw when that task was completed. Next she stepped behind him and removed his dinner jacket and kissed him at the center of his shoulder blades. Returning to his front, she undid each button with care; kissing each newly bared patch of his chest. She dropped to her knees and untied his right shoe. He lifted his foot slightly and in one smooth motion Stephanie slipped off both shoe and sock. She was not about to kiss his feet. She did however, kiss her fingertips and brushed them ever so gently over the tops of his toes. She repeated the procedure on his left foot.
Ranger had been standing stoically during this whole process. He also knew that this calm demeanor was in serious jeopardy. If she as much as touches my belt buckle at this point, she will have me totally undone. I'm the one who is supposed to be in control here. He looked to his rival for rescue. "That should be sufficient for now. I won't be as involved with the dessert as you will be." With Steph's curiosity piqued, he took her by her hands and led her to the table. Holding out her chair, he beckoned her to sit.
The two foot high fountain sat in the center, offering a cascade of warm aromatic dark chocolate. Nestled in a bed of ice was a bowl of whipped sweet cream. Assorted fruits, cut in bite sized pieces were displayed in a floral pattern on a silver tray. What caught Stephanie's attention next endeared Ranger to her even more…a six inch, perfectly decorated birthday cake with one silver candle. Using the matches provided, he lit the candle with uncharacteristic flair. "Happy birthday, Babe. Make a wish and blow out the candle," he whispered.
She closed her eyes. Not so much to think of a wish, but to keep from crying the tears of joy she felt fighting their way to her eyes.
"What did you wish for, Babe?" he asked with a smile.
"I can't tell. If I tell, the wish won't come true." Steph was very sincere. She still believed in birthday wishes.
"I can make all your wishes come true. I just need to know what they are." He kissed her tenderly on her shoulder. "Now…about this gooey chocolate…"
Ranger dipped his finger in the flowing fountain and daubed chocolate on her nose. Then he licked it off. He dipped his finger again this time coating her bottom lip. He then took her lip in his mouth and sucked and licked until her lip was cleaned.
"Enough of this for right now; let's take care of those spankings first." Ranger pulled Steph from her chair and taking her firmly by her hand, led her to the chaise.
Her mind which had been in a lusty fog over the chocolate licking suddenly became clear and cautious. "Are you serious?" His statement had seemed incredulous at the time. "I'm not getting spanked. I've done nothing wrong!" The panic was obvious in her voice.
"Yes, I am very serious. You are getting spanked not because you have done something wrong, but because your Dom said that you are. Spanking is not on your hard limit list. Besides, it's not that painful and I think you need the experience." Ranger was in full Dom mode and didn't wait for her reply.
In one quick motion, he pulled her across his lap. Using his left hand to hold her left hand to the center of her back and his right leg to secure both of hers, he kept her in place. "This will ensure that birthday wish comes true. 'H'." With that statement he smacked her firmly on her ass-cheek.
Steph felt more shock and embarrassment than pain. Still, she reacted with a resounding "OUCH!"
Ranger paid no attention to her reaction and continued, "A" and another slap on the other cheek.
"This isn't funny, Carlos. I don't like this!" she protested.
The next slap wasn't preceded by a letter and was quite sharp and a little painful. "You will address me as Sir." The tone of his voice indicated his displeasure.
Steph now knew the difference between a playful foreplay spanking and a 'don't do that again' spanking. Although she didn't like the idea of either…the former was better than the latter. "Yes Sir. I forgot. I'm sorry." She tried to keep her voice from cracking. She wanted to cry more out of humiliation than pain.
"P-P" Two quick slaps followed in succession. Neither one was hard. In fact they caused more of a tingling sensation.
"Y" That slap was placed directly between her thighs. It caused a tingling sensation in a place that surprised her. Oh my!
As she wiggled on his lap, Steph could feel that he too was experiencing some tingling. This is so wrong. This is so…OMG. I'm getting so wet! I actually think I'm going to cum! What's wrong with me? Don't stop. Please don't stop. She was dealing with these conflicting thoughts when she felt the "B" slap on her right cheek.
"I" on her left cheek "R" in the middle.
Her breathing was labored. Her total attention was on her stinging ass and her now throbbing clit. She had stopped her vocal protests three letters ago.
"T" Ranger had taken more time between the letters. Rubbing and caressing her now pink ass between strokes.
"H" Humiliation and embarrassment had been replaced with hunger and need. Blood flow to the area had reached critical mass, and Steph needed to find release. Her free hand gripped the chaise cushion anchoring her for her impending flight.
Ranger's voice was now deep and sensual as he tried to control his own arousal. "D"
Close, she was so close. His soft caresses to her inflamed ass succeeded in only inflaming her desire. She wiggled on his lap, hoping to encourage him.
"A" and another slap.
He paused and refrained from touching her at all. He waited for the response that he knew he would get.
"Y!" Stephanie screamed out the letter. It was a plea for release, not from his grip, but from the sensations building inside her.
His hand came down hard between her thighs and he immediately inserted two fingers deep inside her.
She came instantly and hard. Clawing the chaise with her hand and gnawing the cushion in an attempt to stifle her scream. Her body shook and then went limp.
Ranger immediately released her from his grip and eased her to her knees on the floor. He caressed her face and bending down, kissed her passionately. He stroked her hair as she rested her head against his thigh.
"Not all spankings are bad, Babe," Ranger spoke as he stroked her hair.
"That was so incredible. How did you know?" Steph was breathless.
Ranger just raised an eyebrow. "It's my job to know what your want, even if you don't."
There was only one way to thank him and give him the pleasure that he had given her. Steph slipped between his legs and took his swollen member in her hands. She kissed his member with a reverence and looked up, into his eyes. His pupils were dilated. His eyes were glowing coal, black with passion.
She began giving his manhood the attention it craved.
Just as the bead of pre-cum surfaced, he pushed her away. "No, not like this, I want to make love to you." He stood and helped her to her feet. With little effort he carried her to the bed. With slow and gentle motions, he made tender and genuine love to her. The Dom and sub dynamic never entered into their union. It was a coupling of mutual love and lust.
When they awoke, Ranger helped Stephanie to dress. He picked her up in his arms and carried her to the elevator and refused to let her down during the short trip. Proudly he carried her through the lobby and asked for her wrap at the coat-check. His Porsche was waiting at the curb. Ranger carefully placed her in the passenger seat and buckled her seatbelt. He kissed her deeply before closing the door. Steph slept the entire ride back to Haywood.
She awoke as the vehicle pulled into it's parking space. "Mmm, hi there," she purred.
"Hi yourself. It's ten minutes to midnight Cinderella, how was your birthday?" He had on one of his 100 watt smiles.
"Perfect, absolutely perfect, but I'm going to be sore in the morning," Steph moaned. The smile on her face reflected her contentment.
"Good, all day tomorrow you will feel the echoes of tonight. You will remember how much I adore and treasure you. You are mine."
He kissed her tenderly and lifted her from her seat. Ignoring her insistence that she could walk, he carried her to the elevator. Ranger didn't release her until he placed her gently on his bed. He slipped the dress over her head, and tucked her between the sheets. He removed his clothes and joined her.
"Sleep now, Babe. I've got you." his words whispered in her ear. They were the last thing she remembered as she fell into a deep and restful sleep.