A Sub Is Born (The BDSM Collective)
Scarlett Nighte
Published by Quiver Publishing at Smashwords
Copyright 2011 Scarlett Nighte
Riddick Stone is a Master at The Collective, an extreme bdsm group. When he picks up a new submissive named Brittani with a torrid past, he will give into his desire as he trains his new subbie.
Content Warning: A Sub is Born contains mature content including forced bdsm, dubious consent, violence such as spanking and smacking, and oral sex. All characters are 18+ and this title is intended for adult audiences only.
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A Sub Is Born
“Consume me,” she’d said. Her slutty, brat-like behavior had been a tell-tale sign that she needed some re-wiring. What kind of woman lets a man she’s only talked to for fifteen minutes blindfold her and take her to his home?
When I uncovered her eyes and she took in the massive Collective Estate, I could almost hear the numbers adding up in her mind. She’d spun around the entryway in awe, commenting on the glitter of the antique chandelier. When one of the subs took her jacket and offered her a glass of wine, she’d joked that she could get used to this. I’d break her of her lust for money and replace it with a lust for my approval…one way or another.
When I led her into the training bedroom, she couldn’t wait to shed her designer dress and leave it, her expensive pumps, and her tacky lingerie in a tangle on the floor. Her eyes were crescent moons created for seduction as she crawled across the bed to me, claiming my mouth with her own.
I took special delight in seeing her bare flesh beneath me, calling out my name. Not the name I’d given her, “Robert”. The pores in her warm body called out Riddick. I was a trainer, a Master Dominant, and the best of my class at The Collective.
The first strike on her perfectly formed ass had solicited a moan. Her desire probably echoed deep as she writhed on the bed. The second made her clutch the covers, her French tip nails digging into the cotton. The third turned her porcelain flesh a cotton candy pink as she tried to break from my grip…and failed. The fifth brought her eyes to mine…those beautiful half-moons. The sixth strike of my hand stripped the lust in her gaze and replaced it with something far more delicious. Fear.
Brittani squirmed, her moans not ones of pleasure. “R-Robert-” She tossed back and forth in my arms, but I just tightened my grip, digging my nails into the tender flesh of her waist.
She let out a sob. “Robert, STOP it!”
I slackened my grip, but I didn’t release her. “But you said you were looking for a good time.” I gave her another slap and she wailed. “You said you liked pain. To be hurt.”
She turned her head to the side, her blue eyes filled with tears. Her dark, curly hair that had been so perfectly coifed was wild now. Messy.
“Not like this,” she said in between gasps of pain. “Not so hard.”
I held her fast with one arm as I leaned down to the briefcase beside me, pulling out the contract she’d signed a week prior. “Do you remember a meeting you attended? You met a man. A Lazarus Clarke?”
She stopped moving for a second, remembering. “Y-yes. What does that have-”
“You expressed an interest to be trained. To become a member of The Collective.”
“Yes, but-”
“You promised that you would do anything.” I rubbed the inflamed skin on her ass. “And in exchange for your servitude, you wouldn’t lose your gaudy McMansion or the life you’ve become accustomed to.”
Her chocolate curls shook wildly as she fought with a renewed vigor. Did she know what was in store?
“No!” she screeched. “Lazarus-”
I smacked her ass with a strength that made my palm tingle. “You will address him, and any other man you meet unless he’s of your stock, as Master.”
“Let GO!” she screeched. “Lazarus said-”
*Smack*
“God!” she wailed, her body wracked with sobs of agony. “No more. No more!”
*Smack* “How will you address Lazarus, and any other Dominant man from this day forward?”
“MASTER!” she sobbed. “Master!”
“And me?” I tried to make my voice a razor’s edge, to hide the hope that burned. When I was assigned Brittani and flipped through her admission package, my mouth watered at the idea of her being my new submissive.
But I had to remember—all subs started with a defiant heart, and The Collective’s fared even worst. We demanded much of our submissives. We demanded all.