"What am I getting punished for?" Blakely frets.
I lead her over to the corner and pull her closer to me so my mouth hits her ear, murmuring so no one else can hear me, "You didn't have permission to look at me."
"I-I didn't. I watched the stage," she claims.
"You just did. I told you to look to your left. I didn't permit you to look away. And I definitely didn't tell you to try and cover up your glistening pussy," I inform her.
She whispers, "Riggs—"
I tug on her hair, and she gasps. "Who am I?"
"Sir."
"Are you trying to get rule fourteen enforced?" I question, then study her.
Fear enters her eyes. "No."
I arch my eyebrows.
"No, Sir," she says, correcting herself.
"I need your full submission, pet," I remind her.
"You have it. I-I promise."
"Do I?"
"Yes."
"Yes, who?" I ask, hating myself for not training her the last ten days. What the fuck was I thinking? How could I have frozen like this? She's not ready. She can't even consistently address me as required, and that's the easier thing to do.
And she hasn't learned how to hold her orgasms. I had to interfere with her masturbation. And I can only do that so much before I get called out on it.
Blakely lifts her chin. "Yes, Sir."
My cock hardens. Her defiant confidence, even when she's scared, which there's no doubt she is, turns me on. But the defiance is also the thing that will get her a one-way ticket to the club's secret residence.
I've not broken her yet.
It has to happen now.
The board gave me more privacy than normal. I expected them to have me on the open stage, but instead, they chose other Doms. I shouldn't be surprised. Whenever you think you know what will happen on nights like these, the board throws a curve ball at you.
They assigned me to room seven. It's another stage, although Blakely won't know unless I tell her. It has a mirrored glass wall, with room for at least a hundred to observe. The seating outside the room has raised levels, so anyone viewing has a clear view. The room is also completely soundproof, but the microphone will pick up everything.
My mind's been reeling since I learned I was in room seven. The club has a strict no-electronics policy. There's no photos, video, or audio documentation allowed.
The only exception is room seven.
Every breath my pet takes will be mine forever. Within minutes of our session ending, the club will put our recording in a secure portal.
Maybe this is why I haven't broken her yet. Now, I'll always have access to watch it.
I couldn't have asked for a better scenario. Blakely will think we're alone. It'll help calm her nerves unless I find it useful to reveal it to her in our session. Tomorrow, I can chop up pieces of our session and use them to further irritate Hugh.
It's perfect. And I've never felt so hard with anticipation. There's no one I've wanted to break more than my pet. Staying away from her all these days only made my ache deepen, and nothing will be sweeter than tonight. My determination to have her fully submit and make sure she leaves with me only grows.
I reiterate, "I need your full submission from here on out, pet. Every rule must be followed. There's no room for deviation. Understand?"