Saved By A Dom

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Luke POV

The moment I stepped into the room, desire hit me like a ton of bricks. I immediately shifted my eyes around the dark room to find what I came here for. And indeed there she was kneeling beside the bed.

Her hair was in a messy bun, obviously done in a rush, her clothes had gone and in their place was a purple bra covered with lace and a matching thong.

From how she was kneeling, fur stuck out from her cute little ass. She put in a plug by herself? Shock hit me, just last month she was scared of them.

Calm and collected, I took slow, agonizing steps towards the giant bed that lay in the middle of the room. Instead of stopping at the bed, I made my way towards a shelf attached to one of the dark purple walls.

On the shelves lay a variety of gags, and toys of all sorts. But those are not what I have in mind. On the wall hang ropes, crops, and whips.

I reach my left hand out and grab a red, thick, soft rope. With my right hand I grab a brown leather riding crop. This should do it.

Angel POV

With the items in his hands, Luke made his way towards the bed. He motioned for me to stand up, which I did, and place my hands on the edge of the bed.

"Now, care to tell me what you're about to be punished for, darling?" His low raspy voice made my knees weak, but I held myself up with the edge of the bed.

Even though I couldn't see him, just the thought of him being shirtless brought wetness between my thighs.

"For teasing you in public," I mumbled out smiling at the event that happened this morning.

"And?," He urged me to continue and rested a riding crop on the inside of my thigh.

"And for coming without permission." I responded lowly not flinching when he moved the crop higher up my leg.

"Good girl." A wide grin spread on his face when he brought the crop up above my thigh and swung it, only to stop and inch before my skin.

A sound of dissatisfaction escaped my lips when he did not bring it all the way down but instead took it away from my body altogether and let out a gruff command.

"Hands on the bench, ass up." He pointed at the bench across the room and waited for me to make my way over there.

Pressing my hands on the ground, I pushed myself up and began walking with my eyes away from Luk- I mean my master.

Halfway through my journey, he stopped me and waltzed over to me grabbing the back of my bra and squeezing the two sides together before pulling.

The lingerie hit the floor with a soft thud which made my eyes widen. Master's hand then moved to his pocket pulling out a knife.

He brought the knife up to my chest, running it down my skin hard enough for me to feel the blade but soft enough to not cut me.

When the knife made its way to my side he, in one swift move, looped it under the waistband of my thong and cut it in two.

"Now go," his voice boomed in the huge room causing it to echo slightly. On that note, I scurried off across the room and made my way to the punishment bench.

When I finished my so called journey, I placed my hands flat on the bench before Master grabbed the cuffs that were attached to the bench and locked them around my hands.

Crop still in hand, Luke bent down and pulled the hair bow out of my unruly hair. He gathered up my long waves in his hands and began to braid them.

When he was done, he brought the crop back in his hand and ran it across my butt making sure to avoid the plug.

"Make sure to count girl." He grunted out with his deep warning filled voice.

Smack! He brought the crop down harshly on my backside earning a moan in turn.

"One, thank you master."

Smack!

"Two, thank you master."

Smack!

By the time we reached ten, my wetness was dripping down both of my legs in excitement.

"Ten, thank you master." A pleasurable tingling feeling spread throughout both of my butt cheeks as he set the crop against the wall beside me.

Jasmine POV

"Thank you Jesse." I muttered out as he set me on our bed and covered me up with the warm blanket.

Before Angel left, I hadn't slept in our bed in three months. It was always the floor or a different room, sometimes it was the basement.

So these past few months, I've been tremendously grateful and on my best behavior so he doesn't make me sleep on the floor. 

After the incident this morning, he made me soup in bed and carried me to the bathroom each time I had to throw up. If I couldn't make it, he would bring a bucket to my bedside.

"Anything else you need?" He asked, tucking me in. Jesse's hair was everywhere, obvious that he hadn't brushed it all day.

"Lay with me?" I pleaded, reaching my hand up to tuck a piece of hair behind his ear.

He grinned his mischievous grin and nodded in agreement. Once he had gotten in bed and under the cover, Jesse brought his hand around me and pulled me closer to him.

Letting out a sigh of relief after realizing that he wouldn't go any further tonight, I finally drifted off in Jesse's warm arms wondering if he would be like this for my whole pregnancy.

"Oh my god Jesse!" I yelped, shooting out of bed while clutching my stomach in agony.

"Babe what is it? It's only 8 in the morning come back to bed." His sleep filled eyes peeled open a bit and he rolled over to look at me.

After a moment of his silence and my painful moans, his eyes looked downward and widened.

"Oh my god Jasmine we're taking you to the hospital sit down on the bed I'll put your shoes on you." Jesse jumped out of the bed, almost tripping on thin air, and pulled his shoes on not caring that he wasn't wearing socks or pants.

Pain shot through my body causing me to clench my teeth tightly together and grasp my torso tighter.

But what bothered me most was what I saw when I looked at the ground where I was previously standing.