A Lesson in Blackmail: Black Mountain Academy / a Club Alias Novel

by Robichaux, KD

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  The following Tuesday, Nate and I sit in Dr. Walker’s office for his final session. The first thing out of my mouth when we sat down though was to retell the story of me taking up for myself in the library last Thursday, which led to Nate having to backtrack and tell him everything that happened last week, starting with the game I initiated.

  While I did get scolded for my poor choice in setting, Doc was proud of me for both situations. He pointed out that, even though I’m a submissive, that shouldn’t stop me from doing the things I want in life. I don’t have to let every decision be made for me, and if there’s something I want, I should never be afraid to voice it and make it happen. He also made sure Nathaniel rewarded me for sticking up for myself, which he most certainly did… thrice.

  He enjoyed the story of me meeting Nate’s family and how it had been Doc in a roundabout way who shed light on our relationship to his parents, since it had been his office’s insurance claim. And he was excited that the Blacks were so supportive of us.

  Which leads us to now.

  “Well, Nathaniel, I believe I can agree that with proper training you will make a great Dominant and member of Club Alias. Mind you, the first several months are probationary. After you fill out the membership forms and pay your fee, I’ll include my letter of approval. Evelyn will be your sponsor, so be on your best behavior—at the very least, for her sake. This includes when you meet your trainer Seven. Understand?” Doc prompts with a stern look.

  Nate holds up both hands in surrender. “All good, Doc. Evie made it loud and clear to the whole world that she belongs to me, so I’ll be fine.”

  I slap his abs with the back of my hand, but he doesn’t even flinch. “It was one study hall group, not the whole world.” I roll my eyes.

  “Mouse, you could’ve said it to one person, and it would’ve spread through the school like wildfire,” he points out, and I purse my lips.

  “Fair enough,” I grumble, and he wraps his arm around me and tucks me into his side.

  “So uh, Doc. How do I get this ball rolling? It’s Tuesday, and while my girl hasn’t said anything about it, I know she’s anxious to be back in her ‘happy place,’ as she calls it, and I was hoping to take her there this Friday,” Nate tells him, and I perk up, my eyes going wide at the possibility.

  Doc nods, making a note on his pad. “I’ll make sure to expedite your paperwork if you want to get me everything by tomorrow.”

  “I’ll call my accountant tonight,” Nate replies, and I snort next to him. When he turns his head to look at me with a raised brow, I pull my lips between my teeth. “What?” he prompts.

  I shake my head. “Nothing,” I singsong, but when he tickles my side, I squeal. “First, a financial advisor, and now an accountant. You’re the oldest eighteen-year-old I’ve ever known.”

  “Can’t let you feel like too much of a cradle robber,” he teases, and I squawk and punch his side… to which he doesn’t even flinch… again.

  “Well, you two, that’s the end of your hour,” Doc says, setting his pad to the side and standing. He holds his hand out to Nate when we stand from the couch, and he grips it tightly. “While the average number of sessions for club entry is four, and I’ve approved you for membership, I’d like to suggest you continue coming, maybe twice a month, for a session for us to keep an eye on your OCD, just until we really get a handle on the symptoms and to document how your Dominant training affects it.”

  “Will do, Doc. I’ll be here,” Nate agrees, and I beam up at him. “Will you be at the club on Friday?”

  “I haven’t decided yet. I have… other things I’m working on at the moment, but I might stop by just to say hi,” Doc replies, and he pulls out some papers from his folio. “Here’s the membership application and the account information for the money transfer.”

  “Sounds good. I’ll get it sent ASAP.”

  And with that, we leave the office, and Nathaniel takes me out for a nice dinner, claiming he wants a steak. Two hours later, we go to my house for a “celebratory quickie,” as he calls it, before he tucks me into bed and heads home.

  Chapter 24

  Nate

  There’s so much to look at, but at the same time, all I see is Evelyn. Dressed in black lace lingerie, a sheer black robe wrapped around her to make me a little less homicidal, I can’t stop looking at her. Somehow, she transformed the moment she stepped into the club. Still submissive and respectful, but every last drop of her anxiety and unconscious fidgeting—gone. Gone is my little, meek library mouse, and in her place is a sensual cougar who reeks of confidence. I’ve had a perma-boner since the moment we arrived.

  And although there are countless women around in various states of undress, it’s not even a challenge to pay sole attention to the woman I love, because she’s the most beautiful of them all.

  We sit in one of the large black leather booths, Evie sipping a glass of white wine while I finish off my mineral water. Just because I’m now a member of an elite BDSM club doesn’t mean I get to illegally drink underage. Not that I would anyway, since I drove, and I wouldn’t risk putting my girl in any type of unnecessary danger.

  Evie perks up beside me. “Oh! There he is! Awww, look at her little belly,” she coos, and I turn in the direction she’s looking.

  “That’s the trainer? Seven or whatever?” I prompt, looking him up and down, allowing myself just one moment to imagine him with Evelyn. My nostrils flare with jealousy, but then the couple approaches a guy who would tower over even me.

  “Yes, and the Dom they’re talking to is called Knight,” she tells me. “And before you ask, no, I’ve never scened with him. He never participated in the activities here until recently, when he too got married and his wife started coming. Interesting relationship those two have.”

  “How so?” I ask curiously.

  “They’re switches.”

  “Switches?” I prompt, my brow furrowing, unfamiliar with the term. I haven’t come across it in my research.

  She leans her head on my shoulder, but I continue to watch the three near the bar. “Yeah, they switch roles. Sometimes he’s the Dom, and then the other times she is.”

  I huff. “Don’t get any ideas, mouse.”

  She scoffs. “As if. Could you imagine?” She giggles.

  I chuckle. “No, I can’t.”

  I stare at the trainer as they all chat for a minute, and then Seven turns to his wife, places his hands gently on either side of her little bump, and proceeds to bend down and loudly motorboat her tits. I lift a brow at that then watch as his wife laughs and swats him away, shaking her head as she looks back up at the tall dude while Seven steps behind her, wrapping his arms around her and placing his chin down on her shoulder. When he starts swaying their bodies back and forth to the beat of the music filling the club, rubbing big circles on her belly with open palms, I look away just as she closes her eyes and he places a kiss to the side of her throat.

  My eyes turn to Evie, seeing she’s watching me. With a little smirk on her lips, her eyes roam over my face. She lifts a brow. “See?”

  I nod. “Okay, okay,” I admit, “you were right. Nothing to worry about there.”

  “Told ya,” she says with a wink behind her black lace mask, and I reach over and pinch her nipple through her robe and bra. She yelps then looks contrite, and I give her a devilish grin.

  “Well, we’re here, sweet Evie. Is there like… a room or somewhere we can go?” I ask, looking around at the curtained off alcoves on the other sides of the booths.

  She shakes her head. “Not yet. You have to be certified first.”

  “Then where exactly do I get to enjoy my woman while we’re here until that happens?” I prompt, and she gestures around the club with her wine glass before taking a sip.

  “Anywhere out in the open,” she replies, and I look around. Sure enough, there are people in all sorts of positions doing various sexual acts—inside the booths, up in the cages holding stripper poles, and
right there on the dance floor. There are several people standing around and just watching, and somehow, they don’t look like creepers. They come across more like spectators, learning from the acts in front of them. It’s all voyeuristic and sensual, especially the couple beneath the two having sex in the cage, the man standing behind his woman, his arm wrapped around the front of her and his hand beneath her skirt as they watch. From the motion of his arm and the look on her face, he’s finger-fucking her good, and soon, her knees buckle as she comes loudly.

  I blow out a breath. “And when does my training start exactly?”

  “Fridays are Seven’s night off from training. But he has sessions all throughout the week and on Saturdays. I suppose Saturdays will be your night, since you’ll already be on this side of town and probably won’t be able to come during the school week,” she explains, and I nod, leaning over to kiss her cheek. “You’ll just have to make sure you don’t wear me out too badly on Friday evenings.”

  I lift a brow. “And why is that?” I don’t like the idea of being limited on what I get to do to her.

  She stares me in the eyes with her lips slightly pinched. “Because during training, I will have to come with you, since you’ll need a sub to practice his instructions on. And as jealous as you get over the idea of me being with any of these Doms in the past, I think you can understand quite clearly that I would not be okay with you using some other sub to train with.”

  Her spike of possessiveness makes my cock strain against my zipper, and before I even plan my attack, I snatch her wine glass out of her hand and shove it and my water out of the way. I grip her around the waist, and she squeals as I haul her up on top of the table before me. I take hold of her left thigh and pull her leg to the other side of me, placing her feet on the cushioned seat. I grip her knees in my big hands, watching her tits bounce as she jumps when it tickles. My eyes lift to hers.

  “I can promise you, little mouse, you are the only submissive I will ever lay a hand on,” I tell her, my voice deep and low.

  She pouts out her bottom lip prettily. “There are other ways to dominate a sub without using your hands, Mr. Black,” she murmurs, and I have to reach down to adjust my raging erection.

  “Then I promise you, sweet Evie, you’re my one and only. No part of me or object wielded by me will ever touch another woman but you, sub or otherwise,” I clarify, and she reaches down and between her knees to cup my cheek.

  “You asking me to go steady?” she asks, her voice overdramatically breathy as she smiles.

  “Oh, I’m not asking, little mouse,” I tell her, and I nip the inside of her thigh, making her squeak. “Now, lie back and hold still. Your Dom is suddenly very hungry.”

  And like the good little sub she is, she does exactly that.

  Epilogue

  Seven years later

  Evie

  I pull at the straps holding my wrists hostage against the headboard, whimpering with need. He’s been teasing me for… I don’t even know how long. I’ve lost track of time. He’s brought me to the brink of orgasm over and over again, and I both love and hate this new fetish he’s suddenly been obsessed with, testing himself to see just how long he can stand not making me come. It’s a competition I wish he’d go ahead and vote himself the winner for. That is, until he finally eventually lets me come, and it’s so powerful I immediately fall headfirst into subspace.

  But tonight feels like he’s going for an all-time record, or maybe I’m just extra needy. I look down my body, covered in a tight-fitting white lace bodice that meets a skirt that flares at the waist like a big, poofy princess dress. At least, it did as I walked down the aisle toward him this afternoon, my hand gripping Doc’s big bicep wrapped in a black tuxedo as he gave me away. For being such a big, tough man, it brought instant tears to my eyes the day I asked him if he’d be the one to give me away, and he’d gotten emotional, wiping a tear away and claiming there was dust in his eye.

  Now though, the fluffy skirt was bunched up from my raised knees to my waist, looking like some kind of doctor’s curtain, hiding what is going on between my thighs. So I have no way of knowing just what Nathaniel is going to do before he does it.

  His fingers stroke inside me, swirling upward and rubbing at the secret spot inside me that makes my toes cramp I curl them so hard. My eyes roll back in my head before I sit my head up, feeling almost panicked I’m so… fucking… close. My breath comes out in pants and I look around the room that’s starting to spin around me. Our special room designated to the D/s part of our relationship. It was the first room we decorated when we moved into our new house a year ago.

  I whimper as he doesn’t let up, and I pray—oh God do I pray—that this will finally be the time he lets me find release, and as he adds his thumb to my clit, I know… I know he’s giving in. I throw my head back and scream as fireworks go off behind my eyes, climaxing so hard my entire existence stiffens and releases. And before I can fall under that mystical spell, he’s above me, but all I can see is his tuxedo shirt and above, his bowtie hanging undone around his neck under the unbuttoned collar. And then my eyes nearly cross as I feel him enter me without warning, and he falls forward between my thighs, crushing the big skirt between us as his hands brace on either side of my head.

  “Ready to consecrate this marriage, Mrs. Black?” he whispers, nuzzling his face into the side of my neck as he thrusts deep, bottoming out inside me.

  “Yes!” I exhale, and he fucks into me hard.

  “Yes, what?” he taunts, swirling his hips before pulling almost all the way out.

  “Yes, Mr. Black,” he allows me to say before he plunges back inside. “Oooh God,” I moan as he works his cock just right to where it drags along my clit on the instroke, and my whole body shudders.

  “Not going to last long this time, baby,” he warns, and I am completely okay with that. It’s been a really long day. “I’ve been wanting to get inside you since the moment those big doors opened and I got my first glimpse of you at the end of the aisle.” He thrusts, nibbling along the top of my breast pushed up high from the corset bodice. “Never going another night without you, Evie. Last night was fucking bullshit,” he says, and I let out an involuntary giggle.

  He stops moving, pulling back to look down into my eyes. I look up at him deliriously, still tipsy from the champagne I drank at the reception, and most definitely drunk on him. “You think that’s funny, little mouse?”

  I smile up at him, taking in his lowered brows and flared nostrils, his sexy Dom face, but I know I don’t have to worry too much, because as he said, he’s wanted me far too much today and was forced to keep his hands off me while we were surrounded by his family and all our friends. “Just a little, Mr. Black.”

  He lifts a brow. “You provoking me?”

  I shake my head languidly. “Nope, just here enjoying my husband’s cock, thank you.”

  He groans, said cock twitching inside me. “Baby, fuck.” He picks up his thrusts, closing his eyes for a moment and resting his forehead against mine. “Just so you know, I’m making a mental note to punish you for that later,” he whispers. “But for now, I’m just going to enjoy my wife’s tight…” Thrust. “…wet…” Thrust. “…pussy. Thank you.”

  I giggle, and he groans, swirling his hips, sitting back up and looking into my eyes. “You know your pussy squeezes me like a fist when you laugh?” he prompts, but all I can do is moan and blink at him as he reaches down between us, over the skirt, and finds my clit with two fingers. He pinches it gently, and my legs convulse, and he picks up his pace. “Something to explore later,” he says absently, and then that’s the end of all conversation, because he hikes his knees up higher beneath my hips, wraps his arm beneath my back to grasp my shoulder from behind to keep me anchored, and then he tosses the reins on his control to the wind, fucking me like it’s our last time, when it’s really our first as man and wife.

  Several minutes later, when he’s untied and undressed me and carried me out of our pl
ayroom and into our bedroom, he wraps me up in his arms after tucking the sheets around us. My head lays on his chest as he traces patterns along my back with his fingertips, lulling me to sleep. And in that moment just before I fall into oblivion, I feel him chuckle, hearing it deep inside his chest.

  “What’s so funny, Mr. Black?” I murmur, the words coming out mostly slurred.

  “Oh, nothing, little mouse,” he tells me low. “Just that I blackmailed you into becoming Mrs. Black.” He chuckles again.

  I let out one exhausted, amused huff, and then I fall right to sleep.

  The End

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