A couple of burly men, wearing nothing but tight, black shorts, were setting up the stage at one end of the room. “A couple will be putting on a show or a scene in a little while. Would you like to watch?”
I nodded enthusiastically. “Please.”
He led me to a small table for three right at the front of the stage. “We’re so close, we should be able to feel their heat. How about a drink?”
“Um, what would you suggest?” I asked as the man who’d kissed my hand the night I was auctioned off came into the room. He looked right at me, tipping his hat as he headed our way.
“Mr. M. and Miss Danner, how nice to see you’ve decided to hang out with us a bit.” He took my hand and kissed it again. “May I say that your Dom has made you even more beautiful than you were when we last met?”
Heat filled my cheeks as shyness took me over. “Do you really think so?” I wrinkled my nose as I didn’t think I looked much different if any at all.
He and Troy exchanged looks as Troy nodded. “I have to agree with Mr. J. You have blossomed, my love.”
Mr. J. looked at Troy with bright eyes. “My love? Did you two make more of a connection than just a Dom and his Sub?”
Troy ran his arm around my waist, pulling me close to him, then his lips touched my cheek. “We did. I’m working on keeping this one for as long as she’ll let me.”
I looked down. He’d been at me to agree to move in with him. He had to stay at the military base on occasion, but if we got a place midway between Stanford and San Diego, he’d get to be home more often. I still hadn’t agreed to it. I wasn’t sure life would be as great as he claimed it would be as a couple.
“Congratulations,” Mr. J. said, then looked at me again as I raised my head. “You seem a little uneasy, Miss Danner.”
“I’m going to go grab us something to drink.” Troy held out a chair for me that was between the other two at the small table. “Would you mind keeping my girl company while I do that?”
Mr. J gave him a nod and took the seat to the right of me. “I’d love to. Take your time. Mr. M.”
Troy left, and I found myself wondering about the man who was sitting next to me. “So, Mr. J. Didn’t my Dom tell me you’re one of the club’s founders?”
“I am.” He sipped his Scotch.
“The woman who helped me in the beginning—Isabel—told me she and one of the founders had a thing. Was that you?”
When he nodded, I felt a little thrill run through me. “She’s so nice. What happened that had the two of you never becoming more than a Dom and Sub? If that question doesn’t offend you, sir.”
“I’m not offended in the least. You see, Isabel and I like each other, but there was no spark. Not like you and Troy have. I haven’t found that spark and might never. I can’t say I’m looking for one.”
My inner psychologist raised her head. “And why not?”
“It’s a sad story. I don’t like to talk about it. Let’s just say that I’m not quite the believer in love that I once was. Not that what you and your Dom have found isn’t real. It probably is for the both of you. I come from a DNA line that makes me think love can’t last, at least not in me.”
“I’m intrigued. You may not know this, but I’m going to be a doctor in a few years. A psychologist to be exact. I’d love to be able to talk to you more. You know, help you with your phobia where love is concerned.”
“I’m aware of your major. You go to Stanford.” He sipped his drink again. “You seem bright and empathetic. Maybe one day, if your Dom will allow it, I might like to talk to you about things. It’s getting a bit old, being alone. But I can’t seem to make myself change. I used to think what I was doing was smart. Now I see it as being stagnant, something I don’t find very attractive.”
“I’m sure Troy would have no problem allowing me to talk with you. And, for the record, you are extremely attractive. I’m sure you could find a woman if you wanted to.”
“And that’s the problem right there. I don’t want to find one. But this life and the things I do are becoming dull. I want more. But I know what comes along with that. I’m not sure I can handle it all. Not sure anyone wants to handle my baggage.” He downed the rest of his drink just as Troy came back. “Good. I need a new drink. Save me a seat for the show, will you, Mr. M? I’d love to watch it with you two, if you don’t mind that.”
“Not at all. I’d love to have you join us. We’ll save your seat, Mr. J.”
The man who seemed to be in his late thirties walked away from us, and I couldn’t help watching him go. “He seems like he has a lot on his shoulders.”
“I’ve never seen him act the way he does with you.” Troy turned me around as he tapped his tall glass to mine. “He didn’t come on to you, did he?”
“Not at all.” I smiled and kissed his cheek. “Thank you for bringing me here. I think I’m going to like it.”
“You seem to fit in, that’s for sure. You’re like a duck to water.” He took my hand and held it under the table. “Okay, the key to this place and these people is to not ask any personal questions. Most of the men who come here don’t want anyone to know much about them. Some will wear masks to hide who they are entirely. Some of the women will too. And if you prefer to be anonymous, due to your impending career, we can go buy us some masks before people begin to get here.”
“I never thought about that. I’m not a liar, though. Hiding feels like lying to me. If you don’t mind, I’d rather not hide behind a mask.”
“I don’t mind at all. I don’t openly talk about what I do in the summer months to my family or friends, but if I’m pinned down about it, I don’t mind saying what I dabble in.” He kissed my hand as he looked into my eyes. “And if things go the way I want them to, I won’t care who knows what we do.”
“My savage Dom has no worries, huh?” I’d given him that little nickname as he and I experimented with the whole punishment thing. He was anything but savage, with me, anyway. I was hoping being inside the club with all the testosterone would pull that savage beast up in him. I wanted to see that beast I knew was buried inside. He thought he should keep that part of him away from me, his fragile little woman. I wanted to feel his wildness, though. I was working for that time when he let himself be free with me, something I desired more and more each day.
Troy
Grant, Blyss, and I had been chatting away when the lights went down and everyone got quiet to watch what was about to happen on stage. Classical music began to drift through the room. It sounded ghostly, haunting me already.
Blyss put her hand on my leg, leaning into me. She whispered, “This seems surreal.”
I kissed the side of her head and wrapped my arm around her. “Yes, it does,” I agreed.
Blyss asked me often if we could come up with a scene to play out in front of the other club members. I was against it, still worried about how fragile she was, even though she kept assuring me she wasn’t as breakable as I thought she was. I wasn’t about to take any chances with her. My heart beat just for her, it seemed. She consumed me in more ways than one.
Lilacs in a crystal vase took center stage as a spotlight hit them. The scene was anything but typical, in my opinion. Most of the scenes I had watched had been more on the dark side. This one already seemed sweet.
Grant placed his ever-present glass of Scotch on the table and leaned back in his seat. His attention was fully focused, then he leaned in to tell us, “The Sub who’s in this has asked about me several times. She’s been what I call a hopper, going from Dom to Dom. I’m interested in her, only to try to tame her and stop her endless roving from person to another. I’d love it if you could see if you can get a read on her, to let me know if that would even be possible, Miss Danner.”
Blyss gave him a smile. “I can try.” She patted his hand. “Maybe she will be the one for you. You’re a Sub hopper, yourself. Perhaps you could tame each other.”
“Blyss, it’s okay for a Dom to take as many Subs as he wants to. Don’t refer t
o Mr. J. as a hopper,” I corrected her.
“I apologize, Mr. J.” Then she turned her attention to me. “As for you, your hopping days are through.”
Grant chuckled, and I felt heat fill my face. Blyss had no filter and she needed to get one. “Blyss, we’ll talk later about how you speak to me. Now, get quiet and watch the show.”
She nodded and bowed her head a bit, “Yes, master.”
I gave her shoulders a squeeze and kissed the side of her head. “Good girl.”
The spotlight pulled out, enveloping the stage with light. In a chair made out of brown leather, the Sub sat, reading a book and wearing a knee-length, baby blue dress with white heels and a string of pearls around her neck. Reading glasses were perched on her nose and she had her legs crossed, bouncing the top one casually.
Smoke began to billow out from the left side of the stage, but the woman seemed oblivious to it as she read the book. The sound of a door creaking came from the speakers, then there was a man standing at the right side of the stage. A black coat and hat were what he wore. The couple looked like something out of a sixties television show. He tossed his hat and it landed perfectly on the table the vase of flowers was on. “Is dinner ready, pet?”
The Sub finally looked up from the book, seeing her Dom had arrived. “I have no idea. I got lost in this story.” The smoke moved in a large puff across the stage.
“There’s a fire in the kitchen!” the man shouted and ran off to the left, while the woman didn’t bother to get up. Instead, she used a book marker to keep her place in the book, then sat it on the table along with the flowers and the man’s hat. Uncrossing her legs, she sighed and waited.
The man came back, his coat gone, wearing a singed white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. A scowl was on his face as he shook his finger at the woman and yelled, “That’s the fourth time this week you’ve burned supper and nearly burned down our home, pet. We’ll be having cold bologna sandwiches yet again, thanks to your errant ways. What am I to do with you to get you to remember what your job is here at our home?”
“I don’t know.” She got up and ran her arms around his neck, being flirty with him. “We don’t have to eat sandwiches again, sir. We can go out for a nice meal. Wouldn’t that be nice?”
He growled with anger, “Pet, you have a mess to clean up in the kitchen. Not only do the burnt remains of the meal in the oven need to be cleaned out, but you also haven’t cleaned any of the dishes you used to create the now-charred meal. And I will not be rewarding your behavior. As a matter of fact, I think you need to be punished.”
She let him go and put her hands on her cheeks as her mouth made an ‘O’ shape. “Punished?”
He took her by the hand and led her back to the chair she’d sat in while dinner had burned. She pulled back, trying to fight him about what he was about to do, but he sat down and pulled her to him as he looked at her. “Pet, do you realize that food you keep burning is costing us money?”
“It’s not that much. Please don’t punish me, sir.” She batted her long eyelashes at him, trying to persuade him to let her go.
“Do you not think I work hard for our money, pet? I have to stay on bended knee all day long, selling shoes. And for that hard work, you take the food we buy and ruin it. So far, this week alone, I calculate you’ve cost us fifty dollars. That’s three days’ work for me. With all we’ve been put out, do you still agree that you don’t need to be punished to make you remember you are to be cooking, not reading or doing anything other than making our evening meal?”
“I’ll remember from now on. You don’t have to punish me. I promise I’ll remember. And I’ll go clean the kitchen right now. No, I’ll bring you a sandwich and even a pickle slice first, then I’ll clean the kitchen. Oh! And how about a nice glass of Scotch? I’ll go fetch that really quickly while you relax. You’ve had a terrible day. I’ll make it all better. You’ll see. If you let me go and put this silly punishment stuff aside.”
The man’s face went red as he held tightly to her hand. “The time for all that has passed. You should’ve met me at the door with a drink. You should’ve kissed my cheek and led me to this chair. You should’ve rubbed my shoulders to loosen my sore muscles—muscles I will now have to use to administer your punishment.” He made an irritated growl and pulled her over his lap.
She kicked her legs in protest and flailed her arms as he held her down with one arm across her back. “No! No, sir! I’ll remember to do all those things from now on! Please!”
“It’s too late.” He tossed her dress up to uncover her bottom. She had on white panties and he pulled them down to expose her milky white flesh.
Blyss was enthralled with the production and whispered, “She does deserve it.”
Kissing the top of her head, I agreed, “Yes, she does.”
The man’s hand made a loud smack as it hit her bottom. The woman screamed as if she was in terrible pain, which she wasn’t. She was all theatrics, and her Dom knew that. He spanked her again and again until she had stopped kicking her feet and moving her arms. He spanked her until she was crying, weak, and repentant. “I’m sorry. I really am. I’m so sorry, sir.”
With her state, it let him know she had learned her lesson. He pulled her panties up and moved her around to sit on his lap. Tears ran in streaming down her face as she gasped to catch her breath.
“Do you think I like to punish you, pet?” He ran his hand through her hair.
She shook her head. “No, sir. I deserved it. I kept paying more attention to things that didn’t matter, instead of what does. Like cooking your dinner and making sure you’re welcomed home after a hard day at work. I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.”
“Good girl. That’s my girl. Can you give me a kiss?”
She nodded and sniffled, then wiped her tears away with the back of her hand. She kissed her Dom on his lips, then ran her arms around his neck as their kiss grew. Her Dom moved his hands over her back as she turned and straddled him as he sat in the chair. She moved her hands down, undoing his pants, then pulled her skirt up, gliding her body over his cock.
“Oh wow!” Blyss mumbled.
The Sub rode her Dom’s cock as they kissed. Then the Dom stopped the kiss. “Get on the floor on your hands and knees, Sub.”
“Yes, sir.” She hurried to get off him and went to the floor, doing as he’d said.
He threw her dress up and pulled her panties down, then thrust his large cock into her, making her squeal. She looked out at the audience as he fucked her from behind. “You will be a good girl from now on, won’t you?”
“Yes, sir.” She bit her lower lip.
He slapped her ass and she moaned. “You will never burn our dinner again.”
“I will never burn it again, sir.”
He slapped her ass again. “You will meet your Dom at the door each and every day after work.”
“I will meet my Dom every day after he gets off work, with a fresh glass of Scotch.”
He slapped her ass again. “And why will you do these things for your Dom?”
“Because my Dom takes care of me and I am to take care of him. In all ways, the same way he does for me.”
He rubbed her ass as he pounded into her. “That’s a good Sub. Do you like this fat cock?”
“I love your fat cock, sir.” She chewed her lip as she looked out at the audience, her eyes landing squarely on me. “I love feeling your cock inside of me. I want you to fuck me.”
Blyss looked at me, then back at the woman on stage. “Well, that fucking bitch!”
Her jealousy was cute, but her anger was about to get out of hand as she tried to get up. I grabbed her hand and kept her where she was. “What the hell are you thinking?”
The woman on stage was still looking at me. “I want you to fuck me tonight. I want you to tie me down to the bed and fuck me until you can’t anymore.”
“I’m going to beat her ass!” Blyss said under her breath. “Just you wait!”
> I took Blyss by her face, making her look at me. I could feel her body shaking with anger. “Blyss, it doesn’t matter what she’s doing. I am with you. You can see that, right?”
Blyss stared into my eyes. “You don’t want her, do you?”
I shook my head. “I only want you, Blyss Danner. Only you.”
The lights went down on their little scene, and the lights in the room came up to a dim yellowish color. Grant looked at Blyss and I as I held her tightly. “Seems that Sub on stage had it for you, Mr. M.” He smiled at Blyss. “Seems you had a bit of jealousy over that, Miss Danner. Perhaps you should learn a bit about controlling that. Mr. M, you should reign that in before it gets out of control.”
“Mr. J, I thought you liked me,” Blyss stammered.
“I do. That’s precisely why I think that ugly little trait should be taken care of. It’s just sex, Miss Danner. Nothing more than body parts. Your heart doesn’t get into it. So what does it matter if another woman wants to feel your Dom’s power?”
Blyss was blindsided by Grant. “This man is more than just my Dom. He is my love. Once you find love, Mr. J, your opinion might very well change.”
The Sub from the stage came to me even though I shook my head at her. She ran one finger along my shoulder. “I’m Daphne.”
I wasn’t able to hold onto Blyss as she got up and stood toe to toe with the woman who seemed set on trying to get a piece of me. Blyss put her hands on the woman’s shoulders. “He’s mine. You will back off now!”
The woman stopped looking at me to look at Blyss. “You are his, not the other way around, Sub. And if he’d like a taste of me, he can have it. I don’t belong to anyone.” She looked at me again. “So, would you like a taste?”
The sound of flesh smacking flash was all I heard as Blyss slapped the shit out of her and shouted, “You fucking bitch!”
The cat fight was on and Grant and I had to scramble to pull the two apart. “I’ll take care of her,” Grant called out as he dragged the over-sexed woman away from us.
“See that you do, or I will!” Blyss shouted.
A crowd had gathered around us, and I was suddenly feeling very ashamed of what had happened. I took Blyss by the hand and led her away. “Come on, Blyss. This has gotten out of hand.”
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