by Jesse Jordan
“When do we begin?”
Larissa laughs, holding up a hand. “Slow down there Mr. Eager, it’s still far too early in the morning for any of my girls to be up, the earliest we can do any in person training is this afternoon. So relax, and maybe let your balls build up a little go juice some. We’ll talk throughout the day, you need to understand some ideas before I let you really work with any of my girls live. You’ll still have time to do whatever you need to do, you strike me as the type to do some daily physical training yourself. Am I correct?”
“Of course. Do you have a place you use, or are you all bodyweight stuff?” I ask, and Larissa shakes her head.
“I’ll take you to the place I use later. First, let’s talk BDSM. What do you know about it?”
I think, then shrug. “Beyond the pure basics, not much. I mean, I saw in the club, there’s tying up, someone’s in charge, the other’s taking it, but I don’t know a lot. I can guess that the image in the average media sucks considering how much they fuck up the CIA.”
Larissa chuckles. “Yeah, they make it seem a lot more and a lot less all the time, don’t they? And you have some right ideas, some wrong. First off, the titles. There’s three types of people, a dominant, a submissive, and a switch. Very few people are pure one or the other, but still a lot of people will tend to one side.”
“So which are you? I mean, I’m guessing after that everyone at the club called you Mistress you’re dominant?” I ask, and Larissa shakes her head. “Really?”
Larissa shrugs. “Just like how professionally I’m technically bisexual, professionally I am almost always dominant, but personally, I’m both mostly straight and I have no problems being submissive for the right partner, so I’m for sure a switch. But it has to be the right partner.”
“Why?” I ask, wondering how this powerful, sensual woman would ever let herself be tied up the way that I saw that girl Claudia being. “I’m not trying to be a jerk, but you’re a brothel owner...”
“Club owner,” Larissa corrects me, and I nod. “Clubs, actually.”
“Sorry, club owner. A MI6 agent, a Deep Cover operative, and let’s not mention Network capo. I don’t know you well enough to say for sure, but that takes a very strong person. But you… you enjoy being submissive sometimes?” I ask as I look over at the curvy beauty across from me. Her words are both confusing and arousing, because inside me my memories of us having sex right here in this dining room keep playing in my mind, overlaying with what I saw in the club before that. To see those violet eyes open and trusting, begging me to fuck her, to smack those breasts and to make it hurt the way she wants… my cock stirs, and I’m glad the table’s made of wood instead of glass.
Larissa chuckles. “I can read your mind, Stephen. And yes, I do enjoy being submissive sometimes. You have to understand something that a friend and I discovered. He calls it his mini-philosophy, and I’ll admit, I borrowed it from him the first time he told it to me. It is in my weakness that I find my strength.”
I blink, confused. “In your weakness you find your strength?”
Larissa nods, saying nothing and letting me try and figure it out for myself. For at least two minutes I think, but I still can’t wrap my head around it. “I’m sorry, I just don’t get it. I guess I need more experience, or something.”
“That’s exactly what you need. That you understand that at least means you have a chance to actually learn. And don’t worry, when you understand it, you’ll be ready to find the men who killed Chastity Hendricks. In the meantime, go change for a workout, I’ll wash the plates up and then we can go work up an honest sweat before you get to work up a different kind of sweat.”
Larissa
The club is quieter this time when Stephen and I arrive, it’s still early enough that most of the customers won’t arrive for another hour or more. Besides, it’s a weekday, and very few of the locals come to my club when they have to go to work the next day.
“Mistress Dryad,” the doorman greets me again, this time in English for Stephen’s benefit. He looks over Stephen, then waves him through without a frisk and grope this time. I wasn’t pleased last time when Damon got an extra little feel in on Stephen, and to be honest with myself I’m not too sure why. It was a good quick test to see how Stephen would handle the new world that he’s in, but still I felt a flash of anger to think of my doorman grabbing Stephen’s junk before I did.
“Well, I got through that without being molested,” Stephen jokes as we enter the club. He’s dressed perfectly, a slim fitting charcoal gray suit, white shirt with blue tie, and I have to admit he looks more handsome than ever. Of course, I have to admit that at least part of that feeling comes from taking Stephen to my little fitness room in the basement of my building, where I found myself both distracted and showing off for him with some of my poses and personal exercises that keep me in tip-top sensual shape.
“Damon knows you, there’s no need to go through all the bullshit,” I tell Stephen as we approach the door to the back room. “You didn’t come here before, but this is one of the private training rooms. I don’t have many here, most of my customers either can’t afford it or they like doing their work publicly. My submissive club has a lot more, most of the paying customers there prefer it.”
“Hmmm,” Stephen says, a constant comment he’s made whenever I’ve dropped some knowledge for him. I like it, it’s showing me that he’s not jumping to conclusions. I haven’t laid out the path totally clearly for him, I want him to really understand. And, I have to admit, I want him to embrace it as well. I don’t know why, just a feeling.
I open the door and lead Stephen through, where the girl I chose for him is already waiting, dressed just like I asked. “You’re not Claudia.”
Lihua springs her first little surprise for Stephen when she answers back in her lilting, soft Chinese voice, and Stephen’s face breaks out in a smile and he replies in Chinese himself. He turns to me with a raised eyebrow. “Did you do this on purpose?”
“Perhaps,” I admit with a smile. “Lihua is another one of my best girls, in a totally different way from Claudia. She doesn’t like whips, but instead… well, how about you tell him, Lihua?”
“Yes Mistress,” Lihua replies in perfect Australian English. “If the sir likes, I very much enjoy being bound and spanked.”
“And where did you learn Australian?” Stephen asks, sitting down next to Lihua. “Or am I going where I shouldn’t?”
Lihua’s smile changes, and I feel another little stab of jealousy. Stephen’s charming, and with one question he’s already started to get this beautiful girl to open up to him. It’s both encouraging and frustrating at the same time. “I spent half of my childhood in Adelaide, sir, and the other half in Hong Kong.”
“It’s enchanting on you,” Stephen says, stroking her cheek with one finger. “And you want to help me learn?”
Lihua nods eagerly, looking up at me. “I was highly honored when Mistress Dryad chose me for this task. To serve her so well… I love my Mistress.”
I smile, reaching out and pulling her to her feet and brushing a lock of hair out of her face. “How many times must I tell you, Lihua? You may serve me, but I will not love you. Not in that way.”
“I know,” Lihua says, her eyes still full of devotion, “but that’s okay. I know that if it becomes time for me to go to my permanent Master, you will let me, and until then, I serve you.”
Stephen watches our little side conversation intently, and I turn to him, seeing that he’s still learning, and starting to understand a little. “I will watch, like last time. And I will be a safety. Still, Lihua will have a safety word. If she says ‘Mockingbird,’ you must immediately stop everything and release her.”
“And if I don’t?” Stephen asks, not threateningly but curiously. Still, I answer for Lihua’s benefit as much as his, drawing from one sleeve of my dress one of the knives that I've secreted on myself.
“Then I will kill you,” I reply simply before sett
ing the knife on the arm of my chair. “Lihua is my property, my girl. I will not let anyone violate the trust she has placed in my hands.”
Stephen nods in understanding, then looks at Lihua. “You got very lucky.”
“I know sir,” Lihua says, putting her hands behind her back. “Shall we begin, sir?”
“Take off your top, but leave the skirt on,” Stephen commands, and Lihua jumps to obey. Stephen’s tone is commanding but gentle, pure iron and velvet, and the personal side of me wants to obey him even as I step back and force myself to sit down in my chair on the side of the room, watching as Stephen has Lihua first strip herself down to just her short skirt before having her take off his jacket, tie and shirt, hanging them up in the proper places on the wall.
“And your trousers, sir?”
Stephen looks down, and shakes his head. “No… that I’ll do myself. When you’re ready for it.”
Lihua smiles again, and again I feel a flash of jealousy. Stephen’s a natural, offering her a tiny reward for good service, along with a promise of further pleasures if she is good. His strength is there, but he doesn’t need to show it off. Lihua steps back and waits for Stephen, and he goes over to the bed, where the tools for today’s training are laid out, a single cord that Stephen runs through his fingers. “It’s soft leather. Braided.”
“Yes sir, I prefer leather over other cords,” Lihua says, taking it and kneeling on the bed. She stops, and Stephen glances back at me.
“You’re doing fine,” I advise, my voice a bit huskier than I imagined. “Tie her hands behind her back. Lihua can show you how she likes it.”
Lihua smiles and puts her hands just where she prefers, forearm to forearm and her hands cupping her own elbows. She’s a lot more flexible than some women, but still Stephen is careful as he wraps her wrists, pulling the cord tight but not too tight, and never dragging it across the girl’s soft skin to burn. Lihua moans happily as Stephen tugs the knot tight, and tests his bond. “Mmmm… sir, thank you.”
“Thank you,” Stephen says, and I can see the bulge growing in his suit pants as he steps back and studies the now bound girl. Her ass is just peeking out from under her skirt as she bends over, offering herself to him, and he studies her golden tan skin. “You shave. Most Asian girls don’t.”
“I like the feel of the air on my lips, sir,” Lihua explains. “Do you like it?”
“You are very beautiful,” Stephen acknowledges, running his hand over Lihua’s perfectly curved posterior. He measures, teasing Lihua with his fingers and palm before lifting his hand up and pausing for a second before the first slap cracks through the room, and Lihua gasps. My pussy moistens as well as I watch Stephen start to spank the girl, her moans and gasps of pleasure filling the space until there’s a little sweat on my forehead, and I’m jealous of Lihua again.
He knows just how far to push her, how hard to smack, how much time to pause so that the sting fades and all that’s left is the heat. He pushes her, but not too hard, backing off just the right amount to let her adjust to his power and desire. Lihua’s nearly incoherent, her ass flaming red and her pussy leaking down her inner thighs as Stephen moves to the backs of her legs and back up, this time rubbing after every strike, his fingers stroking over her pussy lips so that Lihua’s pushing back into his hand, begging and sobbing in need. Her English fails her and she’s calling, begging him in Chinese, and even though I don’t know the language, I can guess what she’s saying. Fuck her, let her come, please.
Stephen slides two fingers inside her and curls them, Lihua crying out as he begins to finger fuck her, pumping his digits in and out of her sopping wet pussy. He says something in Chinese, and I’m shocked when Lihua responds, nodding her head and smiling as Stephen inserts a third finger, stretching the girl out more, and then a fourth. I can’t help it, I interject. “You’re going to fist her?”
Stephen stops, looking back at me, and in his eyes I see the desire and fire that immediately has my nipples tight in my top and my body wanting to be where Lihua is. He’s waking up, and with every second his power is calling out to me more. “She wants it. I asked her what she desired, and she begged me for it.”
I nod, watching in shock as Lihua screams in pain and pleasure as Stephen slips his entire hand inside her tiny pussy, stretching her grotesquely and pumping his whole hand in and out of her overtaxed body. I see Lihua’s hands clench and her eyes roll back, and I almost stop them I’m so jealous and angry that Stephen's doing this to my Lihua, and that she's getting to experience this while I'm sitting in a chair unable to do nothing but offer commentary. But while I don’t love Lihua like she loves me I am good to her, and I let Stephen keep pumping, his hand moving faster and faster, rotating as he introduces her to something I’ve never even suspected the girl could take, pushing her farther than even I ever dared. Lihua’s body clenches, and suddenly she screams, a scream of pure ecstasy and joy that stabs me in the heart because I’ve never made a sound like that before.
Stephen freezes, letting Lihua ride out her orgasm with his total reassurance that he has her, that she’s safe and protected as he places his free hand comfortingly on her back, stroking the soft skin and letting her recover. Slowly, he pulls his now glistening hand and wrist out of her, his pants tented and a small wet stain where his precum has already soaked the fabric. My own panties are soaked, and Lihua’s looking at Stephen with a devotion in her eyes that is nearly as deep as her devotion to me. “Sir… it’s your turn.”
“I don’t think so, Lihua,” Stephen says, not roughly but with command and finality in his voice. He reaches down and undoes the knot on her wrists, and loosens her bonds to let her finish freeing herself later. “Thank you for teaching me. You were a very good girl.”
Lihua blushes, and says something in Chinese that makes Stephen’s face cloud, and he replies to her with just a hint of roughness in his voice. Lihua’s face falls, but he continues, and she swallows, nodding. “Yes sir. You’re right, sir.”
“I’m going to go,” he says, ignoring me and going to his clothes on the wall. He gets dressed silently while Lihua finishes freeing herself, and by the time she’s finished he’s got his clothes on again, pointedly not looking at me until the end. He goes to the door, then turns his head to look at me. “I’ll see you at the townhouse later.”
He doesn’t ask permission, he just leaves, pissing me off and turning me on at the same time. I’m held in my chair by some unknown force as the door closes, and I turn to look at Lihua, who lays on the bed, her eyes still having the thousand yard stare of utter amazement. I go over, sitting next to her and stroking her sweaty brow. “You were wonderful, Lihua. I don’t need to ask if it was good.”
Lihua blinks, a tear coming to her eye as she shakes her head. “Mistress… I’m so sorry.”
“For what, my little flower?” I ask. “Something you said in Chinese?”
She nods, wiping at her face. “Mistress… at the end, I called him Master. He corrected me very strongly. I’m sorry. I was just… I wanted him to give me his cock, and I was so moved. He’s perfect.”
I shake my head, leaning over and kissing Lihua on the forehead. “If he turned down your offer to fuck you, he's far from perfect. But what did he say?”
“He said that I already have a Mistress, and that I should remember to honor you first. He said that he’s not my Master.”
I smile, patting Lihua on the side of the face. “He’s right, you know. But it’s okay, I forgive you. In the future, you can call him Mister Stephen. For now, recover. Take the night off, and you have my gratitude, Lihua.”
Lihua nods, my reassurance and her exhaustion combining to make her yawn. “Apologies, Mistress.”
“None needed,” I tell her, reaching across her lean, wiry body to get the light blanket at the foot of the bed. I spread it over her, and kiss her forehead one more time. “Rest. Sleep. I must go, but relax. I’ll take care of you.”
Lihua yawns again, and smiles the soft little smile
that first touched me enough to bring her into my club. “Yes Mistress.”
I wait until Lihua’s asleep before I get up and leave, my mind whirling. My body knows what it wants, and as I take the binding cord and put it away, I can’t help but run it through my own fingers, shivering as I imagine myself in Lihua’s position, at Stephen’s mercy as he spanks me, fists me… and fucks me. Never have I seen a man so skilled so quickly. Lihua called him perfect, and he nearly was. The only disappointment, and what led Lihua to making her big mistake, was in denying her his cock, which worries me as well.
I take my time going home, doing some Network equivalent of paperwork in my office in the back of the club. We might be criminals, but any organization with over twenty territories and thousands of members has to have some sort of paperwork to keep track of what’s going on. Going over numbers and figures helps me calm down some, but still as I do my work I’m distracted again and again by my body’s desire.
Finally, as the clock on the wall chimes that it’s eight o’clock, I shut down the computer and pull the data stick, driving home. When I get there, I see that Stephen’s already come back and changed, wearing just the workout shorts that he wore earlier. “I put the suit pants in for dry cleaning.”
“I can understand that,” I reply, setting my purse down on the table and coming over in front of him. “Why didn’t you fuck her?”
“Lihua?” Stephen asks, and I see that his arrogance is back. “I don’t know why.”
“Bullshit!” I yell. “And don’t give me any shit about how she’s some sort of whore! Lihua’s a good girl, and she begged for you to fuck her because she wanted it, not because she’s getting paid! My God, you did things to that girl that nobody’s ever done, and she fucking loved it!”
