“Oh my freaking gawd, yes,” she enunciated in low tones so she didn’t disrupt nearby scenes. “That heinous hose-beast was standing right behind you when you mentioned Samson to Cassie. She knew exactly what she was doing when she asked for him the way she did and then gave Cassie the stink eye.”
Joseph chuckled through her outburst and then tipped her chin up. “Better?”
Bunny giggled. “All better. But still very horny,” she said, practically purring as she rubbed her chest against his arm.
“Excellent. Rest your vocal chords a while longer, and then I’ll let you come. But just to make sure you’re primed and ready for me, hop up on the table for a moment.”
Bunny popped her mouth open but wisely didn’t utter a word. She did as he asked and growled like an angry kitten as he pulled down her G-string. Joseph’s chuckle had a decidedly evil quality to it as he bent down to her pussy and licked her clit several times, drawing a squeak and shaky moan from Bunny as he took her to the edge and then reattached the clit suction toy. She stilled with her weight resting back on her elbows after he had it in place and had fixed her G-string. An adorable moan came from her when Joseph turned the toy back on with the remote. He helped her down and she bit her lip as she tried to stand up straight. She looked as if she was torn between humping his leg and biting him hard enough to draw blood.
Joseph chuckled and patted her head. “You make me so happy, my sweet and silent little fiammetta.”
Cassie looked understandably sympathetic but quickly turned to Samson. “There’s more to sadism than just beating on masochists, right?”
“Definitely. I love using a whip, but only on someone who has a corresponding desire to be whipped. Did you imagine me trying to convince you that you have a latent masochistic tendency?” She nodded. “I’m not gonna lie. I wouldn’t hesitate, if you let me show you firsthand how good I am with a whip. But I wouldn’t do anything to shatter what you feel for me…and Ivan.”
“Oh, Ivan,” she said in response. “Is he still planning to be here later this evening.”
“Yes, he called and said he’d be here in a bit.”
“Is that so?” Joseph asked, a big smile spreading across his face. “Ivan should get quite a reaction from the subs. Too bad he’s not inclined toward Dominance or sadism.”
Cassie giggled softly. “One pushy Dom is enough, thank you very much.”
Joseph struggled to contain his laughter and turned to him. “When you arrived, I was explaining that not all spankings are created equal. We’re done down here,” he said as he gestured in the direction of the stairs leading back to the main club floor. “I explained erotic, punishment, and hardcore spankings. You might share your knowledge of therapeutic spankings.”
He and Joseph led the way to the VIP seating area upstairs, and Samson noticed Cassie watching as Bunny knelt on the thick cushion Joseph kept there just for her. Cassie bit her lip and glanced up to find him observing her, and her cheeks colored prettily. She looked down at her hands and then at him. “Where would you like me…Sir?”
This is what it’s like to feel ten feet tall.
* * * *
Cassie waited for his reply with her breath stuttering in her chest. He caressed her cheek with gentle fingers and said, “My lap, of course.” He sat down and held out his arms expectantly.
She mashed her lips together as she looked at the padded chair and at him.
“Don’t worry,” he said reassuringly as he patted his knee. “I can handle you. My knees would be aching in sympathy if I had you kneel. And you and I need to talk before you learn the ins and outs of submitting.”
“The innate foundation is already there, Samson,” Joseph said before smiling at her, letting her know she was part of the conversation. “I think you already have a lot of natural submissive responses. All the club furniture is built solidly so you’ve no cause for worry, Cassie.”
How does he do that? Or am I just obvious?
She’d never sat in a man’s lap before. Her father hadn’t been the hands-on, touchy-feely type when she’d been little, and it wasn’t something Bill—the husband approved of by her dad—would ever have invited her to do—and she and the guys hadn’t gotten around to it yet.
She reached out, and Samson settled her onto his large frame with surprising ease. She didn’t feel as though she dwarfed him, which was comforting.
As the men continued conversing, she shifted her hip and noticed the hard bulge at his groin and tried to move carefully so as not to make him uncomfortable. He put his arm around her, and a rumble vibrated through his solid chest as he moved beneath her in response, definitely rubbing his erection against her.
She cast a glance around them and then looked up at him, and he chuckled. “No one would fault me for enjoying your closeness more openly in here, chiquita. You look beautiful tonight in your black dress with your hair down around your shoulders.” He took in her appearance and stroked a lock of hair back from her cheek.
“Thank you. I know it was silly to worry.” Heck, I’d need a whole new wardrobe just to wear at this club. Looking around when she’d arrived, she’d noticed most of the women were much more scantily dressed than she. Even though the dress she had on had a deep V-neck that revealed most of her cleavage, it was long, completely shielding her legs.
“We’ll take one step at a time,” he murmured before threading his fingers through the hair at the back of her head and drawing her closer for a kiss. “When I arrived, Joseph was explaining the different reasons and motivations for spanking a submissive. Joseph left it to me to tell you about therapeutic spanking.”
“Therapeutic for who—the one wielding the paddle?”
“No, the receiver.”
Samson played with her fingers, stroking each of them between his, sending pleasant shivers along her spine. “I have a friend who is a surgeon. She’s highly trained in a medical sub-specialty and is in constant demand, so she has little time for a personal life and internalizes a lot of her stress. When she comes in, it’s usually for my whip, but the principle is the same, as with any kind of impact play. She needs the pain in order to achieve a release from all the stress.”
“Ivan said you’d told him about one person in particular who called on you for that purpose. So…it somehow wipes the slate clean for your friend?”
Samson nodded, obviously pleased at her understanding. “Exactly. She usually lets me know in advance when she needs to come in, and we work it out around her schedule. It’s a therapeutic thing.”
“But you’re a sadist, so you enjoy it?”
After a moment’s hesitation, he nodded. “I do. She has a high pain threshold, and she appreciates what I can do for her, and in return, I find satisfaction in providing what she needs.”
“Can I ask you to elaborate? What sort of…satisfaction do you get?”
Samson took his time responding. “I respect and admire what she does and understand the strain that could build up. She trusts me to help alleviate the stress, and I’m honored that she gives me the opportunity to drain that stress off. If she didn’t have an outlet it would build up and create problems for her. I get a great deal of personal fulfillment and satisfaction out of our exchanges. Is it sexual satisfaction? No, not with her, but I won’t lie and say that sex has never played a role in scenes with other subs in the past.”
“You don’t hold my past against me and I wouldn’t hold yours against you. I just needed to know how you benefit.”
Samson stroked her chin and smiled at her. “Chiquita, you’re torturing yourself imagining me doing fiendish things to you and taking delight like a satyr or something. I’m the same Samson you knew before. I’m just more self-aware than I was at eighteen…and not quite as oversexed.”
I don’t know how I feel about all of this. And then another thought occurred to her. A question she wasn’t sure she wanted an answer to. “Is the person you told me about naked when you do the things…whip her?”
H
e didn’t hesitate to nod, not trying to equivocate. “Clothing would interfere with the lashes. Sorry,” he added when she flinched at that word. “Up until now that’s how it’s worked.” Was he implying he’d be willing to make a change?
She couldn’t fault him for an arrangement that sounded as though it’d been in progress for a long time. “What about after care? Joseph mentioned that earlier.”
Samson chuckled and said, “After care depends on the scene, but typically, the Dom talks to the sub to determine how they’re feeling after a scene. If they reached subspace—a heavy, endorphin-laced haze—then they’d wrap the sub in a warm blanket, make sure they get something to drink and to eat if they need it. The Dom would apply soothing ointment or cream to any welts needing attention. And if they felt it was a good idea, they’d hold the sub for a time until they were sufficiently recovered to move on with the rest of their evening.”
Cassie had noticed the impersonal language he’d used to describe the scenario. “And what about the person you told me about? She’s naked, and so you’d wrap her up since I imagine you shoot her straight into subspace.” He chuckled as she continued. “What else?”
“She’s always been one to bounce back pretty rapidly. She’s usually very thirsty, likes a little chocolate, and mainly needs to catch her breath.”
“You don’t cuddle afterward with her?” The cuddling seemed so personal. I don’t want to know, but I need to know.
“She’s let me hold her, but honestly, I think she does that more for my benefit than for hers. There’s no physical attraction there, Cassie.” He looked across at Joseph, who was conversing quietly with Bunny while teasing her with the toy, and then Samson turned back to her. “I could offer to set her up with another sadist from now on, but I’d need to talk to her first and arrange the transition carefully. She has a high degree of trust in me, and I wouldn’t cut her off abruptly. What she does is a tremendous service to others, and I feel gratified in returning the favor when I help her out.”
“Can you tell me more about her? I mean I’d meet her if she ever came here, wouldn’t I?”
Attentive as always, Joseph glanced up at Samson and gave a slight nod and said, “Victoria wouldn’t want you to do anything that might put a potential full-time relationship in jeopardy.”
Samson said, “She’s a perinatologist. She saves babies who otherwise might be lost before they’re even born and mothers who have life-threatening complications during pregnancy. You could meet her the next time she comes in if you’d like.”
Cassie mulled over what he’d said and tried to hide a reaction to Bunny’s very surreptitious thumbs-up gesture and nod. She didn’t want her friend to get in trouble with her Dom or extend her clitoral torture. Finally she patted Samson’s chest and laid her cheek against his shoulder. “It seems as though you’re willing to make quite a few concessions for me in this world of yours.”
“Because I want you in it with me more than anything else related to the lifestyle.”
“I’d like to meet her, I think. You’ve given me a lot to think about. Would you mind if I excused myself to the ladies’ room?”
“No problem. It’s through that archway.” He pointed the way and said, “When you return, I’ll tell you about fantasy role play spankings.” Her expression must’ve been comical, and his laughter lightened her mood as he helped her from his lap. “Don’t be long, and no stopping to talk with strangers.”
“I’ll be fine, honey. Judging by how many people have been sneaking looks in our direction while we’ve been talking, they all know I’m here to be with you.”
“To be with me.” His eyebrows waggled, and he kissed her hand as she stood beside his chair and rubbed the top of her hand against his raspy cheek. “I like the sound of that.”
Several others entered and exited in the bathroom, but it was blessedly quite when she left her stall and stopped in front of one of the sinks. She studied her reflection in the vanity mirror and wished she were the type brave enough to wear a tiny dress like the kind Bunny was wearing. Above the waist, she could probably get away with such revealing garb. Below the waist…well, she could try, but it wouldn’t be a comfortable evening.
A woman half her age breezed in behind her, bliss on her tear-stained face as she met her gaze in the mirror, smiled, and passed by, softly saying, “Your dress is pretty.”
“Thank you,” Cassie replied. She looked over her shoulder and noticed several long stripes showing above the low back of the woman’s dress. She didn’t look as though she felt any pain, and Cassie already knew drug use was forbidden and Joseph had mentioned there was a two-drink limit. Must be the endorphins.
She turned back to her mirror, not desiring to be caught staring at anyone, when the pad of footsteps came up behind her.
“You’re in over your head,” a sultry voice said.
She glanced in the mirror next to hers and made eye contact with Jillian. “Am I?”
“Mmm-hmm,” Jillian murmured as she lifted her long, slim arms over her head in a languid stretch. She was stark naked and practically purring as she turned and arched this way and that, taking in what she could of the masses of red streaks covering parts of her back from shoulders to thighs. She turned the other direction to look over her shoulder, in the process showing off her perfectly formed willowy body.
“What do you mean?”
Taking in a leisurely breath and then letting it out as if she felt utterly replete, Jillian turned her gaze and tilted her head, taking in Cassie’s appearance very slowly from head to toe. “Don’t get me wrong. For a woman your age, you’re quite lovely. But you’re in over your head with Samson.” With a sweeping caress of her hand down the back side of her body, which made her hiss and gasp with pleasure, she added, “If you think this is something, you should’ve seen me after Samson had his way with me last fall. It was utterly…divine. But then again, I’m built for his world. You, with your mommy-body in a camouflaging maxi-dress…I just don’t see you lasting long on your knees or in wrist cuffs. His attentions would likely put someone soft and vanilla like you in the ER.”
The other submissive finished her business in her bathroom stall and came out quietly, glancing at Cassie and giving Jillian a wide berth as she chose a sink, washed her hands, fluffed her hair, and walked out.
Cassie had grown up in an extended family with more than its fair share of manipulative and territorial members, both men and women. Sometimes the women were the worst, and she recognized Jillian’s ploy for what it was, an attempt to get the competition out of the way.
“Samson is here now, and he mentioned you.” Not a lie.
“Did he?” Jillian asked, the hint of interest carefully veiled in her husky voice as she inspected her eyeliner.
“You should definitely come and greet him…and his twin brother when he gets here.” Also not a lie. It’s a free country.
Jillian smiled at her reflection. “Samson has a twin? How delicious.”
Cassie mastered the shudder that threatened at Jillian’s rapacious tone. “I’m sure Samson would be pleased to speak with you.” Also not a lie because when I tell him what you told me he’s going to have plenty to say, you viper.
Jillian turned to look directly in her eyes, gave a playful smile, and reached out to pat her arm as if in consolation. “I’m so glad you understand. I wasn’t trying to hurt your feelings. I just don’t want to see you get hurt. Samson is famous for his…horrifically rough edges,” she added, sliding her hands down her abdomen and over her thighs, perhaps hinting that she had knowledge of his carnal appetites as well as his sadistic ones. He would’ve told Cassie if there had ever been anything between the two of them. She knew Jillian was lying. She’d wanted to send Cassie running for the exit in tears.
I’ve been around the block a time or two, Cruella. That’s the benefit of age and perspective. Only he can make me leave.
Satisfied, Cassie nodded and looked away from the riot of stripes on Jillian’s b
ack. Samson had told her he gave those to masochists who desired it. Maybe she could give him something he desired even more.
When Cassie exited into the hallway, Bunny came skidding around the corner on her socked feet, running to the bathroom.
“Are you all right? Shae, one of my friends here, told us that bitch was in there talking to you. What did she say?” Bunny asked in a stage whisper at Cassie tugged her down the hallway so they couldn’t be overheard.
“Shhh, and I’ll tell you,” Cassie replied in a whisper. “I hope I haven’t royally fucked up.”
A minute later, after Cassie had explained what she’d told Jillian, Bunny was gaping at her with merriment dancing in her bright turquoise-blue eyes. “You are the shit, Cassie! You’d better go and tell Samson everything. Ivan texted to let Samson know he’s on his way over right now. This is gonna be epic!”
Either that or my ass is going to be in a sling.
Cassie touched Bunny’s arm and said, “Did you have permission to come and check on me? I don’t want you to get in more trouble.”
Bunny snorted with laughter. “Trouble?”
“Joseph was torturing you earlier. I didn’t want to make the torture worse or for you to be in trouble. I mean I assume you had to have permission to come and check on me and tell me Ivan was coming since he’d made you be quiet.”
As they walked toward the VIP seating area, Bunny held up a hand and ticked off one finger. “Joseph can’t take control of me unless I allow it, meaning that I submitted to his silence edict.” She ticked off another finger. “I love seeing the sadistic bastard enjoying himself while torturing me, and, yes, it is torture, even though it’s with pleasure. I could take off this damned motherfucking toy any time I wanted, but I won’t because it cranks his tractor to have me at his mercy.”
“But aren’t you worried he’d take the torture to the next level?”
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