Forever More

by Rachel De Lune

  The man trails the fronds of the flogger over her skin as he paces around his vulnerable prey. Her gasp doesn’t reach my ears, but I don’t need it to. I can see her ribs heave and her lips mouth words. She silently begs for relief. Her desperation is written on her form.

  “More,” I murmur. She needs more, like I do, every time I’m with Seb. My own need blooms in the pit of my stomach, and my clit longs for the friction of my thighs, my dress, my fingers.

  “You should recognise this, Isabel. I’ve done this to you. I’d like you to watch this evening. Look at what the Dominant does and how his sub reacts. Let yourself enjoy it. Understand?” The deep tones of Seb’s voice stoke my growing need. I melt into him.

  He’s right. I do recognise this. The sensuality and carnal nature of the scene steal my curiosity. I see her, but I also see me. I feel her arousal as my own. The lion stops his stalking. The flogger rises and descends. Thud, thud, thud. Each strike matches my heartbeat as the fronds fall to her back.

  The man covers her body with his. He traces the shape of her slender body with his hand before his palm slaps. He pads back a few feet and swats her again with the flogger in his hand. The muscles in his upper torso transfix me. They tense before each strike, a snap in his arm to deliver the next blow. My eyes follow his movements and I see the sub relax into her restraints after each hit. A rhythm ensues, their exchange mesmerising.

  Minutes merge together until I pant with frustration. The steady beat of Seb’s heart pumps against my back. He presses our bodies close, shielding me from any stray eyes. I want more. I want his touch. I want his affection. The sub’s desperate moans mirror my desire.

  “Do you like watching the power exchange, Isabel? Do you see what the sub gives to her Dom? She surrenders her body and her control over what happens to him. She puts her trust in him not to hurt her and to bring her pleasure. That exchange is the first step in this scene.” Seb’s words drip with sensual command. With nothing other than his voice, Seb could make me come on the spot while watching this show.

  “Yes, Sir. I like watching them.” My husky words sound sexy even to me.

  “Continue to watch. Don’t take your eyes off them.” A shiver runs over my skin at the command. I doubt I’ll have any trouble obeying.

  Seb’s hand snakes under my dress and teases a path up my inner thigh. His touch promises the relief my pussy craves. We’re in a public club, anyone could see Seb’s hand between my legs. I should stop Seb’s public fondling and protest. My legs shift in response, widening so that Seb can find my aching clit.

  My eyes fix on the couple in front of me. The Dom flicks long, sensual, suede tails over her back and thighs before moving towards her. I watch and I feel. Seb’s fingers rest tauntingly close to my labia. I’m desperate for him to touch me. He skims a finger over my wet seam and I sag back into his body.

  “Someone is very wet. Do you want to be flogged? Do you want me to tie you up and flog you?”

  “Yes, god. Please, Sir.” His finger drives inside of me, my reward for begging. Seb slides in and out, slow and steady.

  “Keep your eyes open and on the couple.” My hooded eyes fly wide at his warning. The Dom has turned the woman around so she faces us. A blush rushes over my cheeks as she looks right at me. With one hand clamped around the sub’s neck, her Dom whispers in her ear and spanks her sex with a small flogger.

  “That sub is going to come when her Dom tells her to. I’m going to finger fuck you and I want you to come when she does.” I don’t answer. I’m lost in my own fantasy. I hear Seb’s words and I want nothing more than to do as he says. My nerves, fears, everything from earlier is forgotten. Nothing else matters but watching the woman in front of me submit to a man controlling her pleasure—controlling mine.

  Seb’s fingers grow urgent, and keep time with the smacks of the flogger. Her muscles are tight and her chest rises on every deep breath. The sub is desperate to release. My orgasm coils in my stomach, my legs tense in the restraints of Seb’s body. Just… a little… more.

  “Come!” a deep, gravelly voice barks and the sub contorts wildly as her orgasm fires. Her release and Seb’s fingers force my own climax. My knees give and my spine stiffens as I ride crashing waves of pleasure. I close my eyes and sink back into bliss.

  Soft, wet lips cover the column of my neck and I regret that we are in a room full of people. I want to be hidden away where Seb can make love to me until I come again. His erection jabs into my back, and I wonder what his plans are now.

  “Come with me.” Seb pulls me back through the room towards the doors. After leaving the room, Seb stalks down the corridor, past the archway and along the other hallway. There are a series of doors to one side, evenly spread apart. He stops, enters number eight and pulls me inside.

  A king size bed dominates the room bare of little else. My stomach drops at the click of the lock, but I’m glad of the privacy. I drag my eyes from the bed and search Seb’s face. He looks hungry, and I’m his perfect treat to taste. I wait patiently for instruction.

  “I’m going to strip you and then I’m going to suck your gorgeous breasts into my mouth. I want you to be loud. Tell me how I make you feel. When I can see your wetness trickling down your thighs, I’m going to lie down and you’re going to ride my cock.”

  Oh god, I want to come! “Yes, Sir.”

  “Good.” He closes the distance between us and I brace for his assault. From our dirty talk I expect a passionate embrace, but Seb takes his time. He’s gentle. He slides the fabric of my dress from my shoulders. The bodice slithers to my waist. He sucks my nipple into his mouth before lowering his knees to the floor, pulling the rest of the fabric from my body. Sparks travel down to my clit. He’s still in his suit while I’m standing before him naked, submitting to his fantasy. My fantasy.

  He pops my nipple from his lips and circles my belly button with his tongue. I convulse and bend my body in pleasure. Pressure registers deep inside me and I grow unsatisfied with his tease. I want to ride him.

  “You like that?”

  “Yes,” I pant, holding onto his shoulders for stability. The ends of my hair tickle my bum as I throw my head back in pleasure.

  “Are your thighs wet yet, Isabel?”

  “I hope so. Please, Sir. I want you.” His tongue pauses in its stimulation of my body. Please, please, please.

  “On the bed.” I turn and crawl onto the bed. On any other occasion I’d admire the silk sheets, but I want Seb under me. He walks around to the side of the bed, divesting himself of clothes. He lies down and I eagerly climb onto him.

  “We do this my way. Understood?”

  “Yes, Sir.” This is what I crave. This is what makes my heart dance with joy. Seb takes control and doesn’t allow me space or time to worry or think. I can relax and just feel.

  “Straddle me.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He leans up and guides me to the position he wants. My pussy is open to him and grazes his firm cock. I barely avoid grinding down on him.

  “Keep your hands behind your back. Hold onto your wrists. I’m going to move you.” I do as he says. He lines up his hard, straining cock with my entrance and thrusts in. We both moan in pleasure. The gentle pressure of him filing me sends pulses of heat through my body. I fight the urge to move my hands and grab his shoulders for support.

  Each of his fingers digs into my hips, anchoring me to him as he begins a gentle rock. He slides in and out, rubbing deliciously against my exposed clit. My eyes roll back and I let heat, love and lust consume me.

  The gentle motion doesn’t last. He picks up pace, thrusting me down onto him and spiking my arousal. I’m not going to last long, but he said nothing about holding my orgasm back.

  “Yes, oh yes. Sir, you’re going to make me come.”

  “Good. Just a little bit longer.” Seb’s hands move and he wraps my body in one of his arms, pulling me closer to him. We’re so close. The shift in position adds to my pending rush.

 
“Sir, I’m going to come…” As I shout the words, Seb’s free hand snakes over my bottom, and his finger presses at my rear entrance.

  “Good. Come.”

  I’m so focused on my climax that the unfamiliar pressure only adds to my release. As his finger breaches my tensed muscle, his body contracts and he erupts inside of me. I want to escape the intrusion of his finger but that would require me to stop milking his cock.

  Finally, when the tremors have subsided, I slump forward onto Seb’s body. He falls back to the bed, taking me with him. His finger pulls out and I shift to let his cock slide free. We’re too spent to do anything more and I rest against Seb’s chest, listening to his pounding heart.

  I wake to a chill and take a moment to orientate myself. We must have dozed off. I head to the other door in the room and hope it’s a bathroom. It is and I clean up and sneak back to Seb. He’s stirred, too, and is holding the covers open in welcome for me. I snuggle under and resume my comfortable position against his chest.

  The soft trailing of his fingers over my shoulder relaxes my tired body, but my mind is awake. I have so many questions about this place, but I’m not sure how much I want to ask or even which questions I want answers to. I know that Seb learned what he knows from somewhere. Perhaps this was the place. Maybe this was where he took women and spent evenings dominating them.

  “Will you tell me some more about Solace? Why you brought me here?” My voice sounds small and unsure. I’m still not sure how to be on the days that I give over control to Seb. The rules are fuzzy in my head. When it’s just the intimate sex stuff, it’s easy. I’ve always wanted that. It’s natural. Outside of that…

  “I’ve been coming here, on and off, for several years. A friend of mine recognised some of my traits, similar to how I recognised the submissive in you, and suggested I give this a try. Of course, I loved it. It was something that had been missing for me until then. But I didn’t like the public element of the club scene. There is an expectation to play with other submissives, casually, nothing past the scene or evening. That wasn’t what I was looking for.”

  “You wanted a relationship?”

  “Yes. I wanted to meet someone with matching interests, someone who shared my desires and my hunger for a D/s exchange.”

  “And they didn’t? The women in your past?” I can’t help sounding nervous, but Seb just holds me tighter.

  “If I wanted a submissive for one night, I could play at Solace. If I wanted a long-term D/s relationship, I had to risk finding a submissive woman through dating. A pattern developed. The women I got even remotely close to feigned interest. My date would pretend that D/s was what she wanted and submit just enough that I believed her. I began to hope I’d found an honest submissive. The woman would tell me how much she wanted to please me and make us work, but as soon as we got past a few sex toys and kinky underwear, pleasing me went out the window. These women found no pleasure in my more stringent desires, so I learned to guard my true feelings.”

  I remember back to the beginning of our relationship, to his task to buy a number of sex toys to play with that filled certain criteria. He gave me the instructions, but it was my choice what to buy. He always said that he was impressed with my choices.

  “What are you thinking, Isabel? I need you to communicate with me.”

  “I’m just thinking about what you’ve said. About this place. I’m not sure… It’s a lot to take in.”

  “You were doing fine until I told you about why I brought you here.”

  “Was it a test?” I voice my biggest fear—that Seb was testing me like he was the other women in his life.

  “No, sweetheart. This wasn’t a test. Not like that.” He rolls to his side so we’re facing each other and tilts my head up with his finger. “Isabel, look at me.” My eyes jump up to his. “I already know that you’re perfect for me, that we match. You want what I want from a relationship and you submit beautifully to me. I wanted to explore your boundaries to see how you liked the club environment, to see if this interested you. I’m going to continue to do that, explore and find out how far I can take you. It’s how we’ll grow stronger, by exploring our mutual pleasures. We have our own rules that work for us. You submit to me totally for a couple of days a week. I’ve never had that before and I fucking love that you want to please me.

  “I’ve told you before that I’ve taken you further than I ever thought possible,” he says. “I want to see where else I can take you. I’m drawing from my past experience, but you need to talk to me. If you don’t like anything…”

  “It’s not that I didn’t like it.”

  “Then what?”

  I steel myself to be strong and just tell him. “I’m experiencing a part of your past and it raises some of my insecurities. A part of me wants something new for us, that’s special, just for us.”

  “Oh, sweetheart. The women in my past are exactly that—in my past. I might have learned technique, how to flog, how best to spank, but there was never the intimacy that we share. I was never a regular here. Many of my visits were to catch up with friends in a mutually convenient and interesting environment.”

  “Okay.” After listening to his words, I feel lighter.

  “Okay, what?”

  “Okay, Sir.”

  “Better. I know you have insecurities, but we both have a past and you need to learn to trust again. Understand that I’m not your ex-husband.”

  “I’m sorry.”

  “We’ll get there, sweetheart. Tell me what you thought of the club.”

  “You mean you couldn’t tell from my reaction? I thought that would have been obvious.”

  “Oh, your reaction was perfect. How did you feel about the rest of it—upstairs, the restaurant, the nooks and the playroom, the other people?”

  “I loved the restaurant, but I was nervous about what else was coming so I found it hard to enjoy the special details. I felt anxious and wasn’t comfortable in the dress. I didn’t know what was going to happen next. Yet the whole set up was very sexy. The intimacy of dinner, together with the anticipation of what was to come. It was a lot to take in. I did want to, though.”

  “I know. Thank you for trusting me today. I know the dress was the first stumbling block for you, but you look fucking gorgeous in it. Now, I want to take you back to our bed and make love to you.”

  Just like that, my heart swells with love for this man.

  Lying in our bed at home, you’d have thought I’d be able to sleep. Especially after all of the sex and excitement. Wrong! It’s Friday tomorrow, today… I glance at the clock. 3:50 a.m. I have to be up for work in a couple of hours.

  Seb sleeps soundly next to me, but I can’t stop going over what happened this evening. I never imagined I would allow myself to do what we did. I didn’t even know places like Solace existed. The club was everything that my fantasy could have designed, and not as intimidating as some of the blog and Tumblr posts made it out to be. My body certainly didn’t put up any objection.

  I know I like to submit to Seb. That’s never been in question. My growing fears over my independence don’t feel so big anymore. Could I give over more control to him? My frustrations are building, along with my confusion at my own feelings. My emotions have been an ever-changing hindrance.

  Slipping from the sheets, I pad quietly out to the kitchen. I pull a pan from the drawer and warm some milk while I pull the cocoa powder from the back of the cupboard. I haven’t resorted to hot chocolate to help me sleep in years. As I stir the chocolaty goodness, I stare vacantly.

  I take my mug and curl up in Seb’s chair. If I’m not going to sleep, I may as well try to unravel my feelings. Although he agreed to take things slow, tonight was a much bigger step than we’ve previously taken. But I did it. Sure, I had some wobbles, but at no point did I want to stop. The desire to please Seb outweighed the anxiety of not knowing what was going to happen, or my initial reluctance at following through. Perhaps I can be everything that Seb hopes I am.
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  Trusting my feelings and putting faith in them again is still a big step. Added to that is my fear that I’m not everything Seb needs. That thought is my biggest downfall. Perhaps all I need is more time. We are taking it slowly, properly. Things are falling into place. The world doesn’t end when my experiences expand.

  My head nestles into the side of the chair and I curl around myself, thinking back to how it felt while Seb made love to me earlier tonight and how my feelings for him have grown over these last few months. I will be enough for him.

  “Izzy? Izzy, wake up, sweetheart.” Seb’s voice calls to me in my dream. It’s a nice dream. “Izzy, wake up. Time to get to work.” His voice is louder now and I blink. “Good morning. When did you sneak out here?” Seb crouches down in front of me, a hot cup of coffee on the table next to him.

  “Umm, about four this morning. I couldn’t sleep.” My eyelids feel like they have weights attached to them, dragging them closed. I force a few more blinks and try to hold my eyes open. All I want to do is go back to sleep. My eyelids slip closed.

  “No, no, you have to get up. It’s Friday. You can sleep in tomorrow.” Pulling my arm up, Seb drags me from my slumber and walks me straight to the bathroom. Water droplets are already running down the side of the shower. Seb had his.

  “What time is it?” I utter behind a stifled yawn.

  “Just before eight.”

  Shit! “I’m going to be late!” I try to move my body into gear, but it’s simply not cooperating.

  “Relax. I’ll drive you to work and pick you up this evening.”

  “That’s going to be no quicker than me driving myself,” I shout from under the shower, frantically wetting, washing and rinsing.

  He doesn’t answer, so I assume he’s leaving me and my bad mood to get ready. In record time, I’m out and rushing to gather the first suitable clothes I can find.

  Ten minutes later, I walk toward Seb, who sits leisurely at the breakfast bar.

  “I’m ready. Let’s go.”

  “How are you feeling?”