by Ivy Nelson
“Good evening, Master Lance, Marissa. Should I reserve an alcove for you tonight?”
Lance shook his head. “No thank you, Simon. We’re going to play in the main dungeon tonight. Do you need an extra set of hands? Marissa needs something to do. Just don’t pair her with Jodie for tonight.”
Marissa looked at him and shook her head no but stopped when he narrowed his gaze at her. Helping with set-up was part of a house subs duties and she was the one who wanted to be a real house sub. Besides, he needed a few minutes on his own to prepare for the scene he had in mind for later.
“Right this way, Marissa. We still need to stock the alcoves with fresh cleaning supplies.”
Marissa gave him a tense nod and Lance kissed her cheek. “Relax, Kitten. I’ll be close by.”
She smiled and briefly rested her head on his shoulder.
When she followed Simon back into the bar, Lance leaned against the reception desk and drew in a long breath. He hadn’t been this nervous about playing in the dungeon since his first few months being part of the Chicago kink scene.
Forty-five minutes later, he reclaimed Marissa from Simon and led her to the bar. Jodie was nowhere to be found and he’d seen Hunter disappear into the third parlor room a few minutes earlier.
“How are you feeling, Kitten?” Lance asked when they settled onto barstools and sipped on beers.
“Better. I like Simon. He’s sweet. Is he a house sub?”
Lance nodded. “In a way. He’s submissive and he started out as part a trainee, but we basically promoted him to the head of the program. He keeps the schedules of the shifts the house subs are supposed to work and makes sure set up goes smooth, and he works with whichever board member is supervising shut down each night. But he doesn’t have a specific house Dom he answers to. Mostly because we only have two female dominants who take on house subs and they don’t get to attend very often. It’s definitely an area we’re lacking in.”
Marissa listened intently as he talked about the club.
As they finished their beers, he picked up her hand and kissed it. “Let’s go to the dungeon, love.”
Together, they stood and walked into the dungeon where soft music was playing. It would ramp up to more intense music as people started playing. For now, most of them were milling about, being social.
The sound of a spanking caught their attention, and they both turned to find Eli using a hairbrush on Holly. Marissa looked away as they heard Holly cry out an apology for something.
Lance tugged her away from the sounds as Eli showed no signs of ending the spanking anytime soon. He didn’t punish Holly often, so whatever she’d done must have been serious to warrant a beginning of the night spanking in the public dungeon.
They wandered to a set of couches on the far side of the room and he tugged her into his lap. “You OK?” he asked.
She nodded. “I’m fine. Feel sorry for Holly, though,” she said with a giggle. “I can see a spanking, Lance. I just can’t handle getting one.”
He nodded and stroked her cheek. “I’m just making sure. I don’t want you in a bad head space before we play.”
She leaned down and kissed him. “I appreciate that, Sir.”
When she pulled away, he hooked a finger beneath her chin and stared up at her. The soft light of the dungeon cast her features in shadows in a way that made his dick hard. She belonged in a place like this as long as he was by her side or standing over her. A lopsided smile formed as he thought of the plans he had for her tonight. He didn't want to give those away though, so he quickly schooled his expression into the emotionless mask he often wore.
Around them, people slowly made their way to various play stations to begin their fun for the evening.
Some would wait until later tonight and others would bounce from scene to scene playing all night long. Across the room he spied Dakota talking with a longtime member. She poked him in the chest, and he grabbed her wrist and hauled her to a nearby play station. It would be one of many scenes for her tonight. The southern cattle heiress said it was how she let off steam. She wasn't looking for love or a collar just a fun time.
His eyes continued to scan the dungeon until they landed on Jax Fischer who sat in a corner watching the same scene he'd been eyeing.
Though the cowboy often denied it, Lance thought he had a crush on their Dakota and thought it would be amusing to see the two together. Dakota never approached him though.
A glance at Marissa told him she was watching a rope scene play out.
"Do you still play with rope?" he asked. When they had been together before, he learned a few things for her, but she was the real rope enthusiast and had even learned to self-suspend.
She shook her head. "It's been awhile. I still have all my rope stuff, just haven't pulled it out in a few years."
His hand rested at the small of her back and rubbed in gentle circles as he watched the same scene she did.
"I always enjoyed watching you with rope. We'll have to see if you still enjoy playing with it."
She turned then and planted a knee on either side of him, pressing her forehead to his.
"I'm really fucking nervous," she admitted, staring at him with her arms around his neck. He bent his head back and pulled her until their lips were almost touching.
"I appreciate you telling me. We'll go slow tonight."
Their lips met and he eased them into a passionate kiss. Longing flowed from both of them as their lips and tongues tangled in a dance of eroticism and emotion.
When he pulled away, much of the uncertainty was gone from her eyes, though he could still see traces of it.
If he had his way, it would all be gone in just a few minutes.
He twisted a hank of her hair into his fingers until she winced, and he saw her submissive switch flip. "On your hands and knees in front of the couch. Face that direction," he said, pointing to the rope scene that was still playing out.
She scrambled to comply. When her back was straight, he shifted and planted his booted feet on her back, crossing his legs at his ankles.
Her head turned so she could see him, and he shook his head. "Eyes in front of you, sub." She darted her gaze back to the suspension frame where a woman now hung from the frame in rope with her back facing the ground. Her partner worked his entire hand into her cunt. It was an act known as fisting and it had always aroused Lance despite never trying it for himself. His hands were massive, and the thought of actually doing it made him cringe. It was hot as hell to watch though.
The sub in the air cried out and her head fell back against the bed of rope she lay in as an orgasm overtook her.
Beneath his feet, Marissa trembled.
♦♦♦♦
Marissa inhaled deeply as she tried to force herself to relax into the feeling of Lance's heavy boots on her back. It was a position she'd been in before, along with a few other variations of Lance's boots resting on her body. She hoped there would be more of that as the night went on.
For now, she watched the fisting and rope scene in front of her and willed herself to think submissive thoughts.
The woman in rope must have had six orgasms in the last few minutes and they didn't seem to be wrapping up anytime soon.
When she was just about to turn and complain to Lance that her legs were getting stiff, she felt his boots leave her back. He bent forward and tugged her up by her hair.
"Let's play," he said as he stood. She scrambled to stand with him, reveling in the feel of his hand in her hair, tugging her through the dungeon.
They reached a play station along the wall and he wrenched her to her knees. She knew her eyes were wild with lust when she stared up at him.
She had no idea what he had planned.
Would he fuck her here in the dungeon? Or would he just work her up and make her wait until they went to bed upstairs? It was always a question when they played. Sometimes he just played with her body, heightening all her senses. Then he would end the scene and wait until they
were alone to give her what she needed. Other times, he took her in the dungeon and fucked her as if they were alone.
She observed as he tossed his toy bag on a nearby table. He pulled nothing out of it, though. Instead, he came to stand in front of her again and unbuckled his belt. When he unzipped his fly, she knew he was going to make her suck his cock and she licked her lips in anticipation.
"Be a good girl, now," he murmured as his erection came free and grazed her lips. They parted almost involuntarily, and he pushed his way into the hot cavern of her mouth.
She moaned when she tasted his thick flesh. In a past life, it had been one of her favorite tastes
One hand came to rest at the back of her head while the other gripped the base of his thick cock.
He guided her with his hand at the base of her neck until his erection touched the back of her throat.
She inhaled through her nose as she stared up at him and opened her throat to him.
He hummed his approval as he sank deeper into her mouth.
When he seemed sure of her comfort level, he pulled her away from his cock and thrust forcefully into her mouth again. His speed increased and soon he was fucking her face. She worked to keep up with the speed at which he shoved in and out, bobbing her head to meet each thrust.
Drool slid down her chin as she sucked him off. Brazenly, she lifted a hand and jerked his pants and underwear further down so she could cup his balls in her palm.
His eyes narrowed and he pulled free. "Naughty girl. I didn't give you permission to touch me."
Fire filled her belly and she gave his balls a gentle squeeze in defiance.
He stepped out of her reach and buttoned his pants again.
She pouted. Something she knew would piss him off.
It worked and he dropped to one knee in front of her, wrapping a hand around her throat.
"Still fighting it are you?" he murmured in her ear.
She pulled away from his hot breath, but his grip tightened, cutting off her breath just enough to get her attention.
"Strip." he ordered, stepping back.
Her eyes went wild and she didn't move.
Lance stepped to his bag and came back with a pair of safety shears that were usually used to cut rope in emergencies.
"Strip or I'll do it for you, and you won't be able to wear this outfit ever again. Do you want to help Simon shut down while you’re naked, kitten? Because I'll make you."
Would he really do that? She wasn't sure so she stared back at him. Testing his resolve.
He shook his head and grabbed a fistful of the black top she wore. Shock and pure lust filled her as the safety shears made quick work of the fabric. But because she had no desire to find herself cleaning up the bar stark naked later, she jumped up.
"Fine. I'll do it," she breathed, shucking her skirt and bra before he could attack them with the scissors. When she was naked, he ordered her to lay on the ground. The area they were playing in was padded with foam like squares and though she was sure they'd been sterilized, she didn't like the idea of laying down on the floor. But she did it anyway, because the look in Lance's eyes said he would wrestle her to the ground if he had to.
When she was lying on her back, he walked around her, examining every inch of her. When he stood at her feet, he roughly kicked her legs open with his boots. God those boots. If he pressed one against her slick pussy as he had done many times in the past, she would come in an instant. She whimpered at the very thought as cool air fluttered across her damp folds.
"Fucking hot," he murmured just loud enough for her to hear him over the music.
Then he walked back to his toy bag. When he returned, he handed her a vibrator.
"Play with yourself," he ordered. "I want to see you come all over this floor."
He dropped to one knee next to her and lifted one foot, forcing her to bend her knee so her heel rested against her thigh. He bound her leg to her thigh in a quick and dirty knot she could easily escape from but they both knew she wouldn't. She wanted this.
"If you don't want me to get the flogger out and use it on your cunt, you'll start playing," he growled as he moved to the other side and made short work of tying her other ankle to her thigh.
Like this, she was spread wide and her clit throbbed against the exposure of the room.
Tentatively, she brought the vibrator to her pussy and fumbled for the on switch.
It sprang to life and sent a jolt through her body. When her bound legs tried to fall closed, Lance was quick to kick them apart.
He stayed towering over her so she could see his stern expression as she played with herself. The orgasm loomed but didn't quite surface as she played.
"What's wrong kitten?" he crooned when he dropped to a kneeling position again and palmed her breast.
She used one hand to grip his boot as the vibrator worked against her clit.
"You want my boots on you?" She nodded frantically and he stood, digging his booted foot into her side. That wasn't quite what she had in mind, so she shook her head.
"No?" he questioned. As he lifted his foot. It came to rest on her throat and she looked frantically at him as he made it difficult but not impossible for her to breathe.
She ground the vibrator into her pussy but still couldn't bring herself to the edge.
"Must not be it either," he teased, pulling his boot away from her throat. Then he moved to stand between her legs and kicked her hand gently away from her clit. As soon as his heavy leather boot made contact with her engorged clit, she screamed out the orgasm. Lance continued to grind into her cunt with his boot, using just the right amount of pressure until she gave him two more orgasms.
"God damn it. That's the hottest fucking thing I've seen," she heard someone say near their play station. Her eyes darted open and she looked around her. They'd somehow grown an audience.
Lance dropped to a sitting position and pulled her into his lap, so they faced the wall. Her bound legs kept her pussy spread wide.
"Forget about the crowd," he murmured in her ear. "Your only job is to keep coming for me." He must have picked up the vibrator because it came to rest against her pussy again and he switched it on high.
Her head fell back against his shoulder as he coaxed her through another orgasm and then another. She lost count after six.
Her body was limp by the time he tossed the vibrator toward his open toy bag.
"I can take you upstairs or I can take you here on the floor. Your choice, Kitten," he murmured in her ear.
"Upstairs," she breathed.
Lance moved like lightening, cleaning up their space and repacking his toys. He tossed her a thin silk robe he'd stashed in his bag and she slipped it on.
Without a word, he gripped her hand and strode toward the dungeon entrance. He said nothing until they were upstairs in his suite where he quickly divested her of her robe and pushed her toward the bed.
"You're so fucking incredible," he said as he stripped off his clothes and settled between her thighs.
She jerked against the mattress when his cock made contact with her overly sensitive pussy.
"I need to fuck you hard and fast baby," he said.
"Yes, Sir. Please," she begged.
He needed no further invitation and he sank into her swiftly. His motions were frantic as he pounded in and out of her. He gripped at her shoulders and arms and she clawed his back as his cock pushed into her pussy over and over again.
His orgasm was close, she could tell by the way he stiffened inside her. She wasn't sure she had it in her, but she shoved one hand between their sweat drenched bodies and found her clit. It was tender and swollen but arousal fired through her as she rubbed in gentle circles.
"Now," he bit out as he came inside her.
Her own orgasm quickly followed his. She screamed out as her sore pussy convulsed around his spurting cock.
They collapsed in a heap as their pleasure subsided.
"Fuck," she murmured several minutes later
when their breathing had calmed. "I think you might have broken my pussy."
He hovered over her and brushed damp hair away from her face.
"That's a shame because I'm not nearly done with it yet. It's only Friday, Kitten. We have another party to look forward to tomorrow."
She let out a gasp at the not-so-subtle threat in his tone. She would definitely leave Colorado sore and exhausted.
Good thing she didn't mind a bit.
19
Marissa sat on Lance's jet Monday morning, feeling sore and satisfied. He had his headset on and murmured to his assistant about his schedule for the upcoming week, so she slipped her own headphones on and closed her eyes as the plane soared through the air, headed for Chicago.
When he touched her arm, she shifted her headphones to rest on her neck and smiled at him.
"Thanks for coming home with me," he murmured before bending to kiss her. "Will you stay with me until we come back to Colorado on Thursday?"
She bit her lip, enjoying the lingering tingle his lips left on hers. "I can probably do that. I'm technically on a six-week vacation from my job and I don't think I'll go back since I'll have enough to live on and get my own business up and running."
Lance squeezed her thigh in approval. "Thanks for agreeing to put in time at Moss Tech."
"It sounds like you could use the help. I've been monitoring that chatroom we found. Things have been quiet the last few days but this morning there was an uptick in activity, so I really want to make sure you're protected from attacks."
Lance laid his head against the seat. "Thanks. I've upped my security on everything and we're adding more layers of encryption but that may not be enough. I really just need this to be over, so I stop losing contracts."
Back in Chicago, they went straight to his apartment where he stripped her down and pushed her into his shower where he took his time tormenting her body. They would go to the office tomorrow, he declared as he carried her wet and shaking from the shower and laid her on the bed where he revved her up again.
After a nap, he'd woken her with his head between her thighs.
