Handing her the glass of wine, he told her to drink up so they could begin their exploration of the club. He sipped his scotch and studied her as she scanned the room. He kept one hand pressed between her shoulder blades. She knew he could feel her heart pounding. She concentrated on her breathing and calmed herself, reciting the rules in her head, determined to follow them and not disappoint him. Again.
Stopping her casual glance around the room, she cocked her head slightly as she studied two couples seated about twenty feet from them.
There was a man seated on a sofa, his back to them. Kneeling at his feet, hands behind her back, eyes trained on the floor, was his sub. The man was engaged in a conversation with a domme seated across from him; her sub, also a woman, knelt with her hands locked behind her head and chest outthrust, her eyes also trained on the floor.
“Why aren’t they allowed to sit in the chairs? Did they do something wrong?”
“No, Victoria. Those are classic submissive poses. It’s a sign of their submission.” He stroked his hand down her thigh and gripped her knee. “The sight of a sub on her knees is…well, let’s just say, it does something to us doms. When she puts herself in such a vulnerable and compliant position,” he explained, his voice thickening, “it helps keep our heads in a dominant mindset. Just as much as it would keep your head in a submissive mindset.”
She studied the positions intensely as she considered what he’d said. Maybe there was something to be said for that. Part of what made it hard to follow the rules was that everything else just seemed so normal. Sitting in a bar, sipping a drink, chatting with a bartender…the place wasn’t really all that unusual. If you ignored the near-naked attire and slaps and moans from the sides of the room, that is.
As soon as she finished her cabernet, he took her glass and tapped her on the leg.
“Up.”
She rose unsteadily, and he smirked. She was trying to act confident, but she was nervous as hell. He stood behind her and pressed her against him, wrapping his arm around her waist and trapping her arms the way he had in her bedroom. Lowering his lips to her ear, he covered the basic layout. If his hot breath hadn’t been tickling her ear and his deep voice causing tremors through her body, she probably would have learned more.
“Over there by the door where we came in, there’s a supply station. Most of us bring our own toys, but if there’s something you need, Master Jonas probably has it there. We’ll check it out later. In the next alcove, there’s a St. Andrew’s cross. I’d love to play with you there someday. It’s a perfect way to restrain you for flogging or spanking.” She shivered and let out a slight whimper. “Or teasing,” he said, tracing his finger down the column of her neck to the valley between her breasts. She shuddered.
Gesturing to the next alcove, he continued. “Master Duncan is using the spanking bench. Mmmm…and one of my favorite types of paddle.”
Victoria leaned back, startled by the sharp sound of the paddle striking flesh. The moans she heard from the woman on the bench made her throb, remembering how excited she’d been after Michael had spanked her. She steadied herself and rubbed against his cock, causing him to groan softly and shift to lessen the contact.
Glad I’m not the only one with issues here.
Guiding her by the wrist again, he led them to another club chair, this one facing the play area. Settling her on his lap, he rested his hand lightly at the base of her throat. It was the least erotic touch he’d given her since they’d entered the club. She suspected he was gauging her reactions. Beats the hell out of having to explain how I’m feeling, she thought. He’s like a human lie detector or something.
Duncan’s sub was tied down to the bench with her ass raised high in the air. Secured at ankles, knees, elbows, and wrists, she was held firmly in position, and he was applying the paddle methodically across her ass and upper thighs. The intensity seemed to have picked up, and she’d begun to cry. Her skin was a deep red, and each strike resulted in a sudden flash of white, which quickly flushed crimson. As they watched, her cries turned back to moans and she began to rock slightly, as much as her bonds would allow.
Duncan tossed the paddle and unzipped his jeans, quickly sheathing himself first in a condom and then in his sub. Vicki had been mesmerized, cringing slightly at each blow but shifting on Michael’s lap.
She averted her gaze when Duncan thrust himself inside the sub. But the sounds of pleasure coming from the woman were irresistible; she soon found herself watching again. As much as she didn’t like pain, the scene before them riveted her.
“See how wet she is? She wants his hard cock. She craves it. Did you notice how her cries became moans?” He raised his hand to trace lightly along the lace edging of her bodice. She shivered at his touch. “That’s called subspace, baby. At a certain point, the pain and the pleasure all morph together, and it’s a kind of high. I want to take you there.” He reached down to stroke the inside of her thigh, and she squirmed and moaned in his arms. “You’re close to coming now, aren’t you? Just from watching. That could be you on that bench. I’d tie you down, put clamps on you, maybe even put a plug in your ass.”
His words thrilled her. She was so confused, knowing what he said was true, sure that it made her some sort of a freak.
She shifted in his lap, and he groaned.
“Time to see what else is going on.” He pushed her away from the hardness between his thighs and helped her to stand. “Up.”
She swayed slightly again, and he held her tightly. Moving her to the next station, where a domme and her sub were using a table for wax play, Michael stopped Victoria outside the spill of light on the floor and whispered to her.
“Sarah and Tim are founding members here. They’re married, have a couple of kids. You can see she has him restrained with cuffs at his ankles and wrists.” Sarah held a lit candle over her husband’s chest and dribbled hot wax over a nipple, causing Tim to hiss before moaning. She raised the candle slightly higher before repeating the action on the other nipple. His erection bobbed as the wax made contact, and he whimpered.
“That’s right, slut. Show me how much you want it,” Sarah crooned.
Vicki tensed and turned slightly, as if to shield herself. Michael moved her along until they had left the scene area.
“Wax play can feel good, but it’s all about trust.” He moved his hand up to her chin and turned her to face him. “Did you see how she raised the candle the second time? If it travels a longer distance, it has more time to cool. And there are different kinds of wax that can be hotter or warmer. Some are even more of an oil than a wax when they melt.”
Her eyes widened with fear. That looks like it hurts. A lot.
“Do you want to do that to me?” Her voice shook with the question.
Michael cupped her cheek in his calloused hand. “I love the kind that melts into massage oil. But I wouldn’t do it unless you were ready. We talked a little bit about limits, remember. And this is just for you to learn about choices. Come. Let’s see what’s going on at the bondage chair.”
He brought her to the next scene area; the woman’s arms and legs were completely restrained, as was her chest and her waist. The dom had something that looked like a microphone pressed against her pussy.
“What is he doing to her?” Vicki asked breathlessly.
The sub’s whimpers and moans were audible where Michael sat them down.
“That’s a vibrator—kind of an industrial strength one. He’s teaching her to control her orgasms. Looks like she’s having trouble with the lesson, but he’s working her well.” He pulled Vicki back to lean against his chest and wrapped one arm around her waist before pushing her thighs apart and stroking the sensitive skin just inches from where she was growing even wetter at the scene before them. She was fixated on the sub, who seemed to be pleading while the dom shook his head and spoke firmly.
“Not until I say, greedy girl. You know your orgasms belong to me. Every time you beg, I’ll just make you wait longer.�
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The sub whimpered in response, biting her lip as if to keep from speaking. The dom’s arm was in constant motion, and the vibrator was glistening with the evidence of the sub’s arousal.
“See how he takes her to the edge and stops? He knows her body perfectly. Just like I want to know yours.” Vicki’s heart skipped a beat. The edge he spoke of was the same one he’d kept her on all day. Although he hadn’t let her come, she’d never been so turned on. All the foreplay and sex in the world had never made her so focused on her own body. In that moment, she wanted him to know her body’s reactions too.
I wish it was me in that chair.
Thinking it, there was no shame, no remorse. She wanted that connection with Michael. Needed it.
Chapter Twenty-Five
He’d been teasing her all day, and now he knew he’d been doing something that really turned her on. She shifted in his lap, her movements clearly not accidental. Her ass was most definitely rubbing against his cock, and she was shivering in his arms. Even after her rant about him giving her permission to come, the power exchange before them electrified her.
“You like that, don’t you, dirty girl? Is it the talking that turns you on, or the teasing?” She groaned as he embraced her more tightly, allowing his arm to ride up and touch the underside of her breasts. “A little bit of both, I think. My sweet little submissive likes to be spoken to like a filthy slut sometimes, doesn’t she?” Her breath hitched, and she shuddered.
The dom was masterful in command of his sub. Pushing her boundaries just an inch at a time, he eased off slightly until she could regain control; each time she was able to hold back just a little longer. His sub, though, was having difficulty restraining herself. He knew if he didn’t move them along soon, she’d bring him to a climax inside his pants with all her squirming.
He led Victoria to the last occupied station. As they walked, he paused to explain the chain station and the stocks. Neither of those seemed to pique her interest, and the cage corner, with several barred enclosures of different shapes and sizes, seemed to bother her immensely. He barely slowed upon reaching them, noting her discomfort and moving them along, knowing he enjoyed restraining her far too much to leave her languishing in a cage where he couldn’t touch and tease her.
By the time they reached the last scene area in use, he was acutely tuned in to her nonverbal cues. Jonas had apparently been relieved of his desk duty and had decided to have some playtime. He was with one of the newer subs, a girl in her late twenties named Jessica whom Michael himself had played with once or twice. She’d been a member for about a year, sticking with Club Marquis even though the dom she’d been with when she joined had left almost immediately. He apparently hadn’t taken well to some of Jonas’s coaching.
Like any other extreme activity, BDSM attracted all kinds. The club had a fair number of sadists, but on rare occasions one might be uncontrolled and not respect the choices of others, violating the core principle of the lifestyle: safe, sane, and consensual. Jonas kept close tabs on all his members, and after he’d observed Jessica safe word three times in one night, he’d pulled her dom aside for a chat. Not only had he repeatedly exceeded her tolerance for pain, he’d provided no aftercare when it was clear the girl needed some. The last time, he’d violated one of the few club rules: he’d intentionally drawn blood. Jonas had described it as one of the most vicious canings he’d ever seen. Nobody was more surprised than Jonas when Jessica returned, albeit without her dom and without her collar.
Jessica, Michael knew, liked pain. She didn’t like it quite as much as some subs he knew, but she was definitely a masochist and more of a pain slut than Michael would normally prefer. Even more than pain, though, she enjoyed verbal humiliation, and that was something that turned Michael on immensely. He’d found a place where their kinks worked well together a couple of times, but planning their scenes was more cumbersome than he wanted for anything more than occasional play.
Jonas had Jessica bent over the spanking horse, her hips resting on the padded beam and her feet locked into a spreader bar. Her wrist cuffs were tied to eyebolts in the floor. She was completely displayed and open for him. He was using a flogger, and clearly had been doing so for a while based on the deep shade of red across Jessica’s muscular thighs and ass.
The chairs around the scene area were all occupied; when Jonas chose to play in public, he tended to attract an audience. Michael leaned against the back of a sofa in front of the unoccupied cage corner, facing the erotic show being provided. Spreading his legs, he pulled Victoria between them and flattened his palm over the bare skin of her décolletage, gripping her hip to pull her against his erection with his other hand.
Once again she was riveted. Jonas was using a rather stiff and painful flogger with very thin strips, but Michael had quite a few with less bite at his disposal. The idea of flogging Victoria had him almost mindless with need. Silently begging her to be aroused by the scene before them, he rested his chin on her shoulder.
“Remember how all your sensations were heightened when your skin was pink and tingling?” he whispered. “Imagine how vulnerable she is. How you would be, spread open like the dirty girl you are. You’d have no control over anything. I could do whatever I wanted to do.” She gasped at his words, closing her eyes and letting her head fall back on his shoulder. “Once you agree to be restrained, all you have to do is feel. That’s what will happen when you submit to me.”
Michael could tell Jonas was about to finish. He placed several light and well-angled slaps of the flogger against the cleft of Jessica’s ass, letting the tips brush against her pussy. The sound of a flogger hitting moisture is a distinctive one. There was no question that Jessica was aroused.
The sounds of leather on flesh ceased, and Victoria trained her gaze back on the scene. Jonas had unzipped his pants, sheathing himself in a condom and covering two fingers and his erection amply with lube. As Jonas prepared Jessica, Michael noticed Victoria’s head moving jerkily; she couldn’t seem to find a safe place to look. Many of the spectators had begun sucking and fucking in response to the intensity of the scene, and the lights trained on the scene area were spotlighting something it appeared she couldn’t fathom.
“Watch them, sweetheart. Watch her. When you’re properly prepared, anal sex can be incredible.” She shook her head slightly, mouth pursed in a slight frown. “You liked it when I fingered your tight little hole, my dirty girl.” He released her hip to caress her arm with his fingertips, keeping the pressure on the bare skin above the bodice of her nightie.
“I won’t lie to you, Victoria. I’m an ass man. I want to do things to yours that will make both of us delirious with pleasure. But we’ll take our time, I promise you that. And if you don’t like it, we’ll talk about it. I’m going to push your boundaries, but I’m not going to force you to do things you absolutely don’t want to do. I made you that promise.” He squeezed the fleshy part of her ass, reminding her of where he’d spanked her earlier in the day. “You know I keep my promises.”
She shifted nervously, but she watched. As Jessica’s moans grew louder and she begged for release, Victoria’s breathing quickened. Michael could smell her arousal, and his cock was so hard he was afraid he’d need to visit a hospital if he didn’t get some relief soon.
Although his restraint was legendary, Jonas couldn’t last forever. He let Jessica orgasm once and then brought her back to the brink again before coming with her, collapsing over her in a strange yet tender embrace.
The crowd began to clear, but Victoria remained riveted, studying Jonas as he released Jessica from her bonds, soothing her with gentle words and touches. Once she was free, he helped her up and wrapped her in a soft blanket he’d laid on the oversize chair in the corner of the scene area. Settling his sub for a moment, he quickly wiped down the equipment and tossed the restraints he’d used in his leather satchel. Assessing the area one last time to ensure it was returned to its appropriate clean and tidy state, he lifted Jessica
effortlessly to her feet again, guiding her to a nearby sofa and folding her into his embrace.
Jonas held a bottle of water to her lips and watched Jessica closely as she drank. The scene had ended with a choreography as graceful as the one they’d witnessed during the act itself.
“What do you see, sweetheart?” Michael was fascinated by her fixation on the couple.
She sighed heavily. “He’s so sweet with her. He must really care for her a lot, the way he’s taking care of her.” Her voice sounded wistful.
Michael stifled a laugh, not wanting to dispel the veneration she had for what she was seeing.
“After an intense scene like that, some subs require what’s called aftercare. They aren’t a couple, but Jonas knows what Jessica needs. He’s giving it to her.” Michael wanted to feel Victoria snuggling in his arms the way Jessica was curled up with Jonas, but before he could wrap his arms around her, she spun to face him.
“That’s just—He doesn’t care about her at all?” The astonishment on her face simmered over a base of fury, as if she’d been horribly deceived.
“Shh, baby.” He brushed the backs of his fingers along her cheek to soothe her. “Sometimes the dom needs it just as much as the sub. He cares about her, but not the way you’re thinking. Most of the couples you’ve seen today are just that—couples—but it isn’t always like that.” He scrambled to find an explanation; he was desperate to make her understand. “For a sub to give herself up like that, to put that level of trust in a dom, there has to be a connection. Jonas and Jessica have played before. They’ll play again, I’m sure. But for them, it begins and ends here in the club.”
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