“I need to remove your toys, and then if you give me a few minutes, I will gladly improve your oral skills.”
Chapter Eleven
One week turned into two. He finally took her out to the main floor and began spending time with other Doms and their subs. She sat at his feet, and what seemed so unnatural a few short weeks ago, became second nature. He never took her to a station and only worked with her privately. He pushed her past every limit she thought she had and he knew more about her body than she did. She had two nights off a week and he told her not to come to the club. He wanted her to do something she enjoyed with friends or family. There was no way she could tell him her enjoyment these days came only from pleasing him.
He continued to do scenes several times a week with different subs but he used toys to get them off and never had sex with them or even allowed them to give him blowjobs. She no longer watched the scenes because she hated to see the complete lack of emotion on his face as he hurt the subs that enjoyed his kind of pain. She learned through watching him that when he showed the least emotion was when he felt the most. If she stayed at the club when he was finished he would leave without speaking to her. It was easier for her to leave early. She hoped he stuck around the club when she wasn’t there and talked to someone even if it was another sub.
After the night she mentioned blowjobs, he made sure her BDSM education included oral skills too. He took her out to dinner several times a week and asked her about her day, her job, and her family. She learned not to ask him private questions. She remembered the words he spoke that left her feeling sad and alone.
“Trisha, I told you I would always let you know what to expect from me and be very clear about it. I am not willing to discuss my life outside the club. I work in the company my father started. He’s no longer alive. I have no siblings and a mother who drives me nuts though I love her. That’s it and it will only make me mad if you continue to ask. You really don’t want to make me angry.”
That was it. He was in one of his moods that night and she finally used her safe word. He held her while she cried.
“Shhh, you did well. I’m proud of you for what you gave me and proud that you knew your limit.” He placed gentle kisses over her face and neck until she calmed down. When it was time to leave they walked passed Simone and Kyle asked her if she was available for a scene. Her eyes lit up. He placed a soft kiss on Trisha’s lips, told her to take the next night off, and walked away with his pain sub. That was what Trisha referred to them as now.
She was frantic with worry, but when she went back to the club two nights later, he had set up a pirate ravishment roll play and brought her to orgasm more times in the one night than ever before.
She walked in on a Friday and went to the private room Kyle reserved for them. A note was on a bag sitting on the inside shelf.
“Dress in these and then go out to the carousel and I will collect you later.”
She had never been on the carousel before and the thought excited her until she looked at what was in the bag. It was a pair of yellow thong underwear and handcuffs. He had walked her through the club naked and sat with friends but had never had her walk alone in practically no clothing. She worried she had done something wrong and this was her punishment.
She went out and Raul was standing next the spinning toy land for grownups. “Kyle asked me to assist you on.”
“Thank you.”
“It’s not a problem.”
“I’m sorry Raul but do you know if I did something wrong?”
“It wasn’t you it was three other subs. They’ve been given to Kyle to discipline and he’s not happy.”
“Is he supposed to hurt them?”
“Yes, though not as badly as he usually does. The subs are being brought out one at a time so they don’t know what to expect.”
“What did they do?”
“All three women are collared and they went to a private party without informing their Masters. One of the regular Doms was there and spilled the beans.”
“I see and do you know the particular reason I must wait on the Carousel?”
“I’m not sure but I think he doesn’t want you alone in a private room for as long as this could take and he also doesn’t want you watching. Those would be my two guesses.”
“Why wouldn’t he want me watching? I’ve seen what he does.”
“But that’s with willing subs. This is different.”
“I want to watch.”
“He’s not handling this very well and I think you should do as he commands.”
“Too bad.”
She walked away and headed to the station he used when he whipped his pain subs. There were about twenty people watching in open fascination. The first woman was brought in. She was shaking and crying. Kyle barely looked at her. Her Dom secured her on the St. Andrews Cross with her back facing Kyle. After her Dom moved away, Kyle walked up to her and pulled her hair hard to the side so he could say something in her ear. Trisha couldn’t hear what it was but she heard the “Yes Sir” response from the sub.
He then proceeded to whip her. His face was completely controlled. As horrible as he wanted Trisha to believe he was, when it came to his need to inflict pain, he did not want to deal it out to anyone that didn’t want it. That was perfectly apparent in the control he kept over his emotions.
He gave her ten lashes before her Master unfastened her and carried her off. Kyle would not deal with her after care. Before she was taken away and while she continued to cry loudly, the next sub was brought in. Again the hair pull and again the “Yes Sir.”
This sub took it better than the last but she cried out with each strike. There was no sensual play only pain. On the tenth strike her cries turned into pleas to stop. Trisha had counted each lash and knew when he reached ten. Kyle looked to her Master and the Dom nodded his head. Kyle gave her one more. Her screams started, not knowing it was finally over. The next woman was carried in kicking and screaming.
“Red, red,” Came out of her mouth before they could put her on the cross. Kyle threw the whip to the floor and stormed from the scene. His eyes caught Trisha’s and for the first time she was truly afraid. He grabbed her hair and held on as he walked her to the private room.
“Knees.”
Her knees hit suddenly but she didn’t feel the shock.
“You were told to wait on the carousel but you disobeyed me.”
“Yes Sir.”
Suddenly, he lifted her from the floor and then picked her up and carried her across the room. He sat on the bed and placed her over his knees. His hand came down hard. She didn’t make a sound. Then it came down again.
Silence.
“What the fuck are you doing? Scream.”
Tears were running down her face but he couldn’t see them.
“No Sir.”
“Fuck.”
He lifted her up and then wiped her eyes with his fingers. His lips took her mouth in a kiss that sent a punishing zing clear to her toes. He lay back on the bed and brought her with him. Finally he stood up removing her thong and handcuffs, and then took his clothing off. He took a condom from his pocket and she placed her trembling hand out. He put the condom in her fingers but didn’t say a word.
One of the subs had shown her the trick and she had been practicing at home with a cucumber. She placed the condom in her mouth and then placed her mouth on his cock.
“Christ.” He said on a long groan.
When the condom was in place he flipped her over, and pulled her ass up and back. His cock drove inside her pussy in one smooth stroke. He stopped for a moment and his hand went to her reddened ass cheeks and gently smoothed over each. He drove into her again and then continued but with a slow steady rhythm until she was begging him to let her come. His hand went to her clit and he pinched hard. That was it. Her orgasm shook her body from her ears to her toes. He continued to pump into her until he finally cried out with his own release.
After their breathing s
lowed he gathered her into his arms. “Why did you disobey me sweet sub?”
“Because I knew punishing those women would hurt you. Why didn’t you say no? No one could make you do that.”
“Most subs at El Diablo are terrified of me and when I’m called in as punishment their bad behavior is not repeated.”
“What about the last sub?”
“She will be banned from the club.”
“I’m sorry Sir for disobeying you.”
His kiss was ever so gentle and then he made love to her slowly with his hands and mouth. He asked her to put the second condom on with her mouth again and she smiled for the first time that night. She gladly obeyed him.
Chapter Twelve
She arrived early but made her way straight to the private room. Master Damian greeted her when she opened the door and she let out a shrill squeak that made him smile.
“Kyle asked me to deliver a message and give you this.”
“What is the message Sir?”
“He has been unexpectedly called away. He doesn’t mind if you stay at the club but he wanted you to temporarily wear this.” He handed her the box.
She opened it and took out a gold linked collar about three fourths of an inch in width.
“Turn around and hold up your hair, I’ll put it on and then you may go out on the floor.”
She turned and felt her emotions surge with love for her absent Dom.
“Sir, is everything okay with Sir Kyle?”
“That’s something he will need to speak with you about when he returns.”
The worried look in her eyes must have affected him, “Kyle is fine, and it’s just personal issues.”
Feeling a little better she still worried about Kyle’s personal issues. She spent the evening talking to other subs. Raul stuck close by and told her Lydia wanted her watched closely. Lydia’s baby was due in a few weeks and she was not at the club that evening but she seemed to know everything that went on. It made Trisha smile and she was glad to have Raul with her.
Gloria ended up sitting and talking with her for a while too. “He collared you.”
“No, it’s only temporary while he’s out of town.”
“I have trouble believing that. Kyle keeps you locked away almost every night. You’re like the only sub that doesn’t do scenes in the stations. Everyone’s talking about it.”
“I can’t believe the amount of gossip that goes on here. Raul has been filling my ear for over an hour, and now you tell me I’m the subject of additional gossip.”
“I just thought you might want to know what people are saying. He doesn’t do half the scenes he used to and he no longer fucks his subs. That man has it bad for you.”
“I’m in training and I’m sorry but I don’t think he has anything for me but protective feelings for a sub in training.”
“You keep thinking that girlfriend.”
Trisha knew she was in love and Gloria’s speculation only made her heart hurt worse. It was even harder without Kyle at the club. She needed her Dom drug fix badly just like an addict.
She tossed and turned that night and then went into work the next day. It helped keep her mind off her missing Dom.
At the club that night, he still hadn’t returned. She was miserable and it was five days before she heard from him. While she was taking a shower, she missed his call. She didn’t recognize the number on her caller ID but her heart accelerated when she listened to his message.
“Hi sweet sub. I’ve missed you. I’m exhausted and I’m going to try and sleep for a few hours. I would like to take you to dinner but if you don’t mind meet me in my room. I’m in room 2501 and the code is 7437. Just let yourself in at six if you can make it that early. Wear something nice, I’m taking you to Mark’s. I’ll see you soon.”
His voice sounded husky and tired. Saturday night and he was getting her into Mark’s. She needed to go shopping.
The dress was red, seductive, and perfect. Her heels were black. He liked her hair down so she curled it into soft waves. She felt strange entering the code and not knocking but she followed his instructions. The lighting in the large apartment was set low but it didn’t hide the elegance. Her apartment would fit in the living room of this one. She saw no sign of her Dom and she decided to look for him.
He was in bed with a sheet partially covering one of his legs as he slept on his stomach. His ass cheek peeked out the twisted covers and she smiled.
Sitting on the side of the bed she ran her fingers over his shoulder and around to the front of his chest. His hard grip closed over her questing fingers.
“You dare to wake up your Dom?” He rolled pulling her fully onto the bed and into his arms.
The kiss was passionate and she felt it lock deep into her heart. He smelled delicious; amaretto, musk, and sleepy male. His mouth nuzzled her chin and neck.
“Emm, I could eat you. No, I will eat you.”
She laughed. “What about our reservations?”
“Do you care?”
“No.”
He finally looked at her.
“Stand up. I want to see this dress.”
She did as commanded and tried to portray a sexy come-hither smile.
“Turn around slowly.”
She spun.
“Exquisite, now take it off.”
She laughed and turned her back to him. “I need help with the zipper.”
The dress came off and it drifted to the floor as he lifted her to the bed. Her shoes and garter belts were still on but she had worn no panties.
He kissed his way down her legs and then placed them over his shoulders and spent the next ten minutes sucking, nipping, and teasing. He finally used his fingers and looked up past her stomach, over her breasts, and into her passion filled gaze.
“Come for me sweet sub.”
And she did. When her body stopped trembling, he placed her hands on the gold rails of the headboard.
“Hold on.”
His claiming wasn’t hard. He used slow steady strokes to drive her wild again. She watched his face when his eyes closed immediately before his orgasm tightened his features; it was the face she loved and belonged to the man she worshiped.
After both their breathing returned to normal, he called room service for champagne and dinner.
Grab a robe out of my closet. I’m going to take a quick shower.
Her eyes were shy. “Do you want me to join you?”
He smiled softly, “Yes and no. I love the way you smell right now; sex, woman, and spice. I’m not finished with you yet. We can take another shower later.”
How could any woman resist a man that wanted her smelling of sex? She put the incredibly soft white robe on and walked around the apartment admiring the artwork and furniture. The kitchen was incredible and she wondered if she would ever have a chance to cook him a meal here.
The bell sounded and she walked to the door figuring the champagne had arrived. She opened it and stood staring at a striking middle aged woman so obviously not a hotel employee.
The woman looked at her in shock. “Who are you?”
Before she could get any words out Kyle’s deep voice spoke from behind her. “Mother this is Trisha. You should have called first.”
“I see that.” She looked between the two of them and then looked back at her son. “I came to see how your wife is doing.”
“Christ.” His tone was filled with pain.
Trisha heard the words but for a minute she stood frozen. Slowly she turned toward Kyle.
“You’re married?”
“It’s not what you think.”
“You’re married.” All her agony was in those two simple but complex words.
“It’s more complicated than that.”
Trisha turned, “Excuse me Mrs. Garson, I must be going.” She walked past his mother whose eyes had grown incredibly large.
“Trisha you can’t walk out in a bathrobe.” She stopped and then made her way to the elevator at the oppo
site end away from the regular hotel elevators. This would take her directly to the club and someone there could get clothes for her.
A solid hand landed on her shoulder when she reached the elevator doors.
“No, you aren’t going anywhere. You are staying here and talking to me.”
Her tears had started to fall but with an agonizing breath she got out the words. “Red, don’t touch me.”
“Trisha.”
“Red.”
The elevator door opened and she stepped in. Through watery eyes she saw him standing there; stunned, barefoot, shirtless, sexy, beautiful, and married.
Chapter Thirteen
She suffered through a week from hell. Alternating between sadness, depression, and anger she cried for hours and then screamed into her pillow so her neighbors wouldn’t call the police. Going to a bar and picking up a man had never been on her radar because of the chance the man was married. And here she was, in the predicament she swore she would never put herself. She was in love with a married man.
Her heartbreak was interminable. She would never go back to the club and she realized the lifestyle she needed was no longer open to her. The man she loved was no longer part of her life.
She had a project deadline that required her to go into her office. She was actually relieved. She had to get out of her apartment, and just maybe, a few hours would go by without thinking of him. She left work two hours late because she messed up several things by making stupid mistakes. Her disorder carried on in everything she did. Wiping tears from her eyes, glad there was no one around to see them; she took the elevator to the parking garage and removed her keys from her purse. Security cameras monitored the garage, but she liked to be prepared when no one was around.
She looked in the direction of her car and saw a black limo driving slowly forward and then stopping beside her. The back door opened and Kyle unfolded himself from the interior of the car and stepped out.
Her eyes took in the square line of his jaw, his sleep deprives eyes, and his less than immaculate appearance. He was rumpled which was completely opposite to the strong dominating man he was. She met his eyes and took a step back.
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