Instead she forced herself to remain kneeling before him and, closing her lips around his thick length, she began to move up and down his cock, sucking and stroking as best she could. His hips began thrusting with her bobbing, driving him deeper than she was comfortable with, but the hands holding her shoulders kept her under control and unable to pull back as she normally would.
She tried to time her breathing with his pulls and sucking with his thrusts, but her gag reflex had other thoughts. She gagged several times. Though she had nothing to throw up, bile did burn at her throat. Fighting his hold, she forced herself farther away and slid the hand wrapped around his length farther up so he would not go too deep. Pulling back until only the head of his cock was in her mouth, she sucked on the top few inches while her hand pistoned up and down the rest of his length.
His thrusting movements grew faster and then uncoordinated as he growled a long, low sound and his cock jerked in her lips just before he came. Since one hand had moved to the back of her head to hold her steady, she was not able to do as she always did with club submissives, pull off and jack his semen onto his body.
Fully caught up in the moment of pleasing Master Roane and so aroused herself it would take only a few strokes over her clit to get her off, Calliope swallowed without a thought. Even after he finished coming, she held him in her mouth, gently swabbing her tongue over and around the flesh as he gasped and groaned and made thoroughly pleased man-noises.
Finally he pulled from her lips then stepped back until he was once again leaning against the desk. “That was…incredible,” he said panted.
Not knowing how to respond to the compliment, she remained silent, dropping her head forward in the proper submissive position.
They remained that way for several minutes until Roane’s breathing had returned to normal. Then he moved around his desk and sat down. “Come here, callie-girl. Now that I can think again, it’s time fer yer punishment.”
Chapter 7
Though he was so relaxed he was having a hard time sitting up, Roane stroked his cock to keep it hard as he watched his lovely blonde gypsy come around the desk and stop beside his chair. She looked nervous, but then he expected nothing less. She was a smart, creative woman and no doubt was building up a good case of panic thinking about what he had planned for her.
“Lay yerself across me lap, ass up,” he said as he shifted to a more comfortable position in the chair.
“Sir?”
Instead of helping her, he reached across his body with his right arm and grabbed her wrist and pulled her over and down so she landed in his lap with an oomph. Before she could make a peep in protest, he shifted her so her ass was centered over his lap. Using his right arm to keep her in place, he began to rub circles over the beautiful pale skin of her ass.
“Ye’ll be receiving five strokes. Two fer wearin’ the panties when ye ken better, two fer Friday’s misdeeds, and one jes’ because. I want ye ta count each one,” he said, pitching his voice to the lower octave he used at the club.
Calliope sniffed before she replied. “Yes, Sir.”
Instead of immediately starting the punishment, Roane decided to test the waters beforehand in order to see how she reacted to this form of punishment. He knew she was not a pain slut, but a little pain might just enhance the pleasure she would be receiving afterward.
Sliding two fingers down the crease of her ass, he felt the heat and wet before he reached her pussy. She stiffened and then sighed and relaxed as he stroked the two fingers over her open entrance before sliding them full length into her channel.
“Someone be a horny little lass,” he stated conversationally.
Calliope did not respond, but then he had come to the belief that when they were scenes like now, she would shift into submissive mode easily. He wondered what she would be like outside times such as this.
“Well, ye canna come until I tell ye ta. Do ye understand?” he asked as he fucked his fingers in and out several times, twisting them back and forth with each plunge into her tight pussy.
“Yes, Sir,” she breathed.
He heard a whining sigh when he pulled his fingers free. A moment later she squeaked when he brought his palm down in the center of her left ass cheek. “One, Sir.”
The second stroke landed in the center of her right ass cheek, leaving her with matching red handprints on her pale flesh. “Two, Sir.”
He delivered the rest in quick succession, wanting to get this over with so they could move back into the pleasure-giving portion of the afternoon. Once he finished, he kept her over his lap as he again smoothed his hand over her now warmed, pinked-up skin.
“There, it’s all over with, callie-girl, and yer forgiven. But next time I catch ye wearing things ye shouldna, I’ll be much harsher with yer punishment.”
She seemed to enjoy his touch, relaxing the longer he continued to caress her. But finally he worried about the blood flowing to her head, so he helped her to stand once again. Her face was flushed and he could see tears in her eyes, but he also saw something else deep in their purple depths. A relieved acceptance of the punishment along with a gratitude he would not force her to express at this time. Eventually she would come to realize that his rules and orders were for her well-being even if they did seem odd when he issued them.
He stood and pushed his jeans to his knees before sitting down again. Then he held his hand out for her. His cock was hard and hungry once more, and he knew just how to satisfy its appetite.
“Ye did verra well, lass. Now come sit on me lap so’s we can talk a bit.”
* * * *
Calliope was surprised when she moved to sit on one leg, Roane rearranged her so she straddled his lap then pulled her so the underside of his cock pressed between the lips protecting her clit. She gasped as he shifted her even closer, until his flesh was firmly pressed against her hot, wet, knotted-up clit.
“Now, I’d like ta talk ta ye about the days ta come,” he said as he pulled her so her shoulder rested on his shoulder, her naked body pressed against his soft cotton shirt.
He sounded as casual and relaxed as a man holding a business meeting and not a naked woman in his lap. She, on the other hand, was anything but relaxed. She shifted her hips in the hopes that he would not notice as she stroked her clit to orgasm against his cock. But his hands taking hold of her hips and stilling them told her that he had noticed her subtle movements.
“I found these past few days that I missed ye,” he said.
“Really?” Calliope asked, lifting her head to look into his eyes.
“Aye, lass. Ye’ve found yer way under me skin in a verra short amount of time. Now I’m changin’ the rules between now and Friday. Ye’ll call me each mornin’ when ye wake and again each evenin’ as yer settling in yer bed ta sleep. And if ye need help in any way, ye’ll call me then as well. Understand?”
Seeing the truth in his eyes, Calliope returned her head to his shoulder and relaxed further into his body. She was aroused to distraction, but his holding her and cuddling her to his broad, powerfully built chest seemed to relax something in her so the arousal did not seem as urgent and stress-filled as it normally did.
“Yes, Sir. I understand.”
“Good. Now, I need ta ken somethin’ from ye. Have ye decided yet whether ye wish ta change yer status at the club?”
“I think so,” she answered after a double handful of silent seconds passed. “But I’m not sure I want to play with all the Doms. I mean…” She trailed off, not sure how to explain that she only wanted to play with him.
She felt him kiss her hair as his arms slid around and held her tight. “I ken, lass. But fer now, we’ll jes’ play it by ear. May be that after a week or two of playin’ by me rules, ye willna wish to hae anythin’ ta do with me.”
His hands slid down and under her ass, and, before she could think of a response that would tell him she would never not want to be with him, he lifted her until the head of his cock found her widespread entrance and
then lowered her again. As he did, his cock slid full length into her well-lubricated but not well-used pussy. Their sharp breaths harmonized, as did the groans and moans that filled the silence as they released the air once more.
“Oh Lord, sweet lass, yer tight. When was the last time ye had a man?” Roane held her hips still though she really wanted to fight him.
Calliope was too busy focusing on breathing and not moving to answer.
When he finally loosened his hold on her hips, she sat up, placed her hands on his shoulders for leverage, and began to move. As she slid up and down his shaft, they both continued to make soft sounds of pleasure. Though he had not withheld permission to come, she kept her body positioned so she rode him but her clit did not touch his lower belly. She was too close as it was and did not want to come before he did. He was, after all, Master and she was here for his pleasure.
Then all of the sudden he shifted under her. His hands once again held her hips, but this time changed their movements so her clit traveled over his skin with each movement. It was not long before she was ready to explode.
“Master, may I?”
“Hell, yes, lass. Don’cha dare hold back,” Roane panted as he began to thrust up into her pussy, fucking her hard from below. Three strokes later and Calliope’s orgasm exploded. Knowing they were not alone in the building, she leaned forward and screamed into the top of Roane’s shoulder as he seemed to drive even deeper up into her. Finally he roared as his body arched out of the chair, holding her high, and she felt his cock twitch and spasm and the heat in her pussy grew even hotter.
Her orgasm raced back and forth through her. By the time she finally settled back to Earth, Roane had relaxed back into the chair. His arms held her tight to his body, keeping her from moving, not that she had the energy or will to do so.
She closed her eyes and drifted, amazed at how such a simple thing as giving control over to another could affect her so strongly. She knew he fell asleep as his breathing evened out though his arms remained securely around her.
Time lost meaning, until she heard him wake and his arms tightened before loosening. “You okay, callie-girl?” he asked in a deep, rumbly voice that made her think of a sleepy cartoon bear.
“Yes, Sir.”
“I’m afraid I have ta let ye get on with yer day. I’ve got a meeting”—he lifted one arm over her head and turned it to look at his watch—“ten minutes ago.”
“Oh, my. I’m sorry,” she said, horrified she had kept the man from his work.
She popped off his now-soft cock, earning a grunt from Roane, then leapt from his lap before he could stop her. With their combined fluids flowing down her thighs, she hurried across the room, grabbed her clothes, and disappeared into the bathroom.
Using a tissue to wipe up, she quickly dressed, sans panties, which she left on the counter by the sink. When she opened the bathroom door, she found him standing just outside, once again pulled together and looking like he had just stepped off the pages of a magazine. Again, his neat appearance made her feel frumpy by comparison, though she had to admit, after the past few days she had had, as well as the hot sex they had just shared, maybe she was allowed to a little rumpled.
He looked at her with a small frown as he pulled her in and kissed her a long, hard kiss that made her forget everything except the wish to get Domme on his ass and demand he come home with her for more of what they had just shared. “I know ye hae ta leave, but don’ ever again run from me like ye jes’ did. It wounds a Master’s pride ta think his subbie canna wait ta get away from him.”
“I’m sorry, Sir,” Calliope said as she wrapped her arms around him and snuggled as close as their clothes would allow. “I just thought that since you were late, you needed me to get out of your hair fast.”
“No’ that fast,” he said, swatting her ass, which caused her to jump and hiss with the pain. “I’ll walk ye out.”
“Yes, Sir.” Calliope took his arm and allowed him to escort her to her truck. She made a face at him when he laughed as she gingerly slid into the driver’s seat.
“Call me tonight, lass. And I expect ye ta hae made the decision about yer status at the club by that time.”
Chapter 8
Calliope stared at the phone for a long time before she pulled up his number and hit send. It had only been an hour since she had left Roane, but she needed to talk to someone and he was the only one she could think of who might be able to answer her questions.
“Hello?”
“Hi, Toby. It’s Calliope. I was wondering if you’re free this evening? I need to talk to you.”
He hesitated, and she wondered if he was scrambling for a reason to blow her off or not. She did not want to pull the Mistress card on him, mainly because she now understood with blinding clarity that that was not who she was.
“Sure, Calliope. Um, does this have anything to do with the club?”
“Yes, it does. I’ve got some questions, and I’m hoping you can answer them for me.”
“Uh-huh. Would it be okay if I brought a friend or two with me?”
“I guess so, but I don’t want this to be common knowledge just yet,” Calliope said, wondering if she was doing the right thing or if she should just trust Roane to do the right thing once she made her decision.
“Of course not,” the submissive said. “We’ll treat this evening like we do at the club. In fact, we could meet at the club if you want. I’ll call Mistress Jenna—”
“No. Not the club.” Calliope cut him off then suggested a steakhouse a couple of blocks from the club that had a reasonably priced buffet and a back room they could take over.
“Okay, sure. If you want, I can call my friend who is the night manager and see if their party room is free. That way we can have all the privacy you might want,” Toby offered.
“That would be great. Thanks.”
After setting a time, she hung up and pulled in the first deep breath she had taken since leaving Roane’s presence. Toby was a good man even though he was a submissive. She only hoped he brought friends who could help answer her questions and concerns and not submissives who might be vindictive or think she was trying to spy on them.
* * * *
She arrived to the restaurant ten minutes early and was not surprised to see the parking lot full. This was a popular eating place every night of the week. Climbing out of her truck, she slowly approached the front doors, half-afraid she would be left standing at the entrance because Toby had not taken her request for a meeting seriously.
The temperature had dropped as the afternoon had progressed, and with the sun setting, a wind picked up and it was bitter. Calliope shivered as she looked around the parking lot, kicking herself for not asking what kind of vehicle Toby drove.
“Calliope, we’re in here.” Toby’s voice behind her startled her, and she whirled around with a gasp. “It’s too cold to wait outside.”
Stepping inside, Calliope was surprised to find not one or two but a full half dozen of the club’s submissives gathered in a circle in the lobby. She, Toby, and Becca were single, Blaze, Gentry, and Antony were collared, while Whitney and Sloan were married to their dominant men. The group was fairly evenly divided between men and women so to outsiders it could look as if three couples and two singles had gone out to eat together. Toby had done his job well. Also most of them had closer ties to the club than most of the other subs, so they would know more than the average weekend play toy would.
They turned as a group when she stepped inside and the door swung closed behind her. After greetings were exchanged, the group went through the line, each paying their own way, then headed to the private room at the back of the building.
Toby stayed beside Calliope the entire time. “My friend says they have a meeting scheduled in here for two hours, but we can have it until then.”
After pushing tables together, they dropped coats and purses and briefcases then went back to the main room and hit the buffet lines.
Calliope
waited until they were settled back in the private room before she started the speech she had been mentally rehearsing since talking to Toby. “I’d like to thank you all for agreeing to meet with me like this. I also ask that before I get into why I needed to talk to all of you that we all understand that what is said in this room stays in this room.”
Everyone nodded and smiled, as if they already knew what she was going to say.
“I have come to the realization since joining the club that I have been deluding myself. But before I change my status at the club from Domme to submissive, I have some questions that can only be answered by you all.”
“Ask away, callie-girl,” Antony said with a wink and a grin, letting her know without saying that they already knew her secret and did not seem put off by it.
Glancing up and down the table, she saw acceptance and friendship in all the faces around her. So taking a deep breath, she did.
* * * *
By the time she walked out of the restaurant an hour and a half later, Calliope knew more about the submissive lifestyle than she probably needed at this point, but was grateful to her new friends for sharing bits and pieces of their lives with her.
In the parking lot, Antony stopped her as she was getting into her truck. “If you have any other questions or concerns, don’t hesitate to call any of us. We’re here to support each other as well as our dominants. May have to talk to Mistress about having a submissive support meeting like the dominants have.”
“Thanks, Antony, I will.”
As she drove home, Calliope knew what her decision was. Then she wondered if the other dominants would accept it, or if she would have to go through some kind of ceremony to strip of her of her Domme powers, not that she had many to begin with.
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