by Sophie Luna
Emma shook her head vigorously, causing her curls to shake. David smiled. “Do you know what BDSM is then?” He received an adorable glare from her, obviously feeling as though her intelligence had been insulted. Raising an eyebrow, he gave her derriere a firm slap. The shock and blush that immediately suffused Emma’s face went straight to his cock. “Watch yourself, little one. Around here, submissives don’t frown at dominants.”
“I’m not—”
“So if you’re familiar with BDSM,” he said ignoring her protest and enjoying watching her struggle not to glare at him for it, “tell me what you’ve done. What’s your experience been?”
The blush deepened on Emma’s cheeks and the urge to grin at her embarrassment was nearly impossible to overcome. But overcome he did. He didn’t want her to feel he was being condescending.
“Just...just handcuffs and some...spanking.” Emma nearly choked on the last word. So nothing too extreme. David wondered if the play had been light because she hadn’t liked it or because that was as submissive as she could be.
David pulled her chin up so he could match her gaze. Without any preamble, he asked directly, “And how did you like the handcuffs and spanking?” He could feel Emma trying to pull her face away from his probing eyes and question but that was one of the foundational rules of BDSM—openness. She had to be open with him and he with her. No escaping, little one .
Sighing in frustration when she couldn’t pull away, Emma gave a noncommittal shrug. “It was ok.” From the way her eyes tried to dart away from his face, David could see the experience had not been a positive one. Well, he’d have to fix that.
He shifted her up into a more intimate cuddle on his lap. Pulling the towel away, he saw that the bleeding had stopped altogether. Turning her delicate calf up towards the light, he could see that the cut was already stitching itself. It was nothing too serious, thank god. Throwing the towel into a basket in the corner, he turned his full attention back to the little huffy weight on his lap.
“Little one, in this club, we don’t encourage voyeurs. This is a club for active members of the community to engage in consensual play. So that leaves us with two options. I can help you find your friend and you two can decide whether to stay or leave for the evening. Or, you can join the party and I can help you find out how submissive you truly are. Which is it to be?”
***
EMMA FELT like her eyes might pop out of her head at David’s words. How truly submissive I am? But she wasn’t! She knew she wasn’t! But looking up into David’s forest green eyes, with their fan of knowing crinkles at the corners, she knew she wasn’t being totally honest with her. That spank earlier had felt like a lightening bolt straight to her pussy. She couldn’t believe how easily and effortlessly David was handling her, adjusting her, and spanking her. And with every caress and stroke (and yes, even spanks), she felt herself heating up. How long had it been since she had had a man pay her any attention? And this wasn’t just any kind of attention. David’s gaze held such knowing and dark promise. He seemed to only want to watch her and understand her.
No one had come rushing around looking for her. Penny must still be with Master Michael or otherwise just not too worried yet for her friend. And if Penny was having a good time, Emma would hate for her to leave the club because of her. Emma shook her head. But be honest. Even without Penny in the picture, Emma was definitely feeling interest. And the interest was soaking her panties.
With a deep breath, she nodded. “Ok,” she whispered. “I-I’ll stay. With you.” And she shivered with anxiety and anticipation.
David’s eyes creased in pleasure at her words. “Thank you, little one. Your trust means a great deal to me.” Emma felt trapped by those fathomless eyes and those gorgeous well-molded lips. “Now,” David said, with an air of business and decision, “first things first. Are you familiar with safe words?”
Emma shook her head.
David narrowed his eyes at her. “You played with handcuffs and didn’t have a safe word? Retroactive punishment might be called for later, I see.” Emma couldn’t stop herself from gasping. Ignoring her, David continued, “A safe word is an agreed upon out. If someone safe words, that means all activity must stop. If you ever feel threatened or fearful of your safety, you can use your safe word and everything will stop.”
“Everything?” Emma asked timidly, wondering if people really abided by this rule.
“Everything,” David repeated firmly. “This is a strict rule of BDSM and law at Club Roux. The club safe word is ‘sky.’ Anyone hears that word and they will make sure that all activity ceases in that scene.”
Emma nodded. Sky . She could remember that. And it gave her some measure of comfort to know that there was an escape option if David did turn out to be a secret serial killer. But looking at the man, Emma couldn’t believe any serial killer could be so devastatingly handsome or would take the time to tend a wound.
As she contemplated the whole idea of safe words, Emma noticed David sitting her more upright on his lap, her legs now bent over his thighs and resting on the couch. She could feel the shift in his energy. It was as if he had been holding back a side of him but was now unleashing that force, that power, and Emma could feel her bones melting as she was propped against his muscled chest.
“Alright, little one,” David said in a voice commanding Emma’s full attention. “A submissive should find herself always open to her dominant. Emma, open your legs for me.”
“Wha-!” Emma balked. She immediately looked around. A threesome had joined the previous couple in the room. Although they all seemed privately engaged in their own activities, that still was five strangers in a room with her. She couldn’t just sit there and wantonly open her legs for him!
David’s eyes hardened as he firmly pulled her chin back to him. He gripped her more tightly about the waist as she tried to squirm off his lap. “A submissive’s only response to an order should be ‘Yes, sir.’ Now, one more time, open your legs for me.”
With how tiny her skirt was, if she even slightly opened her legs, that little bit of fabric would roll right up. Damn that Penny for dressing her! Looking up at David’s implacable gaze and set jawline, she knew this was the moment. You wanted to stay, you dummy . Trying not to look back to check if any others had entered the room, Emma parted her legs. An inch.
With an exasperated grunt, David put his hand on her thigh, so far up that Emma knew he must be feeling the heat radiating from between her legs. “I’m giving you five seconds to spread your legs before we go outside and find ourselves a cross for you to spread them on.”
Oh well then. Definitely not wanting to find herself on a cross with all those people staring, Emma spread her legs. And sure enough, the pleather skirt rolled up her hips into a pleather donut.
But before Emma could worry any further about furtive stares of strangers, she felt a large, rough hand cup her mound. With a firm finger, David gave a slow, confident stroke down her soaked panties. Emma bit her lip to keep from moaning. David murmured in approval. “Good girl. Nice and wet like a good submissive.” The heat of his gaze and the hardening of his cock beneath her bottom fired up a need inside that Emma had never known before. That approval, that hot look of desire made Emma feel like a jello mold, quivering with a burning longing.
Taking his hand away, David sat up straighter. Pulling Emma nearly off his lap, he locked eyes with her as ordered, “Straddle me.” Before Emma could protest this new position which would most certainly expose her ass and who knows what else to any passing stranger, David’s jaw tightened.
Emma gulped. “Yes, sir,” she whispered. His rumble of approval seem to vibrate through her body. Standing, she adjusted herself over his thighs and carefully straddled him. Her pleather skirt wasn’t even near where it should be anymore and was resting comfortably high at her waistline. The club air was gently stirring against her exposed ass and her barely there lace panties.
“Now what is my shy little one thinking?” D
avid asked as he gently rolled her right nipple between finger and thumb. This time, Emma couldn’t hold back the moan. He was exerting just the right pressure between pleasure and something darker. And the roughness of the fabric against her sensitive nipples made the sensation that much more tantalizing. She knew she must be dripping. This was crazy. She was feeling more aroused than she had ever felt with any previous boyfriend or lover with a man she hardly knew! Her belly quivered in anticipation and her nipples had bunched together, hard and plump as cherries. How much further would David take this? Would he fuck her? Emma’s cheeks burned but she could feel her body roar with desire at the thought.
David pinched hard, sending a shooting bolt of pain straight through her body down to her curling toes. “When I ask a question, little one,” David murmured, cruelly rolling her abused nipple, “I expect an answer. Now, tell me. What are you thinking?”
Oh god. How could she tell him she had been thinking of him fucking her? A lie! She had to lie. Could she get away with it? One look at the raised eyebrow and the gleam in David’s eye told her that he knew what she was thinking and was warning her against it. Dying of embarrassment, Emma mumbled, “I..I was thinking...a bed...you...tonight...just....” She closed her eyes, shamed at not even being able to make a complete sentence.
A dark chuckle emerged from below her. “Well, well, my little submissive was thinking about getting fucked tonight.” Emma took a sharp intake of air. Said in his deep voice with his one hand still abusing her right tit while his other hand was now slowly cupping her mound, she couldn’t think of anything except feeling the entirety of David within her. Looking down, Emma nodded.
A hard finger inexorably raised Emma’s head. She felt pierced by those emerald eyes, alight with a dark promise. A smile played at his sensuous lips. “You’re only choice of the night, little one,” he said, rubbing a thumb across her lips. “Do you want to get fucked out on the club floor or in a private room?”
Emma was taken aback by the two options. Fucked on the club floor? On one of those crazy scary looking pieces of equipment? She imagined that woman tied to the cross being whipped while everyone watched. No, definitely no. But thinking about the other option of a private room, Emma realized why she had been given a choice. At least out on the club floor, she’d be surrounded by people. She could feel safer. In a private room, it would just be the two of them. Could she do that? Be alone with this man? The thought frightened her but along with the thrill of fear was the slower burn of excitement and want. Yes, she decided, she could.
Looking into David’s eyes, trying to impossibly gauge what he was thinking, Emma replied, “Private room.” A quick look of surprise passed by on David’s face. Then he raised his eyebrows and looked her over searchingly, making Emma feel shy under such close scrutiny.
“Well, I guess I underestimated my little submissive. Quite the brave one, aren’t you?” he murmured. He suddenly leaned in, gripping her by the nape, and captured her lips. Surprised by the sudden kiss, Emma gasped and David’s probing tongue plunged into her mouth. She felt her chin scraped against his stubble as he roughly bit her lip. “You taste delicious. Let’s see how good you taste elsewhere.”
***
EMMA FOLLOWED behind David as he led her towards the side of the club where a dim hallway was seen. As she passed by various club members and scenes in play, she saw a woman on a raised platform, tied down on her back with her knees bent and spread open wide for everyone to enjoy. A man in a leather vest and pants was using a small flogger to whip the vulnerable pussy to a pulsing red. A loud satisfying wail accompanied each slap of the flogger. Emma felt her eyes grow wide as she watched the flogging, feeling every whack deep against her own moistness. It was only as Emma rounded the corner that she saw the victim’s face. That red hair was unmistakable. Penny!
As Emma followed David into the hallway, revealing doors to different rooms inside, she felt less worried. Penny was having fun and obviously felt comfortable enough to be tied and pussywhipped. It was clear Penny wasn’t in any mind to be worrying about her friend, if indeed she had been worried at all. If Penny was getting a piece of the action tonight, so would Emma.
David stopped by a door. God, he was huge. Standing at 5’6, Emma wouldn’t consider herself a short woman. And with no lack of curves, she certainly did feel small but standing next to David, she suddenly did. Next to David’s massive muscles and towering height, she felt small and dainty. She looked up. “Emma, the club rules still apply in the private rooms. Sky is still the safe word. If said, it will be recognized regardless of what room we are in. Understand?”
Emma nodded. David’s eyes tightened. “Yes, sir,” she corrected. He nodded his approval and opened the door.
The room had the same coloring as the club except it held a large plush bed with dark silk sheets and in the corner, a padded wooden bench. What else could be needed in a private room besides a bed? Emma looked at the silky sheets. Should she head over there?
But before Emma moved, David gripped her tightly by her upper arm and guided her to the padded bench. “Now,” he said, positioning her at one end of the bench, “I recall my saying some retroactive punishment was in need.” Emma gulped. He wasn’t serious, was he? “Irresponsible and reckless submissives can find themselves in danger if not careful. It’s a responsibility of a good dominant to make sure they do not make the same mistake twice.” The gleam in David’s eyes grew brighter. “First thing’s first, strip.”
Come on, Emma, sex doesn’t happen with your clothes on . Nervous hardly encapsulated how she felt but the growing heat was much more powerful. She couldn’t leave without seeing what was possible for her in this dark den of sex. With shaking hands, she quickly peeled herself out of her skirt and top. When she was left in her bikini top and soaked panties, David’s eyes darkened. Emma knew. She quickly took them off and stood naked in front of this dangerously gorgeous man who seemed to carry her pulse within his hands.
With a slow appreciative gaze, he looked her over. Emma had always had gotten naked in the dark, under the covers, before having sex. She hardly thought any of her boyfriends had ever taken the time to really look her body over. And thank goodness. She was well aware of her pudgy stomach and her rounded thighs. But as David took in every aspect of her, she could see the desire growing his eyes. “Absolutely beautiful,” he murmured, voice deep with satisfaction. Emma’s body heated at the words. He found her beautiful. Amazing.
But Emma was soon snapped out of her reverie as David’s gaze returned back to the bench. His grin had nothing but unbending power to it. “Now, little one, bend over.”
Emma balked. Wasn’t the private room for sex? Surely he wasn’t planning to have sex with her while she was bent over this ridiculous looking bench, was he? She was naked and ready, for heaven’s sake! “Bu-But....”
David’s gaze was implacable and his expression coldly stern. “I’ve told you already that there is only one appropriate response to a dominant. You’ve made me repeat myself. That’s an additional five swats.”
“ Five ?” Why Emma even bothered asking, she didn’t know. Five swats of what even?
David raised an eyebrow. “Now ten.”
Emma didn’t know what to do. Throat dry, she swallowed her fear as best she could. Emma looked past David at the door. She knew she could use her safe word. Even through his unmovable stance, Emma knew that David would respect her safe word. But then everything would end. It would all stop and that wasn’t what she wanted.
With her heart beating in her ears, Emma nodded, “Yes sir.” Gingerly, she laid herself over the narrow padded bench. There was also padded wood on either side on the bench, allowing Emma to be on all fours, relatively comfortably. David reached under the bench and pulled out cuffs. He quickly cuffed both her wrists and ankles.
Finished with the restraints, David ran a roughened hand across her bare ass. “Beautiful,” he murmured again. Emma blushed as she rested her cheek on the padded bench. Her
ass? Beautiful? She would’ve brushed off this compliment as something said in the heat of the moment but with her tied down and her ass so clearly exposed under his careful scrutiny, Emma knew he meant it. And that made her feel all the warmer.
“Now, for playing recklessly in the past, you will receive five swats. For questioning my orders, five more. For then questioning my punishment, a final five. Fifteen swats and I want you to count every single one for me, little one.” The merciless authority in his voice as he laid out the punishment so clearly made Emma’s pulse race and her pussy moisten. A spanking! He was going to spank her. With her ass out and swats being discussed, she knew she was about to be spanked. Humiliation and intense arousal warred inside her.
A thin brown crop suddenly appeared in view of her. “I like my submissives to know what they are receiving their punishments with,” David said, with the keen tone of an expert spanker. “Now, little one, don’t forget to count.”
Before Emma could wonder what to expect, a whooshing sound ripped through the air before a thin cracking line of pain crossed her exposed cheeks. Emma could hardly draw breath from the shock of it. By sheer instinct, she jerked and pulled at her restraints. This was nothing like the spankings she had received in the past from limp-handed boyfriends. This actually hurt! As the initial pain slowly diminished, a lingering burn remained.
“Apparently, we will have to do this again since I seem to have a forgetful submissive on my hands,” David said evenly, seemingly with no regard to Emma’s gasps of pain.
Oh right! Count! Emma closed her eyes trying to quell her fear so she could remember to count.
Another crack of the crop. “One!” Emma cried as she felt the heat intensify on her ass. The pain diminished more slowly now and she could feel tears about to gather at her lashes.
Another crack. “Two!”
Crack. “Three!”
Crack. “Four!” Emma now felt tears flowing freely down her cheeks and onto the leather padding below. She was starting to hate her decision. She was starting to hate David. This wasn’t fun. This wasn’t the sex that was promised.
