by Brie Paisley
The second makes me cry out in complete and utter satisfaction.
As he continues to fuck me how he wants, I notice his grip on my thighs tighten. I don’t mind it at all, because he’s giving me every single thing that I’ve ever wanted. This right here, is what I’ve been craving for the last eight months.
When his thrusts become frantic and almost punishing, he suddenly places a finger on my clit. The action causes my stomach to clench, and he groans, as I have to clamp down against him to hold back my orgasm from escaping.
“Good, kitten,” he praises, knowing that I didn’t disobey him.
I’m a quick learner, and now, I’m glad I held back. Not only do I feel his pride and praise now, he rewards me by pulling the blindfold off. It takes me moments to adjust to the bright lights, but the moment I see his face, it almost makes me come right then and there.
He’s so stunning, as he works me over, and I instantly remember to drop my gaze, since he hasn’t told me I could gaze at him. However, just seeing his abs contracting through his open shirt, is enough for me.
Soon after, he quickly unties my feet, and I can’t even imagine how he can do so, while he continues with his pace. This entire time, he pounds deep inside of me, hitting every single spot that I love most.
It’s starting to become almost impossible to hold off on my impending orgasm.
Just as I start to think he really is going to keep me from coming again, he pulls my legs closer together now that they’re free, and then demands, “Come for me now, kitten.”
Hearing his command, it rushes through me, and a second later, I give him exactly what he asked for. The moment my orgasm races through me, I let out a loud cry, and I lose all of the breath in my lungs. It’s ten times more intense than the first, and even more so now, because I hear his groans of pleasure as well. As my orgasm comes in wave after wave, he slowly lets me ride it out, until I’m finally spent.
For a few moments, he stays where he is, as both of our heavy panting fills the room. Feeling bliss flowing throughout my entire body, I finally realize what I’ve been missing, since I ended things with my previous Dom. This moment and everything that led up to it, is what I want all of the time.
As I relish in my blissful state, he pulls out of me, quickly unties my hands, and then offers his hand to help me lean up. Not really knowing what to do or say, I sit still, as he runs a hand down my arm. Honestly, I don’t feel like talking anyway, so I just let him help me up.
“I’ll be right back,” he softly says, and I only nod.
Watching him, as he walks over to a small bathroom, I sit where I am, thinking about everything that I just experienced. I really don’t have much time to ponder it, because he returns, and then I’m surprised, when he helps me redress.
Every Dom is different with their aftercare, so I don’t think much of it. However, the moment we start to leave the room, he takes my hand, and then claims, “I’ll walk you to your car.”
Keeping my gaze on my feet, I nod once, and then let him lead me out of the room and through the club. It’s almost as if I’m in a daze, because a part of me doesn’t want to leave. He only promised me one night, and the second we step out of the club, our night will be over.
I’m just not ready for that.
No matter how I feel, we still exit the house, and the closer we get to my car, the more my stomach clenches. It only takes moments, before I stop in front of my vehicle, and I suck in a deep breath, knowing this is probably the last time I'll ever see him.
“This is me,” I state, as I point to my car. To my surprise, he cups my cheek, and then kisses my forehead. Frowning, I’m at a loss for words, and honestly, I’m too shocked to even form a sentence.
“Goodbye, Kendra,” he softly says, and then I watch him, as he walks away.
Running a hand through my hair, I quickly get inside of the car, and then lean my head against the headrest. It’s not until moments later, that I finally realize, I never even asked him what his name is.
Chapter 4
Kendra
One week later
I can’t get him out of my head.
No matter how hard I try, I’m always thinking about the Dom that has literally burned his memory in my mind. I’ve tried to distract myself by working even more than before, but it’s no use. I see him everywhere I look, hoping that I’ll catch even a glimpse of him. Every single man I pass by on the street, only reminds me of how much I miss him.
It’s starting to drive me crazy.
How is it possible to miss someone that I don’t even know? I had one night with this man, but yet, he fills my mind to the point that I wonder if I made up the entire experience. I just wish more than anything that I had asked him his name, or even where he’s from. There are so many things that I wish I would’ve done that night, but I’ve come to realize, I have to stop obsessing over it.
Standing outside of Club Temptation, a sense of déjà vu comes over me, and I shake my head, knowing I’m just remembering what happened last week.
Reminding myself of the real reason why I’m here, I push back my shoulders, and then make my way towards security. Once I’m vetted in, I walk inside, and then the sense of coming home rushes forward. Just like last time, I scan the room, before I end up at the bar. Ordering a drink, I hold onto the glass, and then, I get the feeling that someone is watching me.
At first, I think nothing of it, because of where I am. There’s so many people here, so I would be surprised if someone wasn’t looking. However, the more I feel the sensation, the more I realize it’s different than just a random onlooker. It just feels different. Turning around on the stool, I glance around the room, hoping to catch the person staring.
After a few moments, I shake my head, thinking that I’m really starting to lose my mind. “Get a grip,” I whisper to myself, wondering what the hell is wrong with me.
Turning back around, I take a long drink, and then set my glass back down on the bar. The second that I do, I see someone take a seat beside me out of the corner of my eye. Not giving the person another thought, I stare straight ahead, as I think about what I’m really doing here.
Yes, I want a Dom, but then again, I really want something with a deeper connection. At this point in my life, I don’t have time to have just one-night stands with some hot stranger constantly. I want more than that, and I wish the man I had met before was willing to give that to me, or at least, his damn name.
Pushing out a heavy sigh, I start to reach for my drink, until I feel someone, brushing my hair off of my shoulder. Snapping my gaze towards the stranger, my eyes instantly widen, as I realize who’s sitting right beside me.
“Rough night, kitten?”
For a moment, all I can do is stare at him. I can’t believe he’s here, sitting right next to me. As he continues to play with my hair, I swallow hard, trying to find the words to speak to him. I’m just so surprised to see him again, and my memory hasn’t done him justice. His hair is a bit shorter now, but his brown eyes are still intense as hell. They seem to suck me in, and no matter how hard I try, I can’t look away. While I know I don’t have his permission to gaze at him so openly, I still do it anyway.
Who knows if I’ll ever see him again after tonight.
When he caresses my cheek, I part my lips, needing more air. He’s literally taking my breath away with just one simple touch, and I’ve never in my life felt such powerful sensations from a man before. But then, just as soon as I get used to his tenderness, he moves that same hand to the back of my neck. Dropping my eyes instantly, my stomach clenches with want and need. Not to mention, my panties are soaked just by this small encounter.
“I want to play with you again,” he states in a husky tone, and my heart begins to pound in my chest, knowing he’ll show me everything that I’ve been craving, like the first time. Closing my eyes, when he leans forward, my entire body starts tingling, as he asks, “What do you say, kitten, one more night?”
Without any hesitation whats
oever, I utter, “Yes, please, sir.”
For the next month, every Friday night, I end up at Club Temptation, waiting at the bar for him to show up. I’m not sure if it’s a huge coincidence, or if he’s just in town every weekend, but I’ve become addicted to coming here.
Not to mention, every time we wind up here, he always asks for one more night.
By now, I’ve learned his name, that he lives in Tennessee, and that he has a problem with kissing me. I’m not sure why, but every Dom has something that they like and don’t, so I just assume it’s because he’s not into it. However, there’s so much more that I want to know about him. Which is why I’ve finally gathered the courage to ask him to be my Dom. I’m sick of waiting an entire week to see him, and his promises of just one more night.
I want more.
I want everything from him.
Sitting at the bar, like I do every Friday, I wait for him to show up. This is the part that I hate the most, because I have no way of talking to him, other than when he comes to the club. There’s always the fear that he won’t show up, and I’ll be here with nothing, but my disappointment.
After my first drink is gone, I really start to think he’s not going to show up this time. Even just thinking about not seeing him, makes my stomach drop, and my chest begins to hurt. It’s foolish of me to want someone so badly, and that I’m literally becoming obsessed with seeing him, but then again, I can’t seem to stop myself. I’ve even made sure that every Friday night I’m off of rotation for work, just so I don’t miss my chance with Weston.
As I order one more drink, I glance around the room, hoping he’s here, and I’ve just overlooked him already being here. However, as soon as that thought crosses my mind, I know that won’t be the case. I always seem to know, when he’s here, and Weston isn’t a man you can miss.
The thing is he should be here by now.
A million thoughts begin to race through my mind, as I continue to look around the room. Is he even coming, or has something happened to him? That’s what scares me the most. I wouldn’t know how to find out where he is, if he’s hurt.
Pushing those thoughts out of my mind, I take a deep and calming breath, and then finish my drink. Setting the glass down on the bar, I get up, realizing that this isn’t healthy for me. It was fun and exciting at first, but this is turning into more than just casual sex.
At least, it is for me.
Just as I turn around, I run right into a hard chest. Before I can utter an apology, he claims, “We have to stop meeting like this, kitten.” Glancing up, relief unlike anything I have ever felt before, rushes through me. “I’m sorry that I’m late. Traffic was a bitch,” he states, as he tucks my hair behind my ear.
Nodding, I let out a sigh, hating how I was overreacting before. I should’ve known he would be here, because he doesn’t seem the type to just disappear. Dropping my gaze, I clench my jaw, trying to find the courage I had earlier to ask him what I desperately want.
As I try to find the words, he must sense my nerves, because he pulls me closer, and then says, “Let’s go somewhere and talk.”
Nodding once more, I take his outstretched hand, and then he leads me out of the club. Frowning, as he approaches a car, I wonder where he’s taking me. In a daze, I get inside the vehicle, once he opens the door for me, and then I watch him walk around the front. Turning towards him, when he gets in, I open my mouth to ask him what he’s doing. We’ve never gone outside of the club, while we’re together, and for some reason, this feels almost like a … date.
“There’s a great Thai place nearby, and we’ll have the privacy to talk there,” he states, as he starts the car. For a moment, I only stare at him, because I wasn’t expecting this at all. “Do you not like Thai food?” He asks, and he must mistake my silence as some sort of rejection.
“No, Thai sounds great,” I quickly respond, hoping I didn’t just fuck up.
I’m just a bundle of nerves now, because before, I was only a sub. While in the room with him, I know exactly how to be and how to act. This right here, it feels different, because what if he doesn't like me outside of being a sub?
Leaning back against the seat, as he pulls out of the driveway, I remind myself to stay calm and to stop overthinking this. For all I know, this is just another way for him to find out more about me and what I want, while we’re playing together.
However, deep down, I have a feeling this night is going to be completely different for the both of us.
Chapter 5
Weston
Glancing over at Kendra, I fight the urge to reach over and take her hand, resting on her thigh. I’m still unsure of why I’m so attracted to her, but after a month of playing together, I realize this isn’t just casual for me anymore.
Every single time that I’m not with her, I’m thinking about her, and what she’s doing. Not to mention, my mind is always filled with tempting ways to push her limits. That’s the first reason why I came back to Club Temptation, even though I only promised one night with her. It’s intoxicating to be able to do whatever I want with her, and that she trusts me enough to actually do it.
However, tonight is the night that I finally realized that we need to sit down and have a conversation outside of the club. When I knew how late I was going to be, my first thought was to call and let Kendra know, but then, I remembered that she doesn’t have my number, and I don’t have hers.
Not only that, but the look in her blue eyes tonight sealed the deal for me.
She’s so expressive, when it comes to her desires, wants, and needs, so I definitely didn’t miss the utter relief in her gaze tonight, when she saw me. As much as I want to keep my walls up around her, it seems the more I’m around her, the more I want to bring them down. It’s not that I’m afraid of commitment, but my past has proven that I need to be careful. One-night stands are fun and thrilling, so at first, I was more than willing to give the beautiful woman beside me that.
Now, things have drastically changed for me, and I have a feeling it’s the same for her, too.
As I pull up to the restaurant, I quickly park, and then get out of the car. Rushing over to the passenger side, I open the door for her, and I smirk, seeing the surprise in her gaze. She doesn’t utter a word, as I lead her inside, while holding her hand. I can’t even imagine what’s going through her mind, because I’m not even sure what I’m doing.
I just have this overwhelming need to touch her, even if it’s as simple as holding her hand.
Once we’re seated towards the back, I lean in close, and then whisper, “Don’t be nervous.”
She drops her head, and the blush on her cheeks lets me know that I’m right. She’s nervous, and I understand why. Kendra only knows me inside of Club Temptation, and I haven’t been the best at conversations. Which is why we both need this tonight.
Brushing her hair off of her shoulder, I tell my cock to behave, when it jumps, hearing the intake of her breath. It’s hard to stay focused, since she’s so beautiful, and I know exactly what she likes to make her moan and cry out my name.
“Tell me something about you,” I finally manage to state, hoping to distract myself from lusting after her.
Her gaze stays down, as she looks at the menu, and she gives a small shake of her head, before she utters, “There’s not much to tell.”
“I find that hard to believe.” Using my finger, I reach over, and then lift her chin. While I like how submissive she is, I also want her to feel comfortable around me outside of the club. “Humor me,” I plead, needing to learn everything I can about her.
When her blue eyes finally look at me, my heart begins to pound in my chest, and I lick my lips, wishing that she was on her knees, sucking my hard cock, while looking at me like that.
Pushing down my urge to fuck her on the table in front of everyone, I drop my hand. The moment that I do, she says, “I have my bachelor’s degree in interior design.”
My surprise must show on my face, because she adds, “I tho
ught it was something that I loved, but then, I realized I don’t care to listen to other people talk about their ideas. I would much rather just do what I want, without anyone getting upset, because I didn’t listen.”
Smirking, I claim, “Sounds like you know firsthand what that’s like.”
“I do,” she states, with a smile. “I had this client that gave me free reign, but come to find out, she was actually expecting a mind reader.”
Letting out a chuckle, I understand what she means. “What do you do?” She asks sweetly, and it takes me a few moments, before I answer her.
Kendra has me in a trance, and I can’t seem to fully focus on anything but her.
“I’m an investor.”
Before she gets a chance to reply, the waiter takes our order. However, the moment he leaves, she leans in closer, and then says, “That sounds interesting. Will you tell me about it?”
For the next hour, she and I talk about my job, and her disinterest in her degree. The conversation flows so easily with her, and the more we talk, the more I realize how much we have in common, other than Club Temptation. I knew when I first met her that she was different than any other woman I’ve been with before, but the longer we continue to talk, the more I see why I’m so attracted to her.
She’s so smart, beautiful, and she actually has a sense of humor. It seems she’s everything that I’ve wanted from a submissive, but I still worry this is all a front. My last relationship ended terribly, because my sub flat out lied to me to get me to commit to her. After spending a year with her, she claimed I was too commanding, and that I was pushing her too hard.
That’s why it’s important to get to know someone, before fully going all in. Even with all of my reservations, I have a sense that Kendra isn’t like that at all.
Which is why I ask, “How long have you been a submissive?”
She doesn't even take a moment to think about her answer, as she claims, “Almost four years.” I listen intently, as she states, “I trained under another sub for six months, before I met my first Dom. He and I were together for a while, before we ended things.”
