“What to you mean?”
Jessica looked down and fiddled with her coffee mug. “He liked to visit my bedroom when my mom had night shifts at the hospital. She didn’t believe me when I told her what he did, so as soon as I had saved some money, I took off for the community college. I’d gotten a scholarship for tuition, but I had to pay my own living expenses.”
She looked up at David. “So, I worked part time at a local attorney’s office and finished a two-year paralegal program, which gave me the training to come to New York to work while I finished my Bachelor’s degree and now law school.”
“And when did you start seeing the therapist?”
“I’ve been seeing her ever since I came to New York. I have excellent medical benefits from work, and it was a no-brainer, really, especially since it seemed that every relationship I had turned abusive on some level. That’s when she said BDSM communities had rules to protect a submissive personality and provided a safe environment. She said that I could trust someone with proper training, so that’s how I came to Club Manhattan.”
David looked into her blue eyes. He took hold of both her hands.
“Jessica, even without training at Club Manhattan, I would never hurt a woman in that way. I despise bullies, especially scum that prey on women. But, it’s true that our training is to protect a sub from harm or injury while pushing the limits of giving pleasure. So, I’m grateful to your therapist for sending you there.”
He let go of her hands and leaned back in his chair. It was time to reveal his past.
“In a strange way, what brought me here was an abusive man in my past as well.”
Jessica gave him a quizzical look. “What?”
David filled her in on the events with Danny, Andrea’s ex-boyfriend, and how that relationship had propelled him into the program while he completed his first year of med school.
Jessica listened attentively. When David finished, she looked into his eyes. “So, you’re only staying in New York until you get into med school in Miami?”
David reached over and took back her hand. “That’s what I thought. But, while you were gone this weekend, Andrea came for a visit. I didn’t plan it, I swear, it just worked out that way.”
Jessica nodded, although David could see she was upset.
“But, the visit wasn’t what I hoped it would be,” he said.
“What do you mean?”
“I’m starting to see there’s a big difference between what goes on in the back rooms of these clubs and what happens between us in the Dungeon. Club Secrets and its other locations are for swingers. I never really liked that aspect of it, but Andrea was into it, and I wanted to please her. It’s been pretty hard for me to handle her past with people I’m close to, even though it happened before we got together. But I realized this weekend that I’ll never have with her what we have.”
He wove his fingers between hers.
“What’s that?” Jessica asked.
“Look, I can’t deny I like the feeling of power and control that I have in our relationship. But when I see the look of pure gratitude in your eyes when I tie you up or engage in some of the forms of play, it moves me to my core to be better for you, better to you. I want to give as much of myself to you as you give to me.”
Jessica face shone. “And that’s why I’m proud to call you Master. I want to belong to you, David. I think I may be ready for a collar, if that pleases you.”
In her eyes, he saw the desire he was feeling in his groin. He kissed her hand and then brought it under the table to rest on his cock, which was fighting against his zipper to be released.
With his other hand, he flipped his books closed. “Come on, let’s go to your place for some play. We have some catching up to do.”
Jessica lightly squeezed the bulge where her hand still rested. “A fabulous idea, Master.”
* * *
They started their play on the subway ride to Jessica’s apartment. It was rush hour and the cars were jam packed, giving them the opportunity to touch each other unnoticed by other passengers. There were so many people pressed together that their biggest concern was to make sure they were grabbing one another and not another commuter.
David slid his hand under her skirt while she pressed against him, her hand on his cock. They rubbed one another for one stop, and took a short break when the train doors opened and commuters spilled out onto the platform. Far more squeezed in at the Grand Central Station stop, and once again their groping began. It was an express train with fewer stops, so they had several minutes before the doors would open again.
Jessica unbuttoned David’s jeans and slipped her hand under the waistband of his briefs. He pulled back briefly at the feel of her cool hand, but she quickly warmed her fingers against his cock. She smeared the pre-cum from his tip down his shaft.
David sucked in and closed his eyes while reaching under her skirt and pushing aside the thin strip of fabric where her panties covered her sex. She was so wet, his fingers easily slid through her warm slick folds into her opening.
Not paying any attention to the crowds pressed around them, they looked into each other’s eyes while they fondled each other. They were so absorbed in their groping that the next stop went almost unnoticed. As the crowd around them dispersed, they remained holding onto to each other’s bottoms, leaning against the center pole where the exit doors opened and closed. Someone coming into the car walked past them and said, “Get a room, dammit.”
David lifted his head and realized it was their stop. He pulled his fingers out of Jessica’s pussy and took her hand from his pants, dragging her out the doors just in time. They looked at each other and burst out laughing.
“Good thing your apartment is only a block away, or I’d have to throw you against the wall, right here,” he whispered in her ear.
“Oh, that sounds fabulous. Do it.”
David looked closely at her, and she nodded that she was serious. Jessica’s stop on the IRT line was one of the busiest in New York. It was rush hour, and a good time to do it.
David looked up and down the platform. There was a stairway to the street level at either end, but it seemed most of the traffic came from the one on the right. He headed that way, and pulled Jessica beneath the stairwell. It was unlit, so they had the cover of darkness.
He threw Jessica against the wall. “Raise your arms, now!”
Jessica automatically did as she was told. Dropping her book bag to the floor, she raised her arms, clasping her hands together as she lifted her arms high above her head.
David grabbed her wrists and pinned them to the wall with one hand. His pants button was still undone, and he quickly unzipped and pulled his cock out of his pants. It was a relief to release his throbbing manhood.
He pulled up the front of Jessica’s skirt and ripped off the tiny bit of fabric that covered her sex, tossing the shredded panties to the floor. David shoved his dick into her slick folds. Jessica spread her legs apart, and he slid right into her hot waiting hole.
He pushed against her, mouth covering hers, tongue thrusting over hers as his cock pummeled her inside. He released her arms and they fell down to his shoulders. Jessica tightened them around his neck. He put his hands behind her, grabbing her cheeks. With a light spring, Jessica jumped up, wrapping her legs around his hips. She bounced up and down, ramming his cock into her, until David felt his tip could go no further.
Jessica’s shrieks and his groans were muffled by their embrace, but it wouldn’t have made a difference if they had screamed aloud. A train was pulling up to the platform, and nothing could be heard above the squealing of the wheels and the announcement on the loudspeaker.
Balancing Jessica on one leg and pressing her back to the wall, David put his hand under her lightweight pullover top, reaching under her bra. He pinched her nipple between his fingers. Once it was hard, he took her whole breast into his hand and squeezed.
Jessica dug her nails into his back.
“Tell me
when to come,” she said pulling her mouth away between the lip bites.
David felt his balls contracting and the heat rising from his core.
“Now!”
He put both hands under her butt cheeks again. Pressing her against the wall, he let loose his seed, feeling her muscles contracting around him all the while.
When they were complete, David pulled out slowly and set Jessica’s feet on the ground.
She looked down at her panties on the dirty floor and shrugged. “Those were never my favorites.”
She picked up her book bag while David quickly put his cock back in this pants and zipped up. She took his arm, and they walked out from the stairwell and up the steps.
Chapter Five
David trudged up the four flights of stairs to his apartment and struggled with his packages and book bag while he fiddled with the three locks. It wasn’t the finest accommodations in New York, but it was close to his school, and he was able to split the ridiculous rent with three other med students.
He dumped his stuff on the chair in the hallway to look through the pile of mail on the entrance table. One of his roommates must have picked it up. As he sorted through the letters and packages, an envelope caught his eye, and he pulled it out.
It was addressed to him, and David stared at the sender’s address, the University of Miami. It was a package—a signal that he had been accepted. Rejection letters come in thin, letter-sized envelopes.
David grabbed his things from the chair and brought everything to his room, dumping his book bag on the bed. He turned the UM package over in his hands several times without opening it. He headed into the kitchen, grabbed a cold beer from the refrigerator, and plopped down on a stool in the corner.
He chugged half the bottle before he set it down to open the large envelope. He slit the top of with a knife and peered in, looking for the cover letter. Pulling out the top sheet of paper, he saw what he expected.
“Dear David Hauser, We are pleased to accept you in the University of Miami Medical School for the Winter Term of next year, beginning January 3.”
What? He had applied for Fall Term of next year, starting in September, not January.
He felt a weird sensation in his stomach and a burning vile taste backed up into his mouth. He ran over the sink and spit out the beer he had just gulped down two minutes earlier.
David brushed it off when he remembered he hadn’t eaten yet that day. He filled a glass with water and washed out his mouth. He grabbed the bag of pretzels from over the refrigerator and the rest of his beer and returned to his room, package stashed under his arm.
Propped up on his bed pillows, he munched on pretzels until his stomach quieted. Then he finished the beer, setting the bottle down on his nightstand. He let out a large burp and spilled out the contents of the envelope to look through everything.
His mind was spinning with a million questions, and his emotions raced from “Oh shit” to “Fucking A, I got in,” to “I can be in Florida for winter” to “I’m not ready to leave here.”
Technically, the transfer would work out perfectly. He’d be finished with the fall term at Columbia, his training at Club Manhattan would be completed, and he could be back in the Florida sun before the winter storms hit.
So why did he feel like shit?
He wasn’t prepared. According to his original plan, he was staying in New York for the entire first year of med school—until June. He had to sign a one-year lease, so he was staying in New York through the summer, avoiding the stifling Florida heat. He had envisioned moving back late in August, with enough time to get settled before starting his second year at UM.
He should have been turning cartwheels that he got in ahead of time, but something somewhere inside him was resisting. David knew what it was. Leaving Jessica. He didn’t want to do it.
He knew needed to figure this out. If he wasn’t ready now, wouldn’t waiting another six months be even harder? If he didn’t accept the current admissions offer, it was unlikely that UM would allow him another chance to get in.
Or would they? Maybe he should contact the admissions office and find out if he could delay the transfer. But, did he even want that?
He tried to think about Andrea, but only Jessica came to mind.
* * *
Andrea’s name was on the call screen. He didn’t want to answer, but figured there wasn’t going to be a good time for this call, so he might as well get it over with.
“Hey, babe.”
“Hi David. Where are you?”
“I’m studying at the coffee shop down the street from my apartment. Believe it or not, it’s actually quieter here than at my place right now.”
“I can call back later.”
David stood up and walked outside the front door, out of earshot of other patrons. He could see his laptop through the window. “No, I need to take a break. What’s up?”
“Um, David. I—I just talked to your mother. She said you got accepted to UM on some early admission program, and that you could start there right after the holidays.”
“Yeah. I’ve been meaning to call, Andrea, really. I just have so much studying to do with first semester finals coming up.”
“She said you weren’t sure if you were going to accept. What’s going on?”
David took a deep breath. This wasn’t exactly how he wanted to have this conversation, with him freezing his Florida-boy ass off outside a coffee shop. The truth was he had made a decision, although he hadn’t told anyone yet. He stalled, thinking maybe he should plan out what he was going to say first.
“I just got the letter a few days ago, Andrea, and I really haven’t had the time to give it the consideration it deserves. This is a change of plans, and I want to give the early move some more thought.”
“Do you want to know what I think?”
“Sure,” he said, although he winced, knowing he could be opening an ugly can of worms.
“I think you should stay where you are. You’re doing so well. Grades at the top of your class. A change now could interrupt the momentum you’ve built. You’d have to reacclimate to a new school, different instructors, and a different regimen. It could set you back.”
David couldn’t believe it. He decided to let Andrea continue to see what she really wanted.
“So, you’d be all right with another six to nine months of me living in New York?”
There was silence on her end.
“David, we need to be honest. I sensed you weren’t that happy when I visited you a few a weeks ago. It’s been awkward ever since.”
“Yeah, that’s true. I’ve been asking myself if we want the same thing. You know, I don’t want to try to change you in any way. I love your feistiness and love of freedom. You seem to be happy with a lifestyle that I’m not sure is right for me.”
“Is it because of your parents?”
“I can’t deny that your previous relationships with them and other people I know affects me, but I realize that it’s the past.”
“David, this is a perfect example of what happens in relationships with the age difference we have.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, everyone my age has a history, while at your age, you’re just starting out. It’s hard to forgive or learn to live with baggage when you’re twenty-two. If I felt that way, I’d probably never be able to have another long-term relationship.”
“Look, I get it that everyone has a past, it’s just that yours is so intimate with my family and friends. It’s awkward for me. But that’s not all of it, as long as we’re being truthful.”
Andrea was silent for a minute. “There’s more?”
“Yes. Even if your former partners were different, I don’t know that I want to continue living as you and my parents do. I want more commitment and exclusivity.”
Andrea was silent for so long that David checked the call screen to make sure they were still connected.
“Andrea, are you there?”
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nbsp; She sighed. “Yes. That’s just another reason for you to stay. You need to explore what you want, and it’s best if you do it away from me and your parents.”
“What are you saying?”
“Look. I’m not going anywhere, and it’s unlikely that my situation will change much because I’m happy living as I am. Still, I’ve learned a few things from you. Like what kind of man is dominant and what kind is abusive.”
“Andrea, I appreciate your honesty. You’ve helped me discover what I want for myself, too. I’ll see you when I come home for break between sessions. Should be in around three weeks. OK?”
“You bet.”
“Great. I’m freezing my ass off here on the sidewalk, so I’m going back inside. Just remember, you are my first love, and nothing ever changes that.”
Chapter Six
The one final exam David really looked forward to was upon him. If all went well, he and Jessica would complete the course after demonstrating they had mastered the principles set forth in Club Manhattan BDSM community.
Each couple was required to perform a play sequence for the instructors. When it was their turn to perform, the Dom selected a piece of paper from a large bowl, which specified the equipment and behaviors they had to demonstrate. They could enact the scenario with their own set of preferences for how they interacted on a personal level, but they would be judged by how well they had mastered the basic BDSM procedures.
When their names were called, Jessica got up from her chair and kneeled in front of it, hands behind her back, right hand over left, palms facing up. She wore a black stretch lace corset with matching g-string thong. The bodice fastened in front with hook and eye closures the length of the garment. The bottom hem of the corset was edged in a lace ruffle, which matched the lace and ribbon garter and wrists bands she sported.
Although the corset covered her breasts, her white skin and pink nipples could easily be seen through the netting of the lace. The thin string of the thong was snug across her hips and disappeared completely as it dipped into her rear crevice. Her uncovered round, firm cheeks protruded beneath the corset.
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