Breath on the Wind

by Catherine Johnson

  The waiter presented them with the food and wine menus. After asking her preference, Chiz requested a beer for himself and red wine for Elmo. While they waited for the waiter to return with the drinks, Chiz spared his menu a quick glance, and picked some easy and obvious choices. He had things other than food on his mind now.

  The drinks were served and they were alone again. Elmo took a sip of her wine, and put her closed menu down on the table in front of her. As well as being a carnivore, she didn’t fuck around taking forever to decide what she wanted to eat. That pleased Chiz immensely.

  “So, Andrea, huh?”

  Shock crossed Elmo’s face and her eyes narrowed, but she was interested, not angry. “Who told you?”

  “You so sure I didn’t find it out on my own?”

  “Yes. You pronounced it properly. People who see it on paper always say it as ‘An-dree-ah’ instead of ‘An-dray-ah’.

  “Ahh, you got me. I ran into your door guy at the gym today.”

  “Shane?”

  “If that’s the guy who was at the club last night, yeah, him.”

  “Yep, that’s Shane. You two seemed to have a lot in common?” There was a sting to her tone.

  “Jealous, doll? ‘Cause he’s not really my type.”

  She laughed at that. “Did he tell you anything else about me?”

  “No. Why, doll? You got a closet full of skeletons and a back yard full of bodies?”

  Elmo’s, or Andrea’s, answer was interrupted by the waiter returning to take their order.

  Chiz slipped his hand unobtrusively into his pocket, pulled out the remote, and turned the vibrator on. Elmo was trying to speak to the young man. Chiz could see the color rising in her face, could see her fighting the urge to move in her seat. He fiddled with the controls, and realized he could turn the intensity of the vibrations up and down. He smiled when Elmo stammered, losing her train of thought. The waiter gave her a slightly concerned look. Chiz turned the vibrations off when the waiter turned to him to note his choices.

  As the waiter moved away Elmo took a big sip of wine, smiling at him over the rim of her glass. Now that they were no longer being observed, she did move in her seat a little. He was going to make her beg tonight, and the thought made him feel giddy.

  Chiz decided to distract her with conversation first, to keep her guessing about when he would turn the toy back on again.

  “So, what secrets are you worried about Shane spillin’?”

  He could tell that she hadn’t expected him to return to that precise point in their banter.

  “He doesn’t know any secrets about me.”

  “But you’re worried he’ll tell me somethin’?”

  Elmo shrugged and began to toy with the stem of her wine glass. “Not overly much. I was wondering if he’d told you about the rest of the club.”

  “The rest of it? There’s more to it?”

  Elmo was in the middle of taking a sip of wine. She nodded as she swallowed. “Yes there is.”

  “I gotta say, doll. I’m impressed. It’s all yours?”

  “It is.” The light in her eyes changed slightly. “Chiz, what’re we doing here?”

  “Makin’ small talk and tryin’ to get you off in public.” Chiz flicked the vibrator on and off again suddenly. Elmo’s eyes widened before she returned to the subject at hand.

  “I wasn’t really expecting any of this getting-to-know-you shit. I thought I was more of a… holiday romance, for you.”

  Chiz hadn’t really given any specific thought to whether he wanted to know more about Elmo or whether he wanted to leave things as anonymous as they were. He made up his mind on the spur of the moment. “I wouldn’t put it quite like that, doll. I want to know more about you. Is that so bad?”

  “Maybe, maybe not. I suppose it depends on what you think about what you find out.” She sat back in her seat. “So, what do you want to know?”

  “You from Alabama originally?”

  “Yes. But I was born and grew up in the north, near Decatur. What about you? You’re not from around here.”

  “No. I’m Texan born and bred, but I moved to Louisiana with my daddy before I was outta my teens. There’s a little town called Absolution that’s my home now.”

  “And is that where those Priests are?” She asked him with a raised eyebrow.

  He could hear the verbal quotation marks she’d put around the word ‘Priests.’ She’d been paying attention to his exchange with Shane. “Yeah, they’re the club that I ride with.”

  “Is that just for fun?”

  “Do I look like a weekend warrior to you, doll?”

  Elmo laughed which took the edge of his irritation. “No. No you don’t. I don’t know anything about that kind of thing, though.”

  “That’s probably not a bad thing.” Chiz muttered as he took a drink of his beer. He couldn’t imagine what the likes of Moira and Dolly would make of Elmo. Having said that, if they got talking about shoes, they’d probably end up best friends. Fuck, he didn’t know where he was going with a train of thought like that.

  Rather than let his head lead him into even more dangerous territory, Chiz slowly turned the power up on the vibrator, while maintaining eye contact with Elmo. He watched as her eyes widened slightly, saw her lips part before her tongue darted out to moisten them. He turned it down again, giving her some moments to collect herself, before turning it up again, further this time. He watched the flush creep up her neck before she bit her lower lip to keep from moaning aloud. He turned the dial down again. After allowing her several panting breaths, he turned it back up again. Elmo clasped her hands on the table in front of her, twisting her fingers together, trying not to squirm.

  He tormented her for a few moments, then turned the toy off again. “Anyway, you’re avoidin’ the question about what-all else you do at your club.” Chiz was beginning to wonder about that.

  Elmo took another drink. A big drink. Chiz wondered if she wasn’t about to tell him that she ran a brothel.

  “I’m a professional dominatrix. The entire first floor of the club is dedicated to that.”

  It took Chiz a moment to compute what she’d said.

  “You’re a dominatrix?” He ran back through some memories. That illuminated some, but not others. “I guess that’s where you got the toys and the fancy outfit from?”

  “Yes.” Elmo nodded as she took another sip of wine.

  “What about that thing with the schoolgirl costume? You weren’t very dominant that night, doll.”

  “No. I’m a professional dominatrix, I don’t live the lifestyle.”

  “So, how did you end up doing what you do?”

  Elmo took another quick drink and toyed with her fork a little before answering.

  “I started stripping in college. It was better money than working most fast food joints, better hours too. I was able to put a lot more time and effort into my studies. Not long after I started, one of the other girls told me about the dominatrix thing, and that sounded like something that would fit me better. It was a steep learning curve, very steep, but in the end I liked it better. When I finished college I went into a regular job and stopped doing it, but then there was always something, a vacation a pair of shoes, that my paycheck couldn’t stretch to, so I started again for the extra cash. Eventually it made more sense for me to give up the day job that made me miserable, and paid peanuts, and to start doing my own thing.”

  Chiz had thought maybe she’d deflect the question. He was surprised that she’d answered so fully. “Like I said. Impressive. So you don’t offer… other services at the club?”

  Elmo actually looked offended. “No. That would be illegal. In the same way that stripping isn’t, this isn’t. We’re very careful about that. If you’re looking for something like that, you wouldn’t find it in my club.”

  “Sorry.” Chiz took a drink of his beer. “So you go to a trainin’ camp or somethin’ to learn how to do this, you know, if you’re not that way inclined?” He ask
ed with a grin.

  “Sort of.” She looked a little uncomfortable again. “I started off in a dungeon as an apprentice, but it was a different setup. That place expected you to train as a submissive first. There is merit in experiencing whatever you plan on dishing out, but I’m not a fan of that training method. I didn’t know any other way at the time, though. That’s not how I run my business.”

  That sounded like a whole lot of story. Maybe one best saved for another time. Chiz turned the vibrator on, and enjoyed watching her reaction until the waiter arrived with their food, and Elmo had to lean back to allow him to put the plate down. Chiz turned the toy down slightly, but waited until the waiter left before turning it off. He chuckled when he saw the man stumble over a chair because he was paying more attention to Elmo, twisting his head over his shoulder, than he was to his path through the restaurant.

  “You should eat.”

  Elmo took a big gulp of wine. “I’m not sure that I can.”

  Chiz grinned again, but left her in peace to eat her appetizer. He soon finished his own food. The waiter returned promptly to clear their empty plates.

  “So, you whip people for a living?”

  “I spend more time managing the clubs now, but yes, I do still take clients. There’s more to it than just whipping and paddling, though. We offer sensation play, bondage, humiliation, role play… pretty much everything there is. There are submissives working at the club as well as other dominants.”

  Chiz figured that his knowledge of the kind of kink that Elmo was talking about was limited to the extreme and the ridiculous. “D’you pee on people? I’ve heard about that.”

  Elmo gave him a wicked smile. “Yes. I have amazing bladder control, but it’s not my favorite thing to do.”

  “Good. That’s not my scene at all, doll.”

  “I didn’t think that it would be.” She leant forward, and rested her elbows on the table with her chin propped on her folded hands, and tilted her head. “So, you’re not bothered by this at all?”

  Chiz was confused by her question. “What? Why should I be? Doll, you’re hot as all get out, and you like to play. I don’t give a shit if some fat fuck in a suit wants to dress in a diaper and call you Mamma for an hour every Tuesday.”

  She sat back again, but she was smiling. “Actually that’s something I don’t do.”

  “What?”

  “Infant play. I don’t like it. One of the other girls handles those clients.”

  So she’d piss on someone, but she wouldn’t sing them nursery rhymes. That was interesting, but he guessed everyone had limits. It wasn’t something he’d ever be into. Having said that, she’d opened his eyes to other things that he hadn’t thought he’d ever be into.

  Instead of getting deeper into the conversation, Chiz turned the power up on the remote again, just a little. He silently counted to five and then turned it down. He counted to ten before turning it up a little further, then turning it down again. Another ten count, and he turned it up a little further still, holding it a little longer before turning it down. Watching Elmo respond to the feeling of the vibrations within her, doing her best not to moan or wriggle, had him solid and about ready to burst.

  Their main course arrived at the table and, for his own sake as much as hers, Chiz decided to take pity, and kept the vibrator turned off as they ate.

  As he was clearing their plates, the waiter asked, “Would you like to see the dessert menu?”

  “No, we don’t need to see it.” Chiz replied. “Just bring us a dish of chocolate ice cream and two spoons.”

  “Very well, sir.”

  Chiz didn’t respond to Elmo’s raised eyebrow.

  Once the ice cream had been delivered and they had the table to themselves again, Chiz leaned forward, scooped up a spoon of the dessert and fed it to Elmo. As he did so, he turned the vibrator on.

  Elmo licked the ice cream from the spoon with the pink tip of her tongue as Chiz turned the power down, but not all the way off. He continued to feed her, and with every spoonful he turned the vibrations up a little higher, held the count a little longer, before turning them down, but never turning the toy off completely. He maintained eye contact with Elmo as much as possible, when she didn’t have her lids closed, taking deep breaths to try and maintain control of her body. Her eyes were bright and shining, and she was almost panting in between mouthfuls of ice cream.

  Chiz smirked before turning the power as high as it would go, then turning it down, but again not all the way off. Elmo gripped the edge of the table, breaking eye contact as she looked down at her white knuckles, breathing deeply. Chiz turned the dial on full power again, watching as her grip on the table tightened.

  Elmo was panting; she squirmed slightly in her seat and looked up. “Chiz...?” She pleaded.

  “I want you to beg me... Domina.”

  Despite her overwhelming arousal, Elmo’s eyes flashed. “Chiz...”

  He didn’t give her the opportunity to finish speaking. He turned the power up full, and held it for a count of ten, before turning it down to its lowest point.

  He took a sip of beer, trying to overcome the sudden dryness in his throat, but his voice still came out a low rasp as he leaned forward, closer to her. “I know you’re wet, doll. Are you ready to beg me to fuck you yet?”

  He didn’t give her chance to answer. He turned the power of the vibrator up and down in a jagged rhythm. Elmo was bolt upright, visibly fighting the urge to dance in her seat and make a scene. Chiz turned the toy fully off, laughing as she slumped back.

  “You bastard.” She sighed, but her eyes were fiery.

  “Close, sweetheart?”

  “Very.”

  “Beg me, Domina, and I’ll make you come.”

  “No.” She shook her head to emphasize her answer. Chiz took it as a personal challenge.

  He signaled for the check. When the waiter returned with it, Chiz turned the vibrator on again, keeping it at a medium pace, almost laughing aloud at Elmo’s fight not to yell out. She was fighting not to let the waiter, who was standing right next to her, see that she was about to come. Chiz used the opportunity of Elmo’s inability to speak to pay the bill before she could.

  It was the waiter’s turn to stammer over his usual spiel; it seemed as though the young man had figured their game out. Chiz would have bet good money that Elmo’s seat was sporting a damp patch, and he wondered what the staff would make of that when they re-set the table. Seeing that Elmo was almost there, he turned the vibrator off suddenly and completely, earning himself a murderous glare.

  Chiz stood and offered his hand to Elmo to help her stand. She stumbled as she found her way out from between her chair and the table, so he slipped his arm around her waist to steady her. She leaned into him as he guided her to the exit.

  Once they were outside, the cold air hit Elmo and she stumbled slightly again, still disoriented. Chiz pulled her closer, enjoying the heat of her body as she pressed into him.

  “Chiz...please...” She could hardly speak.

  That was what he wanted to hear. He knew she was burning up, and honestly, he only just had control of himself. Dropping to the sidewalk and shoving himself into her there and then seemed like a good idea. He glanced around, and spotted a dark alleyway. He guided Elmo into it, kicking a few of the piles of trash that they passed to check that they didn’t have unexpected company.

  Once they were away from the glow of the street lights, in the shadows, hidden from anyone passing on the main street, he shoved her against the wall. His lips crashed down on hers. She returned the fierce kiss, almost fighting him.

  Chiz freed himself from his jeans, this was going to be fast and furious. He scrabbled for a condom from his pocket and quickly rolled it on. He reached between them, pushing his hand between her thighs. Her moisture was almost running down her inner thighs, she was so wet. He drove two fingers inside her and Elmo writhed on his hand, grinding her clit into his palm. Chiz caught hold of the ribbon attached to vi
brator inside her and pulled it out. Elmo moaned as the egg left her body empty. He shoved it into his pocket to free his hand.

  He stepped back, only just far enough to pull Elmo from against the wall. A she stumbled in her heels he turned her and shoved her back against the wall, face first. She caught herself with her palms flat to the wall as he yanked her dress out of his way. Elmo was making helpless noises, but before she could beg again he rammed into her, as deep as he could go.

  Elmo gasped and arched, but Chiz was right behind her, pressing her into the wall with his body, trapping her. In a few brutal thrusts they were both coming. Elmo was barely containing her moans. Chiz buried his face in her hair, and grunted into her neck as he exploded.