by Sarah Stein
The closer she got to him, the more she heard the loud slurring escaping his lips. Elijah didn’t reveal he was drunk. He sat at the bar drinking a beer and accusing anyone who stopped to listen for not revealing where she was. The honest truth was no one cared. Everyone had his or her own agenda to worry about.
She observed Delray for the second time that night. The costume brought out his manliness. Oh, and he was all that. His helmet rested on the bar top allowing his hair to glow beneath the lamps above the bar. His body was pristine and it caused Jolene to clench her fist diminishing the sudden want to caress him.
Oh no. She didn’t want him to know she was here. Not yet. After the hell he’d put her through, the least he could do was wait in anguish. She had a plan and God forbid if it failed. The least she could do was try even if it meant losing Delray for good.
The entire time she set things in motion, her eyes were ever watchful on him. He stopped downing beers but kept talking nonsense about someone he cared so much about kept dodging him. Jolene wasn’t sure whom he spoke about but the jealousy flared big time. She didn’t want his attention on some floozy especially when she wanted him most.
Tamping down her anger, she focused on getting her prize.
“I need you to do me a huge favor,” Jolene said, “Have the Dream Room ready with matches, handcuffs, white paraffin candles and the standard toys. Butt plug and prostate massager.”
Elijah nodded before replying, “I hope you know what you’re getting into.”
“Not really, but a girl’s got to try. Oh, and I need a blindfold before you leave,” she quickly added.
Elijah exited the room to return with a bright crimson satin blindfold before stating, “Good luck.”
“Thanks. I really appreciate all your help,” she replied.
Now all she needed was a little hope to help her along the way. Sure, she was usually a self-starter but the one fact remained, Delray was still iffy about her sexual tastes. Maybe tonight she could get him to change his mind. He might like some of the things she would introduce.
With that thought, she became persistent with her plan.
Chapter 10
Her scent.
Delray knew she was close. He didn’t smell Jolene at first but it hit him a little too late. He was blindfolded but wasn’t nervous or scared. Why? Because her scent surrounded him, besides he was a big guy and no one could manhandle him. Whoever was behind the tying of the blindfold wasn’t intimidating to Delray.
Sure, he didn’t want anyone other than Jolene making a move on him but what did he have to lose? She’d evaded him at all cost. There was no point in trying to find her when she didn’t want to be found. Their mutual friend Elijah was hiding her location as well, so what hope did he have?
Maybe whomever it was behind the soft sensual hands securing the blindfold could show him the world he gave up with Jolene. It was the least he could do since he fucked up his only chances with her.
He’d traveled to Serenity Cavern as fast as he could because he thought Jolene would be there but to no avail. His life felt empty. All she wanted was to take control but he couldn’t give her that. Why did it matter so much to him when he clearly enjoyed it?
Letting the unknown person guide him inside Serenity Cavern was the punishment for his sins against Jolene. He had no fight and it was because he lost the one woman who mattered the most to him.
“Almost there,” the voice taunted him.
He couldn’t lie that the situation and voice aroused him. How embarrassing was that? He couldn’t seem to be content with the way his sexual tastes were changing.
She guided him as he stumbled over his own feet to follow her. His heartbeat kicked up a notch as he was ushered through the first door that was creaked open.
The Spartan costume was quickly stripped from his body. Nothing remained but his calm facade. Oh, he was nervous, but he didn’t want her to notice.
He didn’t know what to expect when she whispered into his ear, “Kneel down, then lay comfortably on your back.”
Many curse words exited his lips as he dropped ungracefully to his knees. They would be sore in the morning but at least it wouldn’t affect him at the moment. The thickness of the mat under him shielded most of his pain.
His hands were raised above his head before she cuffed them with metal. He was pretty sure they were handcuffs and not the cheap kind. He was thankful she didn’t put them really tight considering his arms might get tired from resting above his head.
After a few minutes of nothingness, he realized he was alone.
He strained to hear but there was total silence. Where did she go and why was he lying flat on his back?
“What do you want?” Delray asked.
Although he didn’t really care, he couldn’t stop himself from asking. The silence was what unnerved him the most. The unknowing.
Finally a sound, one he was familiar with. The swipe and hiss of a match against its striker on the cardboard container before lighting echoed in the silence. He wanted nothing more than to see who lit the match and why it was lit. He stayed still as he waited for his penance.
Normally, he would feel pathetic but now he felt like he warranted what was coming his way.
The sound died out and then nothing. He smelled the burning of sulfur but that was all. It was like whoever was in the room with him were playing with his senses. All they wanted to do was torture his mind with thoughts of what might occur. It didn’t help that his cock stood at attention, begging to be noticed.
What kind of sick person was he, getting off on being taunted? Jolene would have a field day if she knew of his thoughts.
The sound of shuffling feet scuttled along the floor nearby. He still wasn’t sure what he was in for and was anxious to find out. His curiosity won and caused him to wait patiently for her next move.
Did he mention how ticklish he was? The feeling of a feather-light object grazed along the side of his abdomen and crossed over to the other side. The object gently caressed along his pubis stopping right before his penis. His cock twitched causing his body to yearn for the tiniest of touches.
He visibly relaxed as she continued her assault on his body. Each time she rubbed the feather against his armpits, he’d squirm. The ticklish feeling would return but the instant she moved the object, he’d relax. Regardless, he didn’t want the feeling to end and mentally prayed for her to continue.
The moaning escaped his lips before he realized he wasn’t being touched. His hips pumped against nothing hoping to relieve the ache she caused.
“Hold still,” she murmured softly against his ear.
Her voice washed over him and he fancied nothing more than to pin her and fuck her brains out. Alas, he was handcuffed and at her mercy. Oh, but he wished for her mouth to enclose his cock. Her sweet moans would sound heavenly.
He heard the sound again. The swipe of a match and then the smell of sulfur filled his nostrils.
His body jerked as it tried to dodge the heat that graced his right nipple. Before he could register what occurred, another drop graced his left nipple. He wanted to yell out but couldn’t seem to get words past his pursed lips. He refused to look weak. The worst part was how his cock stood rock solid as if he actually enjoyed the pain.
She didn’t allow the heat to cool before dripping more wax atop him. That’s what it was, wax from a candle. With each bite of wax, his body jerked, yet he couldn’t stop himself from wanting more. How fucked up was he?
He couldn’t seem to allow Jolene to show him her side, yet a stranger pours hot wax and he’s smitten. His hips thrust up but met nothing.
She continued the wax play, dripping it along his abdomen and ever so close to his genitals but never touching. Her finger lightly flicked along the tip but nothing more. He was so close to thrusting his cock into her fist. Her movements were quick.
“More. Give me more,” Delray yelped past the anguish.
Instead of more, she stopped altogether. He f
elt the wax cool and thicken on his nipples and abdomen. It felt weird but reminded him of the pleasure.
His legs were being lifted up with his knees pointed towards the ceiling and his feet planted on the floor and spread-eagled. He felt a cool, moist sensation rub against the entrance of his rectum before an object was pushed past the tight entrance. His breath escaped in a rush, the feeling uncomfortable but manageable.
He wasn’t entirely sure what the object was but was hoping for a pleasurable feeling over pain.
She repositioned his legs straight along the floor before taking further advantage of him.
His anus felt full but tolerable and he wasn’t sure what the purpose of sticking an object in his ass would accomplish? The sad thing was how much he enjoyed it being played with.
Just when he started wondering where she went, his body had the feeling of heaviness with the weight of hers resting atop him. She was light and fit perfect against him.
He could feel that she wore no garments and her vagina was smooth as her lips rested against his phallus. It twitched knowing exactly what he was craving. Oh yeah, he ached for this unknown stranger above him. He wondered if this was the kind of stuff Jolene did with other men.
His jealousy flared. He didn’t want to think about the pleasurable feelings Jolene was giving to some other man. Delray wanted to be the one she dominated.
It suddenly dawned on him how much he wanted Jolene’s full attention. He couldn’t stand the thought of being on the sidelines and watching her date some other guy. He needed her for himself.
“Get off,” Delray demanded.
“I’m not done with you yet,” she replied.
Delray tried to buck the girl off him but had a hard time considering his wrists and legs were bound. She held on pretty flawlessly.
He felt like he deserved the pain since he hurt Jolene but his mind was made up. Jolene was all he wanted, craved and yearned. At this point, he’d do almost anything to have her again.
“I changed my mind,” Delray uttered, “This isn’t what I want.”
“You could’ve fooled me,” she replied, “You were practically begging for it.”
“You’re right, but it’s not what I want at this moment,” Delray provided.
She detached her body from his before removing the cuffs from his wrists and the bindings on his legs.
He twirled his wrists to make sure he had adequate circulation before removing the blindfold that covered his eyes.
He couldn’t wait to lay eyes on the woman that took pleasure in his pain. The one woman he was about to give himself with no remorse.
After removing the piece of satin, his eyes squinted from the dim light illuminating the room. Once his sight cleared, what he saw shocked him to the core.
Chapter 11
Go figure, he’d turn into an asshole at the last minute. Jolene’s body was on fire at his reaction to her torments. The one time he fully accepted her as she was made her night. Now her anger was boiling at him ditching on her yet again.
She moved swiftly as possible to allow for Delray to become mobilized once again. It was reluctant but she wouldn’t hold him against his will. He must give full consent. Her heart hurt because she thought he finally gave in to her desires.
For an instant, he actually seemed like it was enjoyable. His cock stood straight during the entire thing.
“Holy fuck!” he hissed out once he removed the blindfold. “It’s you! Why would you pretend to be someone else?”
Jolene was surprised at his outburst. She wasn’t sure why he was angry.
“Why would you assume I was someone else?” Jolene questioned. “Weren’t you looking all around for me earlier?”
“Well, yeah, but Elijah stated you weren’t here,” he replied.
“So, in that case you gave up and went with the first girl who blindfolded you and led you into a separate room from everyone else,” she responded. “You were willing to try anything with some unknown bitch.”
“Wait a minute,” he quizzed, “Are you jealous of yourself?”
She thought for a moment before answering, “It does sound dumb, but in my defense, I thought you knew it was me the entire time. Everyone here knows you’re my property when you enter the club.”
“Oh really?” he smirked.
Jolene countered, “Yes. They all know not to mess with what’s mine. Now, are you just going to give up and run away like a little bitch or are you going to lie back and take what I have to offer?”
“You’re a bit touchy,” he observed.
“I’m tired of chasing you and feeling like I have to soothe your ego,” she revealed. “I get that you aren’t used to submitting and this is a whole new thing for you, but you up and ignored me after we spent an amazing time together.”
“I’m sorry about that, truly,” he replied. “I’ve never been put in a position where I didn’t have to call the shots. I’ve always been headstrong, never had to rely on anyone. It’s an enormous step to fully let go, even in the bedroom.”
She wasn’t sure what to make of his confession. She knew he had issues giving up the reins and permitting her to take control but never anticipated the admission of his faults.
Just like that, he’d created a soft spot. She wanted to be angry and stay that way but couldn’t seem to.
“I hate to admit this, but I understand,” she acknowledged, “But you need to know that I’m sexually turned on by dominating. I learned my tastes a few years back and it’s hard to change it. I can do vanilla but it doesn’t give me the rush or the thrill as dominating does.”
She waited for his reply but was nervous at his pending response. Would he leave again? She wasn’t sure she could handle rejection again. It seemed the only way she could fully be satisfied was through attending Serenity Cavern. If only there was someone who she was attracted to that accepted her fully.
“I thought long and hard about your sexual taste when you called in to work sick,” he said. “Show me what you’ve got.”
He literally winked at her. After everything they’d been through, he was going to make light of their situation.
“Besides,” he continued, “I’ve got this toy lodged in my ass and I’m curious as to what it does.”
She wasn’t sure what to think of his change of mind but she wasn’t one to complain. Things were finally going her way.
“If you’re sure,” she grinned in answer, “I would love to show you more.”
Without a response, he laid back on the floor but it wasn’t what she wanted. She itched to show him what she’d thought of doing to his gorgeous body.
Every movement he made, wax flaked apart and pieces fell off his chest but she sought to mark it again. This time she wanted the marks to grace his body for much longer.
“Get up and follow me,” she ordered.
“Um, we’re naked,” he observed.
“It’s fine and normal around here,” she assured. “Everyone at this club has had their moments of indecency.”
“I should’ve figured it was accepted,” he confirmed.
He followed her closely as they left the room but only to enter into another similar-looking room. There was no way to tell if the room was actually in the hallway considering it was hidden quite well. The door merged as part of the actual wall and the sign that resembled an ordinary picture with a frame read Pleasure Room. The lettering was faded but still readable.
Unless you were a member and attended the cavern routinely, you wouldn’t know the room was there. New members assumed there were only four rooms down that hall but Jolene knew better and Elijah never liked to reveal this room to anyone. It was his preferred chamber.
She was interested in what he thought when they entered the room. Upon sight, the walls were painted crimson red with black bordering. To the far right corner of the room there were hooks attached to the wall with thick, lengthy chains hanging from them. To the left corner of the room, attached to the wall, were hooks and stands
that contained an assortment of whips, riding crops and canes. They were diverse in size with a variety of colors to satisfy the occupant’s taste.
In the middle of the room, facing the wall to ceiling Victorian mirror, bolted to the onyx black stained concrete sat an ebony wood stained spanking bench. There were three long pieces of wood with crimson cushions covering them. Two low pieces were for the knees to rest upon while the higher middle cushion was for the stomach. Whoever would use the bench would get to see all the action happening nearby.
It was one of Jolene’s favorite toys. The craftsmanship awed her and she itched to put it to good use.
You had the option to strap your playmate to the bench with tiny circular hooks screwed on both sides. It could be useful when you want your sub to fully submit.
She was torn between where to strap him but decided the bench would be the ideal choice considering the butt plug that was still lodged in his ass. Oh yeah, she wanted him to feel every tiny sensation.
“Lie face first on the bench and rest your stomach and knees on the provided cushions,” she demanded.
He did as she said with little hesitation. She could tell he was unsure of the piece of furniture but didn’t question her decision.
She loved how quick he was to listen to her demands. He clearly seemed to be allowing her to show him what was in store.
Before she rummaged through the drawer chest that was situated on the left, just inside the doorway, she witnessed how lovely he beheld lying along the bench. His legs were spread-eagled with his knees rested on the cushions and his ass pointed straight up in the air just pleading for her print to grace it.
His arms hung toward the floor with his head resting slightly off the bench and caused her breath to hitch at the sight of him. In that instant, she knew exactly which toy she’d prefer to use. She hoped he’d enjoy the feel instead of wanting to run away.
“Are you going to strap me in?” he probed.
She wanted to fasten him but thought against it, “No. I want to see you struggle to keep your composure.”
