by H. C. Brown
The weekend passed, and then the next lonely week. The flybike had vanished from the front of her house so one of them had picked it up. Fane had said they would meet at the Strand Hotel after the mission, if separated, but she had tried countless times to contact Fane without luck. To her dismay, the information obtained from the front desk only told her he had checked out of the hotel and left no forwarding address.
Tamara dragged herself to work on Friday morning. Tired and depressed, she moved through the never-ending list of patients. On the way home, she caught a glimpse of her reflection in a shop window. She hardly recognized the wan face with dark circles looking back at her. Pressing her palms to her temples, she moaned. Waves of remorse hit her. Her eyes stung with unshed tears. She missed him, after one night of glorious love. She missed Fane in her bed—in her life.
"Tamara?"
Pasting a smile on her face, Tamara turned around.
Gloria, a sub Tamara knew from Whips, gave her a cheery smile. "I haven't seen you at the club lately."
"I've been busy."
"The place has changed owners and has new doms . . . a couple of real hunks . . .
and they have some unique tricks." Gloria moved closer. "There are two that work together."
Tamara met her gaze. New doms, now that was interesting. She needed to get her life back. "I'll come down tonight. Nice seeing you."
"They come in late, usually after nine." Gloria giggled. "See you later."
* * * * *
Fane closed his cell phone and chuckled. Gloria, one of Whip's house subs, had come through for him. Tamara would be in the club— his club—tonight. The decision for the four escapees of Terros 9 to buy Whip s had come quickly. Gryd's starship carried more gold bars than they could trade in a lifetime. They were all doms, and this legitimate business covered any suspicions about their identities. The owner practically threw them the deed to the property after their spectacular, cash offer. All told, the transaction took less than three hours, start to finish.
The apartments above Whips held suitable, separate accommodation for each owner. Fane had big plans for his part of the real estate. If he could convince Tamara to take him back, he would make it into a home. Tamara—her name echoed in his soul.
How he had wanted to M. S. with her. He could hear her trying to contact him and it hurt so bad to remain silent. Convinced she needed space and time to think, he decided to wait before contacting her again. When he went through the Whips ' members list and found her name, he changed his mind. On the records, Tamara had listed her preference as a no-sex sub. He fingered the soft leather collar he had chosen for her and grinned. I'll soon change that.
Not in his wildest dreams could he have hoped Tamara was a sub. In bed, she was an aggressive lover—she would be perfect to train. Fane recalled the moment he had asked her to hold onto the bar at the head of the bed. She had bitten her bottom lip and shook with anticipation. Looking back, he saw clearly how much she'd enjoyed him restraining her, the weight of his body pinning her to the bed. He had often used that simple technique in the past to see if a girl was a sub. Oh yes, he knew how to treat Tamara. Verbal demands and shows of physical strength turned her on—she liked to feel helpless—dominated.
* * * * *
That evening, Tamara threw a long coat over her tight, leather mini and matching bra. She glanced at her reflection in the hall mirror and sighed. Had she applied too much make-up or not enough? The black eyeliner made her eyes appear huge and the lip-gloss accentuated her full lips. The cab she had ordered earlier sounded its horn. She buttoned her coat, pushed her purse under one arm, and rushed out of the front door.
The cab stopped outside the gate to Whips, and Tamara's heart began to race.
She had to stop crying over Fane. These new doms might be just what she needed. She walked past the guard at the first gate and clattered down the steps. Inside, the man at the desk beckoned her.
She gave him a smile. "Good evening."
"Have you signed the waiver for the new owners?" He pushed a micro-pad across the desk. "New owners have instituted a new set of policies and conditions."
Tamara picked up the stylus and scrawled her signature. "Fine, can I go now?"
"Sure."
She made her way down the back corridor to the subs' changing room, removed her coat, and stashed it, along with her purse, in her locker. Steam billowed from the adjoining showers, but the main area was empty. Following the sound of music, she took the steps down to the bar. The scent of leather, beer, and wax flowed over her senses. Her pussy tingled with excitement. At the edge of the dance floor, a small group of female subs danced together. Without a second thought, she joined them and began to move to the sensuous music.
Keeping her sub's demeanor, she cast a furtive glance toward the VIP area of the bar, and the world fell away. Her heart raced. There, leaning casually against the bar, stood Fane. He made an impressive figure, dressed in black leather pants, slung low on the hips. A silver, studded vest hung open to show rippling muscles and a flat stomach.
A leather flogger hung from his belt. In his hand swung a collar and a long, silver chain.
He met her gaze and held it with an unemotional stare. Tamara swallowed hard. Her dance moves grew stilted and uncoordinated. Fane moved across the floor like a cat stalking a mouse, slow and deliberate, until he stood over her.
Tamara trembled. The heat of his body washed over her in a warm embrace. He was so close she could smell him. Mixed with the delightful aroma of leather, Fane's scent intoxicated her to the point of erotic fever.
"Take me for your master."
Tamara nodded, keeping her eyes averted.
"You will show respect for me, slave." Fane slipped the collar around Tamara's neck and led her off the dance floor.
Her heart leapt with joy. He had put his collar on her so no other dom would touch her. Fane's long fingers closed around the chain, and he led her toward the VIP
section, stopping a few feet before the doms congregated at the bar. She took several deep breaths to steady her nerves. This is what she wanted. He was what she needed to fulfill her dreams. In truth, she had waited for Fane all her life.
"Remove your panties and give them to me. You will never wear panties again in my presence." Fane held out his hand.
With her gaze firmly on the polished wood floor, Tamara removed the black lacy strip of fabric and handed it to him. She met his gaze briefly and cast her eyes back to the floor. "Yes, master."
"Get on your knees." Fane pushed on Tamara's shoulder. "Show devotion to your master."
Aware of the entire VIP section watching her, Tamara felt her face grew hot. She knelt before Fane. The thought of showing her bare ass to the entire club made her pussy cream. She bent down to lick the silver medallions on his boots, and then traced a path up his leg. The taste of leather and Fane filled her mouth, sending tremors of delight racing across her overheated skin. She grasped his massive thighs to draw him closer. She licked and nibbled a path across his groin. His thick cock strained rock hard against the leather in an inviting bulge. She nuzzled against the length, sliding her mouth across his heavy cock. She bit, she teased. Her fingers went to his belt. She needed to taste him.
"No." Fane pulled on the chain. "Stand up and open your legs."
Tamara complied. Fane's warm hand slid under her skirt and cupped her pussy.
His long fingers caressed her soaking folds, heightening her desire. He stopped and she groaned.
"Did I say you could moan?" Fane lifted her chin.
"No, master."
"You are a bad girl, and bad slaves must be punished. Follow me." Fane led Tamara from the bar, down the hallway, and into a private room.
* * * * *
She had lost weight. Fane bit the inside of his mouth. Damn it, he never intended her to suffer. She wanted a dom in her life. Why had she not told him before? Was she afraid the knowledge would repel him? Without speaking, he locked the door of the fu
lly equipped dungeon and leaned against the frame, observing Tamara. He could be whatever she needed. In the light of the flickering candles, she stood before him in complete submission, hands limp at her sides. Burgundy hair curtained her face in a wall of red flames. Fane inhaled her fragrance laced with the delectable scent of arousal. He smiled at her bent head and fought the desire to pull her into his arms. "Remove your top . . . slowly. Show me your tits." He dropped his gaze to the twin orbs bouncing free of their constraint. Her nipples, pink and fully erect, made his mouth water with the need to taste them. "Turn around, open your legs, and bend over the bench. Let me see that sweet ass."
* * * * *
Tamara turned and bent over the bench. Her breasts pressed hard against the cold, brass buttons in the leather. She shivered against the silver chain lying across her back. For some reason, she could not stop shaking. Lord, this was Fane, her gentle, loving cyborg, not some out-of-control dom. She jumped at his voice, his commands spoken harshly. She stretched her hands along the bench on his orders. Fane moved around her, swiftly attaching cuffs to wrists and ankles. She turned her head to look at him. Heavens, he was magnificent. As he bent over her to fasten the cuffs, his long, raven hair brushed her arm, sending tingles of delight straight to her pussy. "You will not look upon your master without permission." Fane spun around and walked to a table containing a variety of objects. He selected a blindfold, turned back to Tamara, and covered her eyes. "You know the rules, slave. I must deprive you of sight until you learn to obey your master."
Swallowing hard, Tamara closed her eyes. Alone in the darkness, she waited for Fane's next move. Tied this way, her private parts on display, she was at her master's mercy. Seconds dragged by, and her pussy melted in anticipation. Moisture streamed down between her thighs. She could smell his delicious scent and strained against her bindings. Fane's wet finger touched her mouth, and then traced her lips. She opened her mouth and sucked greedily.
* * * * *
Fane moved his finger in and out of her mouth. He traced her lips again, and then walked around the bench. She looked so inviting spread out for him. The leather skirt pulled up to display her plumb bottom, her legs spread wide to present a tight star and a soft mound of soaking wet folds. God, she was so beautiful. With a groan, he spread her ass cheeks to gorge on her anal star. His tongue circled and plunged, fulfilling his wildest fantasy. Tamara's gasps of appreciation told him what he needed to know. He dragged his mouth away and took a tube of lube from the bench. Slowly and deliberately, he applied a liberal amount to her tight, puckered hole. He ran his thumb around the taut muscle, then pressed against the hole. He repeated the action continuously, allowing the tight ring to soften. So small . . . she would be a joy to fuck. This girl could never have given her ass to anyone; she was too damn tight.
"How many have fucked your ass, slave?"
"Nobody, master."
Pushing his lubricated thumb deep inside her anus, Fane watched Tamara's face.
He began to fuck her with his thumb, coaxing the muscles to relax. To his delight, she moaned and lifted her bottom. Fane slapped her firm ass cheeks. His twin cocks strained against the zipper of his tight leather pants. Fane ground his teeth.
"You like my thumb in your ass, don't you? You're a bad girl. Next you will be begging me to put my cock inside this tight little hole."
Taking his time, Fane slapped and then soothed the marks from his hand until a rosy blush covered Tamara's skin. He used his skill and watched his sub's reactions, taking her to the edge, and then slowing back down. Giving her the ultimate pleasure and putting her needs first. He bit back a moan. The woman was so hot. The intoxicating aroma of her feminine arousal brought him close to spilling in his pants. He reached for the flogger and traced a path across her back, over her shoulders, to rest beneath her chin. "Are you bad enough to flog?"
"Yes . . . master."
* * * * *
Tamara waited for the first blow. The darkness heightened her anticipation until she trembled with need. Fane moved around her like a phantom. His warm fingers trailed her back. Then his damp breath brushed her lips in a ghostly kiss. The scent of him surrounded her and she drank in the heady aroma. She groaned, pulling against the restraints with every swish of the flogger. She loved the delicious sting of the ribbons across her flesh. The alternating slaps from Fane's large hand sent pulses straight to her pussy. With each slap, Fane moved closer, and her nose caught the arousing scent of the man's leather pants. Alone in her world of darkness, each tantalizing stroke from her dom brought a wealth of intense pleasure . . . she wanted so much more. "Your skin carries my marks well, slave." Fane trailed the flogger between Tamara's thighs. "I think you require extra punishment for not trusting your dom."
Tamara caught her breath. "I'm sorry, master."
Six sharp slaps cut across her thighs. The incredible surprise made her gasp out Fane's name.
"Yes, I know what you need . . . you must learn to trust me."
To her delight, Fane's large hands soothed the pain, then his rough fingers slipped between her folds to caress her clit in frustratingly slow circles. She pushed against his hand, willing him to allow her to climax. "Please, master."
"I've not finished with you yet, slave."
Her bottom tingled with pleasure-pain. He was a master with a flogger, knew just how to take her to the brink of climax, and then back off, inflicting such exquisite torment. Breathless, Tamara lay panting, waiting for more.
"Open your mouth."
Complying, Tamara sighed and took Fane's shaft deep in her mouth. He tasted like heaven, and she swirled her tongue around his length, drawing him deeper inside.
She heard him gasp and lavished his length with attention, using lips, teeth, and tongue. She loved the taste of him, the velvet slide across her lips, the heavy thickness thrusting down her throat. Inhaling his rich, musky fragrance, she sucked and teased the helmet and licked across the slit, savoring his flavor. She cried out in protest the moment he withdrew.
"Now taste this one."
This cock was thicker, silk over steel. Tamara ran her teeth down his length. How she wished she could fit both cocks in her mouth at once. She sucked hard, taking him deep. Fane's long fingers twined in her hair; his breath became ragged. She struggled against her bindings, her need to touch him driving her insane with lust.
* * * * *
Oh—my—God. Fane dismissed the idea of allowing his AI to manage his sex drive. He drew a deep breath to gain control over his aching sac. Fuck, she was so damn good at this; one more flick of her tongue and he would be in paradise. Withdrawing from Tamara's mouth, he moved to the end of the bench. He smiled. The bench was the perfect height for fucking. Bending, he kissed a path down her back, and then licked circles on both rosy ass cheeks. He would take her in a double penetration and make his dreams a reality. Resting the heads of his twin cocks against her moist entrances he pressed against her. "Do you want me to fuck you?"
* * * * *
Tamara gasped. "I want you to fuck my brains out . . . master." She lifted her hips and mewed in frustration. Fane, the bastard, tormented her with his twin cocks, pressing and withdrawing without penetration. "Please . . . master."
"Are you mine, Tamara?"
What had he said? In her own private darkness, Tamara stopped struggling and listened intently. Fane continued to press and withdraw his magnificent cocks, driving her to madness.
"Do you love me, babe?" Fane whispered. "Tell me."
With a sigh, Tamara nodded. "Yes . . . I love you."
The next second, her body exploded in lightening strikes of awareness. Pain turned quickly into surges of incredible pleasure. So full, so hot, Fane stretched her to the limit. Tamara sobbed out his name. Fane's double penetration filled her body with skyrocketing sensation. His warm hands cupped her hips while he drove into her in an endless ride of erotic delight. With each stroke of his hard cocks, her nipples dragged gloriously across the bench. The smell of leather,
of Fane, gave her the ultimate high.
Fire licked up her legs, curled in her belly, and shattered in a starburst. He came with her, filling her with exquisite, liquid fire. Emotion welled up and she cried, tears of joy spilling down her cheeks onto the bench. Then he was there, untying her hands, removing the blindfold, and gathering her into his arms. His ardent kiss demanded and soothed. He kissed her neck and then closed his wet mouth over her breast to suckle oh so gently on her nipple. She opened her eyes and gazed into Fane's stunning blue orbs.
"Wow."
"I love you Tamara Bright." Fane gave her a slow smile. "I want you in my life."
Tamara's eyes stung with tears. "Really?"
"Ah huh." Fane licked the tears from her cheeks. "I'm here to stay . . . we all are . .
. we own Whips and plan to make Earth our home." He rested his forehead on Tamara's and gazed into her eyes. "You know what I am . . . will you have me . . . a crazy son-of-a-bitch dom with twin cocks?"
Tamara flung her arms around his neck and pressed kisses all over his face. She met his gaze. "Yes . . . master . . . I think I will."
~The End~
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