She’d sucked him off once they were upstairs, even though he’d wanted nothing more than to turn her over and pound her until they both came. Having her on her knees, still wearing the mask, with his dick in her mouth, had been incredibly satisfying. Seeing her here, obviously pondering her feelings without letting him in on what she was thinking, was disheartening.
“Answer me, please.”
“I shouldn’t have liked it,” she finally said. “Subs like to be spanked. Dommes don’t.”
“Nonsense. I know a Domme who makes her sub whip her ass regularly. She makes him do it downstairs, because she says it embarrasses him to punish his Mistress.”
“Exactly,” she said as she turned toward him. “She did it because she wanted to.”
Oliver cleared his throat as he carefully pondered his next words. “Tell me, Francesca, what you say to your subs. What happens to them is their choice, isn’t it?”
“Yes.”
“You could have said no at any time, yet you didn’t. You carried the sign, even though it disturbed you. You allowed the other Doms and their subs to play with your nipples, and when the time came, you took your spanking like the good little sub you are.”
“But I’m not a sub,” she yelled. “I’m a Domme.”
“You still think you have to be one or the other. There are some who manage to be both. If you’d allow it, you could do both. I saw it in you the first time I fucked you, all tied up, unable to move. You savored every thrust, and each one was submission.”
“Each one was sex,” she countered. “I came so hard because it had been so long since I’d had a cock in me.”
“You came so hard because you gave up control, because you allowed yourself to relax and give me control. You were relaxed; you didn’t have to worry about pleasing someone else. You let yourself be pleasured.”
Her eyes narrowed, and he waited for her to scream at him, but she didn’t. “You know it’s true, Francesca. There’s no reason why you can’t be yourself in the office, Mistress C with your subs, and missy with me.”
She snorted out a very unladylike laugh. “Shrinks would have a heyday with that, wouldn’t they?”
“No,” he shrugged, “I think they would be impressed that you allowed all of yourself to be free.”
“Will you fuck me, please?”
“Not right now.” He stood. “But I will take you back downstairs and give you another demonstration of your submissiveness.”
“Isn’t the club closed?”
“I know the owner.” Francesca’s giggle made him smile. It also made him hard. He helped her to stand, then he went to the table. The mask lay there, waiting to be used again.
“Do I need that?”
“There will be subs downstairs, cleaning equipment and setting things to right for tomorrow night. If you don’t care that they see you, then we’ll go without.”
He watched her consider her choices. “They’re very discreet, you know. If one of them lets out your secret, they will be fired, and the community will know why.”
“By then it will be too late,” she said. “The hard-hitting Mistress C, ball-breaking Domme and owner of Salacious, will be unmasked as a sub.”
“It’s your choice,” he said, a little disappointed when she walked toward the mask. One day, hopefully soon, she would admit to both sides of herself, and there would be no use for the mask.
Mr. Oliver’s place was still busy, but not with playtime. The subs were indeed cleaning, and they were laughing and joking. Francesca felt a little jealous at the easy way they joked with each other, pushing and calling names…that is until they saw their boss. Then they’d all taken the most usual of submissive positions, standing with their heads bowed, legs spread and hands clasped behind their backs.
“At ease,” he’d said as they neared the place where she’d been spanked so beautifully. “Playtoy, will you take missy to the doctor’s table and bind her, please. Keep it warm.”
“Yes, Mr. Oliver,” the tall sub replied. She nodded at Francesca, who pondered Mr. Oliver’s last command as she fell into step behind the sub. Francesca knew this sub. In fact, Francesca had watched her brother top the sub quite a few times before he and Saffron had become an item.
It was Francis who had given her the name playtoy, one that stuck with her no matter which Dom/Domme she submitted to. He’d told Francesca he’d named her because of her need to submit to different people. “She likes to be a toy,” he’d said. “Pin her down and she’s a very unhappy sub.”
Playtoy led Francesca to a room on the second floor. Once inside, she thought about turning and running. There was an examination table in the center of the room, complete with stirrups to bind and spread a sub’s legs. At the sides there were extensions to bind her arms. The surface looked very cold, and she wasn’t at all sure she wanted to feel the cold steel against her back.
She reminded herself she’d signed a contract, that she was, for all intents and purposes, Mr. Oliver’s property for the weekend. Besides, if she refused it would make him look bad in front of his employees. She watched playtoy go to the wall and turn a knob.
“The surface can be heated,” she said. “Different temperatures can be used during scenes, to torture subs. Please lie down so that I may complete Mr. Oliver’s command.”
The table was cold when Francesca put her butt on it, but she could feel heat building under her. She lay down, following playtoy’s instructions to put her feet in the stirrups. The steel under her warmed beautifully while the sub bound her legs and arms, spreading the extensions so that her legs were spread wide.
“Excellent.” Mr. Oliver’s voice shocked her. She hadn’t heard him come inside. “Now, blindfold her.” Francesca thought about balking, but she knew that, with the mask, any blindfold would be partially ineffective, as it couldn’t lay flat against her skin.
When playtoy blocked her sight, however, she realized she been thinking too literally. She’d thought a blindfold had to be placed right over her eyes, that the mask would keep it from being effective. She was wrong. The sub smiled down on her as she placed a long, dark strip of cloth over her eyes. Francesca couldn’t see where she secured the ends, but somehow the sub did, and when she pulled the edge down almost to Francesca’s nose, darkness reigned.
The edge of fear crept into her mind, moving deeper and deeper as she struggled against her bindings. She didn’t like not being able to see, and she said as much.
In response, Mr. Oliver’s blunt, “Gag her,” made her protest even more.
“No! Untie me, untie…” she didn’t get out the last word as playtoy placed a ball gag in her mouth. It took her a few moments to slip the elastic behind Francesca’s head, but the sub managed it. Francesca continued to squirm, screaming against the gag.
Was he standing there, watching her? No one was touching her, and the world seemed to spin at the loss of her senses. She wanted to scream; she wanted to see if anyone was there. Had playtoy left the room? Had Mr. Oliver left, too? Was she here by herself, and if she was, how long would he leave her alone to contemplate her situation?
Or was that his purpose, to keep her in place, with no sight to distract her and no way to voice her opinion? That would give her time to do not much more than think. She’d been doing that upstairs, and doing a damn fine job of it, thank you very much. She hadn’t come to any conclusions, except for the fact that, as a Domme, she sure enjoyed the hell out of submitting.
Carrying the sign had been embarrassing, but the spanking was exhilarating. Maybe she could talk him into a “friends with benefits” type of relationship. Every once in a while she’d call him and say, “Come spank me and fuck me.” That would keep the both of them happy, wouldn’t it? It would sure keep her happy.
It was probably a good thing she was gagged, because if she weren’t, she would be making that suggestion right now. The problem was she wasn’t sure of his reaction. After he realized she wasn’t a true sub, that this weekend would be a
success only in the sexual area, maybe then he’d accept her idea. Yeah, that was the ticket. She’d tell him on Sunday what she thought they should do.
After what seemed a lifetime, she struggled against her bonds. In response, someone started to tickle her with what felt like a feather, running it over her breasts, down her stomach to her pussy and back up. They twirled it on circles on her skin before moving it up and down in lines, the touch soft and teasing.
Oh yes, she could get used to this. She loved it almost as much as she loved the spanking earlier. The unknown object continued to tease her, and then suddenly there were two of them, and then three, and finally, Mr. Oliver’s hot breath tickled her shoulder.
“Do you know what a kingdom is, missy? Of course, you can’t answer, so I’ll give one for you. It’s a place where someone reigns. Sometimes it’s one realm, sometimes two, sometimes three or four joined together where one king, or queen, has dominion.”
What the fuck was he talking about? The gag prevented her from saying, “Screw the lesson, just fuck me!”
Someone rubbed what she’d decided was a feather over her pussy. She undulated her hips in an effort to increase the friction.
“Kingdoms are not only land, but they are people. You have dominion over yourself, in other words, your kingdom, but it has several realms in it, things that make you…you.”
Francesca groaned against the gag as someone, she figured playtoy, started to work a thick dildo into her pussy.
So good, she screamed in her mind, harder, deeper, fuck me with it!
“You have the businesswoman, Francesca, and you have the Domme, Mistress C, but you also have missy, a submissive side where you need to surrender control, to allow yourself to just…be.”
No, no, not three realms, just…oh fuck yes, screw it in there. She thrust out her hips, encouraging playtoy to fuck her faster with the cock. It was hard to concentrate on what he was saying when pleasure rolled through her the way it was.
“By the time I’m done with you this weekend, you’re going to beg me to be the king of your kingdom, and the only price will be the privilege of standing in the corner of my dungeon with your ass freshly fucked.”
He moved away from her and the dildo continued to slide in and out of her wetness.
“Thank you, ladies, that will be all. Leave us.”
The dildo was firmly inside her as she listened to feet shuffling out of the room. She heard something tear, and she imagined him putting a condom on his hard cock.
Excitement surged through her as she realized he was going to fuck her. Rough fingers twisted and plucked at her nipples. Her body seemed to rebel, almost as if it had been used too much that evening. He continued to toy with her, though, twisting, turning, pulling, until she moaned against the gag.
“It’s just the two of us now, so I’m going to take the mask off.” He worked it off gently, the blindfold falling back in place as the mask left. The material felt soft against her skin. She waited for him to remove the material so she could see, remove the gag so she could speak, but he did neither. She could hear him move toward her lower region, and her mind cried out in expectation.
She used her inside muscles to push the dildo out of her pussy. Her efforts earned her a sharp slap to each thigh.
“Did I tell you to do that?” She shook her head. “You should know better.”
He slid it in deeper, and Francesca moaned against the gag as he pushed the head of his cock against her anus. With one sure stroke, he was inside her, or rather the tip of him was. Despite the lubricant, the burn rushed through her, making her close her eyes in an effort to concentrate on relaxing, opening up for him. It had been quite some time since she’d taken a cock this way, but she wanted it, very badly.
He worked his cock into her ass slowly, very surely. It was as if he were teasing her, knowing she wanted it all, but giving it to her leisurely. Francesca lay still, letting him take her fully. The urge to tell him to hurry up was strong, but if she did, he might stop completely, so she took his measured pace, even though she thought it might drive her insane with need.
When she felt his body flush against hers, she knew he was fully inside her. And then the cock in her pussy started to vibrate, and he started to move. Heady sensations flooded her as he fucked her, faster and faster, the cock in her pussy hitting that sweet spot inside her, taking her close to the edge before moving away as it slid around in time with the flesh and bone dick in her ass.
He fucked her hard, varying his thrusts, sometimes long, sometimes short, sometimes fast, sometimes slow. When he finally did nothing but pound her harder and harder, Francesca felt as if she would come, even if he hadn’t given her permission. She didn’t care about that, she just wanted to soar.
But she held back, waiting until he told her she could, knowing it was what was expected of missy. When he groaned loudly, she felt his cock pulsing in her tightness.
“Fuck,” he whispered as he slipped out of her. He pulled the vibrator out, and Francesca was left alone, in need, with no pressure to help provide her with climax, and no way to scream at him to put her out of her misery.
She heard him moving around the room, heard water running from a tap.
Come back here, damn you! What the hell was happening? Why had he left her hanging?
Francesca could feel his presence when he came back. He gently caressed her belly. “You did beautifully, missy, holding back your orgasm, and for that you get a reward.”
He moved his hand down her body as he walked between her legs. He gently spread her lips, and his tongue teased her swollen clit. Her muffled moans filled the room as he slowly, teasingly, ran his tongue up and down her swollen folds.
After a few moments of utter bliss, he murmured, “Come for me, missy, come for the man who owns you.”
His words barely registered as he put the slightest pressure on her clit. Her orgasm started, stopping immediately when he released his fingers.
Then, she screamed against the gag as he placed a clamp on her clit, the pain hard, painful…exquisite. He pulled on it as wave after wave of pleasure rocked her body. Stars exploded in her head as she came, not once, but twice, in quick succession as he released the clamp, replaced it, and released it again.
It was unlike anything she’d ever experienced, and left her body quaking in exhaustion. She lay still as he released her bonds, taking the blindfold off, leaving the gag for last. Francesca worked her jaw, swallowing several times to try and get the dryness out of her mouth.
“Corner,” he said as she sat up. Her legs were like jelly as she tried to stand. She slumped back against the table. “I said corner, now.”
It took what seemed like forever to obey him. She started, and stopped, and started again as she walked, her knees threatening to give out from under her. When she was finally in the corner, she slumped against the wall, letting it support her.
“In your proper place,” he said as he came up behind her. “You may not realize it yet, Francesca, but you’re mine, all of you, your entire kingdom. We were meant to be together, and we will be, forever.”
“No,” she said, her voice low from misuse. “Friends with benefits.”
“Never,” he replied, kissing her temple. “I’ll have you all, or none of you. That’s the only way it will be.”
Francesca was too tired to argue.
Chapter Seven
“Thank you.” Francesca accepted a menu from the hostess, before she glanced across the table at Mr. Oliver. Today had been surprisingly low key, something she hadn’t expected. Instead of lots of sex, which she’d expected, there had been a great deal of submission, without sex.
He’d fed her breakfast and lunch, with her hands tied behind her back. Even though she knew it was a common BDSM practice for those who lived the lifestyle fulltime, the feelings that came out of it surprised her. She’d expected to feel belittled, like a child who couldn’t take care of herself. Instead she’d felt a sense of caring, as if he were seei
ng to her every need, wanting to provide her with the sustenance to carry her through the day.
It wasn’t an emotion she was thrilled with, and she’d managed to push it aside the rest of the day. It didn’t help that, while he fed her, he talked about his childhood in Scotland, giving her an idea of what it had been like. She’d loved listening to him talk about climbing hills and learning to fish with his grandfather. In return she’d opened up to him about her childhood, about how her parents had been loving, but firm, and how that attitude had produced not one, but two Doms in the family.
They’d laughed and joked and traded stories about their early experiences as Doms. After the midday meal, he’d had her kneel by his desk while he worked, the mask fully in place since his office was in the club and not in his apartment.
Several Doms had come in to talk to him that afternoon, but she hadn’t been introduced to any of them, or even acknowledged. It was almost as if she’d been part of the furniture. Of course, she supposed that, technically, that’s what she had been. He’d placed a silver tray in her hands, on which he rested a glass of water and a jar of peanuts.
If the tray wavered when he took either object from her, he’d shaken his head and made a note on a piece of paper next to him. He’d not explained what he was doing, and she hadn’t asked. It would be revealed to her at some point, she knew. She’d spent forty-five minutes of every hour on her knees, and then fifteen-minutes in the corner.
And, of course, she’d been naked. That didn’t bother her, though. It never had. While her body might be larger than what society deemed acceptable, she’d never once been ashamed of it.
The afternoon had been oddly comfortable, and it wasn’t a feeling she was happy about. She could see herself spending time with him, doing this on afternoons when she should be at work. That thought troubled her because it meant she was bonding with him, feeling comfortable and wanting more when she should remember this was only for the weekend. She’d only done it for the sex, and what fantastic sex it had been.
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