Don't Come

by Jessica Gadziala

  "Got a feeling," he said as the Dom kneeled down next to the giant X. He was right too, because a second later, he grabbed hold of the ankle of his sub, and spun the entire damn thing upside down.

  "Whoa," whooshed out of me as I watched her whole body go upside down, her hair hanging down to brush on the floor, her toes pointed to the ceiling.

  "Forgot Corey made adjustments to that thing," Nathaniel murmured above my head, giving me a squeeze. He pulled me with him, pressing me into a corner of the room away from everyone else as the Dom moved back to the table.

  Then I heard it.

  A buzzing that could only be one thing.

  Then he turned back, and I saw it.

  Not the discreet little panty vibe or a bullet.

  Oh, no.

  This was the holy mother of all vibrators, the head of it bigger than a fist curled around, the vibrations loud enough to hear them clear across the room.

  "Oh," my air whooshed out of me when the Dom moved forward and pressed it between his subs spread legs, making her let out a long, low moan.

  I didn't think it would turn me on. Not this. The paddling and flogging and spanking, sure. But not this. Another woman getting a vibrator used on her.

  "Figured this would be new for you," Nathaniel said, giving me a squeeze, his lips almost on the top of my hair as he spoke. The vibration picked up, the woman whimpering at the new sensation, making my sex clench in need as I curved myself further into Nathaniel, my head resting on his chest. When my head tilted up, I found he wasn't watching the scene. No. He was watching me. "Breathe," he reminded me, voice low. "When we get out of here, I will take care of you," he promised, making my belly go even more liquid.

  We stayed all through it, as he brought her close and denied her over and over before he finally let her come, crying out almost painfully as she did.

  "Think you can handle another?" Nathaniel asked, sounding amused, making me realize I was pretty much plastered to him, my legs feeling just the teeniest bit unstable after watching that.

  "Maybe," I told him, making him let out a low chuckle.

  "Let's go see if anyone has anything interesting going on," he invited, pulling me with him as we went out of one room and into another, which he turned us immediately out of, finding a trio of Doms around one male sub. "That isn't going to be pretty," he informed me.

  "Why were there three Doms?"

  "Because that sub's Top is sharing him."

  Those words shocked through me. "Sharing?" I asked, stopping outside the next room, not wanting to go in because I wanted information first.

  "There are different levels of protocol in every different kind of relationship in a community. There is exclusivity and commitment like you saw with Ash. They're lifers. Then there is us, Dom and sub, in a somewhat low protocol. Evander and Molly have a slightly higher protocol. But only between the two of them. Evander doesn't share. But then there are some Masters who own their slaves, body included. And they decide what is done to them and by whom. There aren't safe words in every relationship. Some slaves give up all control."

  That was, well, completely and utterly terrifying. I couldn't imagine giving over the right to decide who did and did not touch me, to lose the right to refuse.

  That being said, I was sure there were countless women who would look at what I let Nathaniel do to me and say That's insane, so I was not one who could judge.

  "Okay," I said, giving him a nod.

  "These relationships are as varied as any other kind," he went on, shrugging. "You don't have to agree with or like them, but you do need to respect the choices these subs make for their own mental, emotional, and physical happiness."

  "Yeah, I get it," I agreed. "It freaks me out, but I get it."

  "Here," he said, peeking into the room before bringing me in. "I know this sub. The Dom is new to me. She won't let herself be shared, and while she gets off on pain, she draws the line at bleeding. Think she said she was like some kindergarten teacher or some shit. She can't have marks," he added, running his hand across my wrist.

  We moved into the room, finding it emptier than the last, maybe because nothing was currently happening. There was a giant, long wooden cage on the floor where the woman in question was on all fours, her head down with her chin up even though the Dom didn't appear to be in the room yet.

  If she was a school teacher, her nighttime alter ego was incredibly convincing with her short crop of medium brown hair, fishnets, thick-heeled leather boots, black panties, and matching bra. There was a play collar around her neck, the hoop waiting for a chain.

  "Here," Nathaniel said, leading me in toward where there was still an empty seat, pulling it a few feet away from the others, and dragging me down onto his lap after he sat. "This one might go on for a while," he explained when the Dom finally walked into the room, younger than it seemed he should have been, but I guess I was coming in with preconceived notions.

  The community, as a whole, was as varied as any. There was every body type from the almost skeletally thin, to the very large - men and women included. There were beautiful and average people. There were those decked out in leather, and those who looked like they were just dressed for a night on the town. And there was every age represented from this Dom who couldn't have been more than twenty-three or twenty-four to Miffy in her seventies.

  The Dom had on simple, somewhat tight black jeans and no shirt, a prominent tattoo covering his entire back, black and white depictions of what seemed to be wars, men and women in varying stages of torture or death. He walked casually past the cage, knocking his knuckles on the top of it twice, then moving away without watching, like he knew this sub was going to do exactly what he so silently demanded.

  Which she did.

  She crawled out of the cage, moving to get into position in front of it, much like Nathaniel had demanded of me.

  "Up," the Dom barked waving a hand to the flat top of the cage as he messed with something heavy and metal on the table. Up went his sub, settling back into position, her face serene, at peace, enjoying being controlled. I guess I understood that well. It was freeing. I wouldn't ever want it in front of a room of others, but with just me and Nathaniel? It was the most calm I had ever felt, to be in his hands.

  The Dom turned with his contraption.

  "Final Fantasy," Nathaniel explained to me. "Duel spreader bar."

  That made sense. There was one long piece of metal with two cuffs then one shorter row of metal above it with two cuffs. I watched, apt, but with a swimming stomach at her impending powerlessness, as the Dom moved behind her to fasten her ankles to the largest bar. "Wrists," he told her, and her shoulders squared, her chest jutted out, as her arms went back and down to be fastened to the smaller bar, making her back arch in an arc that looked painful. But she showed no outward signs of that as her Dom moved in front of her, making a growling, annoyed sound as he reached between her breasts to unfasten the clasp, making the cups spring to the side, and her breasts spill out.

  My eyes moved around the room, finding no noticeable reaction to her being bared, something that was somewhat hard to accept. Mostly naked women usually brought about a reaction in people - especially men. But everyone was still just casually watching.

  My focus went back to the Dom as he moved to the table, coming back with things in his hands that were too small to make out. Until his hand raised, and clipped the clamp to the woman's hardened nipple, flicking it hard with his finger after he applied it, the metal hoop hanging from the front as he moved to her other nipple to do the next.

  The sub let out a sigh, lost in her pain, in her submission to it.

  The Dom moved back to the table, coming toward her again, but his hands sliding downward. His body mostly blocking what he was doing, my gaze went to Nathaniel who was once again watching me, not the scene.

  "Labial clamps," he explained, smiling a little when my eyes went round.

  "Ow," I whispered, making his eyes go a little gooey.
r />   "That's the point. Watch, pet."

  I was pretty sure I was okay not watching a women get her labia clamped, but I turned back to the scene, finding the Dom already back at the table, two metal devices with hoops sneaking out of the sides of the woman's panties that were just barely covering her sex now.

  My body tensed, my breath slow and shallow as the Dom came back clipping a chain onto each of the woman's nipple clamps, then attaching that chain in the center to her... labial clamps. Ensuring that if she moved at all, they would pull and stab pain through her nipples and pussy.

  Nathaniel's hand squeezed my thigh as the Dom came back yet again, a bunch of small things cupped in his hand as he watched his sub keep perfect posture.

  Then his hand moved out, dropping something onto the hoop of each nipple clamp.

  "Weights," Nathaniel whispered in my ear.

  Weights.

  The sub hissed slightly, but stayed perfectly in place, eyes still closed. The Dom, it seemed, wanted her to move, wanted her pain. Because he added weights, listening to the sub whimper, watching her writhe slightly, but not break posture.

  She had to be hurting.

  Not just because of the weights pulling at her nipples. But because of the unforgiving wood beneath her knees, because of the way her back was pitilessly arched backward, because of the way her shoulders looked like they were shaking from holding them the way she had to.

  The Dom was on his last two weights, reaching out with both hands at once, dropping them onto the hoops.

  And that did it.

  That was all she could take.

  Her body jerked as much as the bars would allow, making the chains pull at her lips and her nipples simultaneously.

  She let out a cry, her legs starting to shake to match her shoulders. But her Dom had no pity as he stood back, silently watching as she struggled to get back into position, failing, whimpering, failing, crying out, failing, screaming out.

  My entire body was tense watching her whole frame shake, her skin get slick with sweat.

  The Dom moved forward, but kept his body angled so we could watch as his hands went between her legs, grabbed the clamps, and squeezed.

  "Please, please, please," the sub cried, shaking so hard I was starting to worry about her.

  "Please, what?" the Dom barked, giving her a tug on the clamps that made her shriek so hard that my entire body jerked hard for her, making both of Nathaniel's arms go around me, giving me a reassuring squeeze. When she stayed silent, he did another tug that made her positively scream into the room just a second before his fingers released and one slid between the clamps, pressing down on her clit through her panties, making the woman seem to shatter apart. Losing control of her posture, her moans were half pleasure and half pain as the clamps kept tugging as she came.

  "You okay?" Nathaniel asked as the Dom steadily worked pulling off all the clamps as the woman was racked with aftershocks, barely able to hold herself up. I gave him a nod as I watched the woman get freed, as the Dom moved to sit up on the cage, and drag her down onto his lap, whispering quietly to her as she clung to him after.

  "That was intense," I admitted, moving to stand quickly. "Come on," I whispered to him, pulling his hand until he stood. "It feels wrong to watch this part," I told him as I pulled him with me to the door.

  "Wrong?" he asked as soon as we were out of the room, reaching to pull me back toward him, watching me as he waited for an answer.

  "I don't know," I said, shaking my head. "The scenes are, scenes, you know? But the aftercare... that isn't really about the Dom and the sub; it's about the man and the woman."

  He gave me a small nod. "I can see that, pet," he told me, reaching out to stroke my cheek, a contact I didn't realize I needed so badly from him - the softness. I hadn't gotten enough of it the night before.

  My eyes moved around the room, seeing several women casting what I could only call malicious looks our way. "Why does everyone seem to have a problem with me?" I asked, point-blank, because I was starting to be genuinely bothered by it. "What am I doing so wrong?"

  "What?" he asked, looking genuinely confused, snagging my chin, drawing me closer. "What are you talking about? Evander?"

  "No. He was just an asshole, remember?" I asked, smiling a little, and his lips twitched in response. "It's not the Doms. I think it is my fellow... subs. Is it the collar? Was it expensive?" I asked. "I mean... that is not necessary. None of this," I said, waving down at my body as a whole, "is necessary."

  "It's not about the money," he corrected, shaking his head. "But while we're on the topic. When it comes to gifts, whatever I decide to give you is necessary. Whether you think so or not. I want you to have them, and therefore it is necessary."

  "It's nice," I said, smiling a little. "But I don't need you to spend money on me. I have been paranoid all night about losing one of these earrings."

  "No," he agreed, nodding. "I don't need to spend money on you. But I choose to. So you can just accept it. If you lose an earring, I'll replace it."

  "That's not..." I sighed, shaking my head. "We're getting off-topic."

  "What was the topic again?" he asked, feigning ignorance, making me immediately suspicious.

  "Why do the other subs seem to have an issue with me?"

  "They don't," he said immediately, shaking his head.

  "Ah, take a look around, Nathaniel, they do," I said, watching as his head jerked back ever so slightly at the sound of his name from my lips.

  "No, pet. It's not about you is my point. They don't have an issue with you per se."

  "I'm going to need more than that."

  "Look, like any community of somewhat like-minded mostly singles, there is always a system of... what?" he asked when I let out a small laugh.

  "You're saying that you're the catch who has been uncatchable. And they think I caught you."

  "Something like that," he agreed, shrugging it off.

  The problem being... I didn't catch him.

  He wasn't even on my hook.

  I only knew his name because others told me.

  I didn't know what he did, though it was kink-related if these were associates of his.

  He was very careful about making sure I knew what my place was in his life.

  Meaning a submissive.

  Who he played with.

  Who he fucked.

  Who he took care of after.

  But only for a short while.

  That was it.

  I was pretty sure if this game was fishing, then I was standing hip-deep in water without a freaking pole.

  "You want to get out of here?" he asked. "I really just needed to show my face. You got to see some scenes. If you want to go back to my place so I can take care of you..." he trailed off, reminding me what he meant. When he knew I was turned on during one of the scenes. He said he would take care of me later.

  And my body, well, it had a lot of ups and downs tonight. It was humming with the need for touch. His touch.

  "Okay," I agreed.

  TEN

  Adley

  The short ride back to his place was mostly silent. It would have been uncomfortably so except his hand was placed almost indecently high on my thigh, his fingers absentmindedly running up and down the space where they met, driving me to complete and utter distraction in just a matter of minutes.

  "Miss Adley, was your night out as pleasant as you hoped?" Richard greeted me, making Nathaniel's brows furrow slightly as his doorman greeted me like an old friend.

  "It was," I told him, smiling. "Very, ah, educating actually."

  "Well, it's always good to learn something new," he told me, looking confused at why I might be learning anything going somewhere dressed for drinking and dancing. "Mr. Domenech," he said to Nathaniel with a nod as he held the door open for us.

  "Get in position," he demanded as soon as we walked into the apartment, going toward the kitchen to pour himself a scotch.

  "Yes, sir," I agreed, a thrill in my
belly as I moved down the hall, my heels clicking as I went, feeling his eyes on me every step of the way.

  Once inside, I stripped out of my dress, pausing when I heard him in the hall because I felt it would be a huge waste if he didn't at least get to see me in the fancy underthings he got me for a minute before I peeled them off as well.

  He moved around me, and I could feel his eyes on me even as I kept my eyes on the ground, reaching to unclasp my bra, and letting it fall, then shimmying out of the panties so I could lower myself down to the floor by his feet in nothing but my fuck-me heels, earrings, and collar.

  Oh, the collar.

  We were supposed to talk about the collar, weren't we?

  It sounded important too.

  But I knew that now was simply not the time.

  I didn't get to question and demand things of him in this room when he had me naked and kneeling before him.

  "Tonight, I am going to get to own every last bit of you," he told me, making a thrill move through my belly... and lower.

  I didn't have to ask to know what he meant.

  There was only one part left of me that he hadn't claimed as his own.

  "You enjoyed the plug, didn't you, pet?" he asked, moving away from me. There was whooshing of clothes hitting the floor and the tinkering of something on his dresser.

  "Yes, sir," I admitted. There was no denying that. It had been a more psychological problem than a physical one for me - trying to come to terms with the idea of enjoying something in my ass, a place we had been programmed from a young age to view as unclean or gross. I had needed to take deep breaths, close my eyes, and get it over with when I inserted the plug.

  It hadn't hurt like I thought it might. But it was small, meant to be easy, I imagined. I had had Nathaniel's cock inside me, though, and there was nothing small or meant to be easy about him. The idea of his cock inside my ass was both hot and terrifying.

  But if there was anything I knew about him, it was that he knew what he was doing, that he was tuned into me the whole time we played, that he would ease me into it.

  I could hear him moving back toward me, could see his bare feet before me.