by Tabatha Kiss
He scolds me with soft, warm eyes. “You want to come, too,” he says. “Don’t you?”
I nod my head. “Yes, please,” I say.
Clive slides off the bed and kneels on the floor. With both hands, he takes hold of my knees and yanks me along, positioning me on the edge of the mattress in front of him.
His eyes look up at me, fueling my trembling need, as he purses his lips against my inner thigh. “Is this what you want?” he asks, his breath tingling my skin.
“Yes,” I moan.
He guides my legs straight up into the air and kisses the back of my knees. “I don’t think you want it badly enough,” he says, peeking at me.
“I do.”
“Then, why aren’t you begging?”
I quiver as his tongue draws a line down my right leg, continuing all the way along my exposed crack. “Please, Mr. Snow,” I beg. “Make me come.”
His tongue brushes my anus, making my ankles jerk in the air. He holds my legs in place and flicks me again.
“Yes,” I moan. “More, please.”
Clive spreads my knees and gently settles my legs up over his shoulders. As my rear shifts down, he keeps his tongue on me, slowly licking upward to my dripping slit.
“I want that ass, Ms. Payne.”
I nod, wanting him to take it. “Yes...”
“Are you going to give it to me?”
He taps my clit with his tongue and I shudder with pleasure.
“Yes,” I answer.
“Good girl.” He laps at me, bringing me so close to the edge I grow tense in anticipation. “Will I be the first?” he asks.
I hesitate. “No.”
Clive withdraws his lips and I ache with regret. “What was that?”
“No, Mr. Snow,” I say, breathing hard. “You won’t be the first.”
“How many other men have been in your ass?” he asks, staring up at me with dark, intense eyes.
“Two,” I answer truthfully.
He forces my knees together again. “Legs up,” he says, drawing my ankles into the air. “Don’t move.”
I hold them there as he stands up off the floor. He stares down at me with hard, unblinking eyes as he pulls his belt from of his belt loops.
“Two men,” he says, folding the belt in half. “Two lashes.”
I shiver in place, rocked to the core but still intrigued. “I’m sorry—”
“It’s too late for sorry. Don’t move.”
He grips my ankles with his left hand, easily holding them together with his strong fingers.
I look into his eyes. So wild and intense, unlike anything I’ve seen in him before. He’s displeased, that’s for sure, and that’s my fault.
My tongue twitches for the safe word but I bite it instead. The heat building on my skin screams even louder. I’m still throbbing for release and I know the only way to get it is through this. I want to know where this leads. I want to know how it feels to be truly punished.
Clive raises the belt over his head. His eyes shift to look at me for a brief second before he takes aim at my lifted ass.
The belt descends, slapping my skin with a quick, smooth whip.
“Ah!” I cry out, arching my back in pain.
“One,” he counts.
I dig my nails into the bed, riding out the red fire shooting up to my knees. It hurt. Really hurt. But part of me doesn’t care. Part of me knows that it’s halfway over. One more and he’ll forgive me. One more and he’ll be satisfied. One more… and he’ll give me pleasure.
Clive hits me again, this one faster and more biting than the first one. I don’t cry out this time. I grit my teeth and hold my breath, letting the discomfort ride through me.
“Two,” he says, dropping the belt to the floor.
I open my mouth, letting my breath out through my trembling lips. A warm tear creeps out of the corner of my closed eye, sparking a sense of bliss deep within my chest.
“Nora.”
Clive’s hand touches my cheek, prompting my eyes to open. He stares at me the same wild intensity as before, but the opposite emotion. Kind and gentle. Sympathetic comfort. He thinks he’s gone too far but I’ve never felt more relaxed in my life.
I smile. “Yes, Mr. Snow?”
He smiles back and leans down to kiss me. I meet his lips and cup his face to reassure him that I’m still here. I’m still his.
“Please,” I whisper again. “Make me come.”
One more kiss and he lowers down to the floor again, taking my fatigued legs along with him. His face slips out of sight and he leaves gentle kisses up my thighs again before burying his face in my pussy.
I gasp and laugh, fawning over his impressive tongue. It burrows in me, lapping and sucking and fucking until he feels my legs twitching around his shoulders.
“Fuck,” I moan, biting my lip.
Clive looks up, his eyes smiling and nose wet. He reaches up and swipes my belly, coating his fingertip with semen. “Open. No swearing,” he scolds.
I open my mouth and he slides his finger inside, making me suck it. He latches his lips on my clit and gives it a long, slow suck. I gnaw on his knuckles to try and keep myself together but the pressure inside is just too much.
I come hard on his face, my knees pushing up his shoulders and slipping upward to lock around his head. He doesn’t release my clit. It’s almost if he refuses to. He continues his fierce, flicking assault on me as I squirm and shift on the bed.
I slap his forehead, giggling like mad. “Stop! Stop, stop, stop.”
Clive releases me with a wide, happy smile. “Yes, Ms. Payne,” he says, licking and wiping his mouth.
I breathe hard at the ceiling, unable to move.
He stands up and towers over me as he quickly secures his belt. “Are you all right?” he asks.
I give him a thumbs-up. “Yeah, I’m good. Think I’ll just… rest my eyes a little…”
“Aren’t you late for brunch?”
My eyes snap open. “Ah, crap.”
Clive laughs and extends his hand. “Come on.”
I take it and he helps me up. I wobble a bit on my quivering legs, feeling a rush of blood to… well, everywhere.
He cups my face and draws me closer for one smooth kiss. “Guess I’ll see you at the office tomorrow morning,” he says.
“Right.” I take a breath, filling my lungs with him. “Tomorrow.”
We kiss again. His hands slide from my face to my shoulders, pushing my shirt down my arms.
I chuckle. “I thought you were leaving…”
“I am,” he says. “This is my shirt.”
“Oh!” I roll my eyes and hand it to him. “Sorry.”
He takes a step back and throws it on as I head toward the closet for my robe. “But before I go…”
“Yeah?”
“Was there anything about last night you want to talk about?” he asks as he buttons his shirt.
I think back, getting lost in the memories for a moment. “No,” I answer, smiling. “Last night was perfect, Mr. Snow.”
Clive nods. “I agree, Ms. Payne.”
Twenty-Three
Nora
I round the corner and our usual table comes into view. Trix and Melanie are already here — as they probably showed up on time.
Melanie spots me and throws up her hands. “And just where have you been, young lady?”
“Sorry,” I say, sliding my jacket off. “I got a little... held down.”
I sit a little too fast and my sore cheeks twinge. At least the chairs are padded.
Trix sighs. “Well, now that you’re here, let me tell you about this motherfucking prosecutor trying to put my dad in prison.”
A mimosa drops down in front of me and I glance up into the youthful eyes of our usual server. I flash him a wink in thanks and his lips twitch before he takes off once again.
I reach for the glass, shifting my attention back to Trix as I take a sip.
“Lance Tyler,” she says, squinting.
“What the fuck kind of name is that?”
“Very American,” I answer.
“Yeah, well, he and this Max Monahan guy can suck my ass because...”
I glance at Melanie and I realize she’s been staring at me since I sat down. Or, more specifically, at my neck.
“What?” I ask her.
She points at me. “What’s that about?” she asks, talking over Trix.
I shrug. “What’s what about?”
Trix goes quiet.
“The choker,” Melanie says, leaning in. “You’re wearing a choker. In 2017.”
My hand snaps to my neck. Fuck. I forgot I was still wearing it.
“Uh…” I shift in my chair. “It’s an old necklace. I found it in my closet. Thought it looked cute…”
Melanie shakes her head with suspicion. “You went back to Judy’s, didn’t you?” she asks.
I drop my jaw. “No! I didn’t.”
Her palm slams on the table. “You went back and you found yourself a Big Daddy Dom, didn’t you?! You’re collared!”
My throat clenches. Fuck me and my stunning inability to lie.
“Nongh itz...” I sigh. “Yes. Fine. I went back. But it’s not what you think!”
Trix gasps at me. “You little slut!”
“Oh, be careful now,” Melanie says, grinning. “She might like that.”
“Stop it!” I glance around, hoping the sudden outburst didn’t draw eyes to our table. “It’s really not what you think,” I say again.
“Who is it?” Melanie sits back with crossed arms, looking smug. “I want names.”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Because… you probably don’t even know him.”
She shrugs. “Try me.”
I sigh. “Clive. His name is—”
“Clive?” she repeats. “Clive Snow?”
“… Yes.”
“The bouncer, right?”
I pause. “Yeah… you know him?”
She laughs. “I interviewed him.”
My eyes widen. “For what?”
“I love to pick apart the staff at Judy’s,” she explains. “Those people have the best stories. I get some good, filthy material from them for my books.”
Trix grins. “Do you still have your notes on this Clive Snow?” she asks with devious eyes.
Melanie snatches her phone off the table. “Oh, I’m sure I do.”
“Guys, come on…” I say. “Can we not make such a big deal out of this, please?”
She turns her wrist, presenting the speaker forward.
“First question,” her voice begins from a recording. “What’s your favorite masturbatory fantasy?”
A man laughs, instantly making the hairs stand up on my neck. That’s definitely Clive.
“Wow, you really jump in there, don’t you?” he asks.
Trix visibly shivers. “Well, hello, Mr. Sexy Voice Man.”
Melanie nods. Repeatedly.
“It’s my favorite ice-breaker,” she says. “Trust me, we’ll get to favorite colors in a minute.”
“Okay…” He chuckles. “My favorite masturbatory fantasy…?”
“Yeah, the one that makes you instantly come. I’m talking buckets here.”
I glare at Melanie but her smirk never fades.
“Oh, that’s an easy one,” he says.
My cheeks burn. “Maybe we shouldn’t listen to this,” I say.
Trix snaps her fingers at me. “Shush.”
Clive continues and I can almost hear the smile in his voice. “It’s a woman lying on the edge of a bed, on her back with her head just barely tilted over the side.”
“Naked?” Melanie asks.
“Definitely — or in some really nice lingerie. So, she’s lying there, head back, eyes open, looking right at me, and she begs me to come on her face.”
They both silently turn to me. I sit back.
“Oh, that’s a good one!” Melanie says.
“I certainly like to think so,” he says, awkwardly laughing.
“Do you ever get the chance to do it for real?”
He hesitates. “Ehh... not really.”
Trix nudges my arm. “Have you guys done it?”
“No!” I bite my cheek. “Melanie, come on. Turn it off.”
Melanie raises a sinister brow. “Don’t you want to know how to please your new Daddy?”
“He’s not my Daddy!” I lower my voice, blushing hard. “We don’t play like that.”
“Oh, but you do play.”
Trix squints at me. “I thought you looked different…”
I close my eyes, blocking their teases out, and my ears naturally focus on his voice coming from the phone instead.
“I don’t want to say exactly what drew me to Red Brick, if that’s okay,” he says. “The now hiring sign was particularly appealing, I’ll admit that much.”
“Had you ever been here before that?” Melanie asks.
“A little, yeah.”
“How often do you pick up girls and take them home with you?”
“Never.”
“Never?”
“My place isn’t very big at the moment,” he says. “Three seats and a steering wheel. Lots of trunk space, though.”
I open my eyes. “Wait, turn it up.”
Melanie frowns. “Oh, I forgot about this...”
“Hard times, huh?” she asks him.
“You can say that.”
Trix leans forward. “Did Daddy just say he lives out of his car?”
My heart stops. “He’s homeless?” I ask.
“Yeah...” Melanie taps the recording off. “We’ll just… put that away now.”
“No, wait.” I reach out. “I want to hear that.”
“This was like half a year ago,” she says. “He’s probably picked himself up by now. I mean, you’ve been to his place, right?”
I sit back. “No, I haven’t.”
I picture him this morning, walking around my condo with wide eyes. I thought he was just reacting how everyone reacts to a place on Michigan Avenue — but maybe last night was the first time in a long time he’s actually slept in a bed.
Melanie snaps her fingers at me. “Stop that.”
“Stop what?” I blink.
“You’re over-thinking,” she says. “You’re flashing back and over-analyzing every little moment together, aren’t you?”
“No, I’m not,” I say quickly.
He works three jobs but doesn’t have a cell phone.
“Nora.”
He wears the same outfit to work every single day.
“Nora.”
“Oh, my god.” I cover my mouth. “I’m fucking a homeless guy.”
Melanie twists in her chair and grabs my hands. “Nora, do you like him?” she asks.
“Yes,” I answer.
“Does he treat you well?”
“Yeah. Very well.”
“Does he smell like a dumpster?”
“No. God, no.”
“Then, who cares?” She squeezes my fingers. “Shit happens. That doesn’t make him a bad person.”
Trix frowns. “Has he been to your condo?” she asks me.
I swallow. “Yes.”
“You should do an inventory when you get back.” She picks up her drink. “Just sayin’...”
Melanie scoffs. “Poor doesn’t equal thief, Trix.”
“Hey, Aladdin lived out of a hole in the wall and was hot as fuck. Dude still stole some bread.”
I fall forward, groaning to myself as I smack my forehead on the table.
Melanie nudges my shoulder. “Nora, this is not a big deal. Okay? And it’s not the type of thing you can just drop into a conversation either — especially not with somebody like Nora Payne, if you know what I mean. Also, you love helping the less fortunate, right?”
I raise my head a few inches. “Yeah, I do. I do like to do that.”
“Just think of this as a charitable cause,” she says. “You’re
helping a man find solace in a cruel and horrible world.”
Trix cringes. “With her vagina, though?”
Melanie fires her a glare before turning back to me. “And he’s helping you with your new sexual awakening. You look better right now than you have in weeks.”
“I do?” My voice squeaks.
Trix reluctantly nods. “Yeah, you do.”
Melanie pokes my cheek. “So, there you go. No harm done. World not over. And you look cute as fuck in a choker.”
I sit back in my chair as another round of mimosas appear on the table and the server’s shadow disappears behind me.
“You’re right,” I say. “Who cares if he’s homeless?”
Trix briefly raises her hand but Melanie forces it back down.
“He’s clean,” I continue. “And gorgeous and funny. And he likes me. And I like him. And yeah, it’s a little awkward since he’s my employee, but—”
“Whoa, what?” Melanie says over me. “Employee? What is this?”
“He works at Black Book. Did I not mention that?”
“Uh... no. What does he do?”
“He’s...” I pause, thinking twice about telling them but it’s too late now. “He’s my new, hot temp.”
Trix blinks twice. “You’re fucking your homeless, Daddy Dom employee?”
“Yeah.” Melanie frowns. “I might have to change my vote here…”
“What? Why?” I ask. “Two seconds ago you were all for it.”
“Nora, you cannot bang a guy on your payroll,” she scolds.
“Oh, come on. No one cares about that kind of thing anymore,” I argue. “Our personal relationship doesn’t even touch our work relationship. I barely even see him throughout the day and as soon as Ira comes back, he’ll be gone anyway.”
“So, there’s been no hidden, lingering glances?” she asks. “No private chats or secret messages? Promises of post-work hook-ups?”
I hesitate. “... No?”
Melanie sighs and reaches for her phone.
“Nora,” Trix says, “how long have you really thought about this and all the ways it could possibly go wrong?”
I stare across the restaurant, my mind hung in a state of temporary blankness.
Shit, they’re right. I haven’t thought about this enough. I’ve only considered how good he made me feel.
Trix snatches Melanie’s phone away from her. “No,” she snaps.
