She matched him move for move during this well-practiced tradition that always began their times together. It was his actions later in the evening that would surprise her. Each time was different from all the others. Sometimes he used toys. Sometimes he tied her up. Some nights he used only those physical attributes God had blessed him with. Each time was an adventure that left her satisfied and relaxed for days afterward.
In response to his kiss, her clit tingled, her pussy swelled, and her juices overflowed to dampen her upper thighs. Tightening her hold around his waist, she relaxed more fully into his embrace. She took a deep breath and shivered as his scent filled her lungs. Laundry detergent, spicy cologne, and the scent of man himself, a blend she would forever and always associate with Master Chaz. The only man in her life who could make her giggle like a teenager while feeling like the sexiest woman on Earth.
His tongue dueled with hers, always remaining in charge of the kiss. Her brain turned to mush while white-hot sparks of need surged through her bloodstream.
God, she had missed him.
As he took the kiss even deeper, one palm smoothed down her spine to rub over her ass cheeks, pressing them into him so she felt his impressive erection. She moaned softly into his open mouth. She stiffened slightly when she felt him slowly slide her dress up her back. She had yet to say no to anything he suggested, but to be exposed in the uncollared submissives’ area shoved her out of mindless arousal he so easily filled her with.
“Shhh,” he murmured against her lips. “Relax and enjoy.”
Before she could think of a properly submissive argument, his other hand slid down her back as well. Then cool air wafted across her ass just before warm hands covered the skin. She moaned into his mouth as his fingers pressed and massaged the flesh.
They were both breathing hard when he finally broke the kiss. She looked into his gray eyes, which glowed with heat. “Open the buttons, Mimi.”
“Here?”
A sharp slap in the center of her left ass cheek was his answer. “If you prefer, I could just take the dress from you for the rest of the evening.”
Mimi’s eyes grew wide as his words sunk past the cloud his kiss had fogged her brain with. By the time she figured out what she had to do, it was too late.
“…three, two, one.” He completed the countdown from five as he had done each time he wanted her to make a decision based on gut instinct and not careful thought. On one his hands began to slide up her body, lifting the dress with them. “All right, naked it is.”
“But…no. Please, Sir.” She tried unsuccessfully to push the dress back into place.
“Toy, stop. You had the chance to decide but thought about things too long. So now I get to see all of my sexy toy and all your bits and pieces will be accessible for me to play with.”
Mimi took a breath dropped her gaze and stopped fighting. She could never say no to him. Though he was yanking her well out of her comfort zone, as long as he stayed beside her, she would at least try anything he asked of her.
“That’s my good girl,” he praised as he finished pulling the dress over her head.
She swallowed down the gasp of shock as the breeze from an overhead air vent touched her shoulders and slid down her back. After a second, she adjusted to the coolness. Then she heard giggles from somewhere nearby. She could only imagine what others were saying about the überpale skin and more than full-bodied curves of her body. Closing her eyes, she leaned her forehead against Master Chaz’s fur-covered chest.
“Mimi? You okay?”
“Um,” she replied, not sure how to answer the question. Physically she was fine, but emotionally was another story. She was fighting the urge to dive behind the closest piece of furniture and hide.
“I, myself, need to sit down,” he said, answering his own question when it became apparent she was thinking again.
“Okay, Sir,” she agreed. Her knees wobbled as his hands continued to rub up and down her back and sides from her armpits to the tops of her thighs.
Instead of leading her out of the submissives’ area, he sat down in the middle of the leather couch, which provided the bulk of the seating for those looking to get picked by one of the club dominants. This area had bright lights down while the rest of the club’s seating areas were darker and more hidden from view.
“Sir?”
“Yes, Mimi?”
“Shouldn’t we go somewhere else?”
She watched him look around the empty seating area before lifting his gaze to encompass the rest of room. Then he looked down at her with the mischievous look that three months ago had prefaced him using their clothes to tie her to a bed in one of the upstairs rooms before licking her clit and pussy for more than an hour without letting her come.
“This is as good a place as any to sit and talk,” he said with a grin and a wink.
Laying her dress over the back of the couch beside him, he pulled her forward until she had to climb onto the couch or overbalance and fall on him. He positioned her so she was straddling his lap with her back to the room. He kept several inches of air between her groin and the bulge pressing hard against front of his jeans. Once she was in place and comfortable, he took her hands and placed them on his knees, forcing her to arch her back, pushing her breasts up and out.
“Now, what’s been going in your life the last couple of weeks?” he asked as his hands settled on her hips and gently massaged them before moving down her thighs to her knees.
Mimi had to take several deep breaths before sharing the few small bits of news that had taken place in her tiny, boring life. Master Chaz did not make it easy to tell her stories as his fingers began to trace lines and circles up her body, around her breasts without touching her nipples, and then down to within an inch of the top of her slit. Once again she wondered how he was able to listen and remember everything she said while he played with her body.
She sucked a breath and shivered when he leaned forward and stroked the flat of his tongue over her right breast. She had to close her eyes and drop her head back to hold onto her composure when he opened his mouth around the peak of her breast and exhaled on it. When her hips jerked, his hands held them still.
“You’re a little tense tonight, aren’t you?” he asked. His tone was so matter-of-fact she had to fight down an urge to lift one hand from his knee and smack the back of his head as she screamed, “Of course I’m tense. I’m horny and scared and need more than an occasional Friday night with you.”
Instead, she took another breath and released it slowly before answering, “Yes, Sir, I guess I am.”
“Mmmm, we’ll have to see if we can do something about that,” he said in the deep, dark voice that ratcheted up her arousal every time he used it.
He then began asking questions, which forced her to concentrate as he continued to stroke, lick, and nibble at her body. She gasped and shivered long minutes later when two fingers parted her lower lips and slid between them, stroking down either side of her clit. They came close but not quite close enough to trigger the orgasm burning deep inside her, just begging for release.
Those same two fingers then slid full-length into her pussy while his palm covered her clit. She clenched around the digits, panting in an effort to rein in the strong and growing need to come.
“Sir?” she whispered as her hips began to rock back and forth on his fingers. One of the first things he had taught her in his gently dominating ways was that he decided when, and if, she could orgasm.
“Look at me, sexy lady,” he said, his fingers sliding out until only the tips remained in her hot, wet channel.
Fighting herself, Mimi forced her eyes to open so she could look into his eyes that glowed like quicksilver.
“Let it loose, Mimi,” he said. “Come for me.”
He shoved three fingers deep into her pussy and began to slide them in and out, fast and hard. A second later, the base of his palm rubbed back and forth on her swollen and sensitive clit.
His touch, his
words, his eyes combined to catapult Mimi over the limits of her control. She cried out as her orgasm exploded, shooting out through every nerve ending, every blood vessel, every atom of her being. The release burned away her fear of being in the main room naked. It disintegrated the worries she lived with on a day-to-day basis. It even made her forget to ask or worry about where he went when he left the club and how many other women he gave such pleasure to.
All she knew was the feel of his hands on her body, his lips suckling at her nipple, the soft suede of his vest beneath her fingertips, and blessed peace.
When he settled deeper in the chair, she curled forward, resting her cheek on the top of his shoulder as she tried to pull the remnants of her pride around her. At moments like this, she tried to just relax and accept her place in his life as his Friday-night sex toy.
She had barely recovered when he pulled a condom from his pocket before opening his jeans. Shoving his pants down far enough that his cock and balls bounced into view, he sheathed his cock. Once he finished, he shifted so the underside of his cock pressed between her puffy labial lips and against her clit.
“Ride me, Mimi,” he ordered through gritted teeth. “Hard and fast because one or the other of my heads is going to explode if I don’t get some relief right now.”
Mimi giggled at the visual his words painted for her. She reached down and lifted his cock from his belly. When he hissed at her touch, she froze.
“Don’t stop,” he said between gritted teeth as he peered at her through heavy-lidded eyes.
“Yes, Sir,” she said, knee-walking closer to his body before she fit the head of his cock into her entrance. His hands wrapped around her hips, his fingers pressing deep into her flesh as if he fought to remain in control.
They sucked hissing breaths in tandem when she dropped down his generous length, taking him completely into her warm, wet passage in one stroke. She only stopped when the hairs around the base of his cock tickled the bare skin around her pussy. She closed her eyes to block out the view of club members who might be watching. The last thing she needed was a reminder that they were not alone in one of the upstairs rooms where they usually played.
* * * *
Chaz was puffing like he had just run a three-minute mile, which was not good since Mimi had just settled over him. She felt so good, her channel tight, wet, and hot enough to chase the chill of the fall night outside away. He kept his eyes open, watching as she looked around the room, fear entering her expression.
They both needed a distraction before this ended before it had truly begun. Leaning forward, he kissed the center of her chest then dropped his head back. “Kiss me while you ride,” he commanded through pursed fish-lips.
Looking at him, she giggled then obeyed, as she always did. This was but one of the things he adored about his Mimi, his sexy toy. No matter what he asked of her, she was always willing to at least try. And usually by trying she found pleasure. The only thing she had flat out refused to try was have another woman join them in bed. He was not sure if it was because she had no bisexual tendencies or if she did not want to have to share him.
She rode him well, but he could tell she was tiring quickly. And, as usual with Mimi, he needed to move, be in charge, set the pace and rhythm. Pulling his lips from hers, he set his feet solidly on the floor and planted his shoulders hard against the back of the couch.
“Lean back with your hands on my knees,” he ground out as he began to thrust up, shoving his cock faster and harder into the grasping, massaging heat of her pussy.
Sliding his hands up her body, he palmed her nipples and cupped her breasts, which immediately had her breathing harder and moving her hips back and forth as he moved up and down from below. It was just the movement they both needed. She made the soft whining panting noises he loved to hear that said she was coming again.
At the same time, tingles raced from the base of his neck down his spine, gathered for a split second in his balls, before shooting through his cock like water from a high-pressure hose. His body arched higher, pressing as deep into her as he could. One of her hands and then the other left his knees to grab his shoulders as she fought to retain her balance.
Long seconds later, his body relaxed and she followed him down, slowly melted over him like a soft, silky human blanket. Closing his eyes, he wondered if Jenna and Taurus would mind if they spent the rest of the weekend right where they were.
“You know, Master Chaz,” Jenna’s voice broke into his drowsing, “there are other spots not located in the middle of the uncollared subs area you could have used.”
Chapter 3
Hearing the Domme’s comment, Mimi stiffened and tried to sit up, sure her weight was smooshing Master Chaz. But he held her tighter, keeping her from moving away. Mimi squeezed her eyes closed and prayed for a blanket to drop over them and cover her nakedness.
“Yeah, I know, but this one suited my purposes just fine.” Mimi heard the relaxed, satisfied tone in his voice and her muscles slowly unknotted.
Jenna laughed and shook her head. “You are incorrigible. Why don’t you just collar her so you don’t have to go hunting for her every week?”
Chaz’s breathing stopped under her. Mimi wished she could make the same demand, but her submissive nature would not allow that. When he did not respond, realization that she might never wear his collar body-slammed her out of the nirvana Chaz took her to each time they played together. She was his Friday-night sex toy, no matter how much she wanted it to be more.
Several snickers almost but did not quite cover up someone saying, “Why would anyone want to collar that cow?”
“Report to Master Taurus and tell him why you deserve ten punishment strokes with the cane,” Mistress Jenna said harshly, cutting off any further comments.
“Mimi? You okay?” Master Chaz asked, kissing her neck before lifting her from his lap. “You’re shivering.”
Embarrassed to her toenails, she swallowed back the hurt and nodded. “I’m fine, Sir, just a little chilly.”
Keeping her head turned so he would not read her shattered expression, Mimi picked her jumper up and pulled it over her head. Still wobbled by the amazing sex, she nearly fell down as she walked to the chains station next door and retrieved a cleaning rag and spray bottle of disinfectant.
Though she did not look at him, she knew Master Chaz watched her every move. She could feel his pale-gray eyes as she wiped down the couch.
He waited until after she finished and returned the cleaning supplies. Then he stepped in front of her and used two fingers to raise her chin. “Let’s get a drink and talk.”
Unable to maintain eye contact, she dropped her gaze to his throat. “No, thank you, Sir. I think I’ll just go home.” She stretched up and brushed a kiss on his cheek. “Good night, Sir. Be safe. Have a good week.”
Though it was the same words she left him with each time they were together, this time it felt different. Final. Like she would never get another chance to say it.
She turned away before he could speak though she wished he would stop her and explain why he would not collar her. In all their time together, never had he even hinted at wanting more with her, that he wanted her to be exclusively his.
She kept her head up and shoulders back as she walked to the lobby. After collecting her purse and shoes, she marched straight to her car parked in the darkest corner of the parking lot. It was the same space where she always parked.
Usually Master Chaz escorted her and they would spend several long minutes making out before he would finally open her car door and allow her to leave. Tonight there were no kisses, no hugs that settled her jangling emotions while making her wish the week would fly by so she could see him again next week.
She managed to hold her emotions inside, though tears filled her eyes. She had to drive slow and concentrate so she did not do anything stupid. Thankfully, she saw no other cars on the way. She continued to hold back the hurt as she walked into her small bungalow, undressed, showe
red, and climbed into bed. Only then did she bury her face in a spare bed pillow, and let down the walls surrounding the pain that filled her chest. She cried until she had no more tears.
She loved Master Chaz. Why could he not see that? Why would he not collar her? Why did he not share more of his life with her? Was it her? Or was something else keeping him from taking down the wall he kept between them?
By the time she sank into the blessed numbness of sleep, Mimi came to the conclusion that it was time to cancel her membership to Club Esoteria.
* * * *
After watching Mimi walk out of the club with the dignity of a queen, Chaz crossed to the bar and nodded at Jackson, who fixed his club standard, Crown Royal and 7UP. Once it was set in front of him, Chaz did not touch it. He was afraid to. Though the club had a strict two-drink law, he wondered if he could talk Taurus into bending it for one night.
“You need to collar her or let her go,” Jenna said, climbing onto the stool next to him. “She needs a man who can love her and be there for her all the time, and not just on the odd Friday night.”
Instead of answering, Chaz lifted his drink and drank it half down before answering. “It’s complicated, and you know it.”
“I do, but does she?”
Chaz grunted and took another sip of his drink.
“You don’t see it, do you?” Jenna said with the grin of someone who needed to divulge a secret before they explode.
“See what?”
“That woman loves you. Even more, I suspect she is in love with you. But all you see is your, what do you call her, your Friday-night sex toy?”
“You’re crazy,” Chaz said. “She doesn’t love me, she just likes the way I play. She would probably play with anyone, if they asked her.”
Jenna shook her head as she turned to Antony, who looked like he wanted to take the Dom out behind the club and knock some sense into him. “Pet, take a deep breath, and relax before you speak. And remember who you are addressing.”
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