by Cassie Ryan
He backed her up against the wall of the elevator, holding her in place with his body as he reached up under her skirt and found the crotch of her very wet panties.
He growled deep inside his throat, a guttural, almost possessive sound.
She panted as he slid one finger under the edge of the lacy material to find her slick center.
Sandra gasped, her pussy tightening around his thick finger as he pushed inside her. When he added another finger and pushed even deeper she moaned and let her head fall back against the wall, breaking their kiss as she drowned in sensations.
He worked his fingers in and out of her, building the quickly spiraling tension deep inside her pelvis.
“Sandra. Look at me.”
The unwavering demand in his voice broke her out of the sensual haze that held her, and she opened her eyes and lifted her head as best she could.
Immediately his intense blue gaze captured hers, branding her like his fingers that were still deep inside her.
“I want you to look at me while you come, and know who caused you to shatter.”
Something in his tone screamed “mine!” and she didn’t argue. At this moment she would gladly agree to be his sub…his anything, as long as he never stopped what he was doing to her.
The wet sounds of his fingers pumping in and out of her core filled the air around them as well as the thick, tangy scent of sex. She reveled in both, and only craved more.
“Please…” She hung so close to the edge it was nearly painful. “Please…”
A darkly mysterious smile curved his sensual lips and he mumbled, “Such a good little sub. I love it when you beg…” He said it so softly she almost didn’t hear it.
He ripped another gasp from her throat as he curled his fingers inside her and stroked her G-spot while at the same time rubbing her clit with his wonderfully callused thumb.
She hung on the precipice for a long moment…drowning in the deep blue of his eyes and the torrent of pleasure that raged through her.
“Come for me, Sandra. Come for me.”
At his soft command she exploded, hurtling over the edge and into a deep, endless well of pleasure, as his magic fingers continued to work her. A strangled scream ripped from her throat as the orgasm stampeded through her.
Only after she’d ridden out the length of her orgasm and Master Brent smiled and blinked did she realize that the elevator doors had opened and she was looking out at a small crowd of people.
People who had most likely just watched her have the most amazing orgasm of her life.
She waited for embarrassment or even mortification, but at this moment, she didn’t care if the entire city had watched.
She lowered her gaze to Master Brent’s and returned his smile.
He calmly removed his fingers from her core and raised them to his face. “I think we need to discuss some of those…administrative details.”
He slid his fingers into his mouth, licking them clean, and Sandra’s breath caught in her throat, her nipples tightening into hard buds and her clit screaming for attention all over again.
Master Brent leaned forward, his hard cock grinding against her sensitive slit, and he licked a slow line across her lower lip, pausing as he watched her.
She opened her mouth and traced her tongue over her bottom lip where he’d licked her.
His eyes dilated and his mouth crushed down on hers, his tongue invading her and claiming her.
Sandra was surprised to find that her taste was still in his mouth—tangy and sweet. She sucked his tongue, loving the jolt inside her body when he pressed his hard cock against where she wished it could be without all their clothes in the way.
“My apologies, again, Sandra.” He smiled and it almost looked wolfish…anything but sorry. “It’s time for us to finish up those details we’ve been putting off. I’m usually much more in control of myself.” He shook his head, still looking flushed, aroused, and sexy as hell.
He gently set her on her feet and turned toward the now closed elevator doors.
Sandra hadn’t even heard them close, or heard the murmurs of the watching crowd go suddenly silent. But she had been very distracted at the time.
Master Brent inserted his key into the panel and pressed the button for level 4.
Sandra caught her breath at the knowledge that they would soon be alone again in his office.
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Brent guided Sandra out of the elevator and back to the love seat she’d sat on earlier. He forced himself to walk around his desk and sit behind it rather than giving in to the temptation that she presented.
Her lips were still swollen, her face flushed from their time in the elevator, and he could still smell and taste her arousal. Although when he finally had the chance, he’d like to tie her up and feast on her pussy until he had memorized every nuance and could remember her taste in his sleep.
He glanced up to find her watching him intently, and he forced himself to concentrate on the administrative duties they’d come up here for. He’d never had a problem keeping his mind on business when it was needed. But she splintered his concentration and frayed his control. He would need to guard against both. He couldn’t afford to let his business sense lag every time she was around. Both Club Desire and his continued involvement with his international business-consulting clients depended on that.
He pulled a membership contract out of his lower desk drawer and filled out Sandra’s name and the date. “This is our standard full membership contract. If you have any questions, please let me know.”
“Could I read that tonight or tomorrow and bring it back with any questions I have before I sign it?” A smile curved her full lips and she met his gaze squarely, waiting for his response.
Warmth burst inside his chest. Not only beautiful, but smart as well. And he noted a spark of confidence she hadn’t yet had in high school, which took her from extremely attractive to stunning. Probably a good thing she didn’t have that spark in high school or he might never have recovered after she’d turned him down. “Absolutely.” He passed over the contract and she placed it on her lap before returning her gaze to his.
“Now let’s discuss limits. You mentioned earlier that you weren’t yet sure about all of yours, but let’s start with what you know and we’ll go from there.”
She nodded once, slowly, while she kept his gaze. He could tell from the dimming of her smile that she wasn’t looking forward to this part of their discussion. “You said you don’t like hard pain and are very leery of being hit or slapped on the face or neck. Correct?”
A furrow formed between her brows and a frown pulled at her lips, as if she were surprised he remembered her mentioning that.
He nearly told her he had always catalogued things like that, ever since high school, but he bit back the words. It wasn’t yet time for that discussion, and he needed to stay focused on the topic at hand.
“That’s correct.” She raised her chin, the line of her body confident and sure. “Also, I like to take things slow. I know a lot of Doms want to push your limits, and I’m sure that’s fine for a lot of subs, but I would prefer to be eased into that. Even though I’ve had two Doms, I don’t really know what I like yet, and what I don’t like, beyond the vanilla realm. Not really.”
Surprise and jealousy sliced deep. He thought Diego had been her first and only Dom. But he knew he’d jumped to that conclusion. “You’ve had two Doms?”
She nodded, her confident expression fading. “When I first joined the dungeon in New York my roommate introduced me to Master Scott.”
His attention sharpened, and he suddenly needed to know why Scott hadn’t protected her when he realized what was happening with Diego. Once Sandra was his, as a sub or something more permanent, he would protect her. He had stopped trying to remind himself that she would never be his, and embraced the knowledge that she would be. “Was Master Scott still your main Dom when things started getting out of control with Diego?”
Her express
ion darkened and she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth in what seemed like an unconscious mannerism. “No. Master Scott’s job transferred him across the country, so I was left without a Dom after only eight months. Diego was new to the dungeon and I thought he would have the time, like Master Scott had, to be patient with me as I got comfortable with new things. Master Scott had been great about that. And at first, Diego seemed like a good Dom. Kind, but intense. I even watched him play scenes with some of the other more experienced subs before I agreed to play with him.”
Brent made a conscious effort to soften his gaze. “What happened then?”
Tension suddenly radiated from her, her hands balled into fists in her lap, her gaze downcast.
He swallowed hard in an effort to keep his anger at bay. It definitely wasn’t directed at Sandra, and it wouldn’t help them build trust. “Sandra.”
His word seemed to slowly reach past her suddenly erected walls of protection and she finally raised her gaze to his, although it was a very tentative movement.
“We can save that discussion for another time when you’re more comfortable.” He resisted the urge to reach out and lift her chin so she would meet his gaze. “But we will have to eventually discuss it so we can make sure nothing we do here will make your trauma any worse.”
She nodded once, still refusing to meet his gaze. But her fists slowly unfurled and he watched her confidence slowly rebuild, layer by layer.
“I don’t like to play in groups, especially large groups.” As her tentative voice reached out to him she finally raised her gaze. “And although I’m interested in being trussed up and at a Dom’s mercy like I saw in the main lobby dungeon, I might need to take that slow. Watching them, I could almost imagine myself in that situation, but I’m not sure how I would react to it, or if it would freak me out that I had no power. I think it would depend on the Dom.”
Brent nodded, biting back the words to tell her that he would be that Dom, and she would enjoy every minute. He was pleased that she was finally openly discussing her wants and limits and didn’t want to spook her into retreating again. He could work with the limits she’d mentioned to try to get her to articulate more. He made note of them, and then looked up to find her watching him as if waiting for his reaction to her preferences.
“What else turns you on to watch that you think you’d enjoy trying out, or that you know you would enjoy?”
Her jaw firmed, as if she were clenching her teeth to make sure no words escaped before she could carefully evaluate them.
He wanted to take her in hand and start helping her discover what she enjoyed and what she didn’t, but forced himself to try the less hands-on approach first. “You said you were interested in being restrained and at the mercy of a Dom you’re comfortable with, but you’re not sure how you would react. Have you ever tried spreader bars or restraints in any fashion?”
“Master Scott did use some basic hand restraints and blindfolds. He also used spreader bars a few times, and the way he used them was titillating and arousing. He had even started to introduce me to light swatting with a flogger. But…”
Brent clenched his fists against the urge to walk around the desk and gather her into his arms, stroking her to pleasure again and showing her she could feel safe telling him her story. But he stopped himself, knowing from her reaction that she wasn’t yet ready to spill all the details. He’d have to go slowly and pull the information out of her in stages.
“When Diego used them you weren’t comfortable?” His blood raged, and he wanted nothing more than to have his fingers around Diego’s throat. Instead, he took a deep breath and made a valiant effort not to look murderous, although he definitely still felt that way.
She nodded and he quickly changed the subject, not wanting her to retreat so far that she couldn’t discuss this subject at all. He had to understand more about her limits, and he got the impression she needed to articulate them, so he would have to probe gently. “So spreader bars and possibly some restraints as long as there is trust and a slower pace might be all right?” He glanced up to gauge her reaction before he made a note to that effect on the paper in front of him.
“Are you all right with intercourse during a scene or at the culmination of a scene?”
At her suddenly dark expression he added, “As long as you aren’t pushed, and the Dom pays attention to your nonverbal clues, as well as your safe words and stated limits?”
“Yes.” Relief was evident in her voice, which was now a little stronger. “Under those circumstances and with a condom I would welcome full intercourse.”
Condom use was fairly common practice, and here at Club Desire it was the rule on the dungeon floor even for collared subs and their monogamous Doms.
But he knew that wasn’t always followed religiously in other clubs. And apparently it wasn’t at Mason’s if Sandra felt the need to state that as a stipulation. Brent remembered in college that when Mason had taken him to his first dungeon, Mason hadn’t always used condoms during his play sessions, and it hadn’t been required at that particular dungeon. Although in the past decade more and more clubs were making that a rule. Brent firmly believed it was a necessary one.
“All right. We’ll explore a little more of your limits as time goes on.”
Her pink tongue darted out to taste her full bottom lip, and heat streaked through him as he realized he had said “we,” as in the two of them together would explore her limits. He couldn’t regret the slip of the tongue, and Sandra didn’t look like she minded, so he moved on with what he’d been about to say. “Let’s discuss some mundane business. What’s your address?” He poised the pen over that line on her information sheet.
“I don’t have a place yet. For now I’m staying with a friend from high school. But I can’t infringe on her hospitality for too long.” She blew out a slow breath, her expression showing she was starting to feel a bit overwhelmed. “I need to find a job and either pay her rent or find my own place.”
Brent’s lips tightened into a hard line. A friend from high school. He would need to tell Sandra who he was before he ever met her roommate. Although, unless the friend came to the club or frequented the kink or fetish scene, it was unlikely they would meet. Besides, anyone who knew him in high school would be hard pressed to recognize him now. Satisfied that it wasn’t yet the right time to tell Sandra the truth, he moved on. “What’s her address?”
Sandra pulled a cell phone out of a deep pocket in the side of her skirt before reading off the address to him.
He noted it, and then asked for Sandra’s cell number and added that to her profile.
“Emergency contact information?”
She looked distinctly uncomfortable for a moment as if searching for someone to list in that capacity, but then her expression cleared and she straightened and lifted her chin. “I don’t have any family, so use my roommate, Michelle Emery.”
Brent nodded. He remembered Michelle. She had always been quiet and ran in the popular crowd with Sandra. She had been peripherally aware of him, but he didn’t think they’d ever spoken during the entire four years of high school. Which had been rare for the more popular kids. Most of them had gone out of their way to spew their disapproval on him purely for being an outcast and not enough like them to be one of the popular kids. But not Sandra, and not Michelle.
“What type of work are you looking for?” he asked, wondering if any of his contacts could be of use in this situation.
She cleared her throat. “I have a bachelor’s degree in Business from NYU. I’ve worked on and off for different companies as an office manager. When I finally decided to leave New York and come back to Phoenix, I gave notice and got the hell out of there.” A dark shadow crossed her expression and she blew out a long breath before continuing. “I had spent six long months dealing with…well, it was time for me to leave, and I figured I could find a job here doing something similar, but the Phoenix job market seems rather tight right now.”
Brent f
iled through his mental Rolodex and nodded to show Sandra he had heard her as some likely names came to mind. “I have a few contacts who are always looking for talent in that area. If it’s all right with you, I can give them a call on Monday and see if any are looking for an office manager or something similar.”
Her throat worked as if she were deciding what to say. “I’d appreciate it if it’s not too much trouble.”
He pulled a notepad closer and jotted down a note, even though he knew he wouldn’t forget one bit of their conversation, or any nuance of her entire time spent here tonight. He’d always had the natural ability to remember minute details. It had served him well in business, but sometimes wreaked havoc on his personal life since he could relive every moment of things like his tormented high school existence. He returned his attention to Sandra.
“No trouble at all. I’ll call you when I know more. Until then, perhaps you’d like to come back tomorrow night and meet the rest of the Doms? I’m sure you’d like to get to know them and see if you click with any of them enough to feel comfortable playing some scenes.” He took deep breaths against the urge to tell her she wouldn’t be playing any scenes with anyone but him.
She would make her own choice, and he would let her.
Even to himself that didn’t sound very convincing.
He glanced down, realizing his fingers were curled into tight fists and he was close to breaking the fountain pen he still clutched between his fingers.
She cleared her throat in what sounded like a self-conscious gesture. “I would enjoy meeting the other Doms, and I’m not sure if it’s even an option, but I’ve already clicked with you, and I think I would enjoy playing some scenes with you.”
Brent’s blood surged. She had asked specifically for him, and he now had no reason to disagree. “I’m honored, Sandra.” He forced himself to treat this situation exactly like he would with any other sub, and he switched out of his Dungeon Master role and into his Dom mode effortlessly. “As I said before, I encourage honest feedback from my subs. If I push you too hard or too fast, I expect you to yellow or red until you decide on more personal safe words. And then we’ll discuss in aftercare if any of your limits need to be updated. I also expect you to take good care of yourself. Make sure you eat and rest before you come to the dungeon, and don’t come here at all if you’re not feeling well.”
