Drey was an old military buddy from back in the day. He no longer worked in the ranks though, instead choosing the life of a nightclub bouncer. Lance and Drey hadn't really been close while in the military. Their friendship had developed afterwards – Drey was a bouncer at one of Lance's favorite nightclubs.
The club was called Black Leather. It was a very exclusive establishment that catered to a very specific clientele. Lance was into BDSM, and had been for as long as he had been having sex. He was a dominant – one who took a submissive to have sex with. Black Leather was a club that exclusively served those interested in the dominant and submissive lifestyle. It was a place where people in the community could go without being judged, while also knowing that anyone they picked up had been thoroughly vetted and tested. Where once this was a tabooed topic, now it was more widely talked about and accepted.
"Hey, sorry to call but I got something for ya!" Drey yelled.
"Not tonight," Lance said back. "I'm on a job."
"I know! That's why I'm calling!"
"What are you talking about?" Lance asked, getting more confused by the second.
"Well I remember a while ago you telling me you did some work for the Blackwood family. That rich family that lived up-state. You see I remembered because the Blackwood's own a bunch of factories that my cousin Jimmy works at and --"
"Drey. I really can't talk now. Like I said, I'm on a --"
"Listen, will ya? I'm working the door tonight at Leather checking bands and shit. This hot blonde girl walks up with one of our members. It’s “Bring a Guest” night, ya know? So this member, her name’s Vikki, she’s hot as hell too, but she’s with this babe, man. And she's fire too. A body like you would not believe. I check her ID anyway, you know, want to get her name for later. Anyway, her last name is Blackwood. Then it hits me, what if this is the same Blackwood? I was going to ask but --"
Lance hung up the phone before Drey could finish.
He was on his feet a second later and a second after that, he was up the stairs. He stood by Sarah's door for a moment, contemplating if he should knock. Her bedroom was not where he wanted to go. Not after the night he had been having, but after realizing he had no choice, he finally did.
There was no answer, so he knocked again. Again, there was no answer. Slowly, and very, very carefully, Lance opened the door, peering through. It took him all of two seconds to see that the room was empty.
What. The. Fuck.
A red-hot rage swept over Lance as he bolted down the stairs and out of the penthouse. On the way out, he grabbed his car keys and jacket. He was thankful that he had called Tom earlier today to tell him he wouldn’t need to be relieved until late the next day. The last thing he needed when he got Sarah back to the apartment was another set of eyes and ears on him as he tanned her backside for doing something this stupid. As he made his way to his car, he tried to remember if there had ever been a time that he had been this pissed.
What the fuck was she thinking? It was unbelievable that she had snuck out – Sarah had never given any of her protection teams any problems – but why the hell had she chosen to go to Black Leather? Did she have any idea what kind of establishment that was? And if she did, then he was ready to show her exactly how women could be punished for being so daring.
As he pulled his car out of the secure parking garage attached to her building, he decided that Sarah was going to be very sorry indeed.
--
Lance reached Black Leather twenty-five minutes later. He pulled the car up front, and left it in a no-parking zone. He stormed inside. On his way in, he offered Drey a grateful nod, but didn't stop. The other bouncer at the end of the hall didn’t have the nerve to try to intercept him either. He came here often enough that he was probably recognized, but every member was supposed to sign in. However, the look on his face was forbidding and would have dissuaded even the most hardened bouncer.
The inside of Black Leather was a little different to most clubs. Sure, it had the loud thumping music, a heavy mist drifting through the air created by smoke machines and dark corners for darker deeds, but it was the people who were different. As it was a BDSM club, the club goers here dressed more provocatively. At least the submissives did. The dominants for the most part were fully clothed. And it wasn’t unusual to see someone being led around by their “master” while on a leash, or with hands cuffed behind their backs. Paddles and soft whips lined the walls, ready to be used at a moment’s notice.
Lance ignored it all as he made his way through the club. It didn't take him long to spot Sarah by the bar, surrounded by eager men. She stood out like a butterfly amongst moths. And it wasn't just her looks that made her stand out either, but her inexperience. Her innocence. Somehow it blazed through her, giving her a beautiful glow that drew the men to her. She was a submissive, there was no doubt about that. She seemed to relish in the attention she was getting, yet at the same time, be bashful and surprised about the crowd of dominants surrounding her.
The moment she spotted Lance storming up to her, her face dropped to the floor. "Lance!" she sputtered. "What... what are you doing here?"
The men surrounding Sarah turned at her question. They registered their own fear when they saw the six foot three enraged bodyguard stalking toward them. He cleared a path without even lifting a finger, simply giving a violent glare to anyone who hesitated to move away.
"We're going home," Lance growled.
He grabbed her by the arm, not caring if he was hurting her. As luck would have it, Black Leather was one of the few clubs where a man could do this without being stopped. Indeed, the moment he had her, the lesser men cleared away, not willing to interrupt what seemed to be a dominant getting ready to discipline his naughty sub.
"No, we're not – " she began as she went to pull her arm from his grip. But it was no use. Lance had her and wasn't letting her go. If it were any other situation, Lance would have availed himself of the private rooms and services to be had by members at Leather, but the way he felt right now, that wasn't going to happen.
As he dragged her away, an attractive red head approached the two. She clearly knew Sarah as she yelled out to her. But then she spotted Lance. She smiled and gave Sarah the thumbs up. Lance rolled his eyes and pulled Sarah from the club.
"What were you thinking?" Lance said the moment the two were in his car and on the way back to Sarah's house. She hadn't fought him long and allowed him guide her into the passenger seat. There was no use. It wasn’t like she was going to lose her virginity tonight after all. Damn!
"Ah that I'm an adult and can go out when I want to," she snapped back. She crossed her arms and pouted. She was wearing a lacy low-cut top with no back, and as she pouted, her breasts were squeezed together, near bursting from her top. Lance kept his eyes decidedly on the road.
"Really. Without informing me? And that club? What were you thinking going in there? Do you even know what kind of establishment that was?" Black Leather was no place for a girl like that. It was actually a little dangerous to the uninitiated.
"What do you mean? It's just a club," she denied.
"No, it's not. It's a --"
"Fine. I know what it is," Sarah relented. "Why do you think I went there. My friend Vikki has been telling me about it…. I wanted to – to …." She just couldn’t say it.
"What? Take a look? Those kinds of places aren't for people like you, Sarah. You see how I dragged you out and no one tried to stop me? What if I had been someone else? Someone dangerous."
"People like me? What do you mean, people like me?" she asked, finally turning in her seat to face him. As she did, Lance's eyes flashed down to her thighs and her very tight, very short skirt.
"Look, I know that you don't have the most experience when it comes to --"
Oh my god, Sarah thought, this is the most embarrassing moment of my life. Even more embarrassing than her failed attempt to seduce him that afternoon. They were NOT going to discuss how pathetic her love life was. She
needed to change the subject. Fast.
"Wait a minute! How do you know about that place?” she suddenly exclaimed. "You're not... are you a member at Black Leather?"
Lance ignored her question. His focus was now completely on the road. Sarah tried to coax an answer from him, but he would not budge or say a word for the rest of the trip.
"So, what's it like?" Sarah asked as the two entered the house. "Being a dom?" Because there was no way that Lance was anything but a dom. Her curiosity was starting to outweigh her embarrassment.
"Will you drop it?" Lance said. He was getting more than a little frustrated now. Not only was he annoyed at the way she was harassing him, but he was incredibly turned on. Finding Sarah in that club, looking for a dom like him... it was a fantasy he had spent the whole drive thinking about. And one he knew he couldn’t act on.
"Seriously," she continued. She made her way to the stairs, pausing on the first step. She reached out and ran her hand along the rail, stroking it. "What do you do? Do you have chains and whips? Or is it paddles – that's it, isn't it?" she said. He must have shown something on his face. "Do you like to paddle girls’ asses?"
"Drop it, Sarah. Seriously," he said again, his tone harsh. He could feel himself getting hot. His clothes were suffocating him. And what was worse, where she was standing, her butt was right in line with his gaze.
"Drop it...? OK," she said with a smile. And then, before Lance could stop her, she undid the zipper on her tight skirt and worked it over her rounded hips.
Lance's breath hitched. Jesus. She had a white, lace thong on, and her tight little ass was displayed perfectly. She bent all the way over, touching the ground as she dropped her skirt. Lance spied the mound of her pussy, squeezed between her thighs. She then slowly stood back up, keeping her ass pointed at him. "You mean like this?" she asked.
"Sarah... you have no idea what you’re doing. What you’re asking for," he was struggling. He couldn't take his eyes off of the prize. It was so lush and perfect. So spankable.
"Come on, Lance. I know you want to show me what it's like. I know you want to dominate me." Lance could feel his heart rate increasing. His pants tightening. His adrenaline pumped through his body as he tried to focus on anything but that. But then, she said something that pushed him right over the edge of reason, away from his strong sense of control.
"What if I told you I was still a virgin?"
That was it.
A growl left his lips, and his eyes narrowed. A sudden tidal wave of desire came over him that he couldn't fight. Not anymore. In that moment, Lance no longer cared about the consequences of his actions. He would have taken the paycheck out of his pocket and torn it in half if he had to. He and Sarah were alone, and she was quite literally asking for it.
He stormed forward, grabbed Sarah around the waist and dragged her up the stairs. They reached her room, and Lance threw her forward. She stumbled, landing with her hands flat on the base of the bed.
"You want to see what it's like?" Lance asked, as he stalked slowly toward her.
"Show me," she whispered back.
Usually, Lance had a whole array of toys for this kind of thing. But as he was away from his base, he was going to have to improvise. First, he undid his belt. He then pulled it from the straps, and folded it into a length on his forearm.
Sarah watched as he did. He could see her knees shaking, her arms trembling. She was scared. But that was what Lance wanted.
“Don’t move.” He said.
He walked up behind her, running his hand softly over her bare ass. He traced his fingers over her soft skin and down her thighs. Lightly, they touched the outside of her pussy. She was already soaking wet.
"Make sure, Sarah. Make sure you know what you’re asking for. Because once we start this, we aren’t stopping," Lance warned. He then brought his hand back and it landed harshly on her ass cheeks. One hard lash across her skin.
"Aaahh!" She moaned.
He rubbed the stinging spot lightly, causing fire to spread out from her bottom straight to her pussy.
Lance paused. "Say yes, Sarah. Tell me you understand."
She hesitated, almost lost to the sensations stroking through her. Lance raised his hand again and brought it down sharply on the other cheek of her rounded behind.
“Yes,” she cried out. “Yes…….please.”
And so he did it again. And again. Five times he brought his hand down sharply with a sting on her ass. They were solid, forceful slaps. Designed to burn. Each time he did, her cries became less in pain and more in pleasure. And each time he did, she pushed backwards with her hips. Silently asking for his hand to stroke her, as he did after every lash. The pain and pleasure were blending, causing euphoria to fill her. She wasn’t even aware of how her body was asking for more.
On the last strike, Lance used the soft end of his belt, causing a stronger burn, a harsh sting, but then he immediately thrust his fingers into her soaking pussy, causing her to scream out in pleasure and rock forward on her bent elbow. This raised her ass higher into the air, giving him better access to her core.
“This is so you’ll remember, Sarah. You’ll never try to sneak away from me again, will you?” he growled as he thrust his fingers deeper. She cried out again, gripping the sheets on the bed tightly in her fists, and rocking backwards towards him.
While she was lost in her pleasure, Lance gripped her hips and turned her over on the bed. He grasped her wrists and lifted them over her head. He used the belt to secure her wrists to the headboard.
This was the picture he had been dreaming about. Sarah tied to the bed, spread out before him. He slowly undid the buttons of her lacy top and spread the edges out. Her breasts were heaving with each breath she tried to drag in. Her eyelids were at half mast and her eyes were calling out to him, begging him for something she didn’t understand. He dragged his finger slowly down her cheek and along her collar bone, dipping it down to the swell of one breast. Her nipples tightened noticeably under her bra. He fingered the front clasp.
“Are you going to be a good girl from now on, Sarah?” he asked quietly.
“Lance, what are you – what are you doing to me?” Sarah cried. Her nipples were burning now and he hadn’t even touched her there! Her hips writhed on the bed. She felt so empty, she needed him to touch her again. Down there.
“I want you to promise me, Sarah,” he continued as he flicked his finger over her right nipple, drawing a cry from her lips. “Promise me that you’ll never try something so dangerous again.”
He gently popped the front closure on her bra, and her breasts popped out, the bra falling to her sides. Ever so lightly her smoothed his thumb over her nipples, causing her breath to stutter.
“Promise me now, Sarah!” he demanded as he sharply squeezed both of nipples simultaneously.
Sarah cried out loudly. “Oh god, I promise!”
“Good girl,” he soothed, rubbing her breasts gently again. His hand trailed down her stomach and slowly circled the prettily shaved strip of curls on her mons. Sarah could barely see straight and she was having a hard time breathing. She was so hot. Her body was on fire. If he would just do that thing again, that thing with his fingers. She needed him to touch her! She needed friction, everywhere.
“Please, Lance……please…” she begged.
“What do you want, sweetheart?” he asked quietly, while stroking so close to her clit that she wanted to scream!
“Lance!” she wailed in frustration. “Please, just…..help me…..just – touch me!”
“You mean here?” he asked innocently. He dragged his thumb through her curls and gently rubbed her clit in a slow circle.
“Ahhhh…yes!” Sarah cried.
Lance could barely stop himself from ravaging her at that point. She was so sexy, splayed out in front of him, lost in her passion and writhing on his hand. He had to taste her. He quickly pulled his shirt over his head, then pushed her legs far apart with his hands and bent down so he could lean in
and see paradise. It was the prettiest fucking pussy he’d ever seen – wet with the evidence of her arousal.
He leaned in and slid his tongue along her core, making her gasp in delighted shock.
“Oh God!” she cried out, gripping the belt that held her hands above her head.
She tasted like heaven. Sweet, delicious. She was fucking perfect. He snapped the strap of her thong and then flicked his tongue over her clit. She cried out again, helpless.
He closed his eyes, her arousal coating his tongue. She was so fucking wet and he loved it.
“Please don’t stop,” she moaned. “Please, Lance.”
“I don’t plan to.” He promised, opening his eyes so that he could watch her. Her head was tilted back, her mouth open, eyes closed and chest heaving. She was a fucking goddess, a goddess at the tip of his tongue, and not wanting this vision, this moment, to pass by too quickly, he slowed his pace and took his time. He kissed her clit, stretching it with his lips and letting it go.
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