by Marie Tuhart
“I thought Paul had taken our discussion okay. He said he was sorry, and he would keep it confined to the bedroom.”
“But?”
“That weekend we went to a club over in Boston. We were regulars at the club, so I thought nothing of it. We started a scene. I was tied up to one of the spanking benches. Paul began to flog me…nothing different there. It felt good.”
She took a deep breath. “When he stopped flogging me, my pussy was dripping, which was par for the course. He began to call me names. Slut, bitch—things like that. Then he started to fingerfuck me, and I didn’t think there was anything unusual until I saw three other men walk into the scene.”
Jessie turned her head away, but Caleb cupped her chin and forced her to look at him. “I’m here. Tell me what happened next.”
She drew in a breath. “Paul leaned down and whispered in my ear that I was his. His slave, his to do whatever he wanted. He’d invited the three men to scene with us. One was going to fuck my mouth while one fucked my pussy and the other my ass. And he was going to watch because I was his bitch and I wasn’t to object.”
Tears began to roll down her cheeks, Caleb wiped them away. “How did you get away from him?”
“Paul put his hand over my mouth, so I couldn’t yell out my safeword. I started struggling, fighting as much as I could since I was restrained. The three men hesitated because they’d been told I was willing. The DM noticed my struggles and the silence of the audience. He intervened.”
“As he should have.” He squeezed her shoulders.
She nodded. “I was so happy the DM stopped Paul. He made Paul release my mouth, and I screamed out my safeword. Paul went nuts. He grabbed one of the whips, but the DM stopped him before he could hit me. It took two DMs to drag Paul away.”
“What happened to him?”
“I don’t know. I never saw him again. The DM that helped untie me was a friend. He went with me to Paul’s apartment, and I got all my things and I went to my mom.”
“How did your mom take it?”
“Better than I thought she would.”
Jessie took another breath and let it out slowly. It had been surprisingly easy to tell Caleb about Paul. When her mom found out what had happened, Paul discovered just how much mental pain he had inflicted. Her mother hadn’t given an inch, even when Jessie begged her to stop.
Her mom had been a hard woman, one who didn’t understand how her daughter could be submissive. Her mother never understood that. But then again, after all was said and done, Jessie had no longer been sorry to see her mother humiliate Paul. He deserved to know how it felt.
Jessie enjoyed having Caleb’s arms around her as she sat in his lap. She could feel his hard shaft pressing against the back of her thigh. She wondered what he would do if she unzipped his jeans and pulled his cock out.
“Since we got that unpleasantness out of the way, let me tell you what I expect when we’re together.” He paused, and she nodded. “I expect you to obey my commands, to follow any directions I leave for you, and to be open and honest with me at all times. Can you do that?”
“Yes, Si—”
His fingers pressed against her lips, stopping her speech. “Open and honest, Jessie. Think about what I say, don’t answer automatically.” He removed his fingers and trailed them over her cheek.
“I wasn’t answering automatically.” She took a deep breath. Her skin danced with anticipation. Every nerve ending was alive and ready for Caleb. He wanted open and honest. “I’m attracted to you, Caleb. I have been since high school. I want your hands on my body, I want your lips, and I want your cock.” She wiggled her ass against his hard shaft.
“And you shall have them.” He kissed her on the nose. “How many lovers have you had, Jessie?”
“Two. The Dom I told you about and another guy.”
“He wasn’t a Dom?”
“No. But he was more acceptable to my mother. He didn’t have a dominant bone in his body. We broke up after her death.”
“Okay. Tell me about this first Dom, outside of him being an asshole for hurting you. Did he make you afraid of anything? Hurt you in any other way?”
“No. It was just that one incident. He was high on protocol, and as long as I did well with it, our relationship was just fine. I didn’t step out of line much.”
“Well, our relationship won’t have a lot of protocol. We will have a few common sense rules. I like freedom for us to play and enjoy ourselves.” He shifted closer to her, his warm hand touching her shoulder. “I’m assuming the second man was strictly vanilla.”
“Yes.”
“Well, I won’t be totally vanilla, but that doesn’t mean there won’t be times I just want to have sex with you. But most of the time I will want to play with you, Jessie. I’ll want to tease your breasts and nipples until you sigh with pleasure.”
His words sent a jolt of awareness up her spine and straight to her core.
“I will clamp your nipples and your clit, too. I will play with your pussy with my mouth, my fingers, and my toys. I want to tie you up and spank your ass until it’s a nice rosy color. I’ll flog you and whip you until you’re shaking from pleasure. I will tease you and bring you to multiple releases.” He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. When he reopened them, they were hooded with desire. “Then do it all over again and again.”
Her pussy clenched. She wanted these things, too. She wanted him to take her, make her his.
“Based on our earlier conversation, how much anal play have you had?”
Heat flared over her skin. “Not much. Just plugs and beads.”
“We’ll work on that, then. I will push your limits, Jessie. Are you ready for that?”
She closed her eyes and then opened them. Lord, she wanted this. No, she wanted Caleb. He called to her submissive side in a way no one ever had before. Her gaze met his. “Yes, Caleb I’m ready. I want all of that, too.” Her heart pounded.
“Okay.” His fingers cupped her chin. “I’m not the same boy who left here twelve years ago. I’ve grown into a man. A dominant man.”
“You were a dominant teenager. I remember those kisses we shared.”
“Then let’s see how they compare to now.”
His lips found hers. Heaven. His mouth was tender against hers, almost seeking permission. Jessie sighed as she opened to his questing tongue. His tongue caressed her mouth, tangling with hers. His hands cupped her shoulders, holding her lightly. He was being gentle and going slow. She didn’t mind, not at all.
Caleb broke the kiss, and Jessie sucked in air. He could still kiss the breath right out of her.
His lips slid over her cheek to her ear. “You respond so beautifully.”
He pinched her nipples, and an electric shock jolted through her body. “Nice, tight nipples. I can’t wait to see my clamps there. But until then...” He dipped his head.
Hot moist heat enveloped one breast. He sucked and flicked her nipple with his tongue while his hand played with her other breast. Then he switched, and he tweaked her left nipple while his tongue toyed with her right breast.
Jessie’s pussy tightened and tension coiled in her belly. His mouth caressed her with just the right pressure—not too hard but not too soft. Her breathing hitched.
His hands slid down to her hips as he nuzzled between her breasts. Then he leaned her back and maneuvered her hips as he slid off the sofa. He knelt on the floor and slid her ass to the edge, spreading her thighs with his hands so he could drape her legs over his broad shoulders.
Her breath caught in her throat when his fingers touched her mound.
“You shave.” His warm breath caressed the skin of her inner thighs.
“A bit. I don’t like the totally bald look, but I keep it neat and trimmed.”
He grinned at her before his fingers touched her parted pussy lips. “So pink and full.” Her pelvis tightened and shifted eagerly toward his mouth. He ran his fingers around her pussy, not penetrating, but teasing her.
“And this pretty little clit.” He flicked it and her hips bucked. “Very touchy.” He kept their gazes locked as he leaned down. His tongue came out, and he gave her hard bud a long slow lick. A groan left her lips. She’d dreamed about Caleb going down on her for years. Her head fell back against the sofa.
“Do you use toys?”
“Yes.” Her voice was soft and breathless.
“Tell me what you use.” He licked all around her pussy, never penetrating as he ignored her throbbing clit.
“Vibrator mostly.”
He hummed against her flesh, and it shot fire through her core and into her veins. Her nipples puckered, and a rush of wetness surged to her pussy. She’d never been so turned on in her life. Her pulse beat hard, and she arched her hips to get more of his attention.
“Easy, pet.” He slipped a finger into her wet channel.
Jessie’s mouth fell open as he began thrusting his finger within her pussy.
“Wet, hot, and tight.” He added a second finger, and she arched into his touch.
His fingers. Hard masculine fingers, rather than her soft ones. His touch was so different, harder, and surer of their duty. He played with her, and while she usually got herself off quickly, he took his time in teasing her.
“More,” she whispered. “Please, more.” She closed her eyes and concentrated on her breathing, trying to slow it down. But it didn’t work. Caleb added a third finger, and his mouth covered her clit.
Her climax exploded without her even being aware she was that close. She cried out, her hips shifting closer to him, wanting more. Her clit throbbed as he flicked it with his tongue, his fingers pumping as her core tightened around them.
“Caleb,” she whispered.
He lifted his head. “Another one, Jessie. Give me another one.” He took her clit in his mouth again.
She shook her head, and then another climax washed over her. She pressed her mound against his face and down onto his fingers. Bliss washed over her, and her mind went blank.
Caleb lifted his head from her clit and grinned. His Dom side was very pleased with Jessie’s reactions. His chest tightened. She was his for the taking. Jessie’s eyes were closed, her mouth open and her breathing heavy. She was so very responsive.
Her second climax was stronger than the first, and something told him she didn’t experience multiple climaxes often. Well, that would change. He eased his fingers out of her still throbbing pussy.
His cock was hard and pushing the fabric of his clothing. He wanted to plunge into her pulsing core, but this wasn’t the time. Easing her legs down, he let them rest on the floor. “Be right back.” He rose to his feet and retreated to the bedroom.
Lord. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Jessie was going to drive him over the edge without touching him. Caleb unzipped his jeans and pulled them off along with his shorts.
His cock sprang free. Striding across the room, he stepped into the bathroom as he took himself into his hand. On the first stroke, his balls tightened. It wasn’t going to take long.
Jessie was so responsive and damn if she didn’t taste like a fresh spring rain. His hand rapidly slid up and down his shaft. He couldn’t wait to see how her mouth would envelope him as she sucked him off. Or how tight her pussy would feel around his dick.
His spine stiffened. His head fell back, a groan leaving his lips as he shot his load into the bathroom sink. He continued to stroke himself in a calmer fashion until his climax faded. At least he could breathe now without worrying about coming. Cleaning up, he slipped on a clean pair of briefs and picked up a canvas bag before striding back into the living room.
Jessie sat on the sofa where he left her, legs spread. Her eyes were closed as if she was sleeping.
He dropped the bag. Her eyes opened, and he grinned at her. “Ready for more?” He knelt back down and draped her legs over his shoulders. Picking up the warm washcloth he’d brought with him, he gently washed her before tossing the cloth aside.
Pulling the canvas bag to him, he opened it and rummaged until he found the items he wanted. Jessie’s breathing increased.
He took the small vibrator and inserted the tip into her glistening pussy. She let out a moan. Gently, he worked it in and out of her, keeping the pace slow and easy. Her clit hardened and began to turn redder as blood rushed to it. Her breathing increased in speed. It only took seconds, and she was bucking and squirming.
“Caleb,” she said softly.
“This is for you, my pet. Come for me again and again. It’s all about you.” He wanted this to be all about her. Their first time together he wanted her pleased and sated. He was going to brand her with his Dom style.
Chapter Four
Three days later, Jessie sat in her office, trying to get some work done. She glanced up at the clock. Caleb should be here anytime now. She’d asked him to come in early today so she could make sure he understood how all the equipment in the private area worked since he would be working there tonight.
After their session in his cabin, they hadn’t had any time alone. But that didn’t stop her pussy from creaming every time she saw him. His gentle loving restored some of her faith in a Dominant. He hadn’t pushed her for more than she was willing to give. Now if they only had more time together.
She’d been busy and he... Well, he was doing whatever he did when he wasn’t working. Probably sleeping since they did keep pretty late hours. Last night, Becky had showed her how many people signed up for the private area for the weekend. It was almost triple their normal attendance and getting close to capacity. She was going to need Caleb in the private area to help.
The sound of locks turning brought Jessie out of her chair and down the small hallway to the private door. All her employees had keys.
“Hey, Caleb,” she said.
“Hey, yourself.” The sexy grin he flashed caused her blood to heat and her nipples to tighten. The other day was just a teaser, and her body wanted more. She couldn’t wait until Caleb tied her up.
“Thanks for coming in early.”
“Not a problem.” He strode over to her. Mischief gleamed in his eyes, and she caught her breath. “But before we start...”
His lips crashed down on hers, and his arms curved around her waist, pulling her hard against him.
Her mind went blank. Well, almost blank. Her breasts were crushed against his chest and her heart began to pound.
Her mouth opened, and his tongue dove in. Her arms went around his neck, her fingers finding his silky hair. Oh, Lord, she hadn’t been kissed like this since...well since he kissed her the other day. She wanted more.
When they broke apart, they were both breathing hard. “I couldn’t wait another minute to taste your sweetness.”
Jessie sighed, resting her head against Caleb’s chest. She’d like nothing better than for him to take her into the club and have his way with her, but they had work to do. “I’d love to continue this, but we do have work to do.”
“Yeah.” He brushed his lips over hers before setting her away from him. “I’m going to have a damn hard-on all night.”
“It’s your own fault.” She turned and marched down the hall but made sure to exaggerate the swing of her hips. Jessie turned the lights on in the private area as they walked through the door.
“As I mentioned before, the private area is just that—private. People pay a hefty price in membership to be in this area.”
“Is that one of the reasons the club is so successful?”
She tilted her head and gazed at him. “Could be, but many clubs are membership exclusive. I don’t think we do anything special.”
He nodded, and she continued. “In the public area, we only have two stages. In the private we have eight. Four on each side of the room.” She gestured with her hands. “There are five private rooms in back as well.”
“How are the private rooms handled?”
“We ask members to sign up in advance so we can make sure we have someone available
to monitor them.”
“Someone watches them?”
“Not exactly.” She pushed open one of the private room doors and motioned for him to enter before pointing to the ceiling. “There are powerful microphones strategically set up in the room. If the safeword is spoken a DM is sent to check.”
“You don’t trust the Doms?”
“It isn’t a matter of trust. Sometimes problems happen, and I won’t have that in my club. What happened with Miss Peacock was unacceptable, especially in the public area. BDSM has enough bad press without her adding to it. And I keep the private area held to the same standards.”
“Who listens?”
“Becky, after she finishes with reception. If things are too crazy, I’ll do it sometimes but usually just Becky.” They stepped out of the room. “Which brings up the cell phone. There are new codes.”
“Okay.”
“The rooms are one through five, left to right as we stand facing them. So if there is an issue, Becky will send a text with the number eleven for room one, twelve for room two and so on.”
“Got it.”
“Okay, go ahead and look at the stages and equipment. I’m not sure what you’re familiar with or not.”
“Yes, boss lady.” He flashed a smile before walking off. He’d taken to calling her boss lady at times, and she really didn’t mind it.
Jessie enjoyed watching Caleb move around the stages and equipment. His tight ass flexed with each step, his muscles pulled against his shirt when he stretched, and damn if he didn’t make her hot.
He was a man who was sure of everything he did. Jessie ran her hands down over her stomach. How would it feel to play a real scene with Caleb? Her breath hitched. How would it feel to service him? Would he want to do it publicly or privately?
Her heart picked up speed. Would he be firm or tender? Gentle or rough? She could picture herself on the kneeler with him behind her, lashing her ass with a flogger, making it glow.
