Red Club Temptation

by Marie Tuhart

  She shifted from one foot to the other. What about the St. Andrews cross, him playing with her breasts, clamping her nipples and her clit, and then pulling the chain that attached them all together? She groaned.

  “You okay?”

  Jessie hadn’t heard Caleb come up to her.

  “Yeah, I’m fine.” She hoped she wasn’t blushing.

  “You were a million miles away and grinning. Care to share the fantasy?”

  Damn, caught. “Later,” she promised. “What do you have questions on?”

  “I’m holding you to the later.” He brushed his finger down her cheek. “Two items I’m not familiar with.” He sauntered to the stage that held the big metal wheel with places to bind a person to.

  “The Medallion.” She climbed the two short stairs onto the stage. “It is a lot like a St. Andrews cross in that you can tie someone up. But it can be used for so much more.” She ran her hand over the polished metal frame. “You can rig a sub up to it, you can do rope bondage as well as do electro play because of the metal in it.” She leaned down. “Back here there is a pin to spin the wheel or position it differently.”

  Caleb knelt down next to her to examine the pin and how the wheel was held in place. “I’ve never seen this before.”

  “I had it specially commissioned.” His body heat called out to her. She wanted to run her palms down over his well-defined back. “What other one do you have a question about?”

  Taking her hand, he led her over to the last stage which held the large wooden frame with a stock, a bench, planks and D rings. “I have never seen a bondage system like this.”

  “It’s relatively new; we got it several months ago.” Together they climbed up on the stage. “It’s pretty easy. Everything is adjustable.” She showed him how to move or remove the wood stocks and planks. “There are eyelets in the top to support hanging. A Dom can suspend a sub by the arms and legs, in the middle or on the side of the frame. They can also have them on their back, use the stocks or not. There is a cock stock as well for the Dommes to use. The bench has adjustable wrist and knee supports along with calf stirrups.”

  “Quite the invention.” Caleb ran his hands over the wood frame, and Jessie’s stomach tightened as she remembered his hand caressing her skin.

  “Yes, it’s been a big hit with the private crowd.” How would it feel to have him tie her up to it? Her nipples tightened to hard nubs. To expose her? Her core tightened. To have his way with her? Her heart fluttered with excitement.

  “What about the cages?” He gestured to several of them around the room.

  Jessie blinked and got her libido under control. “They’re open to anyone, and if they want to suspend their sub, they have to request it.”

  “What about the gliders and rodeo machines?”

  “First come, first serve, like the cages. And if they forget to bring their own toys, we do sell them in the private area.” She strode over to the bar. “Lisa and Amy are usually both here. Like the public area, we provide water, juice and soda, but if you’ll come back here...” She motioned him to the backside of the bar.

  Jessie kept her eye on Caleb. Behind the bar were shelves full of supplies for the patrons.

  “Holy crap.”

  Jessie laughed. “In the private area we have the full range of supplies.”

  “Full range.” Caleb waved his hand at the display. “You’ve got condoms, dildos, vibrators, cock rings, lube, rope, and quite a few other items.”

  “Sometimes members forget their toys or want do something new on the spur of the moment. I want them to enjoy their time here.”

  “And by the looks of some of the screw on and vac-u-lock dildos, the rodeo and glider machines are quite popular.”

  “They are. We have four of each and many times it’s not enough.”

  “Will you buy more?” He stepped behind her and put his hands on her waist as they both faced the bar.

  “Not just yet.” The heat from his chest seeped into her back.

  “And have you ever ridden one?” he whispered in her ear.

  Damn, her pussy flooded at his words. “No.”

  “Then on Monday we shall make that our first thing of play.”

  “Monday?” she squeaked out.

  “I already put my name down on the schedule.” His lips brushed her cheek. “I can’t wait to see you on the glider. Your legs spread open, me sitting in front of you, my hand on the control.” He picked up one of the larger vac-u-lock dildos. “The head of this dildo parting your pussy lips, then I push the control with my hand, and the dildo goes in your wet pussy with a slow, gentle thrust.”

  Her knees went weak. “Caleb.”

  “Then I pull the control handle and it slides back out only for me to thrust it in your moistness again. Sometimes slow and gentle, other times hard and fast. Will you come for me, Jessie?”

  Her head fell forward as she thrust her ass back against his groin.

  “I know we’re working right now, but just think about it, Jessie.” He trapped her between the bar and his body, the ridge of his cock rubbing against her ass. “Your hands tied so you can’t use them, feet positioned so you can’t get any traction. Me controlling the depth and speed of that one long, thick dildo going in and out of your pussy…”

  Oh, God. Her core muscles clenched. Her eyes closed. She could imagine Caleb manipulating the machine, fucking her with it.

  “I’m going to bring you to climax on the glider, and then I’m going to take you to the bondage wheel, tie you up, and fuck you until we’re both so weak we can barely stand.”

  Hell, she could barely stand now. The sound of a door slamming brought her out of the sensual haze Caleb had seduced her into. “Someone is here.”

  “Yes.” He squeezed her waist before releasing her and stepping back.

  Taking a deep breath, Jessie straightened and faced him. Damn, she was going to be wet all night. “Tonight you’ll be the floor DM, which means you wander around the room, keeping an eye on the audience, the cages, gliders, and rodeo machines. If someone has a question or needs something, they’ll flag you down first.” At least her voice was steady as she told him of his duties for tonight.

  “Who will I be working with tonight?”

  “Ryan, Evan, Ian, and Josh.”

  He nodded. “I’m looking forward to Monday.”

  “So am I.” Jessie forced herself to stride across the room. Each step was torture, but all she had to do was make it to Monday.

  ****

  What a Friday night, Jessie thought as she walked into her office. Caleb and the others were cleaning up the equipment and refilling the baskets. She offered to help, but they’d shooed her off. In a way she was glad. She sank down in her office chair, folded her arms on her desk, and laid her head down.

  Tiredness filled her mind. Friday night had been intense. But Caleb had done an excellent job. A smile crossed her lips. He’d been propositioned by two Dommes and three Doms. She wasn’t surprised when he turned them all down, but the shocked look on his face told her he hadn’t expected it.

  She heard everyone calling out good nights and the door opening and closing. Jessie didn’t move; she’d get up in a few and lock up. “You okay?”

  Her head snapped up. “Oh, Caleb, I thought everyone left.”

  “They did. I’ll repeat, are you okay?”

  “Just tired. What a hectic night.”

  “Is it like that a lot?”

  “Sometimes.” She shrugged after standing and walked toward him. “Excuse me.”

  He was blocking her way out of her office. “No.”

  “What?” Her gaze snapped to his face. The playful gleam in his eyes made her insides warm. She trusted Caleb he would never hurt her.

  “I said no.” He framed her waist with his hands. She trembled slightly beneath his hold. “Do you know I’ve been hard all night?”

  Jessie swallowed. She almost retorted she’d been wet all night, but stopped herself just in time.
“Caleb—”

  “You like saying my name a lot.” He marched her back until her spine pressed against the wall.

  She took a deep breath and inhaled the masculine scent of pine along with a little sweat. His fingers encircled her wrists and brought her hands up over her head. Her breasts swelled as they pressed against his chest.

  “I thought we were waiting until Monday,” she said.

  “Who says we have to wait?” His hips met hers and his fabric covered erection pulsed against the bare skin of her thigh.

  “Oh, dear, I think maybe I’ve bitten off more than I can chew.” She grinned at him, and a twinkle came into his eyes.

  “Since it’s after hours and everyone has gone home, I think some fun time for us is in order.”

  Her breath caught in her throat and her tiredness was swept away. “And what are your orders, Sir?” A zing went straight to her clit.

  “Oh, so you want to play.” He grinned at her. “Can we use the private area?”

  “I’m the boss. We can do whatever I want.”

  His grin widened. “To the private area with you.” He released her and stepped away.

  “I need to make sure everything is locked up first.”

  “I’ll see to it. Go and wait by the exposure bench.”

  She nodded and slipped by him. Jessie swung her hips like she’d done earlier, and the sound of Caleb’s groan made her smile. Once inside the private room, she made her way on stage to the exposure bench.

  The bench was well padded, with bolts in the heavy wood and a T cross at the top. How would Caleb tie her? Legs up? Or just her arms?

  Her heart pounded in her chest. She’d never used this piece of equipment. Hell, who was she kidding? She hadn’t used any of the equipment in the club. Without thought, she wiped the equipment down.

  When she finished, Caleb climbed onto the stage with several sets of cuffs and a small flogger in his hand. A shiver of excitement and apprehension went up her spine.

  “Strip.”

  Jessie was glad she wore a skirt and a light blouse. She quickly removed them and the cami she had underneath the blouse. She slipped off the soft ballet-like shoes she’d worn.

  “Why did you wear those tonight? You usually wear heels.”

  “Because I knew I’d be standing all night, and I didn’t want sore feet.” Her fingers hooked around her thong, and she let it fall to her feet. She could see a wet spot on the fabric where it had covered her pussy.

  “On the bench, on your back.”

  Blowing out a breath, Jessie strode over to the bench and laid down. Her feet were flat on the floor, and she crossed her arms over her stomach. The headrest was at a slight incline so she didn’t have to lift her head to watch Caleb.

  “Have you ever used this before?”

  “No, Sir.”

  Caleb attached the first set of cuffs around her wrists, and then on her ankles and upper thighs. He attached the chains provided by the bench.

  “Arms down.”

  Jessie’s arms fell to her sides, and he pulled them back as he tightened the chains to the position he wanted. Caleb stood between her legs. He lifted each leg up against his body and leaned forward, pushing her legs open.

  She sucked in a breath. First the thigh cuffs were tightened and tied off, and then her ankles. When he stepped back, she couldn’t breathe from excitement. She was wide open to whatever he wanted.

  Her ass was on the edge of the bench, her knees bent and close to her shoulders, her ankles stretched out to the sides farther than her knees. The cool air of the club caressing her pussy made it clench with need. He went to the head of the bench and adjusted the leg chains, pulling them tighter, and then did the same with the thigh ones.

  Muscles strained and pulled—not hard—but just enough she would feel them the next morning.

  “Okay?” he asked.

  “Yes.”

  “We’ll use the club’s safeword.”

  Jessie nodded and stared up at Caleb’s face. Even with Paul she hadn’t felt this exposed, this vulnerable. But instead of deep fear, her stomach tightened with anticipation.

  “I have a leather flogger.” He ran it over her breasts, twirling it around her nipples until they hardened. “I want to see how you respond to it.” The tails were trailed down to her mound and then back up. He swept over her pussy, and she shook.

  “Pleasure, not pain, my pet,” he said before the flogger came down on her exposed ass.

  It stung, but not painfully. Caleb started off slow, one side then the other, making sure not to hit anything other than her ass and the back of her thighs. Delicious warmth flowed into her muscles.

  His rhythm grew faster, and Jessie’s eyes closed as she concentrated on the sensations coursing through her body. Each strike caused her ass cheeks to clench and then relax. Tingles of pleasure slipped into her blood, flowing through her entire nervous system.

  After a few minutes, her mind began to go blank, and she let herself just feel, to float off on the cloud of pleasure.

  Caleb noticed the second Jessie went into subspace. His heart swelled with pride. She trusted him enough to let go. He’d been flogging her gently for about twenty minutes. Her ass and thighs were a nice shade of pink. Just what he planned.

  Her body was now lax in the restraints, a dreamy look on her face, her gaze unfocused. He hadn’t expected her to go into subspace so quickly. It just showed him how receptive she was to the right Dom. Setting the flogger on the floor, he began to loosen the restraints.

  “No,” she whispered. “More.”

  “Not tonight, sweetheart.” He finished untying her, and he lifted her into his arms.

  He frowned. She was light, almost too light. He’d have to talk to her about her weight. Going down the steps, he sat down on one of the sofas and cradled her in his lap. Gently stroking her arms, her back, and talked to her softly.

  Aftercare was important to him. If she had an immediate subdrop, he wanted to be there for her. It also gave him time to cuddle with Jessie and process their time together.

  Caleb grabbed the blanket he’d set down earlier and covered Jessie with it while he still held her. Then he picked up a bottle of water. Twisting the cap off, he brought the water to her lips.

  “Drink, pet.”

  She opened her mouth and drank some of the water before nudging it away and snuggling closer to him. Caleb set the water down and continued to stroke her through the fabric. He mentally began to make plans for the next play time. But after a few minutes his mind drifted back to the woman he held in his arms. He wanted to keep her there.

  ****

  Jessie woke the next morning and stretched. “Ouch.” Her thigh muscles hurt. What the hell had she done? The events of last night rolled through her brain. Oh. My. God.

  She’d gone into subspace. She’d never done that. She’d only heard and read about it. But she did remember Caleb rubbing her arms and legs, and talking to her in a soft voice telling her how beautiful she was. How his flogger loved her ass. Him encouraging her to drink water.

  Sliding out of bed, she made her way over to the full length mirror, turned and looked over her shoulder. Her ass was its normal color. She ran her palms over the pale globes. A little tender but nothing she couldn’t handle.

  She glanced at the bed. Both sides were rumpled. Caleb had stayed with her. She tilted her head and listened. No shower running. Then she noticed a piece of paper propped up on her dresser.

  Jessie, it started. Last night was fun and exciting. Can’t wait until we do it again.

  Me either. A thrill of excitement coursed through her. She wanted the caress of his flogger on her ass again.

  I let myself out early this morning. I’ll see you tonight, and don’t forget. Monday is our day.

  Monday? Then she remembered. Caleb said he’d booked the club on Monday. With a spring in her step, she took a quick shower and then made herself something to eat. It was almost as if she’d woken from a long deep sleep.
She was alive and happy. She hadn’t felt this level of excitement in a long, long time.

  And it was all because of Caleb. Her Dom. She grinned. Two months ago, if someone told her she’d find a Dom like Caleb, she would have laughed in their face. Now she was happy she took a chance with him.

  She set the plate of eggs, bacon, and toast on the table and dug in. She had a feeling she was going to need her strength to keep up with Caleb.

  ****

  The ringing of his cell phone woke Caleb. Reaching over, he snatched it off his night stand. “What is it?”

  “Grumpy, aren’t we?”

  Matt’s amused voice brought Caleb instantly awake. “Hey, Matt.” He glanced at the clock. Eleven-thirty. He hadn’t slept that late in a while.

  “Sorry to wake you.”

  “No problem.” Caleb slid out of bed nude and made his way into the kitchen to start some coffee. At least it was Sunday, and tomorrow he could play with Jessie.

  “Well, any new developments?”

  Caleb shook his head. It wasn’t that he’d forgotten why he was in Lobster Cove, but he just chose to put it in the back of his mind and ignore it. Somehow it didn’t feel right him spying on Jessie, but he owed Matt.

  “Nothing new.” And there really wasn’t. “I’ve been promoted to the private room.”

  “Good. You should be able to find out why her club is so popular.”

  “Maybe.” Caleb rubbed his stomach. “Matt, so far I haven’t seen anything that we’re not already doing.”

  “There has to be something.” There was another voice in the background, and then Matt said, “Something has to make the club special to keep that kind of popularity.”

  “You mean outside of the lobsters dressed up in leather, one bound and the other wielding a whip.” Caleb grinned. The first time he saw the life-sized decorations his mouth had dropped open.

  Jessie had told him that Ryan had come up with the idea, and the tourists loved it.

  “Yeah that was an interesting touch.”

  Matt had been to the club, and that’s why he sent Caleb there. It had just been good timing that Jessie needed a DM.

  The coffee pot made its last gurgle, and Caleb poured himself a cup. “I heard from Rusty about the Miss Peacock incident. Has it caused any issues?” Matt asked.