Red Club Temptation

by Marie Tuhart

  But she’d held on by a thread. Sucking his cock allowed her to take her attention off of her own reactions and concentrate on him. He was thick and long. He’d been very careful with her being in the stocks.

  Her hand rose to her stomach, and she rubbed it softly. She could barely believe how wet she’d gotten when he put her on the kneeler and into the stocks. Now she knew why some slaves loved it.

  The thudding of a bag hitting the floor had her turning her head toward the door. Caleb stood there in all his glory, his dark eyes gleaming with lust and passion. His shaft was erect, pointing to his stomach. Not an ounce of fat on this man. He was gorgeous, and she had to wonder how she could hold on to him for more than just a night or two.

  She pushed the thought away. Now wasn’t the time to worry about him moving on to someone else. This was their time, and she wouldn’t allow any self doubt. Keeping eye contact, he padded over to the bed. She let her hand fall back onto the sheet.

  “What are you thinking?” He knelt on the mattress.

  “That you are absolutely a handsome man.” She tempered her words just a bit. Not that it wasn’t true.

  “Hmmm... You looked deeper in thought than that.” He maneuvered his body between her spread legs. “Could it be,” his fingers parted her pussy lips, “that you were,” he blew on her clit, and she whimpered, “reliving what I just did to you.” This time, he swept his tongue over her hard nub.

  “Oh, God, yes, Sir.” She fought not to buck under him. He kissed his way up her body, from her groin, over her stomach, between her breasts, until he reached her mouth.

  “I can’t wait any longer, Jessie-mine. I need to fuck you.” His cock nudged her opening, and then he thrust into her wet core with one hard push.

  “Ahhhh,” she cried out. Her mouth opened, and she gasped for breath. She hadn’t expected him to be so darn big.

  He stilled and brushed her hair away from her face. “Damn, you’re snug. Are you okay?”

  “Yes, Sir.” She took a deep breath and let it out, letting her core muscles relax around his cock.

  “Did I hurt you?”

  The concern in his voice had her hiding a smile. “Surprised, not hurt.” And that was the truth. She hadn’t expected him to thrust like that.

  “Look at me, Jessie-mine.” He waited until their gazes connected. “This is us. I’m going to fuck you, and you may come. Then I’m going to do it again and again. And maybe after a few times, I’ll finally be satisfied.”

  A tremor scampered up her spine. “Yes, Sir. One question, if I may?” She waited until he nodded. “What time is it, Sir?”

  He grinned. “Don’t worry, we have time. I made sure of that.” His cock slid out of her pussy and then back in again.

  Jessie started to close her eyes in bliss.

  “No, Jessie-mine. Eyes open, keep them on me.” Each time he slid home, she wanted to close her eyes and savor the feeling of his cock in her pussy, the friction of his thrusts and the tightening of her channel.

  It was as if there was an invisible emotional connection between them. Jessie didn’t know how to explain it. It must have been there years ago, but now it was stronger. Her arms encircled his neck as he lowered his head.

  His mouth brushed over hers, softly, tenderly. She opened her mouth to his, and his tongue plunged between her lips. Their tongues began twisting around each other and the kiss became deeper, more intense.

  His kisses were as easy going as his fucking was, but soon he picked up the pace. Her hips met him thrust for thrust, their tongues tangling and dueling with each other. The flutters began in her stomach almost before she was aware of them. With each stroke they grew stronger until she cried out into his mouth as her climax took over.

  Caleb released her lips. “That’s one.”

  He was still hard, and she was barely down from the first climax when the next one hit. “Caleb,” she whispered, her arms tightening around his neck. Her blood was on fire for this man, only this man.

  “One more for me, Jessie-mine.” He nuzzled her breasts, and his hand slipped down to find her clit as he began to piston faster.

  Jessie began panting. His finger rubbed her clit, and her hips met his for every stroke, faster and faster. Her stomach tightened. “I...” She couldn’t get the words out. Her entire focus was on him and the delicious sensations he was creating within her.

  When he began to thrust even harder, her body started to shake. The sensations of his cock forcing its way in and out of her pussy were overwhelming. She couldn’t tell where he ended and she began.

  “Now, Jessie-mine.” He pinched her clit.

  Jessie screamed as she came again. Caleb stiffened then he pulsed, hot and wet, deep inside her. He held himself rigid above her and let out a breath, his forehead touching hers. “You are fantastic.” His lips caressed hers before he rolled to his side, taking her with him, keeping them connected.

  “We kind of went out of the scene there.” Jessie laid her head on his chest, loving being this close to him. Her hand wandered over his tight abs enjoying the play of his muscles against her palm.

  “Yes, not that it matters.” His fingers traced her spine. “How do you feel?”

  “Good. Alive. Satisfied.”

  His husky laugh had her smiling. “Not sore or anything?”

  Snuggling closer, Jessie tilted her head and kissed his jaw. “Not right now. Tomorrow is another story. There are some muscles that haven’t been worked in a while.”

  “Do you know how beautiful you look when you come apart in my arms?” His lips brushed her forehead. “Then there are those little cries you give when I’m flogging your ass and the meows of pleasure when you suck my cock.”

  “Only for you,” she whispered, suddenly tired.

  “Rest. We have some time before others arrive.”

  Becky and Evan had booked in a session at six. She grinned before letting her eyes close.

  Caleb watched Jessie as she slept. Her face relaxed in sexual contentment. She was so perfect for him. It was a shame he had to leave soon.

  The thought had his muscles tensing. He didn’t want to leave. Lying there, Caleb started to look back at the last few months in Lobster Cove. When he first got here, he couldn’t wait to leave. Now things had changed.

  The darkness of his past no longer colored his perception of Lobster Cove. No one blamed him for what had happened with Susie and his father, or blamed him for leaving. Many of the residents stopped him on the street when they saw him and told him they were glad he’d come home. And it was beginning to feel like home again. Mainly because of the woman lying in his arms.

  He didn’t want to think about leaving, not right now while he had Jessie in his arms. He’d find a way to make this work, even if it meant him flying down every weekend from Chicago.

  Chapter Six

  By Sunday night, Caleb was exhausted and he figured Jessie was, too. Instead of him going home each night after work, he found himself in her bed with her in his arms.

  They’d played since Monday. Tuesday no one had booked the club, so Caleb took his time with Jessie. Then work started on Wednesday, but each night they ended up in her bed together.

  Matt had been texting him daily. Caleb’s guilt was building. He was being truthful with Matt when he said he couldn’t see anything Jessie was doing differently outside of the masks that they weren’t already doing.

  Well, maybe things like selling toys and having a few different pieces of equipment, but that was really it. But every night they were open, they were busy. The weekends in particular were hectic. Matt was getting impatient, and Caleb worried Matt would come to Lobster Cove if Caleb didn’t give him the results he wanted.

  Caleb took his position in the private area. A Dom had asked for permission to gag the sub, and Jessie had granted it. Caleb wanted to be close just in case.

  Something about the sub’s expression and body language were off. Yes, the sub was kneeling like many of them did; yet, he couldn�
��t quite get over the feeling of discord. Maybe because the sub was already gagged.

  The sub was tied to the bondage table and the Dom began to work on her. Caleb could appreciate the way the Dom flogged the sub with each stroke, coming down in a different spot before starting over, not hitting anything vital.

  The Dom spoke softly and picked up a cane. He swung the cane several times, his muscles budging as he did so. The sub began to tremble within her bounds. The heavy thwack had Caleb flinching. It was then he saw the scarf float from the sub’s hand. And the Dom drew back.

  Caleb pushed the buttons on his cell phone and jumped up on the stage. The sub wasn’t just trembling, she was downright shaking. And the Dom wasn’t paying attention or didn’t care based on the sneer on his face.

  Before the Dom could bring the cane down, Caleb caught his arm.

  “Fuck, let go,” the man yelled.

  “Your sub has dropped her scarf.”

  “I don’t care.”

  “I do.” Caleb pushed the man back a step. Where they hell did these Doms come from? A good Dom never ever continued when their sub safeworded out. End of discussion. He had no patience for those who broke that sacred rule. “You know the rules.”

  “Screw the rules, this bitch deserves it.”

  “No woman deserves to be beaten.” Caleb pried the cane from the man and tossed it onto the table as Jessie and Ryan mounted the stairs.

  “Get this fucking DM off me.”

  Jessie looked from him, to the Dom, to the sub, and finally to the scarf laying on the stage. “She’s had enough.”

  “I will decide that, not you.”

  Jessie huffed out a breath. “Get him off the stage now,” she said in a low voice.

  “With pleasure.” Caleb and Ryan forced the Dom off the stage. The entire time he was protesting. Those who had been watching the scene drifted away. The man struggled with him and Ryan, but they held him fast.

  Anger shook Jessie to her core. Jessie untied the sub, wincing at the marks on the woman’s body. While Paul had been physical, he’d never gotten to this stage. No, Paul was more into humiliation. He didn’t want his work to show physically.

  Jessie first took the sub’s gag off so she could breathe through her tears, gently pushing her long blonde hair out of her face. Then she began undoing the restraints, noticing the burn marks on her fair skin.

  “I’m so sorry,” the sub sobbed.

  “You have nothing to be sorry for.” Jessie was careful as she rubbed the sub’s limbs, red from being tied up. Up close she could see the finger bruises on her hips and welts. Welts from more than just from tonight’s caning. Damn.

  “I’ve disappointed my Master.”

  “How did you get the bruises?” Jessie kept her voice low as she helped the sub sit up.

  “I was bad.” More tears fell, and Jessie knelt down.

  “Tell me what happened, please.” Her heart was pounding with fear for this sub.

  “I was late two nights ago. I work in Trenton, and there was a horrible accident on the highway.”

  Jessie grabbed a couple of paper towels and a blanket. She handed the sub the paper towels and wrapped the blanket around her. The sub would crash soon. “Keep going.”

  “Well, I got stuck in the backup, and I was two hours late. I did call and leave a message.” She hiccupped, and her fingers curled around Jessie’s. “But when I got home, Master was angry. He stripped me out of my clothes and gripped me by the hips hard before he tied me over a saw horse. He put a gag in my mouth and started flogging me.”

  Jessie sucked in a breath. “What did he flog you with?”

  “At first it was just the one we always use—suede forty tails. But then he pulled out the single tail.” A new sob escaped the sub, and Jessie squeezed her hand.

  “And the burns?” Jessie’s stomach turned over.

  “A cigar.” The girl trembled.

  “It’s okay.” Jessie fought to keep her anger out of her voice. The Dom was such an asshole. “I want you to listen to me.” She waited until the sub’s gaze met hers. “This is not your fault. No real Dom beats their sub just because of a traffic accident. You had no control over that.”

  “But—”

  Jessie shook her head. “No buts. A good Dom understands. You were not at fault.” The sub nodded, but Jessie knew she was still blaming herself. It would take a while.

  Pulling her phone out, she pushed the buttons, and within a minute, Yvonne had left the bar and was at her side.

  Together they helped the sub stand. “Yvonne will take you to a private room and sit with you.”

  The sub nodded through her tears.

  Jessie leaned over to Yvonne. “Sit with her, and don’t leave her alone.”

  Yvonne nodded.

  “I’ll have Amy bring you some lotion and more warm blankets.” Jessie helped Yvonne get the young sub off the stage and then watched as they walked away.

  She then marched over to the men. “My office. Now.” Her voice was low and tight as she turned and stomped away.

  The three followed and once they were in her office with the door closed, Jessie ripped her mask off. “What the fuck were you doing, Ron?”

  “She’s my sub, Jessie.” Caleb and Ryan released Ron’s arms, but the guys were still tense. Jessie didn’t blame them. Ron stripped his mask off.

  “Submissive, not whipping post. Damn it, she’s got bruises, welts, burns, and she safeworded.”

  “She knows better than to safeword. She deserves to be punished.”

  “That’s bullshit, and you know it.” Jessie wanted to slap Ron for being such an idiot and ass. “You know the rules. You’re banned from the club.”

  Ron took a step forward, and both Caleb and Ryan grabbed his arms. “You were always a prick, Ron,” Caleb said, taking his mask off with his other hand.

  “Well, if it isn’t Caleb Drake.” Ron’s lip turned up. “I can’t believe you’re here, and he’s your DM.” Ron’s gaze came back to her.

  “Yes.” Jessie took a deep breath. Her heart was hurting for the sub. “And who my DMs are doesn’t matter.”

  “Ah, but it does.” Ron shook the two men off and rubbed his hands together.

  Her stomach clenched. What was Ron up to?

  “If I remember right, you two were pretty tight during high school. Did he ever tell you why he left?”

  “This isn’t about Caleb.” And it wasn’t. Part of her wondered why she was listening to Ron. Maybe because she wanted to know more about why Caleb had left.

  “He got Susie Winston knocked up and beat her until she lost the baby. His dad tried to stop him, but had a heart attack instead. Caleb skipped town before any charges could be brought against him.”

  Jessie looked at Caleb, but he wasn’t looking at her. He was staring at Ron. She bit her lower lip. She remembered hearing about it. Jessie had also known Caleb was innocent.

  After Caleb had left town, Jessie had talked with her mother about what had happened. Her mother agreed with her that Caleb would never hurt a woman, any woman. But he’d left town so he wouldn’t have to deal with the rumors and innuendoes.

  She’d seen none of that since Caleb came back, in fact, several of the old timers told her they liked that Caleb had finally come home. He was a good man. And she trusted Caleb.

  “Caleb wasn’t responsible,” Jessie said.

  The second the words left her mouth, Caleb’s gaze was on her face, and she saw the relief there. And she wondered why? Did he really think she’d believe Ron?

  “You are such a push-over, Jessie. You always were.” Ron waved his hands in the air.

  “That’s where you’re wrong.” She stiffened her spine. “You’re blackballed, Ron, from here and every other club I have contacts with. Everyone will know what you did tonight.”

  “You can’t do that. I just got a little carried away.”

  “Really.” She put her hands on her hips and stared him down. “You signed the agreement wit
h my club, and it will stand up in a court of law, if you want to take it that far.” Ron opened his mouth, but she put her hand up. “While I was untying your sub, Ron, we had a nice little chat. I know exactly what you did to her a couple of nights ago.”

  “She’s lying.”

  “You’re the one lying. You’re nothing but a bully and an abuser. I’d take her word over yours any day. Besides, I saw the burns on her breasts and the bruises. You’re done here. Get him the hell out of my club.”

  “Our pleasure,” both Ryan and Caleb said before they marched Ron out of her office.

  Jessie sank down onto her desk chair and picked up the phone. Rusty would know who to call. Word was going out tonight about Ron. This was different than the Miss Peacock incident and much more heinous.

  God, what was wrong with some Doms. The lifestyle wasn’t about abuse. It was about pleasure and love.

  ****

  A few minutes later, Caleb returned to Jessie’s office to find her on the phone. She motioned him in, her face tight and her eyes gleaming with anger. He sank down onto the chair, trying to quell his nerves as he waited for her to finish.

  “Thanks, Rusty.” She nodded. “Yeah, talk to you later.” She dropped the receiver onto the cradle and stared at him. “What a night.”

  “About what Ron said,” he started. He wanted to explain to her. No, needed to explain it.

  “I know what Ron said wasn’t true.” Her voice was calm not a trace of anger.

  He could only stare at her. Why wasn’t she upset?

  “You’ve worked for me for several months, and we’ve played together. I’ve learned about you Caleb, about the man you’ve become.”

  “When I left Lobster Cove I wasn’t in a very good place, mentally.”

  “What eighteen-year-old is?” She waved her hand in the air. “Heck, I wanted to leave and never come back. I wanted to be my own woman away from my mother’s judgment on my submissiveness. But Mom wouldn’t let me.”

  “What did she do?” Lacey Michaels had been a hard woman, but she also loved her daughter.