I sat while he opened his laptop and sipped his coffee. I ate in silence, watching him as he typed. When his gaze lifted to mine, he seemed to be checking to see if I was eating.
“Are you finished?”
I nodded, pushing the remainder of my oatmeal away. I rarely ate breakfast and the only reason I had was because I hated to see all of it go to waste. It was evident Sir was not going to eat. I had no idea why he even bothered having me make anything.
“Good.” He picked up his phone. “I need to take this call.”
I started to get up. “I’ll just go watch TV or something.”
Sir shook his head, then motioned for me to come toward him.
“I’d actually like to feel that sweet mouth on my dick while I’m on my call.”
Heat infused me at his words.
“Crawl under the table, sweetness. Work me over with your mouth, but if you make me come, you will be punished.”
The thought of punishment still terrified me. After what Master had done…
“Don’t make me ask twice.”
Realizing I’d frozen, I shook off the thought and dropped to my knees, crawling beneath the table. Sir did the honors of freeing his cock before taking a seat in the chair.
“Yes, this is Landon Moore.”
Deciding to treat this as the honor that it was, I started teasing Sir’s cock with my tongue, taking my time tasting him while he spoke above me. I couldn’t make out every word, but I wasn’t trying to either. I got lost in the taste of him, using my hand to stroke him while licking and sucking his cock and balls. I had no idea how much time had passed when Sir pushed back his chair, stealing his cock right out of my mouth.
“Come here, pet,” he ordered.
I crawled out from under the table and got to my feet. I had barely managed to stand tall when he physically lifted me and carried me over to the island, setting my butt on the cold granite.
“Lie back.” His tone was rough, commanding.
I lay back and he pushed my thighs apart, driving my knees toward my chest, then fused his mouth to my pussy. It didn’t take long before I was writhing and moaning while his tongue worked me over, sending me spiraling dangerously close to orgasm.
He hadn’t told me that I couldn’t come, but he hadn’t given me permission either, so I was torn, not sure what I was allowed to do.
Sir must’ve realized my indecision because he lifted his head briefly.
“Come in my mouth, pet.” It was a growled command.
When he suckled my clit, flicking his tongue over the sensitive bundle of nerves, my body soared once more until I was panting. I tipped right over the edge within seconds, flying high on the sensual storm that assaulted me.
“Sir! Oh, God! I’m coming!”
As my release made my body jerk, Sir continued to eat me, driving me right to the precipice again. When he thrust two fingers in my pussy, I contracted around the intrusion, coming again.
I was limp and sated, but clearly Sir wasn’t finished. He stood, jerking my hips toward him. With my ass resting on the very edge of the counter, he impaled me, fucking me roughly, slamming into me again and again. He didn’t stop until my pussy once more squeezed him as another orgasm had my heartrate spiking and my senses going numb.
He came with a roar, stilling inside me as his cock jerked and twitched.
I lay there with a smile on my face, wondering what had brought that on. I had never expected him to lose control like that. When I looked up to ask him, I noticed Sir staring down at me. He didn’t look at all happy and I felt an invisible fist clutch my heart, squeezing tightly.
“Sir? Is something wrong?”
He helped me to my feet.
“Go take a shower, pet.”
“But I already—”
“Go,” he growled roughly. “Shower. Now.”
I stared at him.
His tone was downright cruel when he added, “Don’t make me tell you again.”
Confused, I forced my feet to carry me out of the room. I waited until I was in the living room before I took off at a run, tears flooding my eyes.
I had no idea what I’d done, but obviously, Sir wasn’t pleased.
And once again, I was left feeling as though I had failed him.
It was a feeling I didn’t care for at all.
•
I hiccupped as another sob ripped through me. I was trying to hide my tears beneath the shower spray, not wanting Sir to know that I was crying. I felt stupid, because try as I might, I couldn’t figure out what I’d done wrong. I had been under the table, following his instructions to the letter, when he practically dragged me out before ravishing me.
Still, I knew it had to have been something I did that would make him look at me that way.
Another hiccup echoed against the tile.
The sound of the glass door closing had me spinning around.
Sir moved toward me, completely naked. His eyes scanned my face and he frowned as I took a step back. I didn’t know what to expect and retreating was my natural instinct kicking in.
“Come here.” His words were soft and gentle, the complete opposite of a few minutes ago.
He held open his arms and I walked into his embrace while the warm water poured down on us both.
“I’m sorry, pet,” he whispered in my ear, his hand sliding over my wet hair.
“I don’t know what I did,” I managed, the words broken from the sobs I tried to hold back.
“You didn’t do anything wrong, sweet girl.”
Sir pulled back and cupped my face, forcing me to look at him.
“But…”
“That was all me,” he said, his tone laced with something I didn’t recognize. “You test my control and I don’t like it.”
That didn’t sound good at all.
He tilted my head back more, locking his eyes with mine.
“I’m not allowed to lose control. It’s my job to take care of you. And a Dom who can’t maintain his self-control is worthless.”
I didn’t understand. Well, I did, but I didn’t.
“I promise it won’t happen again,” he said, as though I needed to hear it.
Rather than arguing with him, I wrapped my arms around him and buried my face in his chest. I breathed him in and relaxed, the tears finally stopping. He palmed my head, holding me against him while his other hand caressed my back.
“If I’m bein’ honest,” he said softly, his words rumbling against my ear. “You shouldn’t be here right now.”
I jerked as though he’d slapped me. When I tried to pull away, he tightened his hold, keeping me close.
“I’ve been fueled by emotion, sweet girl. The time we’ve spent together…I want more. But, Langston…” He sighed heavily. “I should’ve let Ben or Justin take the first turn. I would’ve been in a better position to handle things if I’d had a little time.”
I didn’t want him to be in a better position. I liked him just the way he was.
Pulling back, I looked up at him. “Sir, I don’t want to be with anyone else but you right now.”
I knew I couldn’t say too much because he wouldn’t want to hear that either. I’d already made that mistake that morning. I had no intention of pushing him away, making him think I wanted more than he was willing to give.
Which meant I had to tread lightly.
“I don’t want you to either,” he said, curling his fingers behind my neck as he leaned down and pressed his lips to mine. “Come on. Let’s finish in here and we’ll go for a ride. It helps to clear the mind.”
“Horses?” I asked, my eyes wide.
Sir chuckled, turning me to face the water and swatting my butt. “Yes. Horses. Now hurry up.”
“Yes, Sir!” I definitely wasn’t going to argue with that.
Twenty-Eight
“SIR, ARE THERE RULES THAT I should know about?” I asked when we left the house to go to the club later that night. It had been a relatively normal day, with the
exception of the fact that I’d been battling anxiety over going to this club every single second.
“Yes, there are rules.”
“Will I be allowed to speak? Or look people in the eye?”
Sir’s gaze darted over to me and he grinned. “Yes. For the most part.”
I frowned. “What does that mean?”
“It means, you’re there with me tonight. Should another Dom try to engage you in play, I expect you to politely excuse yourself and find your way back to me. You must show respect for any Dom you encounter.”
“We’re going to be separated?” I didn’t like the idea of that.
“If it happens, it’ll only be for a few minutes.”
I nodded, then forced my gaze out the window. I wasn’t sure why disappointment flooded me, but the idea of Sir taking me to a club and then abandoning me wasn’t appealing at all. Certainly not at a BDSM club where another Dom might want to…do whatever.
“If you’re watching a scene, you need to be silent. Do not interrupt or draw attention to yourself.”
“Yes, Sir,” I mumbled.
“And when we scene together tonight, you know your safeword, right?”
I had to look at him then. “I don’t know what it means to scene, Sir.”
He smiled, his eyes on the road. “I’ve got something in mind for you, pet. You’ll enjoy it, I promise.”
“Will I be naked in front of people?”
“Yes.”
I swallowed hard. I’d gotten used to it in front of my bosses, even managed at the island, but the idea of being in a club full of people I didn’t know…it kind of freaked me out. It would be like on the island, only I would have more time to fret about it. I didn’t do well with all that time to think.
Then again, it wasn’t like the outfit I had on covered much anyway. The ruby-red corset was definitely sexy and the indecently short miniskirt flared out when I moved, which, I knew, exposed me to any curious eyes. After all, Sir hadn’t allowed me to wear panties tonight.
My favorite part of my wardrobe was the boots though. I had been surprised when Sir asked me to wear them. They were black leather, high-heeled, and went over my knees. I never considered them something a submissive might wear, but I definitely didn’t tell Sir that.
In my opinion, I looked hot. If it were up to me, I’d like to keep the clothes on, but it wasn’t my decision and I was cognizant of my role tonight, despite my reservations.
“I expect Langston, Ben, and Justin to be there, so you’ll be protected.”
“Protected from what?”
“Since you aren’t collared, the other Doms won’t know that you’re spoken for.”
“Oh.” I looked out the window again. This whole collar thing kind of pissed me off.
“Word will get out quickly that you’re there with me, so you won’t have to worry about it.”
I wasn’t worried about that, but I didn’t feel like elaborating, so I kept my trap shut.
“I’m bringing you here tonight to introduce you to the club scene. I want you to get a taste of what it’s all about. While I know you’ve done your research online, and you’ve had a small taste, I don’t think you truly grasp it yet. And that’s understandable. You can read every book and every blog out there, but you won’t really understand until you’re in the middle of it.”
I nodded.
“You will call me Sir. At no point will you use my name. If you speak to Langston, you will refer to him as Master.”
A chill raced down my spine at the thought of seeing Master while I was with Sir. Even more appealing was the idea of being with them both at the same time. Okay, so maybe this club thing wouldn’t be as bad as I thought.
“And should you speak to Ben or Justin, you’ll refer to them as Master Snowden and Master Parker.”
“Okay.”
“However, you do not speak to them unless spoken to.”
I sighed. It sounded so complicated.
Looking out the window, I noticed we’d returned to downtown; however, we weren’t going to the building the firm was located in. We went deeper in, to a section I probably wouldn’t have gone to by myself.
“Sir, what’s the name of the club?”
“Dichotomy,” he answered easily. “It’s owned by a friend of mine. He opened one up in Texas not too long ago, and due to the overwhelming response, he decided to open one here.”
Never heard of it. “Do you go there often?”
“I do.”
“Do you scene with a lot of submissives there?”
“I have.”
I looked at him again, a feeling of dread filling my belly. “Will you be…spending time with any of them tonight?”
His eyes narrowed and I realized instantly that I had offended him.
“When I’m with you, I’m only with you, Luciana.”
The fact that he used my full name confirmed that I’d struck a nerve.
“I’m sorry, Sir. I didn’t mean…” I sighed and decided to tell him the truth. “I just know that if I saw you with another submissive, I’d be jealous.”
“Thank you for being honest with me, pet. However, don’t disrespect me again by assuming the worst.”
Feeling appropriately chastised, I nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
We pulled into an underground garage. Sir found a spot and parked, then ordered me to stay in the truck. He came around to my side and opened the door.
He stopped me before we started toward the street.
“We’re here to have fun tonight.” He placed his thumb under my chin and forced my head back. “I fully intend to enjoy you while we’re here. I need you to trust me to know what your limits are.” He cocked an eyebrow. “And yes, I’ve seen your limits list. Langston shared it with us. So, you have to trust me.”
“I do trust you, Sir,” I whispered. It was true. I did trust him. Completely.
He gently kissed my lips.
“What’s your safeword, pet?”
“Red.”
He nodded. “This club has rules that must be followed. It’s imperative that you don’t break them. And red also happens to be the club safeword as well, so should you use it, a monitor will come over. You want that anytime you’re playing. It’s for your safety.”
I nodded.
“Should you break a rule and another Dom witnesses it and I don’t, you will be punished. By that Dom.”
I frowned. I didn’t like that idea at all.
Sir grinned. “So don’t break the rules, okay?”
“Easier said than done, Sir.”
He laughed. “I like you, pet. A lot.”
His admission made my heart swell.
“Come on. Let’s go enjoy ourselves.”
Sir linked our fingers together and led me out of the parking garage and onto the sidewalk. We stopped in front of a red door. There were no signs directing people to the club and I assumed that had been done on purpose.
“Members only,” Sir said, answering my silent question.
We stepped inside a small room that held nothing more than a desk and a scantily clad woman. “Welcome back, Master Moore,” the woman greeted.
“Jessica,” Sir acknowledged. “I’d like to introduce you to my submissive, Luci.”
I smiled. “Nice to meet you, Jessica.”
“You, too,” she said sweetly, then glanced up at Sir. “You’ll just need to sign her in for tonight. If you’d like to borrow a protection collar, we have some.”
“It won’t be necessary,” Sir said. “Have you seen my brother tonight?”
“No, Master Moore.”
“Is Master Ramsey here?”
“He is.”
Sir nodded, then scribbled some information on the sheet of paper before he handed over what appeared to be a membership card. Jessica perused it, then slid it through a scanner on the desk. She handed it back with a smile. “Have a good evening, Master Moore.”
Sir placed his hand on the back of my neck and guided me in
to another room. There was a giant man standing there, waiting for us.
“Master Moore, it’s good to see you again,” the man said.
Sir nodded, then waited while the man waved a wand over him from head to toe.
“Any cell phones or cameras?”
“Of course not,” Sir told him, sounding displeased that he’d been asked.
“Just have to ask,” the man said, looking slightly sheepish.
“Understood.”
“Do I have your permission to check your submissive, Sir?”
“You do.”
The man then took the wand and ran it over me from head to toe. It was very clinical, but felt strange considering the setting. I definitely liked the idea of not allowing cameras or cell phones into a place like this. The thought of having videos or pictures of me out there on the web was terrifying. I seriously doubted my mother would understand if she happened to stumble across a picture of me naked, being whipped with a flogger.
“You’re both good to go, Sir.”
Once again, Sir placed his hand on the back of my neck, this time beneath my hair. It was warm and comforting, a subtle reminder that I was here with him.
When the door opened and we stepped into the main club, my senses were assaulted by the bright lights and the boom of bass bouncing off the walls. I couldn’t resist checking it all out. It looked a lot like a regular club, with the exception of the nearly naked submissives wandering about. There were various seating areas as well as a bar that ran the length of one wall, and the music thumped through the speakers in the ceiling.
“They do not serve alcohol here,” Sir informed me. “It’s the owner’s preference. He’d prefer not to risk the chance of something going awry due to overindulging.”
“Such as?”
“Alcohol impairs consent,” he stated. “And in this realm, consent is the foundation we’re built upon.”
“Wow. I didn’t think about it that way.”
Although Sir was absolutely right. Alcohol impaired judgment; therefore, it impaired consent. That made complete sense to me. I was thinking along simpler lines. Such as, it seemed safer to have a level head when using implements of torture.
“What’re you smiling at, pet?”
“Just thinking about how it wouldn’t be wise to mix alcohol and a flogger.”
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