by LK Shaw
“You look stunning, and definitely sexy in that dress, Sweetness,” I complimented her.
She ducked her head, and the pink that was quickly becoming my favorite color spread across her cheekbones. “Thank you, Sir.”
I offered her my arm. “Shall we?” I asked before I escorted her out to the car.
We arrived at the familiar warehouse district and after Philip, the security guard, granted us entrance, we made our way down the hall to the public playroom. Penny avidly avoided looking at the desk in the foyer, which had me chuckling inside.
Soft music played throughout the area, and the crowd was on the light side as it was still early. We made our way through the room, my hand wrapped around Penny’s, as I stopped to say hello to a few of the Doms I knew, including Connor Black. Connor was the owner of the security firm I’d hired to track down Evan. I needed to speak with Connor soon, especially after the letter I’d received today.
Connor, who was built like a linebacker, was also another one of Eden’s investors. He wasn’t handsome in the typical sense; his face was too craggy, but he had a certain ruggedness that had the subs at Eden vying for his attention. He didn’t play publicly, at least not that I’d ever seen. He always took the few subs I’d seen him with into one of the private rooms. There were times I would catch him watching Bridget with this look on his face. It was one of almost longing. In the blink of an eye, though, it disappeared and made me question if I really had seen it.
After I made our excuses, I led her toward the back of the public area where we entered a hallway where private rooms branched off. I spoke softly to one of the dungeon monitors, asking for the availability of one of the rooms. When he nodded, I opened the door and ushered Penny in. Decadent described it perfectly.
Silk fabric covered the walls and the king-size canopy bed dominated the center of the room with its plush headboard with satin fabric covering. Everywhere your eyes met was silks and satin fabrics including yards of it hanging from the thick canopy and its matching posters. It was made to have the look of wealth without being tacky. I led Penny to the foot of the bed where I bent down to assist her out of her shoes. She balanced her hand on my shoulder and wobbled when, after removing her first shoe, I slid my hand up her calf and thigh barely stopping before I reached her sex. I performed the same task to her other leg, removing her shoe and caressing her entire leg from toes to upper thigh. She shivered as I traced my path.
I reached up to squeeze her ass cheek underneath her dress. She moaned at my touch. I had seen the redness of her ass after a punishment. Now, I wanted to see the soft pink marks of pleasure. From behind, I slipped my finger through her slit, teasing her holes as I went. She shivered as I traced around the rim of her back passage and arched into my touch when I moved it to her front opening, coaxing the wetness out. Coating my finger in her essence, I moved my hand backward again and slipped the tip of the digit into her ass. Using the fingers of my other hand, I circled her clit. Her thighs glistened with her juices. I continued my dual assault before sliding two fingers inside her pussy. I alternated the push and pull of the fingers in her pussy and the finger in her ass, pushing the single digit further in with each thrust. She gripped my head, tugged on my hair, and then yelled out my name as she reached her peak. I felt tiny tremors course through her body, and she clenched down on my fingers.
I pulled my fingers from her and quickly washed my hands in the adjoining bathroom. She remained standing where I’d left her, with a well-satisfied look on her face. I reached up to sweep the hair off her neck, and I unzipped the back of her dress before sliding it up and over her head. I tossed it to the side before relieving her of her bra. Her breasts, with nipples like the largest, juiciest berries, sagged the slightest bit with their weight.
I needed a taste of their sweetness. I turned her toward me and pushed them together and licked one, then the other, transferring my attention between the two equally. I worshipped her breasts, savoring their flavor. She gasped as I took her nipples between my teeth and gave each of them a bite.
“Turn around and grab that poster,” I said, pointing at the canopied poster nearest her. I quickly disrobed while watching as she planted her widespread feet on the floor and bent slightly forward, wrapping her hands around the thick square poster of the canopy bed, pushing her ass out the tiniest bit. I was surprised at how she had positioned herself almost intuitively based on my brief instruction.
I stepped over to the wardrobe that I knew housed the implement I was searching for. Opening the door, I found the black flogger. I removed it from its hook and admired the craftsmanship of its design. I lightly slapped the falls across the palm of my hand and ran my fingers through them, breathing in the leather scent.
“You may use your safe word at any time,” I told her as I brought the implement over to her to see up close. “I’m sure you recognize this from your first visit here.”
With glazed eyes as she still recovered from her orgasm, she took in the flogger and nodded almost eagerly. “Yes, Sir, I remember it well.”
“Wonderful. Now, don’t let go,” I warned as I teased the falls of the flogger across her back on either side of her spine to give her a feel for the sensation. I held back at first, like a loving caress. With each pass, I made the force of my strokes stronger. I made sure to alternate between sides and my cock hardened as the pink colors brightened with each thwap of the flogger’s falls. I stopped briefly, pushed my erection against her ass, and reached around in front of her to cup her dripping sex. I teased her slit. “What color are we, sub?”
She pushed against me and gasped out, “Green, Sir.”
Stepping back I admired the pink blush of her back. I started a rhythm again, softly caressing her back, then strengthening my strikes. I continued on, building up the strength and absorbing the feel of each strike through the handle of the flogger, continuing to monitor her color. When her back was a beautiful shade of red, my patience disappeared. I knew she was wet. We hadn’t discussed protection in our negotiations, an oversight that had me questioning my true feelings even from our first meeting. “I want to feel you all around me. As a member of the club, I’m tested regularly and I’m clean.”
She moaned and writhed in arousal. “Yes, Sir, I’m also clean, and I’m on the pill. Please, I need you to fuck me. Now.”
I didn’t hesitate a second longer. Tossing the flogger aside, I spread her legs even further apart, and in one heartbeat, I thrust into her sopping wet pussy from behind. I reached around with one hand and grabbed a handful of breast, and palmed her soaked pussy with the other. I played with her clit as I continued to thrust in and out. Penny pushed back against me with each forward thrust of my cock.
“Fuck, you turn me on. I could fuck you forever. This soft, sweet pussy of yours was made to be filled by me.” The muscles in her body tightened, and I knew her orgasm was seconds away. Increasing the pressure on her clit, I quickened my thrusts as my balls drew up. I was about to explode, but she needed to come first. My prayers were answered when her pussy contracted against my dick, and the orgasm rushed through her. She threw her head back and screamed my name with the force of it. At the same time, my cock erupted as her pussy continued to milk every last drop of my seed. When the final tremor ceased, I pulled out of her and helped her onto the bed, where I pulled her body close to mine, whispering words of approval and kissing her on the forehead. She wrapped herself around me and closed her eyes as I continued whispering softly to her. Within moments, I knew she was asleep as her entire body relaxed and a small sigh left her lips.
Once I knew she was asleep, I shifted to my back, still keeping her close. I lay with my hand behind my head as I stared at the ceiling, trying not to analyze the feelings she brought out in me. Feelings I couldn’t afford to have. Not much later, I felt her stir beside me. I turned my head when she shifted a little. I saw her lying there with a dreamy smile on her face, her arm across my chest as she snuggled closer, and knew I was fucked.
I hated to wake her, but it was getting late, and I needed to get her home. I reached out and caressed her arms. “Wake up, little sub.”
She twitched and slowly came awake, struggling to open her eyes. Once she finally gained control and focused, her gaze locked on mine and a sleepy smile spread across her face. I want to wake up to that smile every day. I froze in shock. I shook my head to release the thought. I didn’t need any distractions right now. I needed to remind myself why we were here in the first place.
“I want you to be waiting for me when I arrive home tomorrow. My work keeps me busy, and I am rarely able to eat at home. I’d love a home cooked meal.”
My words had her wide awake now. It took her a second before she was able to respond. I knew those weren’t the first words she expected to come out of my mouth after the experience we’d just had together. “Of course, Sir. Tomorrow’s my half-day at work, so I’ll have plenty of time to prepare, and since I love to cook, I’d be happy to make something for you. Do you have a preference?”
I shook my head. “I’m not picky, so I’ll let you decide. I’ll send you the address. There is a spare key inside the medium sized rock to the right of the bottom step. You may make yourself comfortable until I arrive. I look forward to seeing you in my home.”
We left the club, and I dropped her off at home, anxious for tomorrow. It was obvious she wanted to invite me in. I was glad when she didn’t. I needed to process what had happened tonight when we’d fucked. Because deep down, I knew it had been more than that.
Chapter Twelve
Penny
When Marcus opened the front door, I had placed myself in the position I knew he favored. I sat on my knees in the middle of his living room floor, naked, with butt to my heels and my hands lightly resting on my thighs. My breasts were pushed forward, and my head was slightly bowed while maintaining eye contact with the floor. I thanked God for the years I’d been taking yoga to help me stay in shape and flexible, otherwise, I’d never have been able to get into this position. Without pause, he stepped over to me and ran his fingertips across my shoulders, drawing a shudder from me.
“Well isn’t this a pretty picture.”
“Good evening, Sir.”
Moving his hand to my head, he cupped the side of my head as I leaned slightly into his caress, “Good evening, my sweet little sub. You look exceptionally beautiful today. This is a lovely naked surprise.”
“I wanted to do something extra special for you. As you requested, I made us dinner from a recipe I’ve been meaning to try; it’s warming in the oven.”
“Thank you for that. To reward you for such good behavior, I might have a surprise for you later as well. Come, let’s enjoy our meal.”
Sitting on a pallet on the floor, me still naked, we dined on chicken marsala with baby portabella mushrooms simmered in Marsala wine sauce served over cheesy smashed potatoes topped with Gouda cheese and steamed asparagus. I had paired it with a Chardonnay. As we sat sipping our wine and enjoying the meal, Marcus slipped me a bite from his fork every now and then, and we talked of our day. I told him a funny story that had happened at work with one of the patients coming out of anesthesia, while he had successfully completed an account merger he’d been working on for months. We were both relaxed and comfortable, and I basked in the easiness of his presence. He calmed my spirit, and it scared me to death. Taking a sip of my wine, I mentioned that I had also prepared a special dessert for him. He raised an eyebrow at my use of the word “special”.
“Close your eyes please,” I asked him as I slowly rose from the floor, not checking to see if he’d followed my instructions. I still wasn’t quite comfortable walking around naked in front of him. His closed eyes made it slightly easier. I made my way to the kitchen where I pulled my surprise from the refrigerator. “Keep them closed.” I sat back down and “prepared” his dessert, feeling myself grow more nervous with each passing second. Would I look stupid? Would he laugh when he saw me? After I was finished, I stacked the bowls on the tray with our dinner dishes. Then I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, prayed, and told him to open his eyes. Complete and utter silence was not the reaction I expected. The silence was deafening. I couldn’t even hear him breathing. Suddenly, I wished the ground would open up and swallow me whole. Utter humiliation washed over me. As I was about the jump up and run to the bathroom to wash off the mess and die of embarrassment, I heard a whoosh of breath leave the man sitting next to me.
“Holy fuck woman. That has to be the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.” Echoing the breath he released, the breath I didn’t even realize I’d been holding escaped.
Slowly opening my eyes, I saw the expression on his face. Hunger. His eyes moved up and down my body where I lay on the floor, pausing as he took in the “dessert” I’d prepared for him. I had covered my breasts and sex with whipped cream and drizzled chocolate over both. I couldn’t help being a little cheeky so I’d topped my sex with a cherry.
He leaned over me, placing his hands on either side of my head and dipped down, biting the cherry from my mound. He tossed aside the stem and then crushed his mouth against mine, mingling our flavors, and I tasted the cherry on his tongue. Our tongues dueled, and Marcus’ hands moved to caress my cheeks while I reached up and ran my hands through his hair. Inch by slow inch, Marcus began trailing kisses mixed with love bites down my neck, hitting the sensitive spot behind my ear, his scruff tickling me as he went, causing me to moan in pleasure. Farther south, his mouth traveled until he reached my breasts. Taking his time, his mouth encircled my right breast and he licked every ounce of cream and chocolate off of it, savoring every last drop. He moved back up to my mouth where I tasted the chocolate he’d been enjoying. His erection had been pressing against my thigh, and I swear it had gotten bigger with each swipe of his tongue. Not wanting to leave a trace of chocolate, he moved to my left breast and worshipped it with his teeth and tongue. I felt a sharp nip and looked down to see Marcus taking my nipple between his teeth. He tugged and I felt a similar pull deep in my core.
This man knew how to worship a woman’s breasts. Mine had never been that sensitive, but every nibble he took had me arching and close enough to orgasm that if he continued playing with them I’d step over the edge and fly. As though he read my mind, I heard, “I bet I can make you come from making love to your breasts alone. One of these days we’re going to find out.” I shivered in anticipation of that day. After every last drop of chocolate was gone, he kissed my belly. I’d always been self-conscious about my roll, and I almost flinched. I steeled myself before I did.
Marcus must have noticed the tightening of my abdomen because he gazed up at me.
“You are stunning. Everything about you is gorgeous. Every curve…” Kiss. “Every bump…” Kiss. “Every roll…” Kiss.
At this point, I was starting to believe him. With each enunciated kiss, he moved down the swell of my belly until he reached the piece de resistance. Lying on his side with his head propped on his elbow, he scooped up a finger full of whipped cream from my sex, rubbing against my clit during his path and he brought his finger up to my mouth.
“Suck.”
Tentatively, I opened and closed my mouth over his finger and twirled my tongue around gathering up all the sweet cream from it. I thought I tasted myself alongside the cream flavor. I gained more confidence as I sucked and licked away every bit of it. While sucking his finger, I pictured doing the same to his cock. I’d only given a couple of blowjobs in my life, a
nd they both had left a lot to be desired. I didn’t think it was an experience I wanted to repeat. Until now. I wanted to suck Marcus’ cock. I wanted to taste the musky flavor that was uniquely his. I wanted to take him deep in my mouth, and I wanted to drink down every last drop of his come. Without warning, my body shuddered as a small orgasm raced through me.
“Naughty girl, coming without my permission. What were you thinking about now?”
It took me a moment before I was able to answer. “I was thinking about sucking your cock, Sir, and how good you would taste. I want to please you.”
“You please me more than you know. I would love those lips wrapped around my cock, but not tonight. Now, as much as I’d like to eat this sweet cream from your even sweeter pussy, I have other plans for that pussy tonight. Go take a shower while I clean up down here. I’ll join you shortly.”
Chapter Thirteen
Penny
After a hot shower, I found myself alone in Marcus’ room. Even though I had arrived long before he had, I kept my visit to the kitchen and living room. I couldn’t bring myself to explore the upstairs, especially his bedroom. It would have been wrong somehow being in here without him. Wrapped in a towel, I surveyed my surroundings and took in the room that had the markings of a bachelor.
The room was masculine in its entirety. The ceiling was recessed and made of medium shaded wood paneling, with the four walls a basic eggshell color. One of the walls housed double doors, which opened to the full walk-in closet. The opposite wall drew my complete attention. Covering almost the entire wall was a giant gilt-framed mirror. The only space on the wall that the mirror didn’t cover was the door leading out into the rest of the house, a door that Marcus had just stepped through. He still wore his dessert-covered shirt. It did appear as though he’d tried to wipe some of it off. We stared at each other for several heartbeats, arousal thick between us. I would never get tired of looking at this man. He was beauty personified with his piercing green eyes and sensuous lips I wanted to spend hours kissing.
