Branded (The Club)

by M. C. Cerny

  12

  Sloan

  I turned down the air conditioning inside the house so Langley wouldn’t freeze during dinner. We would both be wet from the hot tub, and I had plans for this evening. Langley rounded the corner into the open kitchen and sat down at the table setting. Her pert breasts turned upward with her nipples hard while goose bumps freckled her flesh. It was more than I could handle to get through the first course.

  “You look uncomfortable, Langley.” Sitting her next to me instead of across, I watched her squirm in her seat at the table. Her eyes lifted as if she was about to roll them, and I slapped her thigh with my hand.

  “Well, I am naked,” she said, edging on sarcasm.

  “Delightfully so.” I poured her a glass of red wine and cut the chicken to feed her from my plate. Her mouth opened over my fork and slid the chicken into her mouth. “Tell me about your family.”

  Her words sounded more like, “Mah famwee?”

  “Chew your food, then speak.”

  Her throat bobbed, swallowing her food.

  “My family. Well my parents are divorced. Dad married a younger woman and lives in Nevada. Mom is mom.” The way she said it told me a lot. Her mother had to step up and be both roles. Langley adjusted to that.

  “I noticed she calls you often.”

  “Yeah, she um, worries a lot and is pretty over-protective. It’s gotten better since I moved because I think the long distance phone charges are catching up with her.” I fed her another bite of chicken mixed with potatoes.

  “She loves you,” I said.

  Langley nodded, finishing her food.

  “And you? What about your family? Stella mentioned you grew up here.”

  “I did. This house is actually built over the old one I had rebuilt about five years ago. My mom had gotten sick, pancreatic cancer. It was unexpected and quick. My dad had a stroke right after and moved to Austin.”

  “Oh, I’m so sorry.” Her genuine concern was real and comforting. I typically didn’t share this kind of information with submissives but here was another way Langley made me surprise myself.

  “Dad’s a trooper. He lives in a long-term care facility on the same campus as his sister. He’s not alone and I visit him once a month.”

  “So you’ll see him again.”

  “I saw him right before I met you so I’m due to see him.” We exchanged mutual information, and I learned her extended family is not close with each other like mine. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her, and she calmed as we spoke. Her nakedness seemed less apparent which had been my goal. I wanted her to feel confident in her body. She was beautiful.

  “Enough,” I tell her standing up from my seat.

  “Oh, okay.” I watched her place her fork down on the table close to her plate, letting the metal clang.

  “Life is short, so I think I’m going to have my dessert first.” Through with the depressing conversation, I grabbed her by the back of her neck and cradled her face upwards toward mine. Her lips were parted and breathy, and I swooped in to kiss her deeply, plunging my tongue into the depths of wine stained lips and cherry sweet taste. A moan centered from her throat, and I absorbed that into my own as well. Langley was mine.

  “I could drink you in for hours, taste you for days, and never get sick of this.”

  “Sir.” Her hand rested against my chest, and I lifted her out of her chair letting the wood scrape back as I pulled her into me, flush against my body. The points of her nipples pressed against me, and I swung her legs around my hips raising her up in my arms.

  “Mine, Langley.”

  “Yours,” she replied with eyes glazed and needy.

  I walked her into the bedroom and let her slip down my body. I pushed her back on the bed and quickly unwrapped the towel I had been wearing.

  Joining her over the covers, I lay down on the bed and pulled her body over mine touching her skin everywhere, my hands hard against her softness. I squeezed until pink spots speckled her pure lilywhite skin branding her as mine.

  “I know you’re afraid of horses.”

  Her head cocked in a question, and I pet down her body as I would with a skittish mare.

  “S-Sloan.”

  “Shhhhh,” I said, pressing my finger against her plump lips. “Tonight I want you to ride mine.” I wasn’t asking her and directed her body over mine, turning her around. I parted her legs wide to saddle up over my straining cock. Her puckered knot was visible when I pushed her forward. There would be time for that. Right now I wanted her pumping her hips up and down, her body undulating, rubbing over my rigid flesh. I wanted to feel her heat, her wet, and her legs trembling.

  She glanced over her shoulder.

  “You won’t let me fall?”

  “Never, Langley.” I cupped her ass cheeks in my hands. Langley’s skin barely kissed with gold despite her days here under the sun.

  She braced herself on the bed, and I rubbed my cock back and forth over her slit that dribbled juice onto my length easing the friction between us. It wasn’t enough I pumped my length in my hand letting pre-cum leak from the top and rubbing it around her hole.

  “Lean forward.” I told her arranging her knees on either side sitting her back down over my lap. She scooted back and rose up on her knees showing me her ass. I spanked it hard.

  “Ow.”

  “Shush,” I said and as she came back down I fitted myself impaling her slowly on a low moan.

  “Just like that pretty girl. Ride me.” Langley bounced up and down and my hands grabbed her hips to help her find a better rhythm that worked us both into a frenzied state.

  “Oh, sir. Please, Sloan.”

  “Faster.” I pumped my hips up as she slammed back down. Up. Down. Up. Down. Repeating the motions until we were both groaning and Langley was grabbing for the sheets in front of her.

  “Keep pumping.” I roared and shifted our position until I was behind her on my knees. My hand grabbed her hair in a ponytail holding on thrusting faster. My other hand grabbed the top of her ass at her lower spine and pumped vigorously.

  “I-I can’t.” She cried.

  “You can. Play with your clit pretty girl.” I eased up until she got one hand under her and splayed her fingers down rubbing her pearl.

  “I can feel how wet you are.” The slick slap, slap, slap of her sex to my cock echoed in the bedroom followed by her coming with a squeak.

  Oh, Sloan.” Langley tried to move but I leaned into her covering her the way a stallion would its mate. Her body became languid, muscles fluid and lax. She whimpers and shifted under me as if to get away. Her hand clutches her thigh. Poor thing has a cramp and I used my hand, much larger than her leg to work the strained muscle seizing under my fingers. When she stopped on a soft sob I stroked between her legs distracting her with another orgasm.

  “Luchadora.” I whispered into her neck before nipping her sharply with my teeth branding her as mine.

  13

  Langley

  I nibbled on a piece of toast coated in raspberry preserve. Sloan walked in with ripped jeans hanging low on his hips. I was pretty sure everything he did was with a sensual yet predatory grace. I felt like a spectator at the zoo waiting for him to make his next move.

  “Here.” He plunked a large, long, ripe banana in front of me and dropped his hands to his waist expectantly.

  “Um?” I put my toast down, wondering what he wanted me to do with the banana because I didn’t like them. I didn’t eat them, and if he thought he could Dom his way into my diet, we were in for a battle. They were by far the worst fruit I could imagine.

  “Go on.” He pushed it closer to my plate.

  “What do you want me to do with it?” I eyed both his hands and the banana in my peripheral vision. I clenched my legs together reminded of how sore I was from the copious amounts of sex the previous night and his threat to find me appropriate toys to practice on.

  I looked down at my thigh which still bore a bruise in the shape of his fingers. It
was already yellowing but clearly visible on my leg given the lack of dress I had to cover it with.

  “Do you want me to peel it for you first?” he said.

  “Are we still talking about last night?” I asked, feeling curious.

  “You mean about the toys?” He sat down next to me, smirking, and I gulped down my coffee almost burning the back of my throat.

  “When I said anything, I don’t think I meant bananas in my butt.”

  “Langley,” Sloan husked out emphatically and I shrugged. I hoped he wasn’t serious about the banana going there. I really hoped he wasn’t serious.

  “Well?”

  “It’s for eating. For your leg cramps.” He patted my leg careful of the bruise, and color crept up my face.

  “Oh.” I felt stupid.

  “Yeah. Besides, I have plenty of butt plugs I ordered for you coming in the mail later this week.” Of course he did.

  “So no banana?”

  “No. Unless you want a bright yellow plug because that can be arranged.” It would seem Sloan had a sense of humor after all.

  “Uh, thanks. Flesh colored is fine, or whatever,” I said, hoping the embarrassment would swallow me up.

  “Or whatever, she says,” Sloan parroted me, chuckling.

  “We could always pass on the plugs,” I said, sipping my coffee, and pushed the banana away from my plate.

  “Be good and I’ll see you later.” He poured himself a cup of coffee and then exited to the barn.

  I spent much of the morning wandering the house as usual. I used Sloan’s office to catch up on my emails and call my mother who was luckily busy because she didn’t answer her phone, and I got to leave a message to my relief.

  I looked out the window and saw my buddy Blackjack standing in the field. I knew I should stay inside, watch television, or research being a submissive some more. Anything except be drawn outside by that damn horse with the silky black coat and eyes dark as night.

  I felt like a thief sneaking out of the house through the back kitchen door. I grabbed my apron and filled it with a handful of apples. At least if I’m caught I can say I was feeding the mares in the barn. No sooner I handed over the apple to Blackjack’s greedy mouth, and I felt Sloan’s presence behind me. I would make a terrible criminal.

  “Shit,” I muttered.

  “Aptly said, Luchadora.” Sloan’s hands covered my shoulders, and I dropped the apron and with it about half a dozen apples bounced into the dirt. My feet were bare, and I didn’t even move them when one hit me square on the toe. It smarted but not nearly as much as the anticipation of Sloan following through on his spanking.

  “Please don’t,” I said, biting my lip until it swelled under the pressure.

  “I told you what would happen if you came near Blackjack.”

  I turned to face him, stomping my bare foot into the ground sharply.

  “He’s lonely. You keep him for stud but not for company.” I looked between the man and the horse that at least had the grace to hang his head subdued.

  Sloan crossed his arms over his chest. “You make it sound like this isn’t the first offence.”

  Damn.

  “I-I was just. Sloan.”

  He hauled me up into his arms, tossing me over his shoulder like I was no more than a sack of feed. He spanked my ass once, and the sting promptly shut me up.

  “That doesn’t count toward the ten I’m going to give you just so you know.” His tone was cold and a little frightening.

  I wiggled and earned another spank that wasn’t going to count either. I was deposited on the bed unceremoniously. Sloan sat on the end removing his boots and his belt buckle. My eyes widened as he tossed them both in the corner.

  “I don’t use the belt, you’re lucky.”

  “Can we negotiate?” I scooted back on the bed, and he looked at me like I was crazy. “Please?” I asked.

  He husked out a deep breath, smacking his lips together in a frustrated hiss. “You can safe word out, but I’ll have Conner drive you back to Karim.”

  “So that’s it. That’s my option?”

  “Take it or leave it. Despite my predilections for control, I don’t relish punishments. I don’t get off on spanking per say. At least not these kind.” If I learned anything it was that Sloan was a man of action. Words were not where he excelled. He had warned me. I didn’t listen. In a way, I supposed I deserved this.

  “I’m n-not going to safe word.” Crawling down the bed closer to Sloan I hunched myself over. He was sitting now and patted his jean clad lap.

  “I’m doing this because I told you I would.” He hauled me over his lap like one would a naughty child.

  “I don’t have to like it,” I said.

  “I imagine you won’t.” His hand rested on the small of my back. The other one lifted my dress exposing me to him.

  “S-Sloan, I’m sorry I disobeyed, but I’m not sorry I gave Blackjack the apple.”

  “I didn’t think you would be, Luchadora. Now count.”

  The spanks were hard enough tears sprang to my eyes, but not the bruising kind I expected. The first one shocked me. The second made me tense until Sloan forced me to relax and breathe in through my nose and out through my mouth. By the time I got to six, my skin felt an unexpectedly hot numbness. On seven I squirmed. Eight was no better and nine surely did things to my psyche. Ten broke me.

  I wasn’t broken in the physical sense but an emotional fragment chipped off, leaving me raw and aching. Sloan turned me over, his blue eyes wide and examining my face.

  “Are you alright?” he asked.

  I nodded because it was the only thing I could do when words failed me. How was I to express that I was okay? In fact, I might have even liked it. It wasn’t a punishment if I enjoyed it, was it? I was confused, and Sloan wiped the tears back from my face with his thumbs.

  I cleared my throat to speak.

  “I’m okay. I’m better than okay.” We both leaned in, lips touching.

  “Don’t ever scare the shit out of me like that again, do you understand?” he said flipping me over on the bed, grinding his hard dick against my soaking wet center that left a wet spot of heat against his jeans.

  I shook my head affirmatively. He kissed me deeply, tongue penetrating and searching. Hands pulled my dress up and my fingers fumbled to release the button and zipper of his jeans. Grunting and struggling, he shimmied out of his pants, and I straddled his body over me. Our coupling was fast, rough, and oh so very satisfying. My ass pressed into the bed linens, a hot thing almost removed from my corporeal body. Sloan rocked into me, balls slapping me, and jutted high into my core. My legs clenched tightly around him and he sped up, pumping furiously. We worked out our anger, hurt, and confusion in our coupling. Exhausted, we collapsed and rolled into each other, sweat slicked skin cooling as the sun set and the moon skulked higher in the night sky.

  14

  Sloan

  It was the last day of our month. Langley would be leaving. I would be alone. Walking the hallway of my house, my bare feet slapped against the tile flooring, and my chest felt heavy knowing that our arrangement had come to a conclusion. Parting from a submissive had never been a problem for me prior to this. I cataloged in my mind the moments I cherished most, from her first surrender to the way she cried prettily over my shoulder when she came multiple times and lost control of her emotions.

  I had effectively broken my wild filly. She accepted the bridal and saddle. Human behavior seemed no different through reward and punishment, only I wanted her to stay. I wanted her to stay, not because of an agreement but of her own free will.

  Walking into the living room with the windows facing the prairie field where the horses roamed within the ranch’s fencing, I watched the sunlight cast her in a backdrop of golden light. Everything about her glowed, filling me with warmth.

  “Langley.” When I called to her, she turned her head, a mischievous grin making the corners of her mouth crease upward.

  She said
nothing except to turn back to the window, watching the horses as I watched her. Blackjack nuzzled his mare, and they bobbed their heads, dancing.

  “Are they always like that?” she asked.

  “Like what?” I possessed the skill to make her scream and come until she lost consciousness, and still I couldn’t tell what made her tick, not completely.

  “So free?” Ah, she meant the horses.

  “Not always. Sometimes they require a harder hand to settle them into their life.”

  “Or a softer one.” The words murmured between her pink lips.

  “Yes, a soft hand has its place.” I stood behind her and let my hands fall to her shoulders and then slip down to rest on her waist. I didn’t know who made the first move; she stepped back or I stepped forward. It didn’t matter because we were flushed against each other, heat combining and fanning a dangerous flame between us.

  “I have to go.” Langley leaned back turning her face from mine. Her bag was packed and in my truck, but I was tempted to toss it out.

  “Do you?” I asked wondering what I could offer her to stay but realizing how much I just wanted her to want to.

  “I should but–”

  I cut off her words reaching closer, I kissed her neck grazing the skin with my teeth to bite her gently. Mark her one last time. I sighed into the setting afternoon sun. Keep her.

  “I don’t want you to go,” I told her honestly because I believed the truth between us was critical now more than ever. In all these years of my arrangements with willing submissives, Langley was the first–the only one I wanted to submit to.

  15

  Langley

  “What are you doing?” Sloan lowered his body skimming along mine downward until he ended up on his knees in front of me. His blue eyes darkened and pleaded with me.

  Clearing his throat he spoke, “I’m asking you stay.”