by Jan Bowles
The receptionist behind the desk smiled as though she knew what was going on. She was blessed with a pretty face and lovely hazel eyes, making Zoë wonder if Hunter had ever had a relationship with her. After all, they looked about the same age. She tried to quash the jealous thoughts, but it was difficult. Zoë felt very possessive of Hunter now. The thought of him having sex with other women made her stomach churn, but she reminded herself that Hunter belonged to her now. In fact, she had his undivided attention right at this very moment, because he wound the Goddamn stimulator up to full power again, making her desperate to get home, and get her clothes off. She just hoped she wouldn’t need to speak, because it would be virtually impossible. Instead, Zoë plastered a smile on her face, and waited for Hunter to take pity on her.
The receptionist’s blonde hair bounced as she spoke. “Master Hunter, good to see you again.”
“You, too, Andrea. How are things at Club Submission? I’ve been away on business.”
“Things are great. Since the New Year party, it’s just gotten better and better.”
“Good, I’m glad.” Hunter put his arms protectively around Zoë’s shoulders. “This is my new sub, Zoë. She’s moved in with me.” Zoë let out a grateful breath as Hunter finally turned down the power.
“Good to meet you, honey. I hope you’ll become a regular here at Club Submission.” She smiled at them both. “Now, go right in, and have a great evening.”
As Hunter guided her through the club, Zoë asked, “Is she part of the scene, too?”
“Sort of. She used to come here with her husband, Joe. He was a well-respected Dom, but unfortunately he died a few years ago, in a tragic car accident. Since then, she’s remained close to the club by working in reception, but has refused all offers from the Masters here.”
Zoë felt relief and sadness in equal measure. Andrea wasn’t in Hunter’s back catalogue of subs, but she was wasting her life. She was a beautiful woman. Clearly she’d loved her husband dearly. “Perhaps she’s scared to let go of the past.”
“Maybe. But then aren’t we all.”
The place was in full swing as Hunter led her through into the happening part of the club. Heady music drifted seductively through the impressive surroundings. Although it was still early, several couples were already dancing provocatively on a revolving stage. Other club members sat and talked at various tables, enjoying the atmosphere. The whole scene exuded sex and sexuality, and Zoë felt her pussy moisten further, even though Hunter hadn’t turned up the juice on her clit. In one corner stood the bar, a sheer sweep of black and chrome that nestled enticingly under subdued lighting.
The dress code was slightly more off the wall than she was used to, with fetish gear, such as leather, chains, and PVC, taking center stage. To Zoë, everyone appeared to be acting fairly normally, but then Hunter had already told her that most of the action went down in another part of the club.
They both took a stool by the bar, and the barman walked across. “Hey, Hunter, how you doing?”
“Great, Todd. This is Zoë. She’s moved in with me.”
Todd was a tall, muscular guy. She guessed he weighed over two hundred pounds and was in his late twenties. He had thick dark hair and steely gray eyes. They were fascinating to look at, and in stark contrast to his dark olive-skinned complexion. He held out a large hand with his fingers splayed. “Real good to meet you, Zoë. Now what can I get you to drink?”
She shook his outstretched hand, noticing he had a firm grip. “Just a club soda with plenty of ice, please.”
“The usual?” he asked Hunter.
“Yeah, why not?” Hunter glanced at Zoë. “Club Submission only serves alcohol at special events or private parties, so my favorite root beer will have to suffice. Besides, having you with me is intoxicating enough.”
As Todd moved away, Zoë commented, “Is he a Master here, too?”
Hunter rubbed his hands over his five-o’clock shadow. “Hmm, not in the true sense, Peaches. The Strong brothers have taken him under their wing. They’re giving him a few pointers on what makes a good Dom.”
“Who are the Strong brothers?”
“That’s Matthew and Ethan. They own the club.” Hunter twisted on his barstool, and pointed across the crowded room to a roped-off area containing a selection of sofas and easy chairs. “Matthew is over by the Chill-out Zone, talking to that fine-looking dark-haired woman. I don’t know where Ethan is, I guess it’s his day off.”
“Who’s the woman with him?”
“Ah, that’s Francine, she’s a switch.”
“What the hell is a switch?”
“Someone who likes to be a top, and a bottom. Sometimes she’ll be a Dominant, and sometimes she’ll be a submissive. I suppose it all depends on her mood.”
“With the same person?”
“Oh, no, she has her own Master, and her own sub.”
“Now that’s just plain greedy.”
Hunter chuckled. “Maybe, but it’s what makes everyone happy at the end of the day.”
Todd brought their drinks across and laid them on a neatly folded napkin. He flashed Zoë a smile. “You have a real good time.”
“Thank you, I intend to.”
Hunter took a swig of root beer with a mischievous smile to his lips.
When Zoë raised her glass, he zapped her clit with another high dose of powerful pleasure. Her hand shook as she placed the glass down on the bar, spilling the contents over the shiny black surface. She dabbed at the spill with her napkin.
“Damn you, Hunter.”
“Here allow me, ma’am.” Todd came to the rescue, a knowing smile on his face.
When he’d gone, she whispered, “He knows what you’re doing to me. Everyone here knows what you’re doing to me.”
Hunter smiled. “It’s all part of the fun. How many times has your inner self wanted to act irresponsibly and wantonly? Club Submission allows you the freedom to indulge your every sexual desire.”
Just then, a deep, gravelly voice spoke from behind them. To Zoë it sounded like a voice broken on the streets of New York. “Hunter, good to see you again, buddy.”
“You, too, Cole.”
His partner, an attractive young woman in her late twenties, with dark-brown hair, slid onto the barstool next to her, and leaned in close. “Hi, I’m Jessica, good to meet you.” As she held out her hand, she smiled kindly, and Zoë instinctively knew they’d become good friends.
“I’m Zoë.”
“Glad to meet you, sweetie. Master Cole will be talking with Master Hunter for hours now.” As if to underline her words, both men moved away from the bar. “See, what did I tell you.”
Zoë was relieved. Now Hunter had something else to concentrate on, he wouldn’t be watching her so closely. She reached for her drink and lifted it to her lips. Just as she took a sip, a deep throb pulsed over her clit. Her hand trembled, and she quickly placed the drink back down. This time he didn’t let up. She leaned forward and hid her discomfort by covering her mouth with a hand.
“Hey, sweetie, are you all right?” Jessica looked genuinely concerned.
Zoë pursed her lips together, and nodded. “Yeah, I’m fine, thanks. I thought I was going to sneeze.” Glancing over her shoulder at Hunter, she gave him the most evil look she could muster. He must have taken pity on her, because even though he was totally engrossed in what Master Cole was saying, he eventually turned the control down. The pulse had been so strong that she feared it had become jammed on maximum. Thank God he’d finally relented, because her pussy was soaking wet. Her arousal would be off the scale by the time they returned home.
This time she was determined to act normal. Taking a deep breath, she said, “So how long have you and Master Cole known each other, Jessica?”
“Oh, I’d say about three years, sweetie.”
“So you’re used to the club, and the lifestyle?”
“Oh yeah, we both love coming here.”
“That’s good to hear.” Z
oë reached for her drink again. Just as she was about to pick it up, an intensely strong sensation rippled through her clit. She gasped and leaned forward once more. All she could think about was sex, Hunter, and more sex.
Jessica touched her arm. “I’ve been coming here too long, sweetie, you can’t fool me. I know exactly what ails you. Master Hunter has wired you up.”
Feeling more than a little embarrassed, Zoë whispered, “Yeah, he has, but keep it quiet.” Despite the searing white heat of clitoral stimulation, she just about managed to speak. If she weren’t careful, she’d have an orgasm right here in front of another woman. A woman she’d only met a few minutes ago. God, how embarrassing would that be? She dug her fingernails into her palms, hoping and praying that the pain would stop her from climaxing. You bastard, Hunter Black.
Jessica giggled. “The Masters here at Club Submission all have a real mean streak.”
“Jessica, please. How the hell am I gonna make it through the evening with this damned thing down my panties?”
Her newfound friend leaned in and whispered conspiratorially in her ear, “Sweetie, I know exactly what you need to do. Excuse yourself and go to the powder room. When you get there, remove that contraption from your little clitty, but don’t take it away completely, place it somewhere else where you can still feel the vibrations. I suggest your belly. That’s what I always do. That way, when Master Hunter turns it up to max, you can react as he expects you to.”
“Sounds like a great idea, Jessica.”
Jessica whispered in her ear again, “But make sure you put it back properly before you get home, or you’ll be found out.”
Zoë reached out and squeezed her hand. “Thanks, I think I might just do that.”
“Glad I could help, sweetie. But remember, don’t let him find out, or you’ll be in serious trouble, and don’t let him know I told you about it either. If Master Cole hears I’ve been helping you out, he’ll redden my bare ass for sure.”
Another pulse shot through her clit. “I’ll have take that chance, Jessica.”
Chapter Eleven
Hunter felt an overwhelming sense of well-being as he observed Zoë and Jessica sitting at the bar. They’d been chatting incessantly, laughing and joking like a couple of naughty schoolgirls. It made his heart swell with pride that Zoë now belonged to him.
Occasionally, he would turn the dial up on her clit stimulator, enjoying her obvious dilemma as she fought to keep control. She was managing remarkably well now, much better than when she’d first arrived at the club. He smiled to himself. He still had an ace up his sleeve. She thought he’d already turned it up to max, but that had been a blind. So far he’d barely twisted the dial more than halfway. Later on in the evening, it would be fun using full power.
Cole slapped him on the back. “Listen up, Hunter. I’m gonna take Jessica into the Hot Zone. Matthew has asked me to do a demonstration. I’ve an idea, but I need to run it past her first.”
“Great, we’ll see you later.”
Curiosity getting the better of her, Zoë asked, “Where are they going?”
“The Hot Zone,” he answered, sitting beside her.
“Oh, I see.” She looked a little nervous.
Hunter smiled. He’d already told Zoë a lot about Club Submission. Up to now, she’d not been overwhelmed by anything she’d seen. She’d taken it all in her stride. “Finish your drink and I’ll take you through. Cole and Jessica are gonna put on a demonstration. I’m expecting it to be good.”
“Jessica was real friendly, Hunter. I like her.”
“Yeah, I noticed you two got on well together.”
“We did. We’re on the same wavelength. Jessica was telling me about the arts center where she works. They run classes there all the time. She reckons I might be able set up a small pole-dancing class.” Zoë sounded enthusiastic.
“I’m pleased for you, Peaches. I hope it all works out.” Hunter smoothed a hand possessively down her back, enjoying the way it arched into her waist and then curved out again to her womanly butt. He loved that sexy S shape that an adult woman possessed. It pleased him that she responded seductively to his touch, making him hard for her. Her silken body flexed and undulated, letting him know she was becoming highly aroused. “I’m proud of the way you’re dealing with the task I set you.” He praised.
“Oh?” Her brows drew together.
“Yeah, your sensitized little clit. Have you forgotten the device in your panties already?” Perhaps, it was time to max up the volume?
Zoë smiled into his eyes. “Oh, I’ve been practicing my breathing techniques as you suggested. It’s helped me no end.”
Her tone didn’t convince. There was just a slight edge of nervousness to Zoë’s voice, as she stared around the club. “There’s a lot of people here now,” she observed as if changing the subject.
Perhaps she already guessed he’d been teasing her so far, and she was scared of how she’d react when he raised the power. There was only one way to find out.
“Come on. I’ll take you through. Remember to keep an open mind. Everything you see in the Hot Zone is entirely consensual.”
Zoë flashed him a beautiful, sexy smile as she stood from her barstool. “Now you’re scaring me.”
Hunter shook his head. “Somehow I don’t think so.” Zoë had been brought up by the school of hard knocks. She’d seen all manner of things at Les Belles in her twelve years as a dancer. She was no shrinking violet that was for sure.
He held the swing door open, allowing her to pass through. “After you, Peaches.” As she breezed past him, he caught the seductive scent of her expensive perfume. Mmm, I’m gonna make this a night to remember. His cock ached to be inside this beautiful woman, his woman, but holding back was all part of the enjoyment. Stretching the foreplay out until neither of them could wait any longer meant the sex would be mind blowing.
This part of Club Submission had a far darker feel. The atmosphere was more intense and sexually charged. The Hot Zone was strictly a place for grown-ups. It took Hunter a while for his eyes to become accustomed to the low light. He placed a protective hand to the small of Zoë’s back, and guided his charge to the first scene. It was made up like a dungeon.
Francine, the switch, had her male sub chained to the wall. Completely naked apart from a ball gag in his mouth, he wore a chastity cage over his limp dick. She trailed a formidable looking cat-o’-nine-tails down his frightened, heaving chest. “Don’t you dare get a hard-on, you sniveling excuse for a man. If you do, your Mistress will be forced to discipline you.” Francine wore a PVC catsuit with cutouts that completely exposed her full, heavy breasts. Every so often, she would pull on his nipple clamps until he moaned submissively. To Hunter it sounded like moans of pleasure, but what the fuck did he know about male subs? As a Dom, he was always the one in control.
Zoë turned to him, her eyes wide and questioning. “My, oh my. When you said anything goes, you weren’t kidding.”
“You ain’t seen nothing yet, Peaches.” He put an arm around her shoulder and directed her to the next scene. A Dom had his sub chained, her arms raised to the ceiling. He’d fixed a vibrator between her legs.
“My God!” Zoë exclaimed, taking a step backward in surprise. She reversed straight into Hunter’s embrace. “What the hell’s happening here?”
“Forced orgasm. It becomes very painful after a while.”
“I’ll bet.” Zoë’s hands became agitated as the woman’s screams quite literally came and went.
Hunter decided now was the time to play his ace. He turned the power on her clit butterfly to maximum, and waited. Zoë smiled serenely, rather like the Mona Lisa—now he’d always thought Mona had a little secret she was hiding from Leonardo da Vinci—with the juice turned up to maximum, she should be climbing the walls with sexual pleasure. So why wasn’t she responding?
Hunter leaned down and whispered in her ear, “Come with me, little sub. Things aren’t quite as they should be.” He pulled her
over to the side of the room, and smoothed his hands down her hips. He couldn’t feel the telltale elastic holding the device in place.
“Have you anything to tell me?” He was giving her a chance.
Zoë shook her head, looking distinctly uneasy. “No. Can we go home now?”
Hunter placed two fingers under her chin, and angled her face to his. Soulful green eyes stared back at him. “I’ll ask you just one more time. Have you anything to tell me?”
“Um, I really need to go to the restroom.”
“You don’t go anywhere without my permission.”
Hunter raised her skirt and slid his hand inside her panties. He touched the soft, freshly shaved mound of her pussy. The clitoral butterfly had disappeared. “Naughty, my sub, very naughty.” He raised his hand, smoothing his fingers up her belly, until he found what he was looking for. “This shouldn’t be here. This should be against your sexy little clit.”
Zoë’s lower lip quivered. “Please let me explain, Hunter. I was going to put it back before you found out.”
“You’ve disobeyed me. That is not acceptable.”
“But, Hunter—I was frightened of having a climax in public.”
“I see.” He could understand her motive, but that was not how things worked in a D/s relationship. “You should have come to me, and voiced your concerns.”
“But, you were busy talking to Master Cole.”
“Hmm, and you were busy talking to Jessica.” Thick as thieves they’d been huddled together, and then Zoë had asked his permission to go to the restroom. He’d trustingly believed her reasons to be totally innocent. After that, all he’d heard from them had been girlish giggles and incessant chatter. Hunter knowingly raised an eyebrow. “I’ll wager that Jessica put you up to this. After all, she’s a far more experienced sub than you are.”
Zoë submissively bowed her head, and shuffled from one foot to the other. She looked increasingly worried. “Please believe me, Hunter, Jessica had nothing to do with this.”
