Slade

by Adriane Leigh

  “No, I want to. I do. I’m interested, I’m just nervous, on display like that…”

  “Okay, first, you don’t have to do that, only if I tell you to.” I grinned. “But I wouldn’t tell you to unless I thought you were into it, made sure you were ready to do that, which you’re not, so I won’t. The thing to understand is that you’re entirely in control here.”

  She frowned but continued to listen.

  “It’s all you. This is about you giving your trust to me, letting me take care of you, your needs. Trusting me to know what you can handle and when you’ve reached your limit. If I ever fail at any of those things then I fail as your Dom.”

  “You’re my…Dom?”

  “For these purposes, yes.”

  “Hmm…” She twisted her face adorably as she listened.

  “I don’t have to crawl to you on the floor, do I? That’s so degrading.”

  “I’m not really into that, and if you aren’t, then I’m really not. My kink is other people’s kinks. Whatever gets you off is what gets me off. Bringing you pleasure in a variety of kinky ways is what makes my dick hard.”

  “This is so wild.” She gulped her drink.

  “He’s been here.”

  “What?!”

  “Couple times. Not really his thing. Him and Kat came right before they got married, I don’t think she liked it.”

  “Wow. I had no idea…I just can’t believe you guys swing this way.” She shook her head and downed the rest of the amber liquid before tipping her empty glass to the server for another.

  “It’s not really swinging…” I laughed. “But listen to me, seriously, we can just go back to my place. I have some toys there, we can play around. You don’t have to go to the club, Dillon.”

  “No, I want to.” She placed both her palms in my open ones.

  “You sure you’re ready?”

  “You don’t think I am?” She quirked an eyebrow.

  “I don’t know.” I watched her mannerisms, the twitch of her lip, the swish of her hair.

  “Just give me a safe word and I’m good.”

  “You want a safe word?” I chuckled. Her innocence was so unexpected and an even greater turn on.

  “Yeah, aren’t you supposed to? Have you been engaging in irresponsible kinky sex?” She smiled the most beautiful, lighthearted smile when the server dropped off her drink. Took my breath away. I’d never seen her smile like that. It must have been the amaretto sours.

  “Okay, a safe word. What do you want?”

  “Hmmm…” She tapped her chin as she thought. Drunk. Definitely drunk. “Fanta.”

  I laughed so hard I choked on my drink and nearly fell out of my chair. “So you’re gonna scream ‘Fanta’ if I spank you too hard?”

  “Yep.” She sucked out of the straw and eyed me playfully.

  “Perfect.” I grinned and tipped my water to my lips. She may be drinking, drowning her anxiety in booze, but I never drank alcohol and played. Ever. I enjoyed it too much, wanted to remember every single last moment to rub my dick to later.

  “‘Fanta’ it is then.” I nodded and dropped cash on the table to cover our meal. She drank down the last of her third drink and then stood on too-tall heals.

  “Easy, baby. I want you healthy tonight,” I whispered in her ear. Her body shivered, head to toe, before she looped her arm in my own and we walked to the exit.

  “So, Dillon…” I murmured as I passed my ticket to the valet. “Where are we going? My place or LUST?”

  She turned and hit me with shockingly clear eyes. Her back straight, cheeks perfectly pink and rosy. “LUST.”

  “Okay.” I wrapped an arm around her waist and sunk my nose in her hair. “LUST it is,” I murmured and felt her body relax into me. Just the opposite of my own body’s reaction. I was strung tight, aroused, ready to play.

  “We can just walk around first, right? No pressure?” I frowned as I stepped over potholes in the old warehouse parking lot of LUST.

  “None whatsoever. This is your lead.” Slade placed a hand at my back to help me to the back door.

  We walked the long, darkened hallways of the club before the space finally opened up onto the main floor. “I’ll be just a minute. Have a look around, tell me where you want to go first.” His seductive tone hit me square in the gut.

  I turned to watch Slade as he spoke to the floor manager. He smiled and laughed so easily, glanced at me every minute or so to make sure I was okay. I tried to look around the club, but I couldn’t keep my eyes off him. Tall and broad, he filled out a suit jacket and dark dress pants like no man on earth ever should.

  It was a miracle I didn’t get pregnant when he walked dripping wet out of the shower then slowly layered on the business attire. Slade was a gorgeous man no matter what he wore, but tonight, he’d climbed to a whole new level of panty-melting.

  His profile intoxicated. The sharp angle of his Roman nose, wide-set, searing eyes that had me lost in their blue depths. His body put Michelangelo’s David to shame. Defined chest and finely chiseled abdominals announced that he was active, but not in the gym membership kind of way. You’d be more apt to find Slade strapping on hiking boots and hitting the trails. He was rugged yet beautiful.

  “Ready?” he returned and wrapped an arm around my waist.

  “As I’ll ever be.” I sucked in a deep breath, smiled at the manager as we passed, and then succumbed to the throbbing beat of the club that drove inside my bones, rattled them from the inside out, and then sent sparks throbbing straight to my core.

  This music made me think of sex.

  “If we’re going to play, you’re limited to one drink.”

  “That’s okay.”

  “Good.” His eyes held mine an extra beat before he steered me to the first couple mid-scene. She was strung wrist to ankle on a wall-sized cross and wearing skimpy black lace that showcased both her crotch and her breasts. It hid nothing.

  The man at her side was trailing a tongue up her leg and under the hem of the scrap of lace. His hands fisted and twisted at her skin leaving red marks in their wake. He was being brutal, but so sensual. It was a turn on.

  “Like that?” Slade whispered at my side as I stood riveted.

  “It’s beautiful.”

  He chuckled from beside me. “I suppose.” We continued on.

  “The next one is less beautiful, I think,” he said as he guided me to the next tableau.

  “Oh god.” I winced and averted my eyes.

  “No to this one?”

  I shook my head and kept my eyes shielded.

  “Just watch.” He pulled my arm from obscuring my view.

  My eyes slowly opened. I gazed at the woman tied to the wooden horse, gag in her mouth, ankles tethered to the feet, arms tied at her sides. She wore a harness around her neck with a collar also tied to the device. The man behind her whipped her body leaving fiery welts with a leather flogger. The bound woman winced and tears leaked from her eyes.

  “She looks like she’s in pain.” I turned away again.

  “Just watch,” he answered.

  I turned and watched the man finally drop the flogger and rub soft circles over her back and buttocks where he’d marked her. His hand slid between her legs and she arched and moaned, eyes falling closed before her body went rigid and she moaned in dull pulses that echoed through the room.

  “She loves pain. He hardly touched her and she came. That’s beautiful.”

  “Have you been with her?” I asked, suddenly filled with fear that he had. Someone else had had him before me. In that moment I suddenly wished with everything in my aching, lustful heart, that Slade and I had been together sooner. Wished we could have started earlier to have more time together, because suddenly it didn’t feel like any amount of time would ever be enough.

  “Yes,” he turned and answered my question honestly. “She’s been a member for a while; we’ve played a couple times.”

  “Have you done that to her?”

  “Y
es. It’s her favorite.”

  “Oh.” My mouth popped open in utter awe. So much to take in. So much to digest.

  I stood, riveted yet again. The man continued to play between her folds as she lay limp and blissfuly sated on the bench. Finally the man stood, smacked her ass playfully, then pushed his long erection into her. He fucked her softly, smoothly, as if in awe of her.

  “He’s rewarding her. Worshipping her. When a Dom takes a Sub, there’s a level of respect. You hand over your trust to me, and in turn, I’m so honored, grateful, in awe that you’ve put your body in my hands. It’s a powerful feeling.”

  “I had no idea…I think I’m going to need that drink now.” I crossed my arms and looked up into his affectionate eyes.

  “Sure.” He wrapped me in his big body, stroked my hair for a few seconds before placing a kiss on my crown and leading us to the bar.

  A few minutes later I stood swirling the ice cubes in my glass with the straw as I took in the club beneath us from Slade’s office.

  “Have questions?” He stood behind me, rubbing my arms.

  “Tons.” I took another drink. “Is it okay that we didn’t play?” I turned to look up at him.

  “It’s perfect that we didn’t play. I want you to be comfortable. Making you uncomfortable doesn’t make my dick hard.” He rubbed my shoulders as I thought over his words.

  “Got anymore plans tonight?” I simpered as I set down the glass and wrapped my hands around his neck.

  “Looks like you do.” He grinned and grabbed at my ass cheeks with his large hands. I moaned and rubbed my body against his.

  “All this sex makes me ache to feel you inside me,” I murmured and nipped at the taut flesh covering his throat.

  A low groan filtered through the thick air between us before I pressed myself to him and he lifted me in his arms, supporting me before pushing me against the window that looked out over the main floor.

  “So fucking hot. You drive me insane. Those sweet eyes, all big and curious as you walked through a sex club looking like a goddess. Every guy down there wanted up your dress tonight,” he growled and shoved a hand forcefully up my dress to drive between my legs.

  He pulled the thong that barely covered my center down my thighs before grunting and ripping them off, letting them fall at one ankle. I thrust my head back and adjusted myself so his heavy cock pressed deliciously against my clit.

  “Jesus Christ, you’re so fucking sexy. I fucking love this so much,” he mumbled and nipped at my neck as he rocked his dick back and forth, causing lust to pulse through my blood.

  I climbed higher and higher until the rough fabric of his pants abraded my clit and I exploded in his arms. My limbs fell weak and I panted as I came down from my first orgasm of the night.

  “Oh god.” I ran a hand through my hair to pull the stray strands off my forehead.

  “Right here, baby, and I need to see that face again tonight.”

  “What face?” I murmured through a sex haze.

  “Your cum face,” he grunted as he dropped me to the floor and pressed me into the corner where window met wall.

  I heard the zip of his pants and then his searing hot length was heavy between my legs and pushing.

  “Mmm, I need to feel you,” I moaned desperately as he guided his cock through my wet folds, coating himself in arousal.

  I sighed as he finally filled me. It felt like the one piece I’d been missing. The only thing I needed to survive. His body, his scent, him.

  My head fell back, hand slapping against the window before I turned to look out at the room below us.

  My eyes widened as I struggled to remember if the dark tint of the privacy glass meant people could see in or not. My heart pounded as Slade fucked me. I couldn’t stop thinking, stop looking as the faces below us engaged in their own moments of insurmountable passion.

  “Want them to watch you, baby? Want them to see you getting off around my dick?” he murmured in my ear, before his hand slammed on the wall above my head and the window began a slow rise. Cool air from the club filtered against my bare legs, the ones wrapped tightly around his waist as he pumped in and out of me. His dick teasing at the entrance, before plunging to blissful depths.

  “Slade.” I clutched at his shoulders and watched as the window reached maximum height and the noise of the club filtered up to us. My eyes flashed to every face, Dom, Sub, bartender, manager. Did they notice? Would they look up?

  They could see everything, know exactly what was happening and with who if they just glanced up.

  “Eyes.” The beautiful man filling me grunted and I twisted to catch his gaze for a moment. “Worried someone will see me taking this cunt? Filling up this sweet slut with my dick? My cum? Watch it drip down your legs and walk around with me inside you?”

  “Slade,” I moaned and clutched at his neck before locking my heels and rocking against him. I angled my body, pelvis pressed to him, head against the creamy walls. Slade took a step back, supporting me with his hands at my waist, clutching me with an intensity I’d never felt before.

  “You’re so beautiful, baby. Jesus, I’m so fucking lucky.” He held me nearly horizontal as he pushed in and out, one hand pressing against my clit and causing a slow burn to engulf my system.

  “I’m gonna cum, baby, and I want you with me. Show me how much you love those people seeing what a slut you are with me. See your beautiful breasts bouncing, your heels digging into my ass as I fuck you.”

  My body tensed and my head bent.

  “That’s it, slut, cum all over my cock.” He rubbed tight circles at my clit and I erupted around him, my nipples puckering, fire racing though veins, flooding and overriding every nerve-ending I possessed.

  “Jesus, yeah. Fuck, I love this,” he rambled as he came inside me. Hot searing spurts of semen filling me as I sighed and stretched, his heavy hands at the base of my back as he slowed his rocking and then eased out of me.

  “Fuck, you’re good,” he murmured as he ran a hand through his hair and zipped his pants.

  “Not so bad yourself.” I straightened the hemline of my dress and picked up my drink. “So, what’s next?” I sucked the amber liquid and felt it add to the buzz already surging through my system from Slade Thomas.

  His deep laughed filled the small office and echoed out onto the main floor. A bartender glanced up and Slade’s face broke into a wide smile. He waved and then turned to wink at me.

  “Bet he saw your tits.”

  “Slade!” I laughed and swatted his shoulder. “Take me back to your place so you can stop molesting me in public.”

  “But you love when I molest you in public,” as he groped me from behind.

  “Oh, that’s right.” I giggled as I dropped my glass off at the back bar before we left, holding hands and laughing like teenagers all the way to his car.

  “Tell me more about your brother?” I asked as she sat tucked in my lap on the balcony the following morning.

  “Well, we’ve only been talking the last few years, as you know. He’s sort of…between jobs right now, which is why it complicates things with my dad. My brother relies on him financially. I’m not judging, but my dad was never there for me, why would I want his money later, ya know? I manage on my own. Brian on the other hand…”

  I rubbed soft circles on her back as she picked at a muffin in her hands.

  “Does Brian pressure you to see your dad?”

  “Yeah. He doesn’t so much anymore because he knows how I feel. My dad is fucked up…because I won’t let him help me, he doesn’t want Brian and I seeing each other, thinks I’ll push Brian to cut him out too. So Brian and I meet in secret.”

  “Where does your dad live?”

  “Portland, but he’s a floater. I have no idea what he does; really, no one does. He just has all this cash, so I’m sure it’s something illegal.”

  “What does Brian think about it?”

  “He doesn’t say much, I think he suspects too. Actually, I haven�
�t talked to him lately. It’s been a few weeks, and usually we talk at least every other day, even by text. I’ll call him later.”

  I tore a bite of muffin from her hand and popped it in my mouth.

  “Hey.” She turned and dusted a crumb off the corner of my lip. “That was mine.” She leaned in and planted a sweet kiss on my mouth.

  “And here I thought you were locking everything up and throwing away the key.” I chuckled.

  “Mmm…” she licked her lips. “Guess you caught me on a good morning.” She winked playfully.

  “Good.” I pulled her tighter and tangled a hand in her hair to grasp her head and delve my tongue into her hot mouth. I licked at her, eased in and out, savored being with her like this. Close, easy, casual. The moments that I saw the heart of Dillon had me realizing all of this waiting had been worth it.

  I’d finally broken her down, collapsed her walls.

  “So tell me about last night,” I said, measured calm in my voice. Dillon did not respond to pushing. A well-learned lesson.

  “Hmm…well…I’m interested. I’m not sure if I like the fantasy of it or the reality, you know?”

  “Some things are definitely meant to stay fantasy, that’s for you to decide.”

  “Are there things you fantasize about but would never do?”

  “Sure. For instance, I’d love to fuck you while one of your idiot exes watches. Let him see how I make you cum, how you cream all over my face because I know your pussy so well, but that would be sharing you, and I never would. So yeah, that’s something that stays firmly in fantasy land.”

  “Lovely.” She rolled her pretty eyes.

  “So you think you’re into some of the things you saw?”

  “Yeah, maybe,” she trailed off and I waited. “I had a realization.”

  “Oh yeah?” I popped another piece of her muffin into my mouth. “You should eat this.”

  “Before you do?” she laughed.

  “Yes. So tell me what you realized.”

  “I don’t know if it makes sense, but being submissive with you weirdly makes me feel in control. I never would have imagined that. Submission always felt so weak to me, but I feel strong. I think you were right.”