by L. DuBois
He thrust into her, his cock so, so thick. The plum-like head bumped against her G-spot and another orgasm shook her. Aftershocks of pleasure made her tremble as he braced his hands beside her on the edges of the table and fucked her in earnest. His breathing was labored and rough, as if he were near the edge of his control. He grunted as he came, body tense and straining above hers.
Master Green lowered his head, resting it against her belly. She released the table and stroked her fingers through his hair. She wasn’t sure why she did it. Some part of her winced, aware that what she did was too intimate, perhaps too needy. But then he matched her tender touch with one of his own.
Her heart clenched when he kissed a path down her body, finishing with a kiss to her mound and a last gentle stroke of her clit.
She lay there for a moment before he slid his hands around her ribcage and helped her sit up. When he tugged her forward, she slid off the table to kneel on a pad he’d placed on the ground.
She spread her legs, laid her hands palm up on her thighs, raised her chin and lowered her eyes.
He stroked her cheek. “Lovely. You may look up.”
She was almost reluctant to do so—it had felt freeing to give up knowing what would happen. To abandon the idea that she could control the situation by looking at him and expressing her feelings.
Charlie tentatively met his eyes. Master Green smiled slightly, cupping her chin and stroking her cheek with his thumb. “I’m afraid our time has come to an end for this weekend.”
Her stomach clenched. No. She needed more.
“I have court in the morning,” he explained gently.
“Oh.”
“I owe you aftercare. I’ll arrange for one of the other Doms to care for you.”
Charlie shook her head. “No, Master. I’d rather not.”
He stared at her. “I cannot leave you like this.”
Charlie didn’t know how to reply to that. He seemed to consider her, then said, “I know this is frowned upon, but you will give me a way to contact you. You choose the medium—phone number, Skype contact, or something else. I will check in with you for emotional aftercare.”
She considered his request—though it had come out as an order—before she nodded. It was rare for members to interact outside of the club, besides the people who were married, dating, or worked together. But even then, they usually kept the worlds separate. This scene had been intense, and she’d been in the BDSM world long enough to know that they would both need the closure of aftercare.
“Good. But that does not negate the need for immediate aftercare. I will ask another Dom to help. You need to transition out of the space you’re in, and I’m afraid staying any longer isn’t an option for me.”
Charlie shivered, but nodded obediently.
Master Green rose. “I saw Master Benson earlier. Stand up and come with me.”
Charlie rose, then scooped up her dress when Master Green motioned to it. He helped her into it, doing only the clasps above and below her breasts and at her waist.
She followed him to the Constellation Court. “Benson,” he called out. A rough-looking man turned around. He had dark hair, but unlike Master Green’s, Master Benson’s hair was long and shaggy. He wore a sleeveless shirt and the tattoos covering his arms looked menacing in the daylight.
“Am I interrupting your checklist work?” Aram asked.
Benson snorted. “Not fucking likely. I’m avoiding it.”
Aram chuckled. “Best of luck with that.”
“Are Cleo and Hadrian getting back together?” Benson asked.
Aram sighed in disgust. “I would hope not. I would hope he’s smart enough not to make the same mistake twice.”
Charlie wondered what they were talking about, but didn’t dare speak.
“This is Charlotte. She and I have E. We just finished a rather intense scene, but unfortunately I have to leave. Will you take care of her?”
Charlie could feel Master Benson’s eyes on her and she leaned toward Master Green.
“What do you want done to her?”
“This lovely creature hasn’t had nearly enough orgasms.”
What’s that now? Charlie looked up at Aram. He grinned down at her and she grinned back. He was so strict she’d assumed aftercare would be rather boring and precise—kneeling in perfect posture while watching a scene, or something similar.
He held something up. A butterfly vibrator. Oh no, but also, ohhhh yes.
“Charlie, spread your legs,” Master Green ordered.
She stepped wide and he dropped to one knee.
“Hold your dress out of my way.”
Charlie sucked in a breath as he fitted the little vibrator against her clit, the butterfly’s wings spread against her labia, keeping the tiny vibrator in place.
“Benson, would you help with the strap?”
A second set of hands brushed over her as Master Benson grabbed the waist strap and fastened it snuggly around her hips, then did the same with the straps that went around her right thigh. Master Green handled the left thigh straps. He checked the fit, sliding his fingers under the vibrator to check the placement. He rose, then carefully fastened the clasps all the way down her dress.
Aram handed Benson the remote control for the butterfly vibrator. “How many times?” Benson asked.
“At least three, but no more than five. I want her pleasantly exhausted.”
“No touching, I assume.”
“No. But you’re welcome to ask her to dress and undress, show you her pussy and breasts.”
Charlie shivered a little. It was scary and sexy all at the same time when her Master lent her out.
Whoa, calm down, Charlie.
Aram Green wasn’t her Master. He was just a temporary partner. She’d even played with Master Benson before, though she’d been one of three subs he’d been flogging as part of a scene.
She needed to take this for what it was—Master Green ensuring she burned off all this submissive energy and was able to transition back to real life.
But she couldn’t help how submissive it made her feel, how owned. She was reacting to Master Green in a way she hadn’t reacted to a Dom in a long time. She needed to get her emotions under control and stop romanticizing something that was far from romantic. This was about dark, delicious sex. Her heart shouldn’t be fluttering. She shouldn’t be longing for a kiss.
Ugh. She was ridiculous sometimes.
Master Benson flipped on the vibrator. Charlie jumped as her clit came alive with acute pleasure. She nearly fell over and had to grab onto the arm of the chair Master Benson sat in.
Master Green patted her ass twice. “I’ll talk to you later, Charlie.”
Charlie nodded even as her whole body started to quake. She looked up. Master Benson was grinning like a child who’d just found a new toy.
“Ask nicely, little girl,” he murmured.
“Please, Master Benson, may I come?”
“Yes.”
The permission from a Dominant was the last piece she needed. Charlie came, bent over the chair, shivering and quaking. He turned the vibe off.
“That’s one. Sit on my lap and we’ll see how many we can get you to. But first undo the top of that dress. I’m going to enjoy looking at those breasts as you come.”
Charlie sank into his lap, tipped her head back, and gave herself over to the pleasure Master Benson was giving her.
See, there are other Doms. Don’t be stupid. Don’t fixate. Don’t get emotional.
She lost that train of thought when Master Benson flicked the vibrator back on and she arched back over his arm, panting in pleasure.
Chapter Six
The sound of his phone buzzing broke Aram from his reading-induced stupor. He checked the brass clock that sat on the corner of his desk, within the cone of light created by his elegant, modern lamp. A call at 11 p.m. at a Wednesday night was never good. Either it was a client who was in the middle of a crisis—questioning whether they should g
et a divorce, or whether they were being too harsh or too lenient in their terms—or someone had finally snapped and he’d need to call a criminal attorney and advise his client to plead the fifth and not move the body.
He picked up his phone, frowning at the screen. It was a Skype call. He tapped to open the app, then smiled as he saw the name. “E_is_exciting” was calling him.
Charlie.
He flipped the file closed and picked up his phone, answering the call.
Charlie’s face appeared, grainy for a moment before the connection cleared. She smiled at him. Her face was bare of makeup and her hair was on top of her head in a messy bun. A pair of almost absurdly large black-frame glasses sat on her nose. The coed was back—the geeky, submissive coed.
“Hello, Charlotte.”
“Hello, Sir.”
“I like the glasses.”
“My contacts were bugging me.”
It was an oddly intimate thing to say. He wasn’t quite sure how to respond. He settled for saying, “This is a surprise.”
Her smile fell. “I should have asked before I called.”
“Possibly, but it’s a pleasant surprise. Are you all right?” It hadn’t occurred to him until the words left his mouth that she might be in need of ongoing aftercare.
He’d spoken with her Monday afternoon. She’d recounted the hour she’d spent on Master Benson’s lap, her breasts on display as he mercilessly manipulated the remote, bringing her to five orgasms, until she’d been too limp and too tired to give any more. Aram asked about her ass, pussy, and nipples. He’d made her show him each body part so he could check for bruises. She’d admitted her nipples were still sore, and he’d found himself grunting with satisfaction.
“No, I was just, uh, remembering last weekend.”
He turned his chair to the floor-to-ceiling window, glancing out at the city lights before turning his attention back to her face. “Remembering?” A smile curled his lips.
She pressed her lips together and nodded slowly.
A low chuckle escaped him. She really was quite enchanting. “Where are you right now, Charlie?”
“At home.”
“I feel slightly absurd saying this since it’s such a cliché, but what are you wearing?”
“Ten minutes ago I was wearing baggy Dodgers sweats and a ratty old tank top.”
“And now?”
She smiled and said nothing.
He stopped the grin and put steel in his voice. “Show me what you’re wearing.”
The picture jiggled, then he got a view of her hand as she propped the phone on something. For a moment he caught sight of the room—glossy stone floors, white walls, and floor-to-ceiling windows that showed vast expanses of dark blue. No cityscape view—no lights of any kind.
Charlie bounced into view. She had on a matching bra and panty set, both pink lace and bedecked with ribbon and bows. It was slightly absurd, but his cock grew hard nonetheless.
“Feeling pink tonight?”
“Wanted to feel pretty.”
“Your loveliness has nothing to do with what you’re wearing.”
“Thank you, Sir.” The words were so soft he almost didn’t hear them.
He was tempted—very tempted—to engage in some video sex. But they’d already broken an unspoken rule by talking outside of the club. It had been necessary given the need for aftercare and his schedule. He’d been the one to open the talking-outside-the-club door, so he could hardly fault her for initiating a second communication. At no point had he explicitly stated he didn’t want her to call him again.
“Is there anyone else home?” She must live with her parents. She clearly had access to substantial funds, given that she was a member of Las Palmas, and the room behind her was part of a very nice house. If he had to guess, he’d say she had an ocean view—that’s the only place in L.A. where you could find unrelieved darkness at night. That meant she was very likely the daughter of wealthy parents.
That thought made him grimace. He was too old to be video sexting with a girl who lived with her parents. Especially when she was wearing frilly pink lingerie.
“Uh, no.” She gave him a weird look. “Just me.”
He considered breaking off the call, just telling her not to ring him again and hanging up, but that would be cruel and confusing for her. He focused on her, forcing himself to ignore his suppositions.
“Remove your panties. Good. Now the bra.”
She stood naked before him, a little shy. Her fingers were twisting nervously and she’d turned her hip slightly away from the camera.
“Come closer, I want to see your breasts up close.”
She stepped up to the camera until those lovely breasts filled the screen. As he watched, her nipples tightened. “Still sore?”
“A little.”
“Now your pussy. Spread your legs and move the camera so I can see your pussy.”
He heard her breathing go shallow and choppy as she moved to obey. He got a nice view of her shadowy pussy.
“Charlie, you’re going to go to bed now. You’re going to sleep naked.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Leave your phone on. Turn up the ringer. I will call you at 5:45.”
“A.M.?”
“Yes, 5:45 in the morning. That’s when I wake up. You will pull down the covers and show off your lovely body while I masturbate. Then you will go back to sleep.”
“And me, Sir?”
“And you what?”
The phone moved, and then he was looking at her face. “Do I get to masturbate? Do I get to come?”
Aram smiled. “I’ll speak with you in the morning, Charlie.”
He hung up, grinning as he imagined her frustration. He hadn’t explicitly told her she couldn’t come, but also hadn’t given her permission. Technically she only had to obey him when they were at the club, but it seemed that the sweet Charlie was interested in obeying in an expanded venue.
That might change his plans for “Exhibitionism-Strangers.”
Chapter Seven
“Sir, please.” Charlie swallowed hard and took a half step back.
“Charlotte, I will give you the order one last time. Your choice is to obey or use your safe word. This is not a negotiation.” Master Green was wearing dark gray slacks, a matching waistcoat, and a dove gray shirt.
She’d considered making a shades of gray joke, but from the moment she’d arrived he’d been stern and demanding. And she found it oh-so-sexy.
But this…this she didn’t want to do.
He motioned to the contraption beside him. It looked like a spanking bench, but instead of the classic wood and leather, this one was made of metal. He’d folded and stacked towels, placing them over the step where her knees went and along the slanted plane where her upper body rested. There was a good reason it was made of metal—this particular spanking bench was located in one of two bathroom playrooms. Charlie had never been in them before.
The entire room was tiled in blue-veined white marble. The massive shower stall had restraint points in the ceiling and walls, multiple showerheads and hoses. There was a tub large enough to take five or six people, and a whole selection of toys and equipment customized to be used in a bathroom.
Including the easy-to-wash-down spanking bench. But he wasn’t going to use it to spank her. That wouldn’t make her balk. She liked spankings.
Positioned beside the spanking bench was an IV stand, and hanging from it was an inverted glass bottle. A black rubber hose dangled from the neck of the bottle. The other end of the rubber hose was capped with an enema butt plug. The plastic plug had a hole in it that would allow the enema fluid to flow into her.
“Charlotte, now. Over the bench.”
Stay or go. Obey or submit.
Stay.
Submit.
Grimacing, she walked to the bench, kneeling on the lower step and laying her upper body over the slanted top. Her boobs were too big for her to lay her head down, so she folded her arms unde
r her head and rested her cheek on her forearm.
“Spread your knees.”
Master Green’s hands on her thighs helped her open her legs. Charlie grimaced at how exposed the position left her. Yet she also shivered in pleasure as his hands stroked her.
With her head turned to the side she was able to watch as he plucked a plastic glove out of a box and pulled it on. It made that rubbery snapping noise that seemed both menacing and sexy.
She must have made a noise because he looked over at her. “What are you feeling right now?”
“Scared, embarrassed.” She closed her eyes. “Turned on by the sight of you in those gloves?” It was a question because she sort of couldn’t believe it. She didn’t have a medical fetish.
“Oh?” His gloved fingers traced the line of her spine. “That’s good. It will make examinations all the more fun.”
“Isn’t this an examination, Sir?”
“If I wanted to, I could combine items from our list. I could change this scene so I examine you as you get your enema. Maybe I could even stroke your clit as part of the exam.” His fingers trailed down to her ass, spreading the cheeks. “I’d bring you close to orgasm, and then stop touching you. I’d do it again and again. That would take care of edging.”
Warm lube drizzled over the crack of her ass. She clenched her ass and bit her lip.
“I could do three in one, and then go immediately into another scene. I could rush this, get it done as fast as possible.”
He massaged her anus with the flat pad of his thumb, and it felt so good Charlie moaned and pressed back against him, nearly penetrating herself on his finger.
“But that’s not what I want. I want to take my time. I want you to focus on each item. We will explore each one thoroughly.”
The tip of his finger pressed into her anus.
Charlie breathed slowly and deeply. It was hardly the first time someone had used her ass. She’d been fucked anally more than a few times, though she found wearing a plug and having her pussy fucked while she was stuffed full to be more enjoyable than anal sex.
The tip of his finger massaged the inside of her anus, stimulating the sensitive nerve endings there. Charlie kept up her slow, deep breathing.
