She released the strap and pulled the ball out of his mouth to give him a kiss. He moaned in surprise as she slipped her tongue inside and gave him a taste of himself. With her high heels, they were of similar height, so she had no trouble plastering her body to his and rubbing her engorged nipples and clit against his hot skin. It would have taken very little to orgasm with just that contact, but she had other plans. It was time for her to conquer his body completely.
Releasing his mouth, she sauntered over to her bag of toys. Doubt tried to creep into her mind, and she batted it away. They had played enough. He could take this. He trusted her, and she trusted that he had given himself to her completely. She would possess his body tonight, and he would submit like the good sub he had become in such a short time. With only a second’s more hesitation, she pulled out her black leather harness with the flesh-colored dildo already fitted through the hole. She grabbed a bottle of lube as well and turned to face her sub. His eyes were open and there was a look of concern on his face. He stared at what she held and licked his lips.
“You can do this for me,” she said in an encouraging tone. “You will do this for me,” she added more sternly.
He opened his mouth, then closed it again and looked straight ahead. Juliette went around to his back and slipped into the harness where he couldn’t see her. The vibrating bullet was already inside the harness’s front pocket. All she had to do was slide her fake cock into Trey’s very real and inviting ass, and the bullet would massage her clit. She could already feel the sensation through memory alone. First things first, though. Her sub had a virgin ass and she couldn’t just shove inside him without causing the kind of pain that was not fun.
The orgasm she had given him helped ease his body, relax his muscles, but arousal would help her cause as well. It would take patience and she had it. She took long minutes to caress his body, to tease the most sensitive spots. She tweaked his nipples, rubbed his cock, and massaged his balls. His body was rigid, on guard, at first. Eventually he let go, hanging from his restraints, eyes closed. When his cock once more stood erect, she put a dollop of lube on her finger and slid it between his ass cheeks. The moment she touched him there, he jerked.
“Stop,” she admonished. “It displeases me when you act as if I won’t be careful with you.”
“I’m sorry, Mistress,” he replied in a strained voice. “This is hard for me.”
“Of course, it is. If it weren’t, there wouldn’t be as much pleasure for either of us. Relax. I promise you’ll like this. Remember your role is to trust and obey.” She circled his anus with the tip of her finger for a few seconds. Despite her efforts and admonishment, he was tense again, his ass cheeks clenching tight, trapping her finger. She was going to have to distract him better. Reaching around his body, she twisted one of the nipple clamps at the same time she slipped her finger into his asshole.
Trey yelled, but it worked. Her finger slipped inside and she held it there. “See, not so bad.”
“Yes, Mistress.” He didn’t sound very convinced.
She wiggled the finger around and pushed it in and out. His sphincter clamped down, not giving way, forcing her to press hard. She squirted more lube onto it and the second finger and eased two fingers inside. Her sub grunted in pain and it wasn’t good pain, either. She knew the difference.
Juliette held the fingers still and planted kisses on his shoulder. “Relax and push out,” she told him in as soft a voice as she could manage given the height of her passion. So close to her goal, her body was revved up with nowhere to go.
Trey took a deep breath and let it out in a hard whoosh. “I’m trying, Mistress. I just can’t seem—” He stopped and then, “No! Take them out. Now. Stop!”
The words were like a slap to her face, echoing her time with Tom. She pulled her fingers out quickly and took a step back. Her own breathing came out in harsh pants as she fought for control. Damn, she was disappointed to the edge of mad, mad at him and mad at herself. She had chosen wrong again. Trey wasn’t ready to submit to her totally and while another woman might stick around to see if he would change, she couldn’t. She wouldn’t. She did not need another controlling sub.
With jerky movements, she stripped off her harness, returned to her bag and tossed it in. The lube joined it and she cleaned her fingers with exaggerated care while she brought her emotions under control. Her passion had fled. Her body sagged with sudden fatigue. Tears pricked her eyes, but she didn’t let them fall. Stupid to have become so infatuated with a man after only a couple of weeks. She tossed on a wrap around skirt, zippered her bag shut with a vicious tug, took a few deep breaths and turned to Trey.
He watched as best he could from where he remained immobilized. Wordlessly, not looking at his face directly, she went to him and released his restraints. She was a careful Domme, so she made sure to rub the circulation back into his arms before unbuckling his waist. She could feel his eyes trained on her. When she bent to free his ankles, he spoke.
“Mistress, I’m sorry.” His voice quiet, he sounded sincere. It didn’t matter, she knew from bitter experience how deceptive a sub’s words could be.
She straightened and looked into his eyes. Because he had a troubled expression on his face, she forced a smile to her own. No need to be cruel and no need to let him know how disappointed she was. “It’s all right,” she assured him. “This was an experiment. We had two good weeks, but I’m not the right Domme for you and you’re not the right sub for me.”
“What? No,” he replied, alarm in his voice. When she turned from him, his hand shot out and grabbed her upper arm. A hard look from her led him to let her go. “Please, Mistress,” he continued, following her. “It’s just that it’s too soon from me. I’m not ready for that. I need more time. Damn it, Juliette, I’m not like that other guy.”
Juliette walked to the door and stopped. She could feel the heat of his body, though he kept a respectful distance. Part of her wanted to stay, to work him some more, fuck him hard and forget the ass play. A bigger part of her told her to go. She couldn’t risk another sub topping her from the bottom. Her confidence couldn’t survive it. She looked at Trey over her shoulder.
“We agreed that I would be your Mistress. Your job was to trust and obey. You’re obviously not ready for that, and frankly I’m not willing to find out if you are ever going to be ready.” The look in his eyes had her softening her tone. His upset was genuine. “You’re a strong man, Trey, and a commanding one. Maybe you’re not cut out to be a sub. Maybe you should find a nice woman out there in the club who wants to be dominated.”
He shook his head hard. “No, that’s not me. I’m not a Dom. I thought without ever articulating it that I was. I know better now. You’ve showed me what I am.” He stepped closer to her. “I’m a sub. I’m your sub, Juliette. Please give me another chance.”
She wanted to. Oh, how she wanted to, but she didn’t dare. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. With a deep breath to hold back the tears that still threatened to come, she gave one last order. “Sit down and wait here for thirty minutes, or longer until you’re steady. I’ll ask Dru to make sure you’re okay to leave the club. Don’t try to follow me.”
Unable to bear the look of the sadness in his eyes, she turned and bolted from the room.
Chapter Seven
Mike heaved a big sigh for the second time in a minute, and once again Trey ignored him. He knew his friend wasn’t having any fun and frankly, neither was he. Some stupid impulse had led him to cajole the guy into club hopping, but his heart wasn’t into it. No surprise there. This was the wrong type of club for him now, and the women sending him flirty signals weren’t the right kind of women. He knew it. Mike knew it. No wonder his friend was sighing and drumming his bored fingers on the table top.
“Okay,” Trey admitted, knocking back the last of his beer. “This was a mistake.”
“Damn straight it was,” the other man replied. “You going to tell me what happened with the flogging accountant o
r what?”
Trey shook his head. “Doesn’t matter.”
“The hell it doesn’t. Let’s get out of here. I can’t hear myself think, let alone talk.”
Despite not wanting to talk about the debacle the other night with Juliette, Trey followed Mike out into the waning evening. The street was full of people hustling from one place to another, but it was cooler and quieter than the club had been. It didn’t lift his spirits, though. He was miserable since his Mistress had dumped him. It felt as if a heavy weight pressed on his chest, squeezed his heart, shortened his breath. No amount of work or play eased the tension. He hadn’t been this bad when Gina had dumped him. How could a woman he barely knew affect him this badly?
Mike hustled across the street and plopped down on a park bench. He gestured toward the place next him. “Sit down and tell Uncle Mike all about it.”
“Suck my dick, Uncle Mike,” Trey replied without heat. Instead of sitting, he braced one foot against the bench seat and rested his chin in his hand. “Sorry, man, I don’t think I’m up for talking about it.”
“Yeah, I know, you’d rather suffer in silence, but I have to tell you, I have never seen you so fucked up and distracted. I’m worried about you, dude.”
Trey traded his chin for his forehead and groaned. “I’m okay, I’m just an idiot, is all.” The memory of his failure loomed up as it had repeatedly for the last few days. He couldn’t stop thinking about how he had chickened out. The look on Juliette’s face when she gave him his walking papers haunted him. He had failed her, failed himself. Goddamn, he wished he could do it over. The thing was, though, he couldn’t be sure he could go through with it. The thought of being fucked in the ass, even by a woman, raised insecurity he barely had acknowledged before.
“By that I assume you mean that you screwed up something with the accountant and she tossed your sorry ass out of the dungeon.”
Trey barked out a laugh. “Yeah, something like that.” It was all about his ass, and what made him feel as if his ass was some kind of sacred ground? Hadn’t he talked Gina into letting him fuck her in the ass? It had been sweet, and he had taken good care of her, going slow and easy. He knew the drill and Juliette had been taking equally good care of him when he had broken. Maybe it was him. He had seen lots of videos on the net of men being fucked by women. They seemed to enjoy themselves, that was for sure. Of course, one couldn’t believe everything on the internet. Did other straight men really like being pegged?
Trey arched a brow at his friend. “You really want to help me?”
Mike shook his head. “No. I love wasting my Saturday night sitting in a park shooting the shit with another guy instead of hooking up with a fine woman. It’s a quirk of mine.”
Trey rolled his eyes. “Okay smart mouth. Here’s a question for you. You ever let a woman do you in the ass?”
Mike’s eyes popped open for a second before he looked away and squirmed. “Um, wow, when you decide to open up, you don’t mess around.” He slanted his gaze back to Trey. “Is this what screwed the pooch for you, she wanted to peg you?”
Trey took a deep breath. “I took the beatings and the clamps and the orders and I was in heaven. I promised I could take anything she dished out, but when she went for my asshole, I balked. I told myself I would submit. She trusted me to, and I was determined. But when push came to shove, so to speak, I panicked.” Standing up, he groaned. “She said I didn’t trust her enough and wasn’t prepared to submit to her entirely. She’s not into a power struggle. She said…” He stopped.
Mike stood up, too. “She said what?”
“Argh! She said maybe I’m a Dom, that I really do need to be in control. It’s not true, I swear it’s not. I thought I was. I thought I needed to be the alpha male all the time. When I was with her, though, at the club, at her mercy, it was fantastic. I could relax in a way I hadn’t in years. I didn’t have to worry about a thing except obeying.” He stared into his friend’s eyes. “I know it’s hard for you to understand, but it’s liberating.”
Mike rubbed a hand over his face. “I can’t say I understand it. I do know that I’ve seen the effects on you of being with this woman for the last couple of weeks. You were more relaxed, happier, than I’ve seen you in a long time. Maybe more than I’ve ever seen you. I can also say that while I’ve never had the full experience, I have had a female finger or two inside me and it rocked.”
“Yeah?”
His friend grinned broadly. “It rocked my orgasm big time. The prostate is your friend. And, there’s nothing gay about it, if that’s your worry.”
“I guess maybe it is, which is just dumb on so many levels.”
Mike clasped his shoulder. “Go back to the club and find your accountant. Get down on your submissive knees and beg for a second chance.”
Trey gave his friend a feral grin. “Yeah, you’re right. That’s exactly what I’m going to do, and I’m going to stay on my knees until she decides I’m worthy of another chance.” His grin faded. “If she ever does decide.” If she didn’t, he thought, then it was his own fault and he would accept her judgment as his Mistress. But he would at least show her how contrite he truly was and pray for an opportunity to redeem himself. Then he would pray for the strength to follow through.
* * * * *
Dru greeted Juliette as soon as she entered the club. Perhaps the manager could sense her unease at returning to the place. God knows she had warred with herself for hours before coming. There was a risk of running into Trey, and while she told herself it was unimportant, that returning to the club was necessary to keep from losing her confidence all over again, she knew deep down inside that part of her wanted to run into her newly ex-sub.
The manager smiled. “I wasn’t sure you’d come back.”
Juliette blew out a breath. “Was it that obvious Trey and I crashed and burned the other night?”
Dru cocked her head. “I could tell something had gone amiss. I can tell you’re too good a Domme to run out on a sub post-play like that.”
“Yes,” she replied, grimly and ashamed. “That was not well done of me.”
“It’s okay, he was fine, physically anyway.” She paused. “Do you need to talk?”
The idea of opening up to this virtual stranger gave Juliette pause, but then what did it matter? This woman might understand how she felt and God knew there really wasn’t anyone else in her life she could talk to about what had happened. “Yes, actually I could use a sympathetic ear.”
Dru beckoned toward the bar. “Come on then, let’s grab a soda.”
Once they were seated and sipping on their drinks, Juliette related how she had a crisis of confidence after her last sub and then how Trey had seemed to be another guy who couldn’t really submit. “I seem to be on a losing streak where subs are concerned,” she confessed.
The other woman shrugged. “I understand about your old submissive. Some guys really get off playing the sub while holding the whip hand, so to speak. It’s an old story and a lousy one. It can really mess you up. I’m not so sure I’d put Trey in that category, though.”
“Do you think I pushed him too hard to soon?”
“Maybe. Let me ask you this, if it hadn’t been for your previous experience, would you have been as upset with him freaking out about ass play?”
Juliette sighed and rested her head against the back of her chair. “I don’t know. I’ve wondered about that ever since it happened. Perhaps I overreacted. No,” she amended, fist pounding the armrest. “I did overreact. Damn, it was another manifestation of my lost confidence. I know that. I’ve started to call Trey a half dozen times, but I stop because I don’t want to take the chance. It will be safer to find a more experienced sub, someone who knows his limits.”
“Safer,” Dru agreed. “Not as fulfilling, though. There was real chemistry between you two. We all noticed it.”
“Really?” She couldn’t say why exactly, yet hearing it gave her a feeling of warmth. She’d thought there was something
special beginning with Trey. If other people had noticed then she must have been right. Before she could pump the manager for more advice, her attention was drawn to the front door. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a familiar form. A gasp erupted past her lips before she could stop it.
Dru turned to look and arched her brows. “Someone you know?”
“Tom,” Juliette spit out. “My ex, my ex before Trey.”
“Ah, the manipulative one. Shall I have Hayden escort him out?”
Juliette hopped off her chair. “No, I’ll take care of this.” Her stomach was already churning as she strode toward Tom. He was dressed in a provocative way, tight leather pants molded his excellent, young body and cupped his impressive package. A black sleeveless t-shirt showed off his arms. She noticed a new tat adorned his right biceps. His blond hair was shorter and sculpted into spikes. As he sauntered into the main reception area, his gaze swiveled back and forth. It stopped, he stopped, when he spotted her. His face lit up in a broad smile.
Despite her anger, Juliette’s body reacted to the sight of her old lover with glee. Nipples hardened against the silk of her corset, and her clit tingled. She ruthlessly tamped down the longing and scowled when she reached him. “What are you doing here, Tom?”
“Hey, Mistress, you look fabulous.”
“Don’t call me that! I am not your Mistress.”
His grin faded. “I know, but I want to change that. I found a card lying around for this place and thought I’d give it a try.” He dropped his gaze and softened his tone. “I have to confess I kind of hoped to run into you. You won’t take my calls.” He looked up at her from under his lashes.
She felt the familiar tug of desire once more and her hand twitched at the memory of playing with this man. It would be so easy to fall back into the old pattern of wrestling for power with Tom. But she knew it would be a mistake. Not only was she done with power plays, she’d had a taste of another man, a better man, honestly. When she pictured Trey next to Tom, there was no contest. Trey exuded power and confidence, whereas Tom oozed smarmy charm. Yes, the guy was beautiful, but how had she been so blind? Real pleasure came from dominating an alpha male. Match the two men up, and Trey would blow away the other. She could imagine it easily, and then she didn’t have to. The door opened and in he walked.
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