by LK Shaw
I focused on Marcus, sure I’d see a satisfied smirk on his face knowing he made me orgasm in public. Instead he gazed at me so intently, arousal practically glowing from his eyes and an expression of awe on his face. I also saw a flash of something unidentifiable.
“That was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever witnessed. Watching you lose control like that was spectacular. While there might be a few women in here who would look at you as though you did something wrong, I bet there are twice that number of women who wish they had been you. They wish their man would have the balls to give them an orgasm that hard. I can guarantee that if you asked them, they wouldn’t care that it was in front of a restaurant full of people. You are beautiful and sexy, and every one here is going to see how much you turned me on when we get up to leave, because I don’t see myself losing this erection any time soon. I’m going to have a hard-on for days.”
Some of my embarrassment left me at his words. I still trembled in shock from having an orgasm in such a public way. Yes, he’d made me orgasm at Eden, but it had been in a darkened corner, where as this was a well-lit restaurant, and I knew that someone had been watching us. Now that my embarrassment had faded a little I could admit to a small amount of pride in the fact that I turned this man on with minimal effort.
We spent the rest of the night enjoying our meal and talking about our daily lives even though he seemed distracted and tense again now that he’d pleasured me. It actually felt like a real date. He even dropped me off at home with a long, deep goodnight kiss that had me ready to jump his bones.
“Are you sure you don’t want to come in?” I asked shyly, expecting him to snap up the invitation.
It surprised me when he shook his head. “Not tonight. Thank you for a lovely dinner. I’ll call you tomorrow.”
Confused, and admittedly, a little hurt, I watched him get in his car and drive off, neither of us noticing the man standing across the street in the shadows.
Chapter Twenty-One
Penny
“That man confuses the hell out of me,” I complained to Bridget. I called her after Marcus left. “He takes me out to a nice dinner, like a real date, finger fucks me under the table with a damn audience, brings me home, kisses me goodnight, and leaves.”
“What’s wrong with that? I think it’s sweet.” Bridget questioned.
“Nothing’s wrong with it, per se. I invited him in, he declined. I was beyond ready to fuck this man, and he did nothing except kiss me. Don’t get me wrong, it was a fantastic kiss, but after what happened at the restaurant, I was hoping he’d take it to the next level. He’s blowing hot and cold, and it’s driving me nuts. I can’t get a read on him. At times, it seems like he’s really interested and then he seems so aloof.”
“Have you learned nothing yet? You might have been ready to jump his bones, but you’re not the one in control in this relationship. He is. I’m sure there is a reason for everything he does or doesn’t do as the case may be. Obviously tonight was about teaching you something, not about him fucking you. Be patient, grasshopper. All good things will come. You have to learn that they may not come on your timetable. Ha ha, I said ‘come’.” Bridget laughed at her own joke.
I groaned, laughing with her. “God, you’re like a fourteen-year-old boy. If you’re done laughing at your lame teenage humor, can we talk serious here? I don’t get Marcus. I’ve been putty in his hands from the moment he first touched me. I’ve practically thrown myself at his feet. Do I need to wear a sign that says ‘Fuck me, please’?”
“No, you need to be patient. A Dom/sub relationship isn’t always about sex. A lot of times, it’s about the power exchange. Take tonight for instance. You and Marcus were having a normal, vanilla dinner. Something any couple off the street would do, right?” She didn’t even wait for me to respond before she continued her explanation. “Then the power exchange came into play. Marcus told you to take your underwear off, and you did. Because you followed his command, you gave him his Dominant power. And you did give it to him. He didn’t take anything from you. It was consensual. That’s the power exchange. He told you to do something and you did it. He would have been perfectly happy with you just obeying him. The finger fucking was a bonus.”
I thought about what she said for a while. It made sense, even if it didn’t make me any less horny.
“The orgasm I had at the restaurant wasn’t enough. I need more. I can’t even do anything about it either, because he’s already punished me once for making myself orgasm. So now I have to suffer in my arousal,” I whined.
Bridget laughed. “Welcome to submission. It won’t always be like that, though. Besides, you should be careful about what you wish for. The next thing you know, you’ll be having forced orgasms that go on forever and ever and you’ll wish you were back to the times when you weren’t allowed to have one.”
I was silent throughout her speech even though I really wanted to ask. Forced orgasms? I was pretty sure that was something I didn’t want to experience yet I did.
“Fine, so I’ll be patient and wait for him to finally decide it’s time to fuck me. Even if it kills me, which it very well might. I’m going to die from orgasm deprivation. Thanks for everything Bridget. I’m glad I have someone I can call about these things. I’ll talk to you soon.”
After we said our goodbyes, I lay there thinking about everything she’d told me about the power exchange. Marcus had used that term before, but I didn’t really understand the meaning behind it until now. What Bridget described was what I thought I’d been looking for. Giving up my control to someone else. Someone who accepted that power and, in return, took care of my needs. Yes, I had enjoyed what Marcus did in the restaurant, even though I was more embarrassed than I’d ever been in my life. Was what I’d received from it worth it? And I wasn’t talking about the orgasm. I was talking about letting someone else decide what I needed. I was talking about giving a man that much control when I knew, at some point, he was going to break my heart. Was a power exchange, where I gave up my control to someone else, what I really wanted? It didn’t take me long to decide. Yes.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Marcus
I sat at the kitchen table drinking my morning coffee and going through my mail, running the previous evening through my mind. I don’t know what had tempted me to take Penny out on what felt like a date. There was something intriguing about her. She was such a mix of naive innocence and passionate vixen it was next to impossible to not want to see where this thing between us would go. Sadly, I didn’t have a choice except to maintain a student/teacher relationship. Especially with Evan back in play. He’d use any weakness against me. I knew if I came to care for Penny it would make her vulnerable to Evan’s game of cat and mouse. A game I had no intention of playing. I needed to put a call in to Connor and see if he had any updates. The waiting was driving me insane.
I was shuffling through my mail when I came across a single sheet of paper folded in half. Opening it, I cursed as I read the two short sentences printed on the paper.
You can’t hide them forever. I WILL find her.
“Fuck,” I yelled as I balled up the paper and threw it across the room. I knew it would only be a matter of time before he made contact again. I’d been receiving various notes of this kind for months now, with the last one arriving a couple of weeks ago. Of course, the timing sucked. Knowing there was nothing to be done but wait for Evan’s next move or for Connor to find him, I went back to getting ready for work. I only hoped the day flew by. I wanted to see Penny, even if I knew it wasn’t the wisest decision considering Evan might be watching. I needed to lose myself in her.
Between my morning delivery and a long day of appointments with clients wanting to discuss their retirement and businessmen buying out companies, I needed to release the increasing stress. I needed to find that release in Penny. I ignored my use of the word “need”. Picking up my phone, I dialed her number.
“Hello,” came her soft, sweet voice over the lin
e.
Immediately, my tension eased. “Hello, Sweetness. How are you today?”
“I’m doing well, Sir,” she responded, almost whispering the last word.
“I’m glad to hear that, little sub. I want to play tonight. We’ll be going to Eden. I’ll pick you up at eight. I want you to wear something that makes you feel sexy.” Anticipation vibrated through my veins at the thought of seeing her.
She replied immediately, “Yes, Sir. I’ll be ready for you.”
I said goodbye and smiled at the sound of anticipation I heard in her voice. I packed up my office and headed home forgetting about the letter that had waited for me this morning. I left the house at 7:30 and headed to pick up my sub. I stumbled a little. No, not MY sub. Just a sub I was mentoring.
Arriving promptly at eight, I knocked on her door and almost swallowed my tongue when she answered. She wore a deep purple, almost black, knee-length halter dress that accentuated her hourglass figure. What made it stunning was the keyhole cut out between her breasts. The cut out was big enough to see the swell of her breasts and dipped low enough to see the shadow between them, but small enough to still keep everything covered. It offered a tease of what to expect beneath the dress and made me want to tear the thing off her to see the gorgeous body underneath.
“You look stunning, and definitely sexy in that dress, Sweetness,” I complimented her.
She ducked her head, and the pink that was quickly becoming my favorite color spread across her cheekbones. “Thank you, Sir.”
I offered her my arm. “Shall we?” I asked before I escorted her out to the car.
We arrived at the familiar warehouse district and after Philip, the security guard, granted us entrance, we made our way down the hall to the public playroom. Penny avidly avoided looking at the desk in the foyer, which had me chuckling inside.
Soft music played throughout the area, and the crowd was on the light side as it was still early. We made our way through the room, my hand wrapped around Penny’s, as I stopped to say hello to a few of the Doms I knew, including Connor Black. Connor was the owner of the security firm I’d hired to track down Evan. I needed to speak with Connor soon, especially after the letter I’d received today.
Connor, who was built like a linebacker, was also another one of Eden’s investors. He wasn’t handsome in the typical sense; his face was too craggy, but he had a certain ruggedness that had the subs at Eden vying for his attention. He didn’t play publicly, at least not that I’d ever seen. He always took the few subs I’d seen him with into one of the private rooms. There were times I would catch him watching Bridget with this look on his face. It was one of almost longing. In the blink of an eye, though, it disappeared and made me question if I really had seen it.
After I made our excuses, I led her toward the back of the public area where we entered a hallway where private rooms branched off. I spoke softly to one of the dungeon monitors, asking for the availability of one of the rooms. When he nodded, I opened the door and ushered Penny in. Decadent described it perfectly.
Silk fabric covered the walls and the king-size canopy bed dominated the center of the room with its plush headboard with satin fabric covering. Everywhere your eyes met was silks and satin fabrics including yards of it hanging from the thick canopy and its matching posters. It was made to have the look of wealth without being tacky. I led Penny to the foot of the bed where I bent down to assist her out of her shoes. She balanced her hand on my shoulder and wobbled when, after removing her first shoe, I slid my hand up her calf and thigh barely stopping before I reached her sex. I performed the same task to her other leg, removing her shoe and caressing her entire leg from toes to upper thigh. She shivered as I traced my path.
I reached up to squeeze her ass cheek underneath her dress. She moaned at my touch. I had seen the redness of her ass after a punishment. Now, I wanted to see the soft pink marks of pleasure. From behind, I slipped my finger through her slit, teasing her holes as I went. She shivered as I traced around the rim of her back passage and arched into my touch when I moved it to her front opening, coaxing the wetness out. Coating my finger in her essence, I moved my hand backward again and slipped the tip of the digit into her ass. Using the fingers of my other hand, I circled her clit. Her thighs glistened with her juices. I continued my dual assault before sliding two fingers inside her pussy. I alternated the push and pull of the fingers in her pussy and the finger in her ass, pushing the single digit further in with each thrust. She gripped my head, tugged on my hair, and then yelled out my name as she reached her peak. I felt tiny tremors course through her body, and she clenched down on my fingers.
I pulled my fingers from her and quickly washed my hands in the adjoining bathroom. She remained standing where I’d left her, with a well-satisfied look on her face. I reached up to sweep the hair off her neck, and I unzipped the back of her dress before sliding it up and over her head. I tossed it to the side before relieving her of her bra. Her breasts, with nipples like the largest, juiciest berries, sagged the slightest bit with their weight.
I needed a taste of their sweetness. I turned her toward me and pushed them together and licked one, then the other, transferring my attention between the two equally. I worshipped her breasts, savoring their flavor. She gasped as I took her nipples between my teeth and gave each of them a bite.
“Turn around and grab that poster,” I said, pointing at the canopied poster nearest her. I quickly disrobed while watching as she planted her widespread feet on the floor and bent slightly forward, wrapping her hands around the thick square poster of the canopy bed, pushing her ass out the tiniest bit. I was surprised at how she had positioned herself almost intuitively based on my brief instruction.
I stepped over to the wardrobe that I knew housed the implement I was searching for. Opening the door, I found the black flogger. I removed it from its hook and admired the craftsmanship of its design. I lightly slapped the falls across the palm of my hand and ran my fingers through them, breathing in the leather scent.
“You may use your safe word at any time,” I told her as I brought the implement over to her to see up close. “I’m sure you recognize this from your first visit here.”
With glazed eyes as she still recovered from her orgasm, she took in the flogger and nodded almost eagerly. “Yes, Sir, I remember it well.”
“Wonderful. Now, don’t let go,” I warned as I teased the falls of the flogger across her back on either side of her spine to give her a feel for the sensation. I held back at first, like a loving caress. With each pass, I made the force of my strokes stronger. I made sure to alternate between sides and my cock hardened as the pink colors brightened with each thwap of the flogger’s falls. I stopped briefly, pushed my erection against her ass, and reached around in front of her to cup her dripping sex. I teased her slit. “What color are we, sub?”
She pushed against me and gasped out, “Green, Sir.”
Stepping back I admired the pink blush of her back. I started a rhythm again, softly caressing her back, then strengthening my strikes. I continued on, building up the strength and absorbing the feel of each strike through the handle of the flogger, continuing to monitor her color. When her back was a beautiful shade of red, my patience disappeared. I knew she was wet. We hadn’t discussed protection in our negotiations, an oversight that had me questioning my true feelings even from our first meeting. “I want to feel you all around me. As a member of the club, I’m tested regularly and I’m clean.”
She moaned and writhed in arousal. “Yes, Sir, I’m also clean, and I’m on the pill. Please, I need you to fuck me. Now.”
I didn’t hesitate a second longer. Tossing the flogger aside, I spread her legs even further apart, and in one heartbeat, I thrust into her sopping wet pussy from behind. I reached around with one hand and grabbed a handful of breast, and palmed her soaked pussy with the other. I played with her clit as I continued to thrust in and out. Penny pushed back against me with each forward thrust of my cock.<
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“Fuck, you turn me on. I could fuck you forever. This soft, sweet pussy of yours was made to be filled by me.” The muscles in her body tightened, and I knew her orgasm was seconds away. Increasing the pressure on her clit, I quickened my thrusts as my balls drew up. I was about to explode, but she needed to come first. My prayers were answered when her pussy contracted against my dick, and the orgasm rushed through her. She threw her head back and screamed my name with the force of it. At the same time, my cock erupted as her pussy continued to milk every last drop of my seed. When the final tremor ceased, I pulled out of her and helped her onto the bed, where I pulled her body close to mine, whispering words of approval and kissing her on the forehead. She wrapped herself around me and closed her eyes as I continued whispering softly to her. Within moments, I knew she was asleep as her entire body relaxed and a small sigh left her lips.
Once I knew she was asleep, I shifted to my back, still keeping her close. I lay with my hand behind my head as I stared at the ceiling, trying not to analyze the feelings she brought out in me. Feelings I couldn’t afford to have. Not much later, I felt her stir beside me. I turned my head when she shifted a little. I saw her lying there with a dreamy smile on her face, her arm across my chest as she snuggled closer, and knew I was fucked.
