While she could feel the blush creep up her cheeks, she felt pretty damn good.
It seemed like any other club at first glance. There was an Asian theme with bold red and gold dragons, a plush red carpet and glass-topped gold tables with two chairs apiece, perfect for couples. But when you looked around, things seemed a bit different. For one thing, there were a couple of steel cages, large enough for a person to stand in, what looked like an oak cross along the wall, manacles hung from the ceiling. She assumed that they could be used to confine a wayward submissive.
And throughout the room were several black lacquer tables. With no chairs. And above the tables chains stretched down from the vaulted ceiling, steel bars were suspended. A few of the tables were in use, both male and female submissives spread open, legs pried apart by the long steel rods and a small crowd of Dominants had crowded around to admire the view. Or even play.
“What do you say, love? Table for one?” he coaxed.
A flood of wetness pooled between her thighs. Instantly. Oh God, just the thought of being stretched open like that, put on display. Sax knew every button to push, just the right words to spur her libido into overdrive.
“You want me to lie down on one of those tables?”
He cocked a brow. “Yes I do, and what’s more, love, you want it even more than I do.” He pushed a hand between her legs, feeling how wet she was. She gasped, clinging to his elbow as he massaged her. “Oh yes, you want that.” Sax pulled back and deliberately licked her wetness from his fingers.
Be bold. Try something new.
That sly inner voice of hers coaxed her onward. She took a step toward the table and hesitated. Sax came up behind her and pressed a hand to the small of her back.
He reached an arm around her and settled her back against his chest. His presence was warm and familiar. Comforting. Maggie nodded, mind made up, and let him lead her to the nearest table. She lay down flat on her back on the slick, cool table. Sax appeared between her thighs, standing and surveying her.
“You look amazing.” He ran his hands up and down her legs, soothing her. He met her eyes. “Are you doing okay?”
She nodded. She had started to get a bit more relaxed. More open. Sax lifted her right leg up in the air and reached for a rope on the beam next to the table, which lowered the steel bar to the appropriate position to fit her legs. He fastened her ankle in, clasping it shut, and then lifted the other leg and did the same. He tugged the rope once more and stretched her legs up farther, pulling her ass just slightly off the table. Her fingers gripped the edges, clinging to it. She felt exposed, cold air on her hottest, most private place. It made her even wetter.
She closed her eyes, savoring that contrast, until Sax rubbed his hand over her cheek.
“Open your eyes, love.” She did and saw him standing over her. Tenderness in his eyes as well as lust. Sax tweaked her nipples, ran his hand down over her stomach. “Such a good little sub. Now look at the end of the table. You have an admirer.”
Another man stood between her thighs, admiring her pussy. He deliberately looked her in the eye and licked his lips. She shuddered as another gush of wetness hit her.
If Sax was a fair-haired golden boy with a darker side, then the man standing between her legs was a bad boy. And all of his sides appeared to be black. A bit taller than Sax with spiky black hair and glittering dark eyes. The ghost of a beard shadowed the hard, sharp planes of his face. He wore slick ebony vinyl pants, big black motorcycle boots, his tanned hairless chest was tightly muscled and he had a black tribal tattoo that outlined his collarbones. She could also see an unmistakable erection pressed up against his tight fly.
Sax captured her chin, running a thumb along the line of her cheek. “What do you say, love, do you want to let him play with you a bit?”
She hesitated, just a second. Looking from the hungry man between her splayed thighs to her husband. Sax had also gotten hard and swollen, straining against the confines of his leather pants. He was just as turned-on as she. She wanted this. Needed it. Didn’t want to second-guess it or examine it, or feel guilty about it. She reached out and rubbed Sax’s cock through the fabric, making him moan.
“Yes.”
“Mmm, you are so hot. I’m so proud of you for giving this a chance.” Sax nodded to the man. “You can play with her pussy, touch it and lick it, but you can’t fuck her. Your cock gets anywhere near her pussy and we’ll have a problem.”
She shuddered. God, the way Sax had just allowed the man access to her. Limited access, but still. Made her feel possessed, vulnerable. She didn’t know this man’s name. Didn’t know anything about him, and that was hot. Hotter still that she shared this with Sax. The man pushed his thumb into her pussy, settling on her clit and rubbing. Fast, back and forth. God, the feeling of being locked in. Unable to move or even so much as close her legs. Her thighs shook as he manipulated her expertly. Being that open and bare was delicious. Watching him stare at her pussy, wanting to fuck her, but unable to do more than rub her slick folds. Stroke them. And good God, hopefully lick her. She arched her back, leaning into his caresses. She needed his mouth.
She couldn’t help but instinctively try to close her legs around his hand as he pressed harder, but she couldn’t. For a moment, the pressure on her clit ceased and she could hear a chair scraping the floor as he scooted it up and his face appeared between her legs. He looked intent, so hungry. He spread the folds of her sex and viewed every single inch of her swollen sex before he gathered her hips in his arms and pushed his face into his pussy as though he were sitting down to a feast.
Maggie moaned, head falling back against the table.
She came back to herself as Sax stroked her cheek and she dazedly turn to focus on him. “I want you to suck me, minx.” He ghosted his thumb over her mouth until she opened for him and he plunged his digit inside. She sucked his thumb into her mouth, pulling on it slowly, and he made a strangled sound low in his throat. Then he removed his finger, undid his leather trousers and withdrew his cock. She licked her lips and then spit on his cock before she pumped it slowly. Base to tip. Pre-cum dotting the purple swollen head, and Maggie closed her eyes and took Sax deep in her throat. Sax cradled the back of her head and began to thrust into her mouth. She gave in to the sensations and focused on the man lapping leisurely between her legs and the length of her husband’s hard cock in her mouth.
Hoisted by his own fucking petard.
Sax tried to concentrate on his wife’s succulent little mouth sliding up and down his shaft, but he kept staring at the man between her open legs. A man who seemed enthralled by his wife’s hot pussy. Not that he could fault him for his obsession, but he did feel like knocking the guy’s teeth down his throat, just for wanting her. He hadn’t anticipated the surge of jealousy or the need to declare that Maggie was his woman, his wife.
He should have known better. He’d only played in clubs with women he dated casually. Women he cared about, but didn’t love. Women he didn’t obsess over. He hadn’t minded sharing these women with another Dominant, finding pleasure in watching them orgasm, regardless of who made them come. Unlike the fantasy of some nameless, faceless man watching Maggie and wanting her from the window of his apartment, the sight of a real flesh-and-blood man touching her, lusting after her was more disquieting than he had imagined. In fact, it made his fists curl. Made him irrational, angry at himself for suggesting this stupid outing.
This would be the last time any man but him laid hands on her.
He tried to distract himself from the anger. Glanced over as another couple sat down at a table next to them, unabashedly watching Maggie writhe. Odd-looking couple. An older silver-haired man with a much younger bleached-blonde woman. Sax was willing to bet she was an escort. To ensure the ratio of men to women, men couldn’t enter without a female companion so some men resorted to hiring an escort for the night. They too wore masks. The little blonde wore white crotchless panties and a pink nearly see-through teddy that enhanced her
large breasts rather than covered them. Her hair was in two pigtails, artfully wrapped with pink ribbons. There was something oddly familiar about her, but Sax couldn’t concentrate.
He turned his head deliberately and focused on Maggie. She alternated stroking his cock with sucking the tip. Occasionally, she would stop fondling him to play with her breasts, twisting her hard nipples. He had no idea she could be so naughty, so uninhibited. It drove him a little mad.
He felt like shoving the man currently eating his wife out of the way and fucking her hard. She kept making these little mewling noises. She was close to orgasm. He recognized the signs. The hitch in her voice. The way her head thrashed.
And fuck it all.
Those were his sounds. The sounds she made as she cried out his name and came for him. The man growled against her wet, warm flesh, lapping and suckling at her clit. Sax knew how sweet she tasted, how wonderful it was to have all that wet bathing his tongue, his lips, his chin. Maggie’s legs quaked, swaying against the spreader bar’s hold. Finally his wife cried out, her head fell back and she gasped as she came. The man stood and Sax could see his cock straining at his fly. His wife’s pussy juices clung to the guy’s mouth and the man raised a brow in askance.
“Take a hike,” Sax growled.
With one last, longing look at Maggie’s cunt, he walked away. Sax couldn’t help the wave of possessiveness, of ownership that rolled through him. Made his jaw clench, made his cock hard as fucking stone. He needed to be inside her sweet, hot cunt and God help him, he would make Maggie call out his name as she came again. For him. Sax rounded the table.
He rubbed Maggie’s pussy and she moaned low in her throat, bucking her hips against him. Yeah, she needed to come again. He patiently readied her, sliding two fingers inside her pussy, and she howled in pleasure as he fucked her slowly with his hand, getting her ready for his hard cock. She needed to be filled. Fucked.
He idly glanced over at the next table. The old geezer undid his trousers to reveal a thick, stubby cock. The young woman sat down on his lap, positioning his cock at her entrance. He pushed inside her and they leisurely rocked against one another. The old man’s eyes were fastened on Maggie, wriggling on the table, her breasts swaying in time with Sax’s thrusting fingers.
And it was all Sax could do not to shout at him for daring to look at her.
Sax couldn’t stand it anymore. He withdrew his hand and thrust inside her. Balls-deep. Maggie wailed with the force of it. She rocked against him and he rode her hard. He put a hand between their bodies and manipulated her little clit. Rubbing it fast and hard in time with his emotions and she came for him again, her mouth forming a little “O” and sighing in pleasure.
“Say my name!” he ground out. She needed to come for him, Goddamn it.
“Sax!” she ground out, riding through her orgasm.
“That’s right. My pussy. My wife.” He ground into her one last time and came hard. Filling her with his cum. Claiming her once more as his own.
Maggie grinned at him, her cheeks flushed, her eyes a little watery. He had never seen her look so beautiful. He loved the way she sort of purred after an orgasm, how she made these sweet little moans, stretching like a cat bathing itself in the sun, content and warm. He tucked his cock away and was about to release Maggie from the spreader bar when the old man finally came, grunting and wailing his release as he clung to the girl on his lap. The blonde rocking on his cock didn’t even pretend to orgasm. After the man shouted his release, she got off his cock and approached them.
Sax, was about to wave her off when she gasped.
“Oh my God, Sax, is that you?” To his horror, he realized that his mask had slipped down the bridge of his nose as he’d given his wife a hard pounding. She pulled her mask off and it fluttered to the floor “It is! It’s Lacy. Is that your new girl?” She looked Mags up and down. “You know if you wanted to bind me and then fuck me, I would have brought restraints. All you had to do was ask.”
Oh holy shit.
Maggie had turned pale. She covered her breasts with her hands, eyes flicking between him and the woman. “What does she mean, Sax?”
He looked down at her. “I’m so sorry, Maggie. I should have told you everything, right from the start.” He turned to Lacy. “Mags, this is Lacy and Lacy, this is my wife, Maggie.”
“Oh!” Lacy covered her mouth with her hand. “Oops. Cat out of the bag.” Lacy held out her hand and Maggie stared at it until the other woman finally dropped it.
Maggie glared at Sax. “You need to let me out of this thing. Now. And then? I need an explanation.” She raked her eyes over Lacy. “How do you know this woman?”
Sax untethered the rope and hurriedly undid her ankles. Maggie jumped to her feet, wrapped her arms around herself. He stared at Lacy. “You did your damage. Get the hell out of here.” Irrationally, he was angry with her, even though he’d made this mess all by himself.
Maggie lifted an eyebrow. “Well. I’m waiting.”
“Let’s talk about this at home. I will explain everything.”
“I think you need to start talking now.” Her voice was icy but he could see the hurt in her eyes.
“I hired Lacy. She works at a place called Pandora’s Box. She’s a professional submissive and I hired her and other women since we separated.”
Maggie smoothed her skirt. She glanced at the table, the carpet beneath her feet. Anywhere but at him, as if she couldn’t bear to even so much as look at him. She shook her head. “Oh my God, she’s your prostitute.”
“No!” He knelt in front of her. She stepped back from him. “I should have told you all of this but I just couldn’t. I only hired her for discipline,” he pleaded, hoping she would believe him, even though she didn’t have a reason to. “I didn’t have sex with her.”
“I can’t believe this…this crap. I highly doubt you didn’t have sex with her. She evidently charges for her…services.” She spat that last word. “You lied to my face. I asked you! I asked you, specifically, if there was anything else I didn’t know. You never mentioned it.”
“I’m not lying. I swear to you, I only disciplined her. I could never have sex with another woman.”
“You did lie to me, Sax.” She hugged herself tighter and he had the urge to wrap his arms around her, soothe her. “Oh God, I’ve been an idiot. I don’t know you at all and you know what else?” This time, she did meet his eyes, skewering him with her gaze. “I don’t want to.” Pain knifed through his heart. With that, she stalked off.
He followed her to the entrance of the club and she whipped around, getting in his face. “I shouldn’t have given you another chance. You still didn’t let me in. You kept secrets. Snuck around behind my back. You must think I’m some kind of fool, that I would believe anything you say.”
“I thought if I told you everything, you would run from me.”
“Wrong. I’ve been very open with you. You told me what you were into sexually and I accepted it. Hell, I even enjoyed it. But one thing I can’t deal with? Lies. I can’t be with someone who lies to my face.”
He hung his head, unable to meet her eyes. She was right. She had given him the opportunity and he’d chickened out. “Maggie, I’m so sorry.”
“Too little, too late.” With that, she ran out of the club.
* * * * *
The past week seemed endless.
Maggie went back and forth from fury to despair. Was he really telling the truth? Or was this just another quick and convenient lie? Did she ever really know Sax? And more importantly, did she want to continue to know him?
That last couple of days she’d picked up the phone several times to contact a divorce lawyer, but she hadn’t been able to go through with it. She’d always hung up at the last minute.
Maggie had ignored all the phone calls and endless text messages Sax had sent. She wasn’t ready to talk to him yet. Or see him.
What was harder to ignore was the courier who arrived bearing a gift. Twenty-four red
roses in a ruby vase sat there on her kitchen counter. Mocking her. Part of her wanted to gather them up and feed them to the garbage disposal, or cut them up and send them back to him in a box. She held the card in her limp hand, unable to crumple it up and throw it into the trash unread.
I love you. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you everything straightaway. I know you don’t trust me right now. Maybe hearing the truth from another might help.
Love, Sax.
Attached to the note was a business card for Pandora’s Box, for the proprietor Ms. Lisa Brink. She recognized the business name. It was where Sax had obtained his whores. Ever since the incident at the club, Maggie had been obsessed with trying to understand the situation. She’d googled information on Pandora’s Box and on BDSM.
She looked at the card. Sax had been less than truthful, in fact he’d pretty much lied to her face. Would this Ms. Brink woman give her more of the truth?
Maggie picked up the phone and dialed the number. What the hell? She needed answers and hopefully Ms. Brink would tell her what she needed to know.
Chapter Five
Maggie was expecting a brothel, but Pandora’s Box looked more like an expensive law firm. She walked off the elevator into a large waiting room with black-and-white parquet floors, a roaring fire in a gray marble fireplace and pendulous crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. There were a couple of businessmen hidden in corner chairs. One had a copy of the Wall Street Journal, and the other punched buttons on his cell.The men eyed her speculatively. She could see them out of the corner of her eye, but when she turned around they pretended to be enthralled with their respectiveitems. She could almost hear them wondering if she was a new Dominatrix, or perhaps a new submissive?
At the white counter, a young receptionist stood from her chair. She had a sheaf of papers in her hands and smiled at Maggie, all business and no judgment. “Welcome to Pandora’s Box. Do you have an appointment?”
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