by GM Scherbert
Screaming out the pain, it rivals the night I lost my cherry, there is pleasure mixed with pain, in those first moments. His first thrust into me commanding an orgasm to scream free from my body. Fuck, no sex since Sophie came does something to a girl I guess. Like he can read my thoughts, he stills inside of me, his eyes meet mine and the electricity that goes between us, frightens me. Leaning into me, he takes my mouth with his own and kisses the breath out of me. I am lost in the feelings of him fucking me, until my orgasm is quickly wrung from my body. After a few more strokes, he pushes me over the edge again, and follows me over.
Pulling away from me, Country walks into the attached bathroom, shutting the door behind himself. Feeling like utter and complete used up trash, I quickly adjust my clothing and head out the door. Not looking back, I let Sara know I am leaving and head to the only place that will make this shame I feel from this fucking one night stand better.
I have been to the Dungeon more than usually since I meet him and that’s where I find myself heading tonight as soon as I get outta the Clubhouse. Needing to get the thoughts of Country to subside, because the pain from my new tattoo and piercing is not cutting it any longer. Pulling into the lot, I glance around and see that it is still not so busy, I know a lot of the people from the wedding will be heading over here shortly and I would like to be gone before then. I grab my bag of club wear outta the trunk and head inside. Greeting Shadow at the back door, I inquire about the Doms that are here tonight. He mentions Master Theo and I know that he is just the sort of pain that I am craving tonight. Walking into the locker room, I find Peach fixing her makeup in the mirror.
“Hey Peach.” Comes out a lot louder than I meant it too, startling her to the point that her eye liner slips outta her grip. “Oh fuck, sorry Peach, I didn’t mean to startle you.” Looking up to me in the mirror, I notice that her eyes are puffy and it looks like she has been crying. Dropping my bag, I rush over to her and throw my arms around her. “What wrong luv? Is it Shadow?”
“Shadow, no he’s fine. It is just that-“Shaking her head she stares off for long moments before going on. “Harold, my step-father reached out to me and it just-“Losing herself again, I give her a small squeeze which brings her right back to her story, “he used to abuse me and I haven’t heard from him in years. I didn’t think he would be able to find me so I” she is cut off by the sobs that start. I get up to my feet and head towards the door, looking over my shoulder I say, “I’ll go grab Shadow and he will be able to-“
Cutting me off, she wipes at the tears that have been falling down. “No, no please don’t. I will be find in a few minutes.” Turning to look at me her eyes plead with me to leave it be.
“Okay, but if you need to talk about anything you know that I am here for you, whenever you need.”
“Thanks, Heather.” Swiping at the last tears, she wipes away the makeup and starts again as I get dressed. Looking towards Peach as I step towards the door, she gives a shy smile and nods her head in approval at me before I walk out into the club.
Seeing Master Theo at the bar, I walk confidently too him. As he senses me behind him, he turns slowly and the grin on his face as recognition hits, lets me know that this sadist is only too happy to give me what I long for.
“Precious, you didn’t have enough last time? Would you like for me to have another go with you?”
“Yes, Please Theo. I would love to have a session with you tonight.” Looking around the area, “if you are free that is?”
“For you Precious, I can make time. The main room is getting used by Master Markus’s Pet tonight, so if you don’t mind we will have to use one of the private rooms?”
Stilling at the thought of not being watched, or having someone close by if I need help has me double guessing this idea. But, Theo must read the fear in my face, and instantly steps closer to me, gently placing a hand on my arm.
“Nothing will happen that you do not want to happen. I know how you feel about sex, Heather and just like the last times we have sessioned, we will follow the same limits we have set previously. No penetration, safewords are red, yellow, and green as always.”
Looking me over, from head to toe, he leans in before speaking again. “I can’t believe after that last session, you are coming back for more, you sure are one hell of a pain slut, I didn’t go easy on your last time and tonight will be no different. Is that what you would like?”
“Yes, Theo that is what I want. Give it your best shot, I know that everyone here, just like back at Club Coquin, everyone tries to bring the pain slut to her knees.”
“That’s where you came from huh? New Orleans surely is surely a city for sin.”
Leading me away from the bar, he talks with one of the floor monitors before we are assigned a room. We walk slowly down the hall stopping at the second door on the left. The room that I nicknames the hot seat because it has some of the most painful toys in it that I have ever experienced. Taking a deep breath in front of the door, I steady the pounding of my heart as I think about what has caused me to this point again. Instead of my usual thoughts, of how the pain calms me, the only thought that I have is of Country. His face is all I see and I pass over the threshold and enter the Hot Seat.”
After about an hour, Theo has taken me down off of the cross and is rubbing something into the fresh strips that he has laid out on my skin. I fall hard as I come down from the endorphins that are coursing through my body. Theo is there the entire time, cooing words into my ear, but I wish he was someone else. At that, I lie to him and let him believe that I am fine, when in reality I am anything but.
“Theo, thank you again for the session. I am fine, and would love just a few minutes alone to myself, if possible?”
“Precious are you sure? You just flew not but ten minutes ago, you have to be crashing hard, and you know I should be her to watch over you.”
Grabbing at my chin, I slink away from him and look directly into his eyes, as I let him know, “I am fine Theo, and would like it if you would just leave.”
Nodding his head, he moves towards his shirt and shrugs it on before heading to the door. When I hear the door close behind him, my head drops to the pillow and the cry that rips through me has nothing to do with the pain on my skin, but the pain I feel for letting myself get caught up again.
As I cry my thoughts drift to the man that I fucked only a few short hours ago. He is someone that I could see myself getting attached to real quick, and that’s a problem for me. I just dragged him into his fucking room tonight and sank down to my knees like he was something to me. I promised myself when I left Zack that I would never get involved again.
Country is definitely someone that I could see myself falling for and I think that is why I can’t seem to keep my shit together around him. That is why I can’t stop myself from pushing him away every chance I get even though I really and truly don’t want to. I mean, fuck, I don’t want to be a bitch, it just sort of comes out when I am near him.
As I get redressed and leave the room, I walk down the hall towards the main entrance. There is a small limp as I go, the pain searing through my thighs, ass, and back is torturing my movements. As I clear the hallway and take a few steps into the main room, I take in the people that have come since I went into the room with Theo. As I glance around the room, I see no one and make it only a few steps, before I am hoisted up off the ground and dragged back towards the hallway. I struggle in muscled arms before a door is opened and I am placed on a bed. When I realize who has snatched me up, I relax and am looking into eyes that burn with anger, lust, and if I didn’t know better, I would say love.
FUCK I am in more trouble than I thought.
Chapter 8
Country
For the last few weeks, each time I am in the Clubhouse and Heather is there the tension between us is palatable, to say the least. The way that she acts around me, has me questioning if there is something wrong with her. She is always nervous around me and I try to be cool with her
but, it is kinda fucking weird how awkward she is. If I didn’t know better I would say that the attraction between us scares her, but she has a fucking kid, so I know that she has been around the block a time or two.
For fucks sake last week, I ran into her, with Sara, at the Clubhouse and she spilt her drunk when I bumped into her, by accident might I add, up at the bar. Like literally all over herself, she started laughing nervously and turned the brightest shade of red. I let her use my room to change into some clothes that she borrowed from Sara and we didn’t talk much for the rest of the night. After I made my way to my room later, I could smell her pear perfume and my cock started to throb in a second. The thought of going to get a Club Girl to take care of the problem didn’t even cross my mind. It hasn’t, since that first night when I met Heather. I have been jerking off to thoughts of her, and I know that I am only bidding time, until she and I get together on this fucking attraction we have between us. I just need her to relax enough around me to be comfortable before I make my fucking move.
Tonight has lead me to one decision and one decision. She will be mine, and mine alone, I just need to get her through this fucking awkwardness between us before that can happen.
I haven’t touched one of the Club girls since that first night that we met. Until tonight that is. Red, wouldn’t leave me alone all night and during the moments that she fell in my lap, before my Spitfire came and dragged her off me, I got a glimpse into Heather’s real feelings. Seeing the anger in her eyes as she approaches us, my cock is fucking hard in the instant I see her acting so possessive.
We don’t speak as I get hauled down the hall towards my room. As we walk through the door of my room, she is dropping to her knees in an instant. Seeing her there, kneeling for me, has my mind racing to all the subs I have seen do it before. None of them have gotten close to the reaction from my cock as this fucking Spitfire is getting now. My cock is straining already as she reaches for the buckle on my belt, she runs her tongue across her lips looking up to me with such lust and longing in her eyes. Yanking my cock free from my pants, as soon as her hand touches the flesh of my shaft, I groan drawing her eyes up to meet mine. Impaling her mouth on my cock, is the sweetest fucking feeling, and I know instantly that she was meant for me. As her pace picks up, I can’t stop myself from wrapping my hands into her hair, taking control of this, of us. Shoving my cock deep inside of her mouth I groan again as I feel her throat constrict around my cock. As she swallows me down, I am fucking amazed at the feelings of her mouth surrounding me, and as I look down at her I fucking almost lose it.
Gagging a few times on my cock has tears falling from her eyes, almost pushing me over again. I stop myself from cuming before reaching down to tug her up, throwing her onto the bed, I don’t waste time losing any of my clothing before I find myself pushing up her skirt and sinking deep inside of her. The scream of pain that rips through her has me stopping quickly, which doesn’t stop her cunt from tightening down on my cock in an orgasm. Looking into her eyes, the electricity that bounces between us, lets me know that my feelings for her, for us, is right.
Dropping my mouth down to hers, consuming her with a kiss, I don’t wait long before picking up the pace of my strokes. Pulling my cock outta her body almost the whole way, my head moves away from her as I slowly sink back in drawing another moan from her lips. Looking down towards where we are joined, I get lost in watching my cock slid into her cunt and back out. After a few more strokes, I feel her legs start to shake and the walls of her cunt start to strangle my cock for the second time, as I chase my own orgasm, burying myself deep inside of her.
After a few long moments buried deep inside of her, I pull away slowly, heading towards the bathroom. Opening the door, I hear it bounce against the wall before it shuts behind me, as I walk towards the sink to clean myself up. Pausing as I realize I didn’t wear a condom tonight with her, FUCK. She is mine and I shouldn’t be putting her at risk, especially since we haven’t spoken about birth control or even had the tests done to make sure each of us is clean. Grabbing the wash cloth up off the cupboard, I turn on the water, letting it warm up before washing myself off, and cleaning the cloth before turning to head back to the bed and my woman. Opening the door back-up I take two steps before I notice that Heather is no longer in my bed. Glancing around the room, it takes me a few seconds before I realize that she fucking walked, nah fuck that, ran out on me. Adjusting my clothing I walk out into the main room, looking for that little Spitfire that I am about to lay into to. Not seeing her, I notice Sara and head over to her.
“Where did she go, Sara?” I harshly spit out at her.
“Don’t speak to me that way, Country. You may be pissed off about something” wiggling her eyebrow at me, “or someone. But you will not be disrespecting me like that.”
Looking through the room, I notice her eyes move to the door and guess were my little Spitfire has gone. “She ran didn’t she?”
“You two need to talk about this, Country. I know that you have been patient and that she acts like a fucking lunatic around you, but that isn’t her. You both need to just sit down and work through your shit.”
Grunting towards her, I move back to my room slamming the door as I enter. Moving towards the bed, I catch a smell of her perfume and find myself hard. Grabbing myself, I tighten my hand down on my cock trying to relieve some of the tension. Knowing that staying here in my room tonight, is not something that I am going to be comfortable with, I grab my bag and head out the door, to the one place I can lose myself in a crowd and have a few drinks, trying to relieve the war that I find within myself.
Taking a slug from my beer, I look around to these people that surround me. My thoughts drift to the hips and thighs of the woman I was buried inside only hours ago, who ran as soon as she could. Like I conjured her with my thoughts, she comes walking down the hallway towards the main room. My dick is instantly hard, seeing her in a tight leather skirt and bra. She walks past slowly without noticing us, and as she passes I catch the little limp in her step and hear a groan spilling from her lips. I crank my neck around wondering what has her moving in such a way, when I notice the welts on her creamy thighs and put two and two together.
Getting up from my seat I move quickly towards her. Grabbing her up off of the ground, I turn us around and walk directly back down the hallway she had come from. Nodding my head at the floor monitor he lets me know that the last door on the right is open. I push open the door as Heather struggles against me. I think better of tossing her onto the bed, and as gently as possible with her struggling against me I put her onto the bed, never taking my hands off of her.
“What the fuck?” She looks up into my eyes before registering who I am. As recognition hits, she relaxes in my grip, “Country, what are you doing?”
“I’m trying my best not to go after Theo and put him down, for touching what is mine. Bringing you in here was the first thought I had to stop myself from that, so I did it.” Running a hand through my hair I move closer to her rolling her momentarily onto her side, before running my hand over her thigh where the welts are now raging, “That is who did this to you right?”
“Country, it is none of your business what I fucking do with my life. Who the fuck do you think you are? I only met you a few weeks ago and every time I am around you I fucking lose it. You think that you have the right to tell me what the fuck I can do? Or who the fuck I can have sex with? Just because I made the mistake of letting you fuck me tonight, doesn’t mean shit. You were the one who was outta the bed, before your cum stopped leaking outta me. Who do you think you are trying to tell me what the fuck to do? My fucking Master or some shit?” she tries pushing me off of the bed with no luck.
I look up to her eyes, and laugh at the anger I see there. I am so fucking hard it hurts and she is so fucking angry. I can’t explain why these two shouldn’t fucking mix between us, but they do and the fire they are stirring in me is something that doesn’t need any stocking. All the years I saw my father b
eating on my Ma I should not get aroused by my fucking Spitfire acting like this. Especially doing what I know she let that man do to her and the marks that still mare her body. But, I fucking am aroused and I’m betting by the smells coming off of her, so is she.
Moving closer again, I run a hand up her stomach to her breast, hearing the hitch in her breathing has me thinking that I am not the only one that wants this, again. “You let him put his hands on you like this Spitfire?”
Slowly she shakes outta her own thoughts, and answers, “It’s none of your business, Country.”
Grabbing her up roughly, I spit out, “Fuck yes it is Spitfire. You. Are. Mine. I was buried inside of you not even three hours ago and now you are here letting that fucker, do the same? Fucking you tonight, was something I have been wanting since the moment I first saw you. Then, you fucking just run to another man before I could even get back to clean you up and bury myself inside of you again?”
Rolling her eyes at me, I lunge even closer towards her leaving no room separating us, attacking her mouth with my own. Forcing her back on the bed, I hear the hiss and don’t care one bit about the marks on her body that have caused it. She shouldn’t have let him touch what is mine, she will learn in time, that all of her belongs to me, and me alone.
Pulling back slightly her lips follow mine as I ask, “Did he touch you?” Licking her lips, I go on, “Did he touch what is mine?” Moving my head slowly to her neck, I nip at her before licking and kissing away the pain, “Did he fuck you?” Pulling back sharply I make sure to have her eyes on mine before I finish my thought, ”Because if he did, I will fucking put him down, like the dog that he is.”
“What?” shaking herself out of the fog of lust that has crept over not only her, “No, what? No we didn’t fuck, he didn’t fucking touch me like that, he never does, none of them ever do, they know better than that. No one ever touches me like that.” Dropping her eyes from my own, she shakes her head from side to side. “Only you.”
