by Roz Lee
In the process of looking for the clamps, she also found Nicole’s cellphone. After checking the battery life, she activated the flashlight and set the device next to hers. The additional light helped chase away the shadows and provided her with a better view of her temporary sub.
“Remove your hands, Nikki. Move back against the wall and grip the handrail. No matter what, don’t let go.”
Nikki obeyed without hesitation or question—something that both surprised and thrilled Kayla. She’d imagined seeing her this way, had longed to mess with her perfect professional presence. Powerful beyond measure in her business persona, she was equally powerful like this. With her submission, she held Kayla in her thrall. She’d do anything to own this woman.
The brighter light cast deeper shadows, but allowed Kayla to better judge Nikki’s state. A hint of terror lurked in her eyes, and that wouldn’t do. She approached slowly, holding the clamps out on her palm for Nikki to see. “Do you have a safe word,” she asked.
“Yes. Broke.”
Kayla smiled her understanding. In Nicole’s world, if you were broke, you were done. “Use it if you need to.” That was all the warning she gave. She grasped Nikki’s left breast, plucked the nipple taut then applied the clamp.
Clearly, it wasn’t the woman’s first experience with the pain. She bore it like a pro, gripping the handrail and curling in on herself, absorbing the pain until it became bearable.
“Again,” Kayla said, then repeated the process with her right nipple. When she placed a finger beneath Nikki’s chin and forced her gaze up, the only emotion remaining in her eyes was arousal. Sweet, arousal.
“You like the pain, don’t you, Nikki?”
“Yes, Lady Kay.”
“It’s my pleasure to give it to you, slut. I think I deserve to be thanked for giving you something you like. Thank me, slut.”
“Thank you, Lady Kay.”
“That hardly seems adequate since I’ve not only let you come, but given you the pain you crave, too. What’s something like that worth to you, Nikki?”
“Anything, Lady Kay. Anything.”
It was her submission talking, nothing more, yet the words were music to Kayla’s ears. She added them to the mental treasure trove she’d been collecting from this little fantasy come true. “A pretty promise I plan to collect on later,” she said right before she flicked the clamps, sending a fresh wave of pain through her sub.
Nikki handled the pain with as much dignity as Nicole handled hostile negotiations. Kayla didn’t think she’d ever tire of seeing either one. As the executive’s assistant, she was in a unique position to provide this type of release any time the woman needed it. Thinking like that was counterproductive. Nicole didn’t need her, she had Saphros. From what Kayla had read about the place, they were perfectly capable of meeting the busy entrepreneur’s needs.
But they weren’t there for her now, were they? No. But she was. She dug in her boss’s bag again. Her boss had some quality toys. She examined the tiny but powerful vibrator in her hand. It would do nicely for what she had in mind. When she got through with her, Nicole Halstead would be a quivering mass of flesh. No way would she forget the time she’d spent with Lady Kay.
“Raise your skirt to your waist then put your hands back on the railing.”
Again, Nikki complied instantly. Did she ever do anything to earn a punishment? She’d dearly love to turn the woman’s ass red.
“I’ve changed my mind, slut.” She grasped the chain connecting the nipple clamps and tapped Nikki’s chin with her index finger. “Open up.”
She placed the chain in her mouth, adjusted the tilt of her chin up to provide constant tension on the clamps. The dull pain would give the sub something to focus on while Kayla tested that focus. “Turn around. Bend over and hold onto the handrail. No matter what, don’t let go of the chain or the rail, and do not come. Nod if you understand.”
Nikki nodded once.
“Tsk, tsk.” Kayla adjusted the tilt of her head one more time. “Keep it just like that. Do not drop your chin again. Blink once if you understand.” She only hesitated a second before blinking once to confirm.
“Bend over. Show me your ass, slut.”
God, those long legs encased in black silk held up by that fucking sexy garter belt. And it was all hers—at least for the next few minutes.
“Beautiful, Nikki.” She stepped close, gripped the sub’s hips to hold her steady then ground her pelvis against the woman’s soft globes. “I bet you like to be fucked, don’t you, slut?” If she had a strap-on, she’d oblige them both, but she hadn’t seen one in Nicole’s bag. Too bad. “You brought some nice toys today, but not a single cock to fuck your beautiful pussy with. What kind of slut sub forgets a dildo?”
Sliding her hands over Nikki’s generous curves, she stepped back. “Missing out on a good fuck isn’t punishment enough, in my book. But this is.”
Raising her arm, she swung hard, landing a solid blow to Nikki’s right ass cheek. The next one left a matching imprint on her left buttock. Nikki moaned but maintained her position. Kayla soothed the sting, massaging the globes with a touch as light as the strikes had been hard. “A few more should do it. Hold on, bitch.”
Kayla peppered Nikki’s ass until it glowed like Rudolph’s nose and almost outshone the light growing weaker now from the cellphones. Through it all, Nikki held steady though her muffled sobs fed Kayla’s ego. Her boss was a well-trained sub, able to take and absorb more pain than she’d thought possible. She’d break her. She would.
Soothing the hurt once more with one hand, she reached in her pocket with the other for the vibrator she’d found in Nicole’s purse. She owned one just like it, a relic from the days when her income had exceeded the cost of basic survival. The item was one of her most treasured possession. It had made more than a few stoic subs safe word.
Yours, Thankfully
She was lost in a world where sensations layered over sensations. Her pussy ached with the need to come. Every blow to her ass set her tits to swaying, and it was impossible to tell which hurt worse, her nipples or her ass. Both added to the throbbing between her legs, weakening her resolve not to disappoint Lady Kay by coming without permission.
Her neck and shoulders ached with the strain of holding her chin up and her legs trembled from balancing on high heels in such an awkward position. She wouldn’t change a thing. Every scene with a Domme at Saphros was scripted—planned down to the smallest detail. They were satisfying enough to keep her going back time and again, but there was something to be said for spontaneity.
She had no idea what to expect next. Lady Kay had been unpredictable from the start, taking what she wanted, giving then demanding more. Nikki’s head spun trying to anticipate the domme’s next move. She wanted to please the woman. Wanted more than anything to be the kind of sub she never wanted to let go.
In the back of her mind, she realized Lady Kay was her employee, the most trusted member of her staff, someone she should be issuing orders to, but every time Lady Kay touched her, she fell under the woman’s spell. The authority in her voice, the way she called her slut and did things to her person that made her knees weak and her pussy cream was more exciting than acquiring a new property or cashing in on a bull market.
The soft fabric of her assistant’s trousers pressed against her ass, tickled the back of her legs. Nikki fought the need to twitch and wiggle. Every movement sent shards of white-hot pain from her nipples to her crotch. She didn’t know how much more she could take before it all became too much and she let the chain drop from her mouth.
What would happen when she did? The lines between punishment and pleasure had blurred long ago and she no longer knew which one she craved the most.
A strong arm wrapped around her waist. Hot breath brushed her ear. “Do. Not. Come, slut. Not until I tell you to.”
Kayla’s I-mean-business voice. The one she’d never used on Nicole, but nevertheless made her panties damp every time she heard i
t. Nikki groaned. A shiver raced down her spine and a fresh flood of arousal trickled from her slit.
The first flick of the vibrator across her clit nearly sent her into orbit. Startled, she jerked her head back. Lightning shot to her core just as the vibrator made contact again. She couldn’t remain still. She squirmed to get away from the wicked device then when it backed off, she rocked forward, seeking contact again.
“Do you want it, slut?” Lady Kay licked the back of her ear then pressed the torture device to her clit, holding it there until Nikki thought she would go insane with the need to come. Then it was gone, leaving her panting, relieved and desperate all at the same time.
“Please,” she mumbled through lips numb from holding the chain tight.
“I fucking love to watch you suffer, bitch. Do you know how many times I’ve imagined doing this to you in your office? Every. God. Damn. Day.”
Nikki clenched the chain in her teeth, imagining her assistant assisting her in other ways, ways she could only get at Saphros. Ways she denied herself except for two weeks each year. Visions of her serving this woman and being served in return flashed through her mind. The images weren’t knew. She’d cultivated them, improved on them daily since the first time she’d heard Kayla interact with another staff member. She’d suspected her to be a domme then and built a world of fantasies around the woman—had dreamed of being hers.
She wasn’t any more prepared for the vibrator this time than before. The jolt of pleasure/pain made her stomach muscles clench. A sob rose up in her chest and exploded past her lips, taking the chain with it.
“I’m sorry, Lady—I’m sorry,” she cried as the woman applied the vibrator without mercy. Caught in the domme’s grip, there was no escape. She fought off her orgasm, but it was fast approaching and there was little she could do to stop it.
She perched on the edge of the chasm one second then the next, she was reeling back from the brink so fast her head spun. Bright lights blinded her a fraction of a second before the pain of blood rushing to her abused nipples made her squeeze her eyes shut and bite her lip. Reality crashed in.
Nicole blinked. Kayla’s hands on her, straightening her clothes, brushing stray hairs into place that had come loose from her bun. “Power’s on.” She pushed a button on the control panel and the car began to descend again. “You’ll be on your way to Saphros soon.”
Her assistant moved about the car, efficiently setting it to rights. Their phones were turned off and put away. Nicole caught a glimpse of the nipple clamps and vibrator as they were returned to her purse. Were those her panties disappearing inside Kayla’s purse? She smoothed the fabric of her skirt over her hips. Yep. Those were her panties. The fact that Kayla was keeping them provided almost enough satisfaction to offset the hollowness of unfulfilled desire between her legs.
Kayla glanced around the car one more time then turned to Nicole. “All set, boss. You think your car will still be waiting for you?”
Nicole glanced at her watch. It seemed impossible that so many life-changing things could have happened in just half an hour. “Darius wouldn’t leave without me.”
Kayla nodded. “That’s good.”
The electronic display counted down the floors. Nicole had the distinct impression it was a countdown for so much more. Nervous energy poured off her companion in waves. What was that about? Didn’t she know how profoundly she’d changed Nicole’s life in the last few minutes?
Up until Lady Kay had taken over and prevented her from trying to claw her way out of the elevator, Nicole had struggled with the certainty that she could never merge the two distinct facets of her personality into one. Her submissive side, all too quick to sacrifice herself had done just that, sacrificed her very existence in order for the kick-ass businesswoman to take center stage.
Thanks to a perfectly timed power outage, she knew Nikki’s sacrifice had been unnecessary. That is—if she could get Kayla, Lady Kay, to see it her way.
The car came to a bouncing halt. The display read, L, for Lobby. Nicole adjusted her blouse and skirt one last time as the doors swished open. Her blouse appeared a bit worse for the wear, and her skirt looked like it had been slept in, but besides her missing panties, she was fully clothed. All things considered, it could have been worse.
A bevy of firefighters just arriving on scene strode toward them. After assuring them both she and Kayla were fine, no worse for their experience, the first responders continued on to check the other elevators. The two women stepped onto the sidewalk and paused to take a breath of fresh air. The sun had already lost the battle for supremacy.
“Can I speak to you for a minute, Kayla?”
Well, here it comes.
Kayla followed her boss to the shiny black town car with windows tinted for privacy that waited at the curb. She smirked as Nicole’s driver hustled to open the door for his employer. The man knew who paid his bills. Up until a few minutes ago, she’d known where her next paycheck was coming from too. As she scooted in next to Nicole, she caught the subtle scent of the woman’s arousal and knew, without a doubt, she would do it all again. Her only regret was that she’d probably never see Nicole or Nikki ever again, though both would live in her heart forever.
She’d never touch another woman again and not wish she were with Nikki instead. As long as she remained in the city, she’d never walk the streets without looking for Nicole in the crowd.
The car moved out into traffic, Darius, Nicole’s driver, apologizing for the delays. It seemed the traffic signals were all still out. Kayla didn’t know where they were going, nor did she care, but as the silence in the backseat dragged on, the idea of moving to New Jersey or perhaps California, looked better and better. Living in the same city with Nicole and not seeing her, not owning her sweet submission, would be a living hell.
A friend of hers from college had moved to Idaho. Or was it Ohio? Idaho might be far enough.
“I seem to remember asking if you have plans for the holiday?”
“Yes. I mean, yes, you asked, and no. I was going to go home to see my folks, but the airfare was crazy expensive. It seemed a waste for the short time I could stay.” Boy, was she glad she’d held onto her money now. She was going to need every cent she could lay her hands on to move and find another job.
“Did I hear you correctly? You aren’t seeing anyone?”
In the twelve months she’d been privy to nearly every aspect of Nicole’s life, the woman had never asked about her personal life. Kayla had always suspected it was because the woman knew the demands of being her assistant insured no time for anything else.
Kayla cast a sidelong glance at the woman next to her. “No. Why?” And what the fuck did that have to do with anything? Unless she wanted to know Kayla would have someone to rely on once she was out of a job.
Nicole turned her head to gaze out the window on her side, her hands clutching the purse in her lap in a rare display of nerves. Was it that difficult to fire someone? Well, maybe it was when the person you were firing had had their face buried in your pussy less than an hour ago. The woman was entitled to some nerves.
Kayla stared out her own window. She’d come to terms with being fired. She’d brought it on herself and would live with the consequences of her actions. But she’d be damned if she was going to make it easy on Nicole. She’d been in that elevator too. She’d submitted to Lady Kay—and enjoyed it. Except maybe that last part. Lady Kay had left Nikki, and herself, on the precipice. Another thirty seconds and at least one of them would have found satisfaction. Damned overly efficient power company.
A dramatic sigh from the other side of the car drew Kayla’s attention back to her soon to be ex-boss. She’d seen lots of emotions on Nicole’s face in the year she’d been the woman’s employee, but this shy, nervous one was new. Had she never fired anyone before?
“Just say it, Nicole. I’m a big girl. I can take it.” Kayla turned to look out her window again. She couldn’t bear to see her face when she uttered the words
that would end their relationship forever.
“Well, it’s just…I’m afraid you’ll think I’m out of line—topping from the bottom.”
What? She snapped her head around so fast spittle flew from her open mouth. Kayla wiped her chin with the back of her hand and gazed at the enigmatic woman she loved with all her heart. “What did you just say?”
“I’m sorry if I’m out of line, Lady Kay, but,” she dug in her handbag, produced a small envelope she thrust at Kayla.
Never taking her gaze off the other woman’s face, Kayla took the envelope from her trembling fingers. “What is this?”
“Just read it. Please?”
She’d called her Lady Kay. Not Kayla. Was it a slip or had she meant it as an offer of submission? Kayla’s heart raced fast enough to power half of lower Manhattan as she shifted her gaze to the envelope in her hands. Her companion helpfully turned on a reading light built in overhead.
Kayla studied the missive. The scarlet paper was of the highest quality, thick and rich, yet soft to the touch. Her name, inscribed in flowing gold letters, graced the front. If it was a pink slip, it had to be the nicest one on the planet. She shot Nicole a questioning glance.
“Please. Just open it.”
Kayla turned the small square over and slipped her index finger beneath the ornate wax seal bearing overlapping female symbols. She pulled the heavy cream-colored card out and read. The first thing that ran through her mind was that she might still have a job. The second—that Nicole had some explaining to do. “You’re inviting me to Saphros?”
“If you don’t want to go—”
“Wait. Back the train up.” Unable to think or form words while looking at the woman who had just thrown her for a complete loop, Kayla turned and gazed out the window at the pedestrians, bundled up against the November chill, fighting their way along the congested sidewalk. At least they were moving. Their car hadn’t budged in forever. That was Manhattan for you, especially this close to a holiday when the locals were desperately trying to get out of town and the tourists were flocking in. She closed her eyes to block it all out. Her thumb stroked the raised print on the invitation. This wasn’t whipped up between the elevator and the car. Nicole had had the envelope for some time, which meant she’d known or at least suspected her assistant would be interested in the exclusive lesbian resort long before they’d become trapped in the elevator. She’d thought she knew all there was to know about her employer, but the last hour or so had proven she didn’t know shit.
