Everything about her was so sexy - how responsive she was, her sexy moans while her body wriggled uncontrollably, her glistening pussy. The scent of her sex was heavy in the air. It had been too much to handle.
I had lost all control. I wanted a taste of her pussy so badly. I didn’t care what she wanted; I wanted to fuck her all night long. The situation was spinning out of my control.
When she had blurted out ‘green’, of all the ridiculous things in the world, I realized that she had been topping from below again. She had no idea what she was doing, of course, but it was frustrating. I was a shitty Dom. I couldn’t control myself and I couldn’t seem to control her either.
I managed to regain a modicum of control and disciplined her bad behavior. I disciplined but made sure to give her pleasure, too. I had been fairly proud of myself at that moment. It was a high moment for me as a Dom.
But, then she went and sucked my cock. I couldn’t stop her. I didn’t stop her. She let me cum into her mouth. Hell, she forced me to cum into her mouth. How fucked up was that?
I had fucking needed that. It had been building for far too long with her. But I knew that she was the one in control. She was always the one in control with me.
~~
I passed Betsy in the hall on the way to the Red Room. She shook her head sadly, “You’re going to miss being a Dom.”
I didn’t say anything. I had one more session to get through and then I’d be history. I walked into the Red Room.
I stared at the girl in the absurd mask in disbelief. My stomach clenched when I realized that she had already stripped down to her bra and panties.
I couldn’t believe it. Of all the crazy coincidences the universe could line up for me, I wasn’t expecting this one. April was going to be my last client.
I hadn’t seen her in weeks. I thought maybe my psychotic instability as a Dom had finally frightened her off. I wondered if I could get through the session without strangling her. Or fucking her.
“Sir, before we start, can we talk?”
Jesus. We hadn’t even begun and already she was starting with me. She drove me crazy.
I gave her a weary look. “Fine.”
I guess she had been primed to argue with me. When she heard my answer, she looked surprised, but she just smiled like an angel. “Shouldn’t we discuss limits and such? And what our expectations are?”
I tapped my foot impatiently. “Expectations? I expect you to obey me.”
She shrugged off my answer. “Oh, right. Well, that’s a given. I guess, I really want to talk about limits then”
I picked up her card off the table. “I know what your limits are already, April. You’ve made them crystal clear.”
“Well,” she lifted her head slightly as if daring me to challenge her, “my limits have changed. And, like I’ve already told you, I’m ready for the next step.”
“Wasn’t last time a big enough ‘step’ for you?” What exactly did she want from me? I was almost afraid to know what was going on inside that head of hers.
“I’ve been thinking.” She sat back on her heels. “I’ve finally figured it out. You never blindfold me – you just tell me to close my eyes. That’s because I put that on my notecard. And, you never tie me or restrain me. You just have me hold my hands behind my head or something. And you always have me leave a piece of clothing on -so I’m not naked. You’ve been respecting my limits.”
I wasn’t following along. “And that’s a bad thing?”
She shook her head. “Not at all. But, I was scared before - because I didn’t know you. But, now I do. And I trust you. All these limitations are just getting in the way. I want you to cross them off.”
I looked at the card. “So- no blindfold, no restraints, no naked – cross them all off?”
“Yes.” She nodded. “I want you to cross all of it off.”
I looked at the card again. “No whipping?”
She hesitated for a second and then nodded. “I trust you.”
“No nipple clamps?” I tried hard not to smile.
She took a shaky breath and looked scared, but she nodded. “Cross it off.”
I glanced at her card again. “No sex?”
She could barely look at me. “Right. That’s not a hard limit anymore.”
I had to hold back the laughter that was threatening to escape. Who was going to deal with this insane girl when I was gone?
Because I wouldn’t be there for her anymore.
That thought made my blood run cold. Suddenly, the situation didn’t seem so funny anymore.
“April, what if you’re with a different Dom? Would you be okay dropping these limits then?” It felt like a knife was twisting in my gut.
“What?” She sounded shocked. “Of course not. Why would I have a different Dom? You’re my Dom.”
Fuck. This wasn’t happening. “This isn’t a permanent situation between us.”
Her face practically crumpled. “I know. But… I thought… I’m trying to learn. I know I can be a better submissive. Please… I … I only want to be with you.”
It was the last hour of my ever being a Dom, and I was still royally fucking it up. April wanted a Dom and for some inexplicable reason, she had chosen me – the one Dom in the whole entire club who couldn’t be her Dom. I wasn’t cut out for it.
To top it all off, the thought of her being with another man sliced straight through me. I had developed feelings for her. It was just one more check mark on the long list of fuck-ups to prove how damned unprofessional and incompetent I was at all of this.
“I want to have sex with you.” I almost hadn’t heard her; she spoke so quietly.
I heard myself automatically repeating what Johnnie had told me long ago. “It’s not about sex.”
Her chin rose a notch. She was determined. “But sex is a part of it.”
My jaw clenched. It was like I could never win with this girl. “It’s not really what you want.”
She crossed her arms in front of her. “Yes it is. You keep stopping with me. You’re holding back and it’s frustrating.”
Now she was demanding sex from me? “It’s my job to know your limits. What you’re ready for. And, not ready for. I take your well-being seriously.”
“I’m ready for more.”
How could I get through to her? I walked across the room and stood over her. “That’s for me to decide.”
“You’re going too slow.”
I felt my blood pressure rising. “Perhaps you feel we aren’t compatible?”
“No!” Suddenly she sounded panicked. “That’s not what I’m saying. It has to be you. It could only be you!”
I was starting to feel more and more uneasy. “Are we still talking about sex?”
April’s head dropped. She was staring at the floor. “I want you to take my virginity.”
A nuclear bomb could have gone off in that instant and I wouldn’t have noticed. I felt the walls pressing in on me. I was out of my mind.
And I didn’t even know why.
Had I suspected all along? Sure, in my head, I had noted how innocent and scared she had seemed. She was young. But I had never thought she was an actual virgin. What virgin goes to a sex club in the first place? I couldn’t even fathom it.
I closed my gaping mouth. My mind was furiously spinning; I needed to calm down and figure out how to handle this properly. I wasn’t equipped for this shit.
I knelt down in front of her. Dammit, she was shaking. I put my hands on her shoulders and slowly began rubbing up and down her arms.
“Losing your virginity is a big step. It’s a special moment. It should be with someone you love, someone who-”
April laughed bitterly. “Please, spare me the ‘after-school special’ virginity talk. It’s really no big deal. I should have just lost it a long time ago like all my friends did. I was just too naïve and stupid. I was waiting for someone ‘special’. But, there’s nothing special about being a 22-year-old virgin. It’s just thi
s thing now. It’s a burden - an embarrassment at my age.”
I let out a sigh. “You’re hardly an old maid, April. And it is special. Some man will find it unbelievably special.”
“Just not you.” She spat it out like an accusation.
My hands dropped to my sides. I knew I was hurting her, but I felt helpless. “This isn’t about me. It’s about what’s good for you.”
Even from behind her mask, I could see her eyes flashing in anger. Her words grew more and more agitated as she spoke. “I know what’s good for me! I already told you that I trust you. I trust you more than any man in the whole world. You are special to me. That’s why I want you to be the one.”
The cruel words slipped out of my mouth before I could stop them. “Don’t you see how insane that is?”
She jumped to her feet and began walking away from me. “You’re not going to do it? Even though I paid a hundred bucks for this?”
Her words stung me like a slap in the face. All her talk about how special I was – it was all bullshit. To her, I was just a paid prostitute.
She walked over to her clothing and began slipping on her shirt. “Fine, I’ll just ask Master Kevin to take my virginity.”
Her words set my already raw emotions off. I wanted to shake some sense into her. I was at her side in an instant. I gripped her arm, maybe a little too roughly, but I wanted to force her to see reason.
“That would be a terrible mistake.” I growled in a low threatening voice.
She shrugged her shoulders so flippantly. “I hear he gives really good orgasms.”
I spoke through clenched teeth, each word laced with anger. “This isn’t a brothel, April. We’re not prostitutes. This is a BDSM club. It’s about domination and submission - power exchanges. It’s not for naïve little virgins. ”
My words had hurt her, but instead of backing down, she yelled right back at me, her voice dripping in contempt. “Power exchanges? You let me suck your cock, but you won’t give me what I ask for? What kind of power exchange is that?”
Jesus Christ, I wanted to punish that sassy little mouth. She made my blood boil. “You’re being a spoiled little brat.”
She screamed back at me, “Well, you’re being the worst Dom ever!”
It was probably the cruelest thing she could have told me. I knew it was true, but hearing it from her lips was infuriating. It was worse than a direct kick to the balls.
Like a goddamned caveman, I dragged her over to the couch. I pulled her across my lap and was dragging down her black panties down to her knees in seconds flat. She was struggling against me, but in my rage, that barely registered.
Her ass was jiggling in front of me, beautiful and perfect. I didn’t even warm it up; I just gave it a good whack.
“That’s for not laying still.”
I watched the red splotchy color develop on the skin where my hand had landed. I softly rubbed the angry looking skin. My cock was already throbbing – hell, it had been rock hard since the moment I had walked in the room and saw her waiting for me – but now I felt my need growing uncomfortably stronger.
I slapped her ass again, not too hard – just enough to feel a biting sting – and watched her flesh quiver after the impact.
“That’s for being a spoiled brat.”
She whimpered lightly as her hips pressed downward into my lap. Fuck. I couldn’t help it. My hand slid under her so I could feel her pussy. She moaned the instant my fingers found her. She was so wet. She felt so good.
There was no doubt about it; she enjoyed this just as much as I did. I could have her coming in seconds if I wanted to, but neither of us wanted that – yet.
I gave her one more solid slap. This time her hips were grinding into my hand with a vengeance.
“That’s for driving me crazy.”
My fingers slid between her folds, just teasing at her opening. She was panting and squirming in my lap - she wanted her damned orgasm so much, but the anger I felt hadn’t burned off with the spanking; I wanted to teach her a lesson.
“This pussy is mine, April.” I knew how to work her body just like a rock star lovingly worked his guitar, playing all the right notes. And I didn’t hold back. Her thrashing, her moans guided my every touch.
I felt like I was going to fucking explode.
“Please, oh God.” She was begging now. The couch cushions muffled her words, but I could catch a few here and there.
“I’m the one that gives you orgasms. Not God. Not Master Kevin.” I really wasn’t sure if I could hold her back much longer. Or myself.
I had to forcibly hold her ass down with my free hand; she was bucking so wildly now. It was time.
“You want good orgasms? Here’s your good orgasm.”
I knew exactly how to touch her and she responded like clockwork. It was beautiful. I felt like a fucking Master. Her body was shuddering in reaction as my fingers teased out wave after wave of spasms. I only wished that my mouth was buried exactly where my fingers were.
When she had quieted somewhat, I flipped her over. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I had the intention of making up for my anger. I had swatted her good, and I knew aftercare was certainly in order, but my good intentions flew right out the door when she reached up for me.
She was trying to pull me down on top of her. “Kiss me.”
I had never kissed a woman at ‘Sanctuary’. Just like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman – I didn’t kiss my clients. Clients. I felt something creeping over me. Threatening to unleash. Maybe I was just a prostitute after all.
The growl that ripped from my throat was primal.
I ripped off the panties that were still dangling around her ankles then pulled down my gladiator nut huggers. I positioned myself between her legs and grabbed my dick with my fist.
“Is this what you want, princess?” The way I sneered the words, it was almost as if I wanted her to refuse me.
She stared wide-eyed at my cock like it was a piece of meat. “Yes Sir.”
I rubbed the tip of my dick around her pussy, slowly spreading her. My brain was screaming for me to stop, but there was no stopping my body now. I had lost control. It was a miracle that I wasn’t just pounding into her like a battering ram as it was.
I wanted to rip the crazy feathered mask right off her face so she couldn’t hide from me. I wanted to see her every expression, know her every thought - while I took her virginity.
Confusing thoughts were swirling in my head, but when she thrust her hips up against my dick, my not-so-sensitive side took over. She was always trying to take control.
In one quick motion, I pinned her hands over her head. Thanks to her thrusting hips, my cock had already begun pushing into her slippery pussy. I hadn’t met any resistance yet, but I knew I would. It would hurt. It was best to make it quick.
I took her virginity with one forceful drive. I wasn’t gentle. Her grunt of surprise held me still for a moment. A few heartbeats later, when she started wiggling again, the last thread of willpower I had left broke. I fucked her like a maniac.
I did have some semblance of mind left to appreciate that she was enjoying it. Holy shit - was she a screamer. I wasn’t a total fuck - I played with her clit while I fucked her, because I wanted her to feel good - but I was pretty singularly focused on the needs of my cock.
I was surprised when she orgasmed again. I had just taken her virginity only minutes before and yet she was coming. It threw me over the edge. I plunged deep into her and felt my cock explode.
It wasn’t until my load was nearly spent that I realized I had forgotten to put on a condom.
“FUCK! I forgot a condom.” I was pulling out, but it was far too late.
Her eyes looked glazed. “It’s okay. I’m on the pill.”
How could I have been so fucking stupid? Her words were slightly reassuring, but my mistake had really shaken me. “And, I’m clean.”
It was the truth, but it sounded so lame to my ears. I didn’t want her to worry. How did
she know that I hadn’t had sex in months? Ever since I had become a Dom in fact. She probably thought I routinely fucked every client. After all, I was just a prostitute.
I quickly found my shorts and slipped them on. My mood had completely soured. I had fucked up. In so many different ways.
April was scrambling to sit up. She looked lost. I knew I should act like a Dom and take care of her emotional needs. But I wasn’t a Dom.
“I hope I made it worth the money.”
I was a jackass. I walked out the door.
~~
I stormed down the hallway; my mood was black. I had just broken every rule in the book. First I had acted all possessive of April when she had threatened to turn to someone else to lose her virginity. Then I got caught up in the heat of the moment. I was out of my mind with lust and anger, but that was no excuse for anything.
I took her virginity. I crossed way over the line.
And I did it bareback to boot.
What the fuck was wrong with me?
I only made it half way down the hall before Betsy stopped me. “So, this is really your last night? Are you sure you won’t reconsider?”
I pulled off the gladiator mask. “I’m sure.”
She raised an eyebrow. “You know, we can negotiate your salary a bit. Now that you’re a more experienced Dom-”
I cut her off bitterly, “I’m no fucking Dom, Betsy. I think we both know that.”
She blocked my path. “Don’t sell yourself short, Cole. You’re learning more every day. You handle the newbies with professionalism and finesse. You understand that it’s just not about ordering a submissive around. You get it. You’re sensitive to their needs. You anticipate. It’s not just me saying this - it’s Johnnie, too. You’re a natural.”
My laugh sounded harsh. “Right. I’m being topped from below by a virgin. That’s how great of a Dom I am.”
Betsy laughed. “Subs can certainly keep you on your toes.”
I let out a ragged breath. “If you only knew the half of it, you wouldn’t think I was such a great Dom.”
Betsy’s reply was like a punch to the gut. “April thinks you’re a good Dom.”
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