“No Sir,” she whispered.
“With your panties at your knees, I want you to lift your skirt so I can see how wet you are as a result of your spanking.”
Mouse shivered, her clit throbbing. She lifted her skirt to her waist.
“What a naughty girl you are.”
Tor reached up and gently parted her folds and Mouse sobbed with excitement. One long finger was drawn over her quivering clit, making Mouse fight the orgasm that threatened.
“You’re fighting me.”
“What do you want, Sir?”
“Obedience.” Tor’s fingernail scratched over her clit.
“Oh…”
Mouse quivered as Tor flicked his finger against her trembling clit. He tugged her cunt lips wider, baring the interior pink folds of her labia to his heated gaze.
“I think I’d like to taste the pink fruit.”
“Taste?” Mouse squeaked. This was one of her deepest fantasies. Having Tor eat her out.
“Yes, I have a fondness for pussy. I could eat the soft pink fruit for hours. Do you understand?”
“Yes Sir.” She was breathless. Excited. Uncertain. But she felt safe as Tor played with her.
Mouse’s eyes drifted closed as he parted her further to put her erect clit on display.
He stroked her clit with the tip of his finger again, rolling it around and around over the taut nub until Mouse was jerking her hips and thrusting back.
“Oh God…”
“So close,” Tor observed. “And I want to taste you when you come.”
She opened her eyes, and at that moment, Tor’s tongue flicked against the underside of her clit and she mewled as release shot through her. Her eyes closed again while he kept up his oral assault, Tor pulled her close to hold her up so she didn’t collapse while he nibbled and sucked her. Wave after wave of pleasure shook Mouse. Although the fire filling her body this time was different from the spanking, it was just as potent, just as arousing, and just as devastating to her hard-won self-control. Finally his mouth released her.
Her eyes fluttered open when Tor growled hoarsely, “Oh shit, I’ve got to fuck you.”
“Yes. Please!”
Tor swung Mouse over to the desk and laid her on it on her back. He tugged her panties off and threw them over his shoulder. She stared up at him as he unzipped his trousers and released his thick erection. God, she’d always wanted this. Wanted to have him out of control with need for her and buried in her quim up to the hilt. She spread her legs and bent her knees, offering herself.
“Oh fuck yes!” He pulled a condom out of his pocket and slipped it over his thick, hard cock.
“Don’t wait, fuck me!” Mouse cried. He took a deep breath, pausing to stare at her.
“Just a minute, Squeak.”
Tor glided behind the desk and seized her wrists while he pulled a long, soft rope out of a desk drawer. He looped the rope around her wrists then brought it down to the legs of the desk and tied the rope off. She tugged but couldn’t get free. She ought to panic, but instead she felt moisture flood her pussy.
“Oh yes. Please…”
“I thought you’d appreciate that. I certainly will.” Tor watched her wriggle with a widening grin. He reached into the drawer and grabbed something that he put into his pants pocket.
Tor moved back between her thighs and set himself at the entrance of Mouse’s cunt while she watched, wide-eyed, ready and thrilled. She’d already had a screaming orgasm, but she knew that was a warm-up for what was about to happen when Tor fucked her.
As he wedged the head of his cock inside the entrance, he shuddered. “Damn, you’re tight.”
He pulled the top of her bustier down to bare her breasts, pinching the tight nipples then bending to suck on one. Mouse shivered, mewling and twisting in her bonds.
“Sweet, lovely Squeak,” he growled, nudging himself forward.
While he pressed himself into her inch by inch, Mouse watched him fill her cunt, lifting her hips and opening for him. She threw her head back.
“Oh yes. Deeper. Fuck me deeper,” she moaned.
Mouse twitched when he pinched her nipples again. She arched into the pinches and into the thrust of Tor’s thick cock. “More. Please…more!”
He lifted her legs so her ankles rested on his shoulders. Mouse thrust up to meet him as he plunged into her pussy, closing her eyes. Suddenly she felt a bite on one of her nipples. Her eyes flew open, expecting to see him gnawing on her, but instead there was a clamp fastened tightly to one of her nipples.
Tor withdrew, and as he thrust back inside, she closed her eyes once more and she felt the bite on her other nipple. Now both of her straining nipples were imprisoned by clamps. She twisted, trying to loosen them, but there was no recourse. Her hands were bound and she was at Tor’s mercy, but she enjoyed it. In fact, to her surprise, it felt good just to let someone else decide what would happen next.
Mouse sighed when he bottomed out again. “Yes, don’t stop. Please…”
“Stop?” He chuckled. “Not a chance, Miss Squeak.”
Mouse whimpered when she felt fingers teasing her clit. Tor rubbed her as he stroked in and out. Round and round, pressing on the tight bundle of nerves until she had trouble catching her breath.
“Keep it up. Ah, shit yeah. Your cunt is clenching on me… You’re on the edge of coming again, aren’t you?”
She groaned.
He tugged on one of the nipple clamps and she shrieked. “Aren’t you?”
“Yes Sir.”
Tor laughed. “I thought so.”
With a groan, he tossed back his head and thrust his hips forward. Every plunge took her closer and closer to the edge of the abyss. Tor leaned down to kiss her damp forehead above the mask.
“Look into my eyes,” he growled, and Mouse obeyed, unable to look away. The command curled around her, spinning a fire inside her body. “I want to watch you come.”
“But…”
“Quiet. Just focus on the way it feels to have my cock driving in and out of your clasping cunt.” He continued to rub Mouse’s clit and teased her clamped nipples.
Mouse looked up at Tor. They connected in a way she never thought they would, their gazes locked as he drove deeper…faster.
“That’s it, Squeak. Tighter. Clasp me. Feel the thrust of my cock while I pound into your cunt.”
Mouse thrust harder, gasping as her muscles constricted…tensing in preparation. Her pussy throbbed and she fought to come. She wanted to find her release now…right now.
“Relax. Let it go,” he growled. “Give me your orgasm. Share it with me.”
Tor flicked and pinched Mouse’s clit until finally she couldn’t fight it anymore and gave herself to the Dominant who played her body so expertly. When she let go, her hips lifted from the desk and she threw back her head with a scream. It was too much…and not enough. She wanted Tor with her…
“Please come, Sir. Please,” she whimpered as her belly quivered and spasms of pleasure jerked along every nerve ending in her body. As if it was her request that he’d been waiting for, he shouted and thrust deep—his body jerking as his orgasm took him over.
At the end, he collapsed forward, his damp forehead finally resting on her breastbone between her clamped nipples. She continued to twitch as residual shocks tormented her. He lifted his head and removed both clamps. She arched beneath him and another orgasm ripped through her body. He chuckled weakly as her cunt secured him inside her.
“Fuck, Miss Squeak, you’re gonna kill me here.” He sighed.
As she lay gasping, he untied her wrists.
“Ah, my lovely one, I could take you all night, but I think you’ve had enough for now. Perhaps we can find each other again…another time.”
“I’d like that.”
“We aren’t done here, sweetheart.” He lowered his head to press kisses to the curve of her neck. “Not by half.”
Mouse shivered at the promise in his husky voice, wishing she could show T
or her face so he’d know who he’d just had sex with. But she couldn’t. For the next six months they were going to be business partners, and Regine had always taught her that sex and business didn’t mix. But at least she’d had her fantasy…if only for one night.
Chapter Three
It was only as she stood in front of Erotically Bound at eight thirty a.m. on Monday morning that she realized she didn’t have a key. Had he done this on purpose? She hoped not. It would be tough enough to look him in the eye after their adventure on Saturday night—especially since he didn’t know his submissive playmate had been her. But if she knew he really didn’t want her here that much, she’d be tempted just to throw in the towel.
Damn it. A walk around the building was her only course of action. Unfortunately, the service entrance in the back was just as locked as the main door. Mouse stomped back to the front of the building to glare at the mirrored glass façade. At least the wind wasn’t whipping her coat around, but it was damn cold today. She didn’t even have the phone number for the club. Shit, shit, shit! She pulled out her cell, deciding maybe a call to the lawyer would get her somewhere until she realized she still had Tor’s cell number on speed dial.
In the last few months before Regine died, Tor wanted her to call if there was any change at all. Thank God, she hadn’t dumped the number. She hit speed dial and waited. Two rings and he picked up.
“Mouse?”
“Yes.”
“Where the hell are you? You’re late.”
She started to feel a swell of guilt fill her which she promptly squashed. “I’ve been searching for a way into the building for the last half-hour. I’m standing in front right now.”
“Oh…” There was a pause. “Sorry about that. All the staff has a key and our service people don’t start coming by until ten a.m.”
“You want to come and let me in?”
The door opened and she sighed, hanging up the phone. Damn, he’d moved fast. Tor smiled at her, looking as hot as he had Saturday night. Hotter actually, since she now knew what an amazing cock he had. She felt heat rush to her face. He held the door open so she had to slip past him to squeeze through. Just brushing against him had her pussy wet. Oh dear. Maybe Saturday night had been a bad idea. A really bad idea. How was she going to work with this guy without giving herself away?
She looked away from Tor to take in the interior of the club and almost tripped over her feet. The exterior, with its mirrored glass and clean lines, was contemporary, but that was nothing on the rooms. Two walls were glass and let the morning light stream into the space. The ceilings were two stories high…soaring and slightly intimidating. The room was stark white with whitewashed oak floors. There were low white leather couches around the space. Along one wall was a curved bar with more glass and mirrors. The barstools were low with straight lines. Toward the back of the space was a large public play area. The toys were in white oak or chrome and mirrors were placed strategically around the play space. There was a sweeping wide staircase that went up to the upper level.
Normally, Mouse didn’t really like contemporary design because it seemed cold to her. But this space really worked and it fit Tor’s personality somehow. Not that he was cold, but that he was up-to-date…cutting edge.
“Would you like a tour?”
“Yes please.”
“You can leave your coat on one of the couches.”
Mouse did as he suggested then followed him to the public play area. Out the corner of her eye, she could see him watching her. In fact, he watched her closely, as though trying to determine what she thought without actually asking her. Mouse hadn’t noticed at first, but a clear catwalk ran the full length of both windows on the front and side façades of the building. She pointed up.
“Don’t those windows allow people to look in here and see what’s going on? Kind of defeats the purpose of a discreet club, doesn’t it?”
He smiled, obviously proud. “That was a great design. From the outside, the glass reflects like a mirror. From the inside, you can see out. Guests can stand in front of those windows buck naked and feel as if they’re exposing themselves to the whole world, but no one outside can see them.”
“Even at night?”
“Yeah. When we did renovations after purchasing the building, I stood outside to make sure and I still check periodically. Just to be sure. It’s kind of like a one-way mirror.”
They headed for the bar area and Tor introduced her to a man straightening the area.
“This is Wade, my bar manager.”
“You serve alcohol?” Mouse tilted her head as she surveyed the wall of bottles behind Wade.
Tor frowned. “We do. Customers expect it.”
“But the focus of the play is safe, sane and consensual, right?”
“Yes. What’s your point?”
“Well, a drunk Dom isn’t particularly safe or sane, and a drunk sub certainly couldn’t give informed consent, could they?”
Wade laughed, looking away from Tor. “She sounds like Regine.”
“Mother probably primed the pump. C’mon, we have more to see.”
Mouse didn’t move. It was only as he reached the stairs to the upper level that he realized she wasn’t following him.
“Let’s go, Mouse,” he called.
“You didn’t answer my question.” She crossed her arms across her chest, determined not to move from her spot until he came back to explain.
He rolled his eyes and returned. “The members of this club expect elegance. We deliver.”
“How does alcohol contribute to elegance?”
“It contributes to the ambiance. We serve nothing but the best.”
“How does alcohol contribute to ambiance? Frankly, drunk people are the least elegant people around, and the ambiance they contribute is the sense of a place that’s out of control.”
She watched him take a deep breath and could almost hear him counting to ten before he responded.
“People don’t drink to excess here.”
“How do you know?”
“We enforce a two-drink maximum.”
“How do you do that?” Tor growled, so she turned to the bar manager instead. “Well, Wade? On a busy night, how do you know that Mistress A has had only one drink but Master B has had his two drinks? Especially if the sub is going to the bar to get the drink for them?”
“Uh…” He looked uncomfortably at Tor.
“In other words, you don’t know.”
“We have discreet dungeon monitors keeping track of whether someone is behaving badly so you can just quit channeling my mother.”
“Tor, just because it was your mother who commented does not mean she was wrong.”
“Look, Mouse, why don’t you just observe operations for a night or two to see how things go before you start suggesting changes.”
She pressed her lips together to silence her irritation. “Fine I’ll observe…tonight. We’ll see how that two-drink maximum functions in reality.”
“Right. Let’s move on.” He rolled his eyes and headed for the stairs to the upper level.
She followed. Mouse looked up the stairs as she started to follow Tor, and even as obnoxious as he was, she couldn’t keep her mind on business. He had such a fine ass. She wished he would have gotten naked on Saturday night. That was the only thing missing from making that evening a perfect fantasy experience. He reached the top and turned to face her, only to catch her staring. He grinned when he realized what she’d been staring at. She looked away as she joined him on the upper level. There was an open space at the top of the stairs with a reception desk.
“What’s that for?”
“We have someone on duty to coordinate the private rooms.”
“Is that all that’s up here?”
“No. We have a large public water bondage area up here along with locker rooms so people can keep a change of clothes on-site. In addition, we have small private dungeons for use by couples or small groups under five. We als
o have some large dungeons for private parties. One can accommodate up to twenty, the other will hold up to fifty.”
“Do the dungeon monitors stand watch at private parties?”
He colored slightly. “They’re private parties.”
“But if someone is hurt here or something, aren’t you liable even though it’s a private party?”
“We have our members and their guests sign waivers.”
Mouse thought about it and raised her brows. “Okay that covers your ass, but what if someone really messes up? This isn’t a video game arcade. Someone could get seriously injured, and if they did, the club’s reputation would be damaged and you could still be sued.”
His face reddened and he gritted his teeth. She could tell he was counting again. She should not have been with him on Saturday—not when she had to work with him on Monday morning. It bothered her to press him about club operations because she could see it upset him. So how stupid was she? Their working relationship was already going south because she was addressing Regine’s list and she hadn’t even been here for an hour yet. He obviously wasn’t going to handle any of her questions well.
“Mouse, I know my mother is behind this. So fess up. What’s the deal?”
“It’s a legitimate question, Tor. Your mother has nothing to do with it.” Which was a lie, but she wasn’t ready to deal with that yet.
“Nothing to do with it? Bullshit.” He shrugged his shoulders to ease some tension then went over to the reception desk. Tor moved behind and grabbed a set of keys. “Let’s get this damn tour over with and then you can start finding fault elsewhere.”
“Finding fault?” She frowned as he stalked past her and quickly unlocked the rooms along the main corridor and flipped on light switches.
“Yes. You don’t like anything here and I know why.”
“Why?”
“Mother. She disapproved and she infected you.”
“She did not infect me.”
“If you say so.” He sighed and pointed. “The water play room is straight back behind the reception desk. Along the hallway on either side of the desk are a series of rooms with different themes. The party rooms are at either end of the floor.” He tossed the keys to her, but she didn’t get her hands on them before they hit her in the tummy and dropped to the floor at her feet. “Go ahead and explore, and I’ll wait for you in the office downstairs.”
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