by Kendall Ryan
Eagerly, I nod. “Unless we’re going to run into any of your old girlfriends.”
“I haven’t dated in years, Brielle. I thought you knew that.”
“I guess there’s still a lot I’m fuzzy on.”
“Let me clear a few things up for you. Come with me.” He rises to his feet and offers me his hand.
As we exit the lounge via a back hallway, I snag a glass of champagne from a passing waiter, knowing I very well might need a dose of liquid courage.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Hale
Having Brielle inside Crave makes me feel possessive and territorial in a way I’ve never experienced before. As we climb the stairs to the second level, Doms openly admire her. Even a few submissives lift their eyes to inspect her, silently wishing they look half as poised and beautiful as she does tonight. It makes me proud to have her on my arm, yet part of me wants to lock her away in a private room, away from the lecherous eyes that follow us.
I skipped the tour of the first floor, because it’s mostly just a lounge and bar meant for mingling, along with a public play area, which I’m sure she saw when she came in. The second floor is where the real action takes place.
“Where did you leave Kirby?” I ask, suddenly remembering she said she came with him.
“With Chrissy.”
I nod. “He’ll be fine then.” Chrissy only plays with real Doms, and since Kirby doesn’t even come close to fitting that bill, they’re probably just having a drink. “Come here, I want to show you something.”
We reach the first room, and I stop in the hall to face her. “If anything you see bothers you, just squeeze my hand, okay?”
She nods, and I push open the heavy steel door to the dungeon-inspired playroom. Hooks stud the floors, walls, and ceiling. A padded bench and an iron cross with restraints provide play areas, and they’re both currently occupied.
Given that New Year’s Eve is one of the biggest party nights, the club is packed with many people dressed in fetish gear. Brielle’s eyes are wide as she takes in everything. She’s quiet and almost contemplative about what she’s seeing, but she never once squeezes my hand as I guide her from room to room.
We only briefly tour the sterile hospital-themed room where a man is using a violet wand on his patient. Brielle flinches when the spark of electricity leaps from the end of the wand and onto the woman’s bare pussy.
“What is that?”
“The wand produces erotic electric stimulation. It provides a warm tingling sensation, but used on a low setting, doesn’t have the power to produce real pain.”
Brielle sags in relief beside me, but I can tell this is outside her comfort zone. Mine too, if I’m honest. It takes a lot of skill and restraint for a Dom to learn how to use the tool properly.
Once we’re back in the hallway, I lean down to whisper near her ear. “How are you doing?”
She gives me a tight nod. “It’s all very…enlightening.”
I nod in agreement. “Have you seen enough?” This scene was a little overwhelming, even for an experienced Dom like me. I tend to opt for privacy and sensuous scenes, not the public, extreme play that is going on inside these rooms tonight.
“Which room is your favorite?”
The idea of getting her alone and out of that miniskirt has my cock hardening already. “This way.”
We turn the corner to a less busy area of the club. The ultra-private Pandora rooms can be used for private scenes.
I find a door with a green light, meaning that it’s available for use, and turn to face Brielle. “Are you sure you’re game for all this?”
“There’s only one thing I want.”
“What’s that?”
“The other times we were together were about me. You taught me to be confident and made me feel desirable, but tonight I want to see what you like.”
“I like anything that involves you naked, sweetheart.”
She shakes her head, frowning at me. “I’m serious. No more going easy on me. I mean it.”
“And you’re sure that’s what I’ve been doing?” Something about seeing her in this environment amuses me. I’m practically fucking giddy, and I can’t help but tease her a little.
“Yes. I…I think so,” she says. “I want to learn your preferences. Please.”
I take a deep breath, my cock once again flexing against my zipper. “Are you sure that’s what you want?”
“Absolutely.”
“Very well.” It’s like she’s flipped a switch inside me. “I need you to be sure.”
“I am.” She straightens her shoulders, refusing to back down.
“And you remember your safe word?”
“Peach.”
“Good girl.” I point to the door we’re standing in front of. “This is a private room with a locking door.”
“So it’ll be just us?”
“If that’s what you want.”
She swallows, her throat working with the effort. “I trust you.”
“Do you know what it means if I ask you to present yourself?”
Her answering gaze is inquisitive. “No, sir,” she admits after a beat.
I nod toward the door. “You are to go inside and undress completely. Then I want you to kneel with your forehead on the floor, so that your ass and pussy are displayed for me. Is that understood?”
“Yes, sir.”
“We never fully outlined your limits.”
“I trust you.”
I can see her pulse strumming almost violently in her neck. As much as it pains me, in order to really push Brielle tonight, I need to call in some backup. I saw her reaction to Reece earlier, and I’m going to use it to my full advantage.
She wants to know what I like, and what I really enjoy is taking a sub so far outside herself that she’s fully reliant on me. I want to push her so she’s just beyond the edge of her comfort zone. It’s only then that she has fully given herself to me. And I need to feel that from her tonight. I need to know she’s really mine; it’s the only way to completely let her in.
I open the door, turning the light to red as Brielle goes inside. The private rooms are all nice, but this is one of my favorites. It’s a large room with a four-poster bed covered by a single white sheet. The only light in the room comes from a half dozen candles that burn in sparkling crystal dishes across the room. It’s a beautiful environment, made even more stunning by the beautiful woman who’s stepped into the room.
I close the door softly behind her, giving us both a moment to prepare for what is sure to be the most intense scene we’ve ever shared.
After several minutes, I’m ready, and I can practically feel the anticipation and nervous energy flowing off of Brielle, even through the closed door.
I open the door and find her exactly as I’ve instructed. She’s kneeling on the soft wool rug in the center of the room. Her forehead is resting on the carpet, her ass is upturned toward me so that my view is of her perfect pussy and little pink asshole. My cock jumps to attention as all the blood in my body pumps south, hard and fast.
“You’ve presented yourself beautifully,” I say, so she knows it’s me who’s just entered the room.
“Thank you, sir,” she murmurs.
“I’ve brought you a surprise. Are you ready for him?”
“Him?” she squeaks, all the muscles in her body tightening.
I’ve called Reece for help with this scene. “Is that okay?” I ask.
After several moments, I hear her small voice again. “I trust you, sir.”
“That’s a good girl.”
I open the door and watch as her breathing grows shallow at the sound of distinctly male footsteps across the floor. I can’t even begin to imagine Brielle’s mind space right now, but I’ve pushed her further than ever before, and so far she’s accepting of it.
I won’t let Reece lay a hand on her, and he knows that, but something about her reaction earlier, both to him and to the couples putting on a public show,
tells me this is just the kind of thing to push her to the next level.
“Would you look at how pretty that is, Reece?”
It’s the first time I’ve spoken his name, and my use of it is deliberate. I want her to picture two tall, powerful Doms standing over her nude body, both of us rock hard. She holds all the power, and the way she relaxes and pushes her ass out just a fraction more tells me she knows this.
“She’s fucking gorgeous.” Reece’s voice is rough and low. He might be an experienced Dom, but even he can see how beautiful, and unique this woman is in all her naked glory.
“And she’s learning to be a good little submissive. Presenting her tight little asshole and pussy to us like that.” I have to fight to maintain the composure in my voice, that’s how much this scene is affecting me. Blood hums through my veins, and I’m intoxicated by her.
“She looks good enough to eat,” he comments.
I glance over at him, and when I see a dark, hungry look in his eyes, I shoot him an evil glare. Dream on, fucker.
I walk closer to Brielle, leaning down beside her to stroke my fingertips lightly over her spine. “You’re doing beautifully,” I whisper.
Normally I wouldn’t dole out compliments just yet, but this isn’t her world. This is totally new for her, and she could easily pass for a pro with how well she’s handling this.
“Tell me how you feel.”
“Nervous,” she admits and then she adds softly, “Alive.”
“That’s perfect.” My fingertips follow the graceful curve of her spine, down to her ass. “Open for me just a little more. Ease your knees apart.”
She does, and when I lower my fingers to her sex, I find her soaking wet. I push one finger inside, loving the feel of her tight walls clinging to me.
“Damn, baby. This little pussy is drenched to perfection. You like having two Doms hard and aching at just the sight of you?”
She makes a small noise of pleasure and pushes her ass back to take my finger deeper.
“Greedy thing.” I remove my hand and spank her ass, giving her a sharp swat.
Brielle moans at the contact, but doesn’t even flinch.
She took her spanking so well, that I reward her with two fingers deep inside her.
I look at Reece, who looks beyond impressed at how well she’s doing. I told him training them was the fun part. Something tells me maybe now, he’ll believe me.
“Fucking hell, she looks tight,” he growls.
Pride blooms within me. “She is. Tightest pussy I’ve ever felt.” She fits around me perfectly as I pump in and out, and her hot cunt sucks at my fingers.
Little whimpering mewls escape her as if she’s trying to stay quiet but can’t hold back.
“Hmm. Should I let him have a taste?”
Brielle squeaks in surprise, her body flinching.
“Do you need to use your safe word, Brielle?”
“I…” She hesitates, breathing heavily. “Just you. Please.”
Of course I’ll be the only one tasting her. If another man licking her pussy while I watched was what she really wanted, I don’t know if I could deny her, but it pleases me immensely to hear her say we’re on the exact same page. It’ll be just us tonight. Which is exactly as it should be.
I continue my movements inside her, and I can feel her getting close. Knowing her body as well as I do, I can read all of her signs. “When you come, it’ll be for my eyes only,” I tell her.
“Yes, sir,” she says, grinding her ass back against me again.
Naughty thing. She’s trying to taunt me in front of Reece, topping from the bottom. And damn if she doesn’t have me wrapped around her little finger. I want nothing more than to let her explode all over my hand, but I force myself to stop and stand.
“I think it’s time to get down to business. On your feet, peach.”
Brielle rises to her knees first and gazes up at me. We’ve barely begun our scene, and already her eyes have that glassy, faraway look in them. She gets to her feet and stands before us, completely bare and unashamed. There’s no tremor in her stance, and her chin is lifted high. Knowing that she holds all the power in this exchange, she’s confident and calm. God, she’s grown so much since we began. It’s incredible.
Her gaze drops to the front of my pants and then swings over to Reece’s next.
Yes, you’ve brought two big men to their breaking point. Happy, sweetheart?
“Time to go, Reece,” I tell him. I needed to push Brielle completely out of her comfort zone tonight, and after I saw the way she reacted to the others at the club, I knew she was intrigued with the idea of being watched. But I never intended for him to actually participate. Her perfection is reserved for me alone.
Reece gives a tight nod, his eyes on Brielle. “You’re fucking gorgeous, angel. Enjoy the rest of your night at the club. If I can ever be of service, please let me know.”
Reece leaves, and then it’s just the two of us.
“Was that okay, peach?” It was a bold move on my part, calling for a mid-scene check-in. I need to know that she’s okay before we continue.
“I never expected it. It was…different.”
“And you’re ready to continue?”
“Yes.” There’s no hesitation, no question.
“Good. Come here and take out my cock.”
Brielle walks closer, her breasts jiggling as she moves. I can feel pre-come leaking from the end of my cock. If I don’t get her mouth on me soon, I’m going to explode.
She releases my button and tugs down the zipper, and then her hands are inside my boxers, her delicate fingers curling around my shaft. I groan and stifle a curse.
“How’s this, sir?” she asks, her eyes full of fire.
“Down on your knees, pet. I want to be in your mouth.”
She sinks to her knees and frees me the rest of the way from my pants, letting them fall to my ankles. Then she plants her hand at the base and brings her lips to my tip, licking the head lightly. Zings of pleasure shoot down into my balls.
“Deeper,” I growl.
She opens and takes me into the warmth of her mouth, sucking noises punctuating the silence around us. Her hand strokes up and down, following the path of her tongue.
She’s swallowing me down her throat, and I’m seconds away from coming when I pull myself free.
“Fuck.” I stroke her hair, tucking it back behind her ears. My cock is so hard and primed, it aches, but I want to be inside her when I come.
She smiles up at me, her lips swollen and damp.
“Come here, beautiful.” I lift her in my arms and walk us over to the dresser. When I sit her on the top, it’s the perfect height for bringing us together. “I can’t wait any longer.”
I push her knees apart and step between them, kissing her deeply while my thumb strokes her clit. She moans into my mouth, her tongue tangling with mine. Right when she’s on the brink of orgasm, I push inside in one swift thrust.
Brielle comes apart, clawing at my shoulders and crying out loudly.
My thumb doesn’t stop stroking her swollen clit as her walls slam down around me. “That’s it, peach. Come all over me. Just let go.”
I continue rocking in and out of her, and when I look down between us, I see my cock coated in her slick heat.
Her breathing is coming hard and fast, and her eyes are glazed over with lust. I pull myself free and carry her over to the bed, laying her down gently.
I’m worried I’ve pushed her too far tonight. That being here, inside this club, inviting another man into the room, might have been all too much. She’s trembling all over, and I grab a throw blanket from the cabinet, covering her up and cuddling her to my chest. Once she catches her breath, she blinks up at me.
“Why didn’t you finish?” She looks down at my still semi-hard erection.
“Your well-being comes first. You were shaking like a leaf.”
She gives me a coy look. “I’d just come harder than I have in my entire l
ife. That didn’t mean I needed to stop.”
She reaches for me and strokes me lightly. I’m fully hard again in an instant.
“Are you sure you don’t need a minute?” I grunt.
“Positive.”
I kiss her deeply as the unmistakable feeling that this woman was made for me crashes through me.
“Besides, you’re supposed to be showing me what you like, remember?”
“Are you sure about that?” I know exactly what I want.
She nods.
“Then turn over.”
With a quizzical look on her delicate features, she rolls onto her stomach.
I grab a pillow and lift her, placing it under her hips, then grab my toy bag from beside the door. I don’t have our candle because I didn’t expect to see her tonight, but a Dom never leaves home without his bag. I’m like a Boy Scout that way. You never know when you might need to instruct a fellow Dom on the proper use of a double-short-tail flogger.
When I return to the bed, Brielle is resting with her cheek on the mattress, watching me closely. “Wh-what are you going to do?”
“Just try and relax for me, okay?” I consider blindfolding her, but then decide I’m introducing her to enough new sensations tonight; no need to throw that into the mix too. Besides, I want to see her eyes and her expression when I take her.
I grab some lubricant from my bag and set it on the bed beside me.
“Remember this?” It’s the vibrator I used on her in the condo she was showing clients.
“Fondly,” she says.
I tuck it back inside its case and put it in the bag. “Too bad we won’t be using it then.” I smirk. “Let’s try this one.” It’s a Jimmy Jane Form Two. A double-pronged love device, one of my favorites because it produces an almost immediate orgasm. It will be perfect to tease her with and to test her control.
“Is that a plug?” she asks, noting the little toy in my hand with its smooth end and flared base.
I don’t need to spell it out for her. My cock is big; her ass is tight. It’s simple mechanics. “It’ll help make sure you’re ready for me.”
She watches me curiously, but doesn’t say anything.
“Up on your knees a little bit for me, sweetheart.”
