Dangerous Desire

by Sebastian Ex

  To my girl. You started this crazy journey, and for that I thank you.

  ONE

  “More,” she begs, as I bring the cane down on her already-red ass.

  I drop the long thin piece of bamboo; it makes a sound as it hits the concrete floor of my playroom. “I didn’t give you permission to speak, Petal,” I say to Penny. My voice is low, angry, though controlled.

  “Please, Sir. Harder,” she begs.

  Her body is covered with marks, her alabaster skin no longer white. It’s a perfect hue of flaming crimson. Welts have developed from every one of the toys I’ve used on her. I’ve spanked her, flogged her, paddled her and caned her. And yet with everything I’ve done, she still wants more.

  I’ve noticed since Matthew and Ella’s wedding, Penny’s pain tolerance has increased significantly. She’s always begging for more, desperate to bring pain in her life at every opportunity.

  And she’s tried to top me many times, just like she’s doing now.

  “Did I give you permission to talk?” I ask again.

  I stand behind her, her legs open, her glistening pussy on display for me, just like her glorious ass. Her blonde hair is falling out of her ponytail, and the strands are a stark contrast against the rich brown leather of the spanking bench. She’s up on her knees, her wrists secured to the front legs of the bench.

  “So-sorry, Master,” she stutters.

  I fucking hate it. She’s called me Master the last few times, and I know that’s what she wants from me. But I don’t want a slave. I want a submissive.

  Standing back, my eyes travel the length of her body. From her upper back, all the way down to her ankles, she’s marked. The heavier marks are around her upper thighs and butt. Her mid-section only has slight color, because hitting with a heavy hand around the kidneys isn’t in any way pleasurable. It’s flat out pain, and it can do permanent damage.

  Penny’s been wanting more pain and I’m not ready to take her there. Nor, rationally, should she want to enter into such dangerous territory.

  My playroom was designed with Penny in mind. Before she came into my life, before she became my submissive, I fucked every woman I could. On my first night with her, I knew she was different. I knew she’d bring out both my absolute best – and my sheer worst.

  She pushed me to be the best Dom I could be for her. She showed me the control I needed to have when we’re Dom/sub. And I’ve shown her the power of freedom she has through her surrender.

  “Master,” she whimpers, as she moves against the shackles attached to the thick D-rings on the bench. Her blindfold keeps her from seeing anything, but it makes her greedy with anticipation.

  Right now though, I’m fucking gutted and I’m glad she can’t see the reaction I feel toward her.

  “Not now, Petal,” I answer her, but my voice isn’t that lower pitch, nor does it hold the strength I usually show her. Because in this moment, I know with certainty I can’t give her what she wants. She’ll never be satisfied; she’ll always want more, and I can’t give it to her.

  The room feels cold. All the love I have for her has been drained out with the realization I can’t keep going, because I’ve already lost her. She’s no longer mine.

  I move to stand beside her and appreciate her for what I fear will be one last time. “Brandon?” she calls as she moves her head to the side toward me.

  Carefully, I unshackle her and take her blindfold off.

  I feel it. And I’m sure she does, too. Her thick eyelashes are lowered, and tears fall down her face as I help her up. Once she’s standing, she silently hugs me. Her arms tight around my waist, her saltwater drenching the thin, dark t-shirt I’m wearing.

  We stand together in total silence for moments, though they aren’t peaceful minutes. We may not be saying anything, but our internal turmoil screams loudly from both of us.

  “I’m sorry, Brandon.” Penny finally breaks our silence.

  I smile at her, but I know it’s a sad smile that doesn’t reach my eyes. “You have nothing to be sorry for.” How can she be sorry for who she is? We’re not on the same wavelength.

  “I need more,” she whispers through her heavy tears.

  “I know.”

  “You can’t give it to me, and I need it. There’s an emptiness inside me that tells me I need more. When you’re caning me, I want it to hurt. I need the pain. I crave the high, I…” She heaves in a heavy breath and leans her entire weight on me.

  “Don’t say anymore.”

  She takes a step back, and wipes the fat tears from her cheeks. “I’ll leave.”

  “Don’t go, not like this. I’ll find you a Master, someone to take care of you.”

  Penny shakes her head and controls her ragged breathing. “I don’t want you to. I need to do this on my own.”

  “I’m going to help.” I step forward and embrace her. She needs to know I care.

  “Please,” she begs as her eyes look away from mine. “This is going to be hard enough as it is; I don’t want your help. I’ll do it on my own.”

  This is the hardest thing I’ll ever do, letting her go, not knowing where she’s going, or who she’s going to. “At least let Matthew help you. He’ll find someone who will look after you.”

  “I can do this by myself. I’ll find the right Master for me.”

  She steps further away from me, and turns toward the playroom door. “Penny,” I say once more, desperately trying not to lose her.

  She puts her head down and walks out of my playroom.

  And right out of my fucking life.

  TWO

  “Hey, what’s happening with you?” Matthew asks, as he comes into my office and sits in the chair opposite my desk.

  “Nothing.”

  “Yeah, that right there, man – that’s bullshit.”

  “Fuck off. I’m fine.”

  “Then why did Ella tell me last night you bit her head off when you couldn’t find a report you printed with last month’s figures?”

  “I didn’t,” I answer, although I know I did.

  It’s been four days since Penny left, and it’s ripped me apart. I can’t sleep, I can’t eat, and I can’t concentrate. The only thing keeping me sane is the Onyx Club. When I’m here, I have something else to concentrate on other than Penny, or where she might be.

  “I’m not fucking going until you tell me what the hell is going on with you.” Matthew sits back in the chair, leans his elbows on the arms, weaves his fingers together, and starts circling his thumbs.

  “Nothing.”

  “Now you sound like a fucking woman. I have to put up with that shit from Ella. I’m not going to put up with it from you, too.” Like the hardass he is, he sits back and settles right in.

  “I said, nothing. You should respect what I say.”

  “Fuck off. Respect…you have no idea what that word means, clearly. I know you’ve been a prick for the last few days. And you haven’t given me the common courtesy of telling me what the fuck is going on. Have you knocked up Penny? Is that the problem?”

  “Don’t,” I warn him. “Don’t say shit about her.” There’s an ache in my chest that won’t go away.

  “I’m not. But it’s obvious to me you’re becoming a cunt because of something to do with her.”

  “Don’t,” I warn him again. I can feel the anger slowly building in my body.

  “What’s she done? Tried to top you?” He chuckles. “Wouldn’t suck your cock?” He pushes me.

  “Fucking don’t.” I shake my head and my hands on the desk tighten into fists.

  “Is that it? She won’t fuck you?”

  I can’t help myself. I fly over the desk, my chair toppling over backward, and knocking my laptop off the surface to land on the floor. I knoc
k Matthew out of his chair and land a punch on his chin. But in the next moment, Matthew’s got us flipped and is landing his own punches to my gut. I don’t even try to protect myself.

  He jumps off me and takes a couple of steps back, leaving me, breathing heavily, lying on the floor in my office.

  “Now that you’ve gotten that out of your system,” he says, wiping a drop of blood away from his mouth with his thumb, “when did she leave you?” He leans against my desk.

  I lay my head back against the plush carpet on my office floor and let my body collapse. I should’ve known Matthew would figure it out. He’s overly perceptive of everything going on around him.

  “Four days ago,” I answer as I look up at the florescent light fixtures in the ceiling. “She walked out and it’s fucking ripped me apart.”

  “Have you called her?” He comes to stand beside me, offering his hand to help me up. I shoo it away and get to my feet. My desk is a mess. Matthew bends to retrieve my laptop. It’s now destroyed, thanks to the force of its impact on the floor.

  “Every fucking day, but she won’t answer.” I feel my stomach tighten where Matthew connected his two or three punches.

  “Have you gone to her house?” He bends to pick up the papers.

  “Every fucking day, but she’s not there. Her car isn’t there, the lights are off and there’s no sign of anyone in her apartment. Fuck man, last night I camped out waiting for her to get home so we could talk.”

  “Work?”

  “They tell me she’ll call me back, and she never does.”

  Matthew leans against the desk after he’s picked all the papers up from the floor. “My friend, it sounds like she wants nothing more to do with you.”

  “Can you try and call her?” I ask as I right the fallen chair.

  “No.”

  “Fuck man, come on. Call her, just to see if she’s alright.”

  “It’s not my place. If you want to talk to her, you keep trying. If she needs something, she knows she can come to me.”

  “I don’t think she does. I tried to get her to come to you so you could find her someone else and she said ‘no.’ How does she fucking know she can come to you?”

  “Have you ever listened to what the girls talk about when they’re together? Have you ever heard me tell the girls they can come to me for anything if you or Nathan aren’t around?”

  “You say it every time we’re all together.”

  “Then she knows. I’m not going to push her. If and when she’s ready, she’ll call me.”

  “What if…”

  Matthew cuts me off and says, “You need to respect her decision, Brandon. If she walked out, it’s for a reason. Tell me what happened.”

  Matthew takes his phone out of his pocket, sends a text, then sits in the chair.

  “She wants a Master,” I start.

  “She does?”

  “She wants the lifestyle 24/7, she’s trying to commit to being a slave. And I don’t want that.” I shrug my shoulders.

  “Then there’s nothing more for you to do. She’s made her decision, and clearly, you’ve made yours.” Matthew’s interrupted by a knock on my door.

  “Yeah,” I yell as I sit back in my office chair.

  Ella walks in carrying a tray with three drinks on it. “Kitten, right on cue,” Matthew says, as she puts the tray on my desk and hands a beer to me, a scotch for Matthew and something clear for herself.

  “What happened?” Ella asks as she looks around my office, then she turns to look at Matthew. “Oh my God!” she cries when she sees Matthew’s split lip. Immediately Ella flies into his lap and cradles Matthew’s face between her hands. “What’s going on?”

  “Brandon and I just had to clear the air, I’m fine.” He rubs his hand up and down Ella’s back in a comforting way.

  Ella turns to me, her eyebrows drawn together and her lips pursed into a thin line. “Are you okay?” she asks me.

  “I’m fine.”

  She nods and gives Matthew his tumbler of scotch and picks up her own glass.

  “Saturday night, we’re going to the Velvet Room,” Matthew announces.

  “We are?” Ella asks.

  “Yes, all of us.” He pointedly looks at me.

  “I’m not going.” Why the fuck would I want to go?

  “Yes, all of us,” Matthew repeats himself.

  “Isn’t the Velvet Room a BDSM club?” Ella asks.

  “Yes. And you’ll be going as my submissive.”

  “What do I have to do?”

  “Just like when we’re at home.”

  A flush touches Ella’s cheeks and she looks away from me, her eyes going to her glass.

  “No need to hide. I enjoy seeing you like this,” Matthew says to her.

  This catapults my thoughts back to Penny.

  “Yes, Sir,” Ella says and turns to look at Matthew.

  “Kitten, go back downstairs now.”

  “Yes, Sir.” She stands from his lap, takes her tray and her glass and goes down to the club.

  Matthew and I own a burlesque club called the Onyx Club. We bought it years ago when we decided to try our hand at business. We didn’t want a strip joint because both of us know the reputation which comes with saying the words ‘strip club’. We’re in the seediest part of town, however our club is far from dodgy. We drug test the staff regularly and make sure all our staff uphold the name of the Onyx Club whenever they’re in uniform, in and out of work. Nothing unsavory is allowed in our club.

  Ella leaves and the door shuts with a soft click behind her.

  “I’m not going to the Velvet Room,” I say, as Matthew picks up his tumbler and finishes the scotch.

  “You’re a dickhead. You are coming with us. I’ve already sent a message to Nathan, and he and Bianca will be there. You need to find an available sub for the night. Just give her what she wants and take what you need.”

  He’s right, this is what I need. Penny walked out on me, and doesn’t seem likely to change her mind.

  Time to get my life back on track.

  THREE

  Ella follows Matthew into the club, like the good submissive she is. Her eyes are lowered, her back beautifully straight, and her shoulders slightly back. She’s following her leader, and doing so with such finesse. She’s come a long way since she started working for us. She’s also my right hand when I need help with anything financial. We’re putting her through college to become an accountant. And because she’s so thirsty for knowledge, she’s thriving.

  Bianca follows two steps behind Nathan, a beautiful, thick collar around her neck with a D-ring on the front of it.

  Once we’re inside, Matthew slides Ella’s coat off. She’s wearing a black leather corset with red, barely-there panties. Nathan takes Bianca’s coat, and she’s wearing a see-through black baby doll with no panties.

  I walk over to an available sofa to sit and watch my surroundings as I look around the club.

  Matthew and Nathan follow, as do the two girls. Matthew sits opposite me, Nathan beside me. The girls kneel before them and Matthew and Nathan pet them lovingly.

  “Gentlemen, my name is Star and I’ll be your waitress tonight. Would you care to start with a drink?” says a young lady wearing nothing more than panties, a bra and black high heels. She’s cute, with long, dark hair, big tits and no hips at all – but way too young for me.

  “Two fingers of Ardbeg Scotch straight. And a soda,” Matthew starts, as he continues to pet Ella’s hair.

  “Budweiser and a soda,” Nathan says, then looks down to his slave.

  “Water for me,” I say as the waitress looks to me last.

  She nods her head, shoots me a small smile, and leaves.

  The last time I came to the Velvet Room, the atmosphere was different. That was years ago, but I can tell the club is now in distress. There are small things others wouldn’t notice, but being a club owner myself, I see them.

  The carpet beside me is torn and is lifting. The bar’s
footrest is missing. Some of the waitresses walking around, look bored and less than impressed with the small turnout. On the main stage, there’s a whipping bench, a small round table behind the bench, and spotlights pointing down on it. However one of the overhead lights has blown.

  “What the fuck happened to this place?” I ask Matthew.

  “I did hear it was bought out maybe ten months back or so. It looks like it’s diving fast.” He turns away from me and taps Ella on the chin. “I want to play, little kitten,” he says when she looks up at him.

  “Thank you, Sir,” she eagerly replies.

  The waitress brings our drinks over to us, places them on the small table and waits to be paid. “We’ll start a tab,” I say to her, holding out my credit card.

  “Sorry, Sir, we no longer allow tabs,” she says, looking down at my card.

  I take out a fifty from my wallet and hand it to her, she turns to leave and that’s when I see her.

  Penny.

  She’s kneeling in front a guy who’s talking animatedly with someone else while she’s sucking him off.

  Immediately my blood boils. I want to go over there and fucking punch the bastard out for treating her like she’s a fuck toy. But, if that’s how she wants to be treated…I need to calm down and accept it, the fucker is doing what she wants.

  “Calm down,” Matthew says from beside me. I never sensed him move. “This is what she wants; you can’t be angry about it.” He takes his tumbler from where the waitress placed it on the table and takes a drink. Matthew screws his face up and looks at the glass. “Fuck, they’ve watered it down and it’s not even Ardbeg.”

  My eyes go straight back to Penny and watch her as she bobs her head and takes him further in her mouth. In that moment, she looks my way and at first doesn’t notice me. She gazes away, then quickly looks back to me.

  Then the guy she’s with, slides his fingers into her hair and tugs it so hard her body falls back. But her eyes remain glued to mine.

  This is what she wants, Brandon – calm down.

  He stands, tucks his cock away then pulls her by her hair toward the main stage.

  “Brother, you alright?” Nathan asks.

  “Yeah, I’m alright.” I sit back and watch as he leads her to the main stage by her hair. He strips her down until she’s completely bare, then helps her onto the whipping bench. The lights in the club change, a single white beam on her and only red strips of fluorescent lighting to guide a patron up the few steps to the stage.