The club’s packed, but none are watching us. Bet we bore them too, even with our prime spot near the center of the floor. I’m still wearing my bra and panties, so they don’t even have my naughty bits to gawk at.
Other players are having more fun. Can’t see them through the crowd since I’m kinda tied up here, but I hear them. Moans, screams. Yelps of pain. Someone’s coming, or she’s really good at faking it. I’m envious.
I see shoes. I’ve seen a lot of shoes today, but these stopped right in front of me. Nice. Leather. Men’s. I crane my neck, trying to look up the denim-covered legs, but I can’t see very far from this position. Nice legs, though.
He crouches and pair of newly familiar green and brown speckled hazel eyes sparkle at me with amusement. What the hell is Gabriel doing here? Did he follow me? Oh fuck, I’ve got a stalker. Pretty damn good-looking for a stalker, though, I’ll give him that. Already he’s making my heart beat faster than Dennis is.
He doesn’t say anything. Doesn’t want to interrupt the scene, I guess, but he raises his eyebrows questioningly at me. I grimace, trying to communicate how bored I am. Save me.
I think he gets it, but he drops one eyebrow and leaves the other one up, suddenly skeptical rather than curious. Or is that judgemental? Just a twitch? I dunno. As amazingly expressive as faces are supposed to be, a few good words go a long way.
With a quick wink, he stands. Great, he’s bored too. Or did he have another plan? Anything to save me from the doldrums.
“Hi.” It’s Gabriel’s voice, but he’s not talking to me. “Um, Dennis, is it? Sorry to interrupt your scene. You look like you’re having a great time, and that’s what this club’s all about.”
“Uh… right?”
Ah, Dennis, you domming alpha, you.
“Listen, I’m not here to criticize or anything, but I couldn’t help notice your pet.”
“Yeah?” Pride creeps into Dennis’s voice, like he owns me or something. “She’s pretty fucking hot, huh?”
“That she is, my friend. Fucking gorgeous. But you know what? She owes you an apology.”
What?
“What?” Dennis is as confused as me.
“Well, she’s just hanging there, looking bored and that makes you look bad. If she’s not having a good time, then it’s her responsibility to let you know.”
Oh God. That fucker! I thought we shared a little moment there, but all he does is humiliate me. Oh, he’s gonna hear it. “Gabri…”
“Shut up, Pet.” There’s steel in Gabriel’s voice. Hard, lethal steel. Hard, lethal, goddamn sexy steel. “Don’t speak until spoken to. You’re already in enough trouble.”
I feel bad. Not for being bored, but because those few words already have me more turned on than the last fifteen, twenty minutes of flogging have.
“She did stop counting, but I thought it was subspace or something, you know? Really, she’s bored?”
Oh God, he’s not gonna cry, is he? He sounds heartbroken.
Dennis sighs. “Is this true, Dawn?”
As soon as I’m free, I’m going to kick Gabriel’s ass. I sigh. “Yes.”
“Alright. Fine. I’ll untie you. Maybe it’s just not our thing, I guess.”
“Hold it.” Gabriel’s voice cuts through like a meat cleaver. “I didn’t say let her go. She owes you an apology. She’s humiliated you, man.”
“No, it’s alright, I’ll just…”
“It’s not alright. Listen, if you’re not going to punish her, give her to me. I’ll handle it. It’s her responsibility as your sub to let you know things aren’t working for her.”
Now that’s interesting. Very interesting. I swallow, wondering what Gabriel has in mind. Something tells me it’s going to be in a different league.
“I suppose you could…”
“Great, come around here a sec.” Two pairs of shoes appear, stopping in front of me. Gabriel crouches. “Pet, apologize to your Dom.”
It’s a gamble, but I can’t help it. Craning my neck so I can see him, I put as much sneer into my answer as I can. “No.”
He grins, but doesn’t say anything. “One more chance, Pet.”
“No.” No more, no less.
Gabriel stands and steps behind me. “Dennis, what are your safewords?”
“Um, right… we don’t…”
I can almost hear Gabriel’s eyes rolling in his head as he sighs. “Fine. Yellow, I’m going too hard or something’s wrong. We talk and work it out. Red, I’m way outta hand and we stop. Doesn’t have to be forever, but something major must change before we continue. Got it?”
A pregnant pause.
“Pet? Do you get it.”
Oh, he was talking to me. Of course. “Yes.”
“Good. Now, are you going to apologize?”
“No.”
“Suit yourself.”
A swish and a thwack. Fiery streaks of red hot pain slash across my ass, and I scream. Fucking hell, he doesn’t mess around.
“Apologize.”
I chew my lower lip, considering. My ass burns, but my pussy’s suddenly gushing. He gets me, what I crave, what I need. There’s only one right answer. “No.”
Thwack!
Oh, Jesus H. Christ on a stick. My thighs this time, right where they meet my ass, some of the tendrils criss-crossing the first ones. I can only imagine the bright red welts. But God, I don’t want him to stop. “No.”
“You’re only making this harder on yourself.”
Thwack! Thwack!
My upper back, first one side, then the other. Hard, solid hits, driving pain deep into my chest cavity. I have to catch my breath, hearing it ragged in my throat. I whimper. He’s making me fucking whimper.
My reply comes out like a croak. “No.”
I brace, but nothing happens. Opening my eyes, I see Dennis is still there, his shoes shifting back and forth uncomfortably. He can’t even handle someone else doing the job properly. Who ever let him put a flogger in his hand to begin with? Gabriel’s shoes appear.
“Listen, Dennis.”
“Y… yeah?”
“I think this might take a while. Why don’t you head to the bar. Drinks are on me tonight. Just let Mike know Gabe sent you. If she comes around, I’ll bring her over to apologize. Sound good?”
“Uh… yeah. Thanks.”
“Hey, no worries. Listen, ask Mike if Miss Victoria’s around. I think she might be right up your alley. You know her?”
“No, don’t think I…”
“You’ll like her. Off you go. I’ll take care of our little brat here.”
“Right. Thanks.” He’s off like his ass is on fire.
I dare a question. “Who’s Miss Victoria?”
Gabriel’s back down to my level, a boyish grin splitting his face. “Best Domme in town. That guy’s as much a Dom as I’m a sub. I think they’ll get along great.”
I can’t hold back the giggle.
He’s at my throat immediately, his huge hand wrapping around so far his fingers almost touch. I want to swallow, but I can’t against the pressure. “Laughing at your former master? I’m not done with you, you know. You still owe that guy an apology.”
Being defiant isn’t easy when you can hardly breathe. “What, you’re gonna make me?” It comes out as a wheeze.
“Fuck yeah. Unless you safeword.”
I only think for a second. “No.”
He lets go, and I draw a deep breath. Air. Sweet, sweet air.
“Well, back to it, then.” His voice is a growl that makes me shudder and my stomach drop. Even the soft material of my bra feels rough on my tight nipples, and my thighs feel sticky. This is what I want.
Smack!
Ow! That was his hand! Right onto my left asscheek and staying there, gripping the flesh hard in his rough fingers. It hurts and feels so good, so fucking good.
“You know, I can do this all night. I’ve got nowhere else to be, but I’ll have to get someone to drive you home, cause you sure as hell won
’t be walking. Or you can apologize to the man.” Husky, his voice cuts into me.
I quiver, realizing he can do anything he wants to me and I’ll let him. “I won’t.”
Smack!
The same spot again, pain on pain, compounding. I sob, my shoulders shaking.
“You will, if it takes me all night.”
His hand adds heat to my already burning ass, over and over. I scream. A crowd has gathered around us, watching him work his magic, watching me squirm beneath him. Every strike shakes my flesh and pushes me against the sawhorse. My feet kick uselessly. My ass hurts, tendrils of pain snaking their way all the way out to my toes and fingertips.
I’m crying, salty tears sliding down my cheeks, dropping to the floor. I’m reaching my limit, but I don’t want to give up, don’t want to give him the satisfaction. He’s stern, but I’m tougher. At least, that’s what I want to think, but fuck, it hurts.
He’s stopped. All I feel is burning, stinging pain, but he’s not spanking me anymore. Are we done? Did I win? I want to gloat, but at the same time I’m disappointed. It couldn’t be that easy, could it? I wince and twitch. Not that easy, I suppose.
Smack!
It’s the hardest one yet, driving into my ass, pain exploding like a firecracker. It’s the last straw, and I gasp, sob and whimper all at once, my head hanging in defeat.
Shoes. He crouches in front of me. Wiping the tears off my face with his thumb, he studies me. “Look at me.”
I twist my head to meet his eyes, his glinting, green-flecked hazel eyes that seem to stare right into the deepest parts of me. They crinkle in amusement, making crow’s feet. “All it takes is an apology. Nothing more, and we can end this. We’ll find him, you’ll kneel like a good girl and tell him you’re sorry for ruining his scene. That’s it.”
I don’t want to lose, but I want him to win. What do I do? I’m exhausted. I won’t be able to sit for a week. He’s read me so well, taking me right to my limit. I do the only thing I can do. I surrender.
“I’ll…” The crying’s made my nose run, and I pull it back in with an indelicate sound. “I’ll apologize.”
Immediately, he’s untying me, releasing my sore wrists and lowering me carefully from the sawhorse. I collapse right into his arms, and he holds me, comforting me, his large arms enveloping me as he pulls me close. I close my eyes, resting my head against his chest.
“You’re a tough master.” I mumble it into his shirt.
“You’re a tough customer, babe.” There’s a grin in his voice, but I just nestle in closer, not caring. His hands stroke my arms while I recover.
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There’s something magical about the games of dominance and submission. The excitement of giving total control to the one you love, knowing that he will take you places you never thought you could go. The absolute trust in a man who loves you, who wants to challenge you, who wants to bring out the best in you.
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