by Katie Ashley
He cut his eyes over to me. His lack of amusement was evident. “This was really the best costume you could come up with?”
“What’s the problem with it?” I teased.
“Everything.”
I joined him on the bed. “Do you know how sexy you look?”
“No offense, but considering you just snorted, I highly doubt my sex appeal.”
“Okay, so maybe I found it comical seeing you that way at first, but you’re going to have women and men creaming their pants tonight.”
A half of a smile appeared on his lips. “Am I?”
I ran my finger from his Adam’s apple down his chest to his circle his navel. “You’ll be showing off that fabulous chest of yours, not to mention how great your ass will look in those pants.”
It was William’s turn to snort. “My ass is covered in fur.”
“Yes, but unlike some of the other men who will be there, yours isn’t natural.”
William and I both broke into hysterics then. “I don’t even want to think about the body hair you saw when you were a Domme.”
“It was seriously scary. I used to suggest having a business on the side to do waxing.” I brought my lips to his. “Thank goodness, you don’t have that problem.”
“Likewise,” he teased. When I playfully smacked his arm, he replied, “What’s wrong with appreciating a shaved or waxed vagina?”
“Just when you think our conversations couldn’t get any weirder, here we go.”
With a chuckle, William pushed me off him. “Come on. We need to get going.”
When I stepped off the elevator and onto the main floor of 1740, it felt like I was at a family or high school reunion. Well, a family or high school reunion where people were either half-naked or in leather. After I saw Lyle working the bar, I dragged William over to see him.
“Hey stranger,” he drawled.
I leaned in over the bar to hug Lyle. “It’s so good seeing you again,” I shouted over the music.
At the sight of William, Lyle’s eyes widened. “Don’t tell me you two are a ‘thing’.”
With a grin, I replied, “Yep. We are.” Jerking on William’s leash, I teasingly added, “I’ve even collared him.”
“You’ve what?” someone demanded behind us.
When I whirled around to see Calla, I groaned. She was dressed appropriately as a demon complete with sparkly devil horns. She didn’t bother looking at me. Instead, she focused all her attention on William. “You let her collar you?”
Before I could say no, William, answered, “Not formally. But yes, we’re committed.”
Calla’s smoldering expression of hate turned into one of anguish. “You said you didn’t want to be collared.” Her voice had turned achingly sad. If she hadn’t been such a bitch to me, I might’ve felt sorry for her.
“I’m sorry, Calla, but I just didn’t want to be collared to you.”
All the sadness in Calla’s demeanor evaporated and was once again replaced by a fiery bitch. “How could you possible want her? She isn’t even a lifestyle Domme! She can’t give you what I can!”
“She’s giving me exactly what I need and more,” William countered.
Calla gave a contemptuous snort. “You’re delusional.”
William smiled. “No. I’m happy.”
His words and tone appeared to crush Calla. I knew it was time to put her out of her misery. “Come on, William. We’re wasting valuable playing time.” I didn’t wait for William’s response. Instead, I began leading him away by the leash.
Once we were out of earshot, I exhaled raggedly. “That wasn’t awkward at all.”
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay. We should have anticipated she would be here tonight.”
“I’m just glad this is the only place we ever have to see her.”
“I agree.” Peering through my mask, I surveyed the scenes of play around us. “What are you in the mood for?”
“You and only you.”
I grinned. “I’m glad to hear you say that. I booked the Versailles Room.”
William’s dark eyes flared with lust. “You did?”
“Hell yes. You only turn thirty-three at a BDSM club once, right?”
He laughed. “Damned straight.”
“Ready to play?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
The Versailles room was the nicest one in the club. It was really more of a suite than a room. It boasted its own bathroom with marble on the floors and in the shower. In the middle of the room was a huge medieval looking bed with intricate carvings in the wood. The canopy was made for restraints while the black silk sheets heightened the senses. I’d probably only been in the room two other times in the entire five years I worked at 1740.
The moment we entered the room William immediately went into the Attention position.
“Take off your clothes,” I ordered.
He quickly and obediently stripped and folded his clothes before going back to Attention. “Go over to the bed, and lie down on your back.”
Once William was on the mattress, I joined him at the bed. I answered his inquisitive glance. “Spread-eagle position.”
After he was ready, I smiled. “Since it’s your birthday, tonight you get cuffs.”
William smiled. “Thank you, Mistress.”
When I buckled him in, I made sure to make them extra tight. I remembered our first scene when William said he liked to feel the leather biting into his skin. “No blindfolds tonight. I want your eyes on mine through everything.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
Yeah, I wonder if you’ll still be so agreeable in a minute. My boot heels clicked across the tile floor as I went into the closet. Tonight was about pushing William on one of his hard limits. Oh yeah, I was busting out the anal play. I opened one of the drawers and peered in at the contents. Since I knew I had to do baby steps with William, I went for the smallest butt plug in the drawer. Not only was the size good, but the fact it vibrated would intensity William’s pleasure.
Opening another drawer, I took out several condoms along with some lube. I sheathed the condom over the plug and then coated the condom in lube. I didn’t mind that I was getting it all over my hands because the more lube the better for William.
When I came back into the room, William’s gaze was averted. “Look at me.”
He immediately swept his head up to look at my face. I held the butt plug up for him to see. His eyes widened. “Are you willing to face one of your hard limits?”
Chewing on his bottom lip, William hesitated for a moment. It appeared as if he was waging a war inside his head. Just when I thought I was going to have to discard the plug, he said, “Yes, Mistress.”
I cocked my brows in surprise. “You are?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“I’m glad to hear that.”
I climbed onto the bed, sitting to his right side. “Widen your legs as far as you can in the restraints.” I reached between his legs to bring my fingertip to encircle his anus. He jumped at the touch, pulling against the cuffs. “Are you sure about this?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
Turning the plug on, I slid it between his sac and his rectum. His breathing began to increase, and his cock swelled larger. Even if he hated to admit it, he was becoming aroused by the idea of anal play. “Once this is inside you, it’s going to stimulate your prostate, giving you a mind blowing orgasm.”
“If you’ll forgive me, mistress, you can do that without the plug.”
I laughed. “Nice try.” I slid the plug’s tip at the entrance to William’s anus. “Whistle,” I instructed.
If the moment hadn’t been so serious, I might’ve laughed at the expression of sheer shock and disbelief on William’s face. “I’m proud of you for not questioning me. Whistling is a little trick that helps relax you down there. It’ll make the plug go in easier.”
“Yes, Mistress,” he replied. His tone told me that he thought I had lost my mind. He pursed
his lips together and began to whistle. Slowly, I pushed the plug’s tip in.
Although he kept whistling, William tensed slightly. “How does that feel?”
“A little tight...really stretchy.”
“Good. That’s how it’s supposed to feel. But you need to safe word out if it starts to hurt.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
I continued to ease the plug inside William. “Keep breathing, and press down like you’re going to poop.”
His face wrinkled in disgust. “Seriously?”
“Yes, seriously.”
Even though he had doubts, William remained obedient and did as he was told. Once the plug was all the way in, I sat back. “How’s that?”
“Not bad.” His chest rose and fell harshly. “Actually, it feels really good—the pressure and the stretching.”
“That’s kind of how it feels having you inside me.” I took his cock in my hand and began to stroke him. “I think it’s time I gave this Birthday Boy a little attention.”
“Yes, please, Mistress.”
Dipping my head, I slid his cock deep inside my throat. I began to bob up and down, working him in and out. I stopped each time I came to the top to suction the head and throbbing main vein.
“Let’s enjoy this together, why don’t we?” I climbed on top of him, straddling him in the reverse cowgirl position. I then bent forward to enable us to do the classic 69 position. Sticking my ass in the air, I eased back until William’s mouth covered my core. “Oh yes,” I murmured as he began to lick my clit like it was an ice cream cone.
As he sucked my clit, I sucked his cock. We each worked each other into a dripping mess of arousal. When William’s balls tightened, I suctioned him harder and deeper. After he began to fuck me with his tongue while his teeth grazed my clit, I let his dick fall free of my mouth, and I came shouting his name.
“Oh, William, what you do to me,” I muttered before sliding his dick back into my mouth. I barely had to pump him in and out a few times before he spurted his hot cum into my mouth. After swallowing it down, I licked him clean.
I rose up and slid around to face him. I couldn’t help feeling the boost of pride at the utterly satiated look on his face. “How was it?”
“You were right. It was mind-blowing. I mean, you’re always amazing at giving head, but when you couple that with the butt plug, it’s fucking fantastic.”
I laughed. “I’m glad to hear it.”
“Of course, I’m still saying a strap-on is an extreme hard limit, so don’t get any ideas.”
Holding up my hands, I said, “Trust me. I wasn’t going to go there.”
“What did you have in mind for now?”
I scratched my chin in mock thought. “What do you say I take out the plug, leave you tied up, and flog you a bit?”
William grinned. “I’d say Happy Fucking Birthday to me!”
After the previous night’s exertions at Club 1740, I hit the snooze alarm five times on my phone. By the time I finally dragged myself out of bed, I had to haul serious ass to get a shower and get ready. I didn’t even have time to grab breakfast or pack my lunch. I’d have to grab something from the vending machines during planning. While that wasn’t bad, it was the thought of being forced to eat cafeteria food that was a real downer.
I careened into the parking lot ten minutes after when staff members were expected to arrive. Considering how late I was, I didn’t bother going in the front door. Instead, I parked around the back of the school, so I could sneak in the side door that was close to my classroom.
The moment I opened the door and stepped into the school, I knew that something was wrong. A foreboding feeling hung in the air so powerful that it sent a shiver down my spine and caused the hairs on my arms to raise. When I started to my classroom, the students already in the hallway ceased their conversations as they stared wide-eyed at me.
It all felt so surreal that for a moment, I wanted to pinch myself to see if I was dreaming. I quickly dropped my gaze to make sure that even though I was running late, I had in fact managed to dress myself. Thankfully, nothing was unbuttoned or unzipped, and I wasn’t exposing myself. Once I knew I was put together fine, I couldn’t help wondering what the fuck their problem was. It wasn’t like they hadn’t seen me every day for the last three months. What could possibly be different about today?
My boot slid on something in the floor. When I looked down, I saw it was a multicolored piece of paper. Glancing around, several pieces of paper littering the floor. There was even some taped to the front of the lockers. I bent down and snatched one off the floor. When I peered at it, the world shuddered to a stop around me.
It was a picture of me from last night in 1740. I held a flogger in midair just before I was about to hit William’s back. As I stared in horror over at the lockers, I saw one of the pictures was of me and William kissing. Turning a circle in the hallway, I saw even more scenarios of William and me together.
It took me a moment to process what had happened. Someone had taken video clips from the dungeon security camera and made them into pictures. Someone had come to the school and distributed them. Someone had wanted more than just to humiliate us.
Someone wanted to destroy us professionally.
A feeling of violation swept over me. I fought the urge to try to cover my breasts or shield myself at being so exposed in the pictures. Desperate to get away from the gawking stares, I sprinted up the hallway and burst into the staff bathroom. My lungs felt like a giant’s hands were compressing them, squeezing out all the air. Placing my hands on the counter, I tried to still the out-of-control spinning of the room. But no matter how hard I tried, I could only hear the sneering voice chiding me in my head.
Your deep, dark little secret is out.
You’ve been fucking the boss.
You were flogging the boss in a BDSM club.
You are so fucked.
My hands slipped off the counter as the world around me dimmed, and I began to freefall into the darkness.
As I came into consciousness, I felt something cold and hard beneath me. What the hell had happened? The better question was where the hell was I? I struggled to open my eyes. When they would finally open, I saw William crouched over me. “She’s awake, thank God.”
I frowned at his words. Who was he talking to? Craning my neck, I saw that Jane and Mrs. Cleary stood behind William, concern etched on their faces. It was then I realized I was on the bathroom floor.
“What happened?” I questioned.
“You passed out,” William responded.
“Seriously? I’ve never passed out in my life.”
“Well, you did this time.”
When I pulled myself into a sitting position, I groaned at the pounding in my head. I must’ve hit it when I passed out. I was just about to ask why I fainted when I saw a pile of the pictures of William and me in Mrs. Cleary’s hand. “Oh God,” I muttered.
The nausea came over me so fast I didn’t have time to make it to the toilet. Instead, I grabbed the trash can next to me and threw up. I heaved over and over again as the images of William and I played on a loop in my mind. When I finally finished, I swiped my mouth with the back of my hand. Jane and Mrs. Cleary were gone. I guess they thought we needed to be alone.
I stared into William’s eyes. Regret, concern, fear, and sadness were all there. “I have a million things I want to say right now, but nothing will come out,” I said.
“It’s okay. I understand.” He brought his hand to my cheek. “Do you think you feel well enough to make it to my office?”
“I guess. But I need to get to my class.”
At William’s forlorn expression, my stomach churned again. “I’m not going to class today, am I?” I whispered.
“No.”
“I’m not going to class ever again.”
“Don’t say that. We don’t know what is going to happen.”
A manic laugh escaped my lips. “Who are you kidding, William? The entire
school has been plastered with pictures of us fucking in a BDSM club. I’ll be lucky to keep my certificate, least of all my job.”
“There weren’t any pictures of us having sex. They only show us kissing, and you hitting me.”
“Like that makes any difference.”
“Dr. Levinson should be here by now. We really need to get you to my office.”
“I can save him the trouble and just walk out of here right now.”
“Sophie, please.”
“Fine. Let’s go and face the music.”
After William helped me up, we started for the door. “Oh God, I can’t go out there with all the kids staring at us,” I moaned.
“Don’t worry. The bell has already rung. They’re all in class.”
My panic dissipated a little. William opened the door, and we started into the hallway. Thankfully it was clear of both students and the pictures of us. The usual minute walk from my hallway to his office seemed to stretch into an eternity. I kept my head down the entire time. I didn’t want to meet the judgmental looks of any teachers or students.
Part of me was angry at the defeated way I was acting. The strong side of me should have drawn her shoulders back and gave everyone a hearty “what the fuck are you looking at?” But for some reason, I just didn’t have the strength to do that.
When we got to the main office, William led us inside. What was usually a noisy and boisterous place this time of the morning with kids checking in late was utterly silent. Once we got into William’s office and the door closed behind us, I breathed a sigh of relief. My emotion was short lived when I saw Dr. Levinson standing with our assistant principals, Mr. Lewis and Mrs. Fieldstowe.
Dr. Levinson’s expression was grave as he motioned for us to have a seat. I found it somewhat alarming when William didn’t take a seat behind his desk. Instead, he and I sat in the chairs in front of the desk.
“It is very unfortunate what has happened here this morning. You two have been the victims of a very malicious smear campaign against your personal and professional lives. Although it is of no fault of your own, I’m afraid you must pay the consequences.”
