by Desiree Holt
Dani drained the last of her drink from the glass. “Excellent. Then I’m ready.”
“Do you wish to have your sub prepared?”
She knew that meant oiling his body and restraining him in preparation for her. “Yes, I would.”
“All right, then.” G rose gracefully. “I’ll make the arrangements. Give me fifteen minutes. Come, Ethan. We have things to do.”
Dani watched them leave the lounge and inhaled a deep breath, letting it out slowly and praying that, whatever this unexpected connection was with Ethan, she could bury it before she walked into the private room. This was about sex. Nothing more. That was all. She hoped.
Chapter Three
Ethan lay on the padded table, eyes closed, mentally preparing himself for the hour ahead. He was glad G had chosen this room. It was his favorite, the one he was the most comfortable in. The floor was covered with a thick carpet, so plush it muffled her footsteps and offered cushioning for a sub’s knees. The walls were paneled and soundproofed, and well equipped for whatever activities a Mistress chose. At one end stood a St. Martin’s Cross, the leather restraints unbuckled and loose, the apparatus waiting in preparation for use if Mistress Dani so decided. He hoped she would. The thought of her fully restraining him, every part of his body at her mercy, made his cock swell even more and a heavy ache settle in his balls.
Against one wall stood a sawhorse of polished mahogany, a saddle on its bar waiting for a rider, as well as a bridle. Two long, thin buggy whips extended from holders at one end. Would Dani use them on him? He could feel the thin, sharp bite already, his blood pumping. Or perhaps she’d have him sit naked in the leather saddle, the bridle on his head and the bit between his teeth, leaning forward as she applied one of those whips to his buttocks.
God! The images made his cock harden to a painful intensity. He had to reach for his self-control as one of the attendants applied warm oil to every inch of his body. Usually, the feel of the heated substance was enough to relax him, even as he anticipated the evening ahead. But tonight, he didn’t think there was anything in the world that could do that. Not with the unexpected sizzle of electricity that crackled between him and Mistress Dani. A sizzle that both frightened and aroused him.
He had been coming to Rawhide for years, ever since he had finally acknowledged the submissive side of his personality. A friend had brought him one night, a close friend. He was the only one who knew about that side of Ethan’s personality and how he wrestled with it. Being a partner in a powerful law firm, with a specialty of international law, he was always conscious of appearance and image. He had a couple of very close female friends who were aware of his sexual preference and agreed to be arm candy when he needed it.
And because he gave up control so easily in D/s play, he exercised it rigidly in every other area of his life. He’d long ago come to the conclusion that he wasn’t meant for a long-term relationship. Too many pitfalls. His work, for one, work that often had him flying around the world at a moment’s notice. His personality, for another. While he craved sexual submission, he wasn’t sure how he’d act beyond that. Could he keep it just to the bedroom? Would a Mistress be happy with that? What if she wanted to maintain that lifestyle all the time at home, in every circumstance and every area of his personal life?
Whoa, wait a minute! What?
Every other aspect of his life?
He never took this part of his life outside Rawhide. Ever. In every other aspect of his life, he was the acknowledged leader. His sessions here were his release of the tight control he needed for his work. Riding herd on multimillion dollar international clients took a lot of self-control. Being a sub permitted him to give the power to someone else. But only so loose and only so much power.
He had a deep, dark secret, one he never shared even with G. He’d never be able to submit emotionally. It just wasn’t in his DNA, and the thought of it frightened him. As much as he gave over control when he played at Rawhide, he released it as completely. He always kept one thread tightly wound, fearful, if he let go, of that he’d lose every bit of himself.
He was well aware that tonight she would be the one in control, or as much as he allowed. Her pleasure would result from bending him to her will, from her ability to arouse him to the point of sexual fervor. He’d been the first sub for many other Mistresses, but with Dani, he sensed there would be more. A lot more. Tonight was different. He sensed it.
That’s why Rawhide, a club where discretion was the watchword and where rules were strictly enforced, was so important to him. With the members carefully chosen and rules strictly enforced, it was a place where he was free to give full rein to his need for submission. Period. He could keep that part of himself compartmentalized.
He was very afraid, however, that Mistress Dani could pull that last thread. Whatever had ignited between them at first sight unexpectedly—and shockingly—created a strong, yet invisible connection. A connection that might very well break him down to his core, even as his body was silently begging for her to use it and bend him to her will.
He closed his eyes, and immediately, the vision of her in the lounge popped up. Tall, with long legs that went on forever. Long black hair pulled back into a sleek tail. Gorgeous ass, barely covered by teeny satin shorts with a slit in the front. A bustier that gathered her gorgeous creamy breasts and presented them for tasting. His mouth watered at the image. How would he be able to deal with that and still be a willing and pleasing sub? Because, damn! He wanted to please her so she’d never ask for anyone else.
And yes, he was losing his mind.
Maybe he should just cancel this whole session before his carefully constructed world began to crumble.
Quit driving yourself nuts. Just enjoy tonight. A new mistress is always exciting.
“You are ready for your session, sub,” the attendant told him, shaking him out of his introspection. Capping the bottle of oil, she stowed it in a chest against one wall and left the room quietly.
G had given him his instructions beforehand, so he eased himself from the table where he’d been lying and walked over to the wall where manacles dangled on chains above his head. Others lay on the floor next to his feet. He inhaled deeply, let it out slowly and forced his mind to a composed state. He was as ready as he would ever be.
Exactly fifteen minutes later, he heard a knock at the door, then the click of a key card. He watched trough narrowed eyes as G led Dani into the room. The newly minted Mistress slid a glance in his direction, taking in his well-oiled body ready for manacles if she so chose. She wet her bottom lip with her tongue. His cock jerked.
She saw it and smiled.
“Some basic information.” G pointed to a corner. “A camera will monitor this room at all times. If you violate the rules, be assured someone will be in here at once.”
Dani smiled. “Of course.”
Ethan’s eyes followed G as she unlocked a cabinet.
“We try to have everything available for our members,” she explained to Dani, swinging the doors open to display a wide variety of toys and implements. From previous experience, he knew that mounted inside one door was a variety of whips and floggers of all sizes and thicknesses. On another was a selection of handcuffs and tethers for restraining a sub in various positions. She slid out the narrow drawers that held a selection of gels in one, in another cock rings.
“If there is something you require that isn’t here,” G said, “you have only to ask for it.”
“Thank you. I think, however, this will definitely do for tonight.” She turned to look at Ethan.
He bowed his head in the manner of a proper sub, on full display and ready to serve her. A spotlight shone directly down onto him, exposing every rippling muscle. Dani walked over to him, taking in every inch of his body. A good Mistress, like a good Master, looked for the secrets of breaking the sub down to the core. And with each new relationship, the challenge was renewed.
So far he’d been successful in keeping the core of w
ho he was isolated and protected. Would Dani, as a new Domme, be the one who breeched that gulf? They had not even begun their session, and already he was so conflicted.
Ethan knew this was new territory for her and was excited that he would be the first to serve her.
“Shall we get started?” G asked.
Yes! He wanted to shout the word. Yes, begin. Now!
“Yes.” Dani stood there. “I am ready.”
Oh, yes, she was ready. She was close enough that Ethan could smell her scent.
“The first thing you must do,” G instructed, “is properly restrain your sub.” Using her foot, she nudged a footstool over in front of Ethan. “To give you the needed height.”
Dani stepped onto the stool and waited.
“Order Ethan to raise his hands so you can fasten the cuffs around his wrists. You want them high enough so there’s no give in his arms but not so high that the pain of restraint interferes with the pleasure of the pain from the toys.”
Dani followed her instructions, locking each manacle into place. Ethan kept his face expressionless, but the heat of anticipation roared inside him. When she trailed her fingernails down the length of each arms and across his chest, stopping to pinch each nipple, his cock flexed in response and a muscle ticked in his jaw.
He glanced up from his lowered gaze enough to see the heat flare in her eyes. He knew he was on the brink of something both dangerous and exciting here, and he did not know what. He only knew he wanted it, whatever it was.
“Now the ankles,” G instructed. “You want the legs far enough apart that the thighs don’t touch but your sub can still maintain balance. Some people prefer to use a spreader between the legs, but I’ve had these manacles set at the correct distance from you. Oh, and you’ll see they’re adjustable. Put them on the tightest link. Ethan likes that extra little bite of pain.”
When Dani was finished, she stood up and waited for G to continue. Ethan forced himself not to strain against the manacles.
“Since you’ve been in the life for some time,” G said to Dani, “we won’t need to go through the basic rules. However, as a Mistress, you must keep in mind at all times that your sub trusts you completely and that it is your responsibility to care for him or her. Ethan is here for your pleasure. Use him wisely.”
“Of course.”
At the words, sexual energy hummed through his body. Again he wondered where all this excitement was coming from. He had been with Dommes who had given him enormous pleasure, but he had never been so consumed with anticipation. Or craved whatever happened as much as he did right now.
“Ethan will choose a safeword.” G ran her fingertips over his buttocks, his taut muscles flexing at the touch. “Dani, tell him it’s time for that.”
Dani stood in front of him, put her finger beneath his chin and tipped his face up so she could look into his eyes. “Ethan. Your safeword. Now.”
“Battle.” Because he knew that tonight, beneath the surface, there would be a tug of wills.
If I had half a brain working, I’d tell G I need out of here and run like my ass was scalded.
The key to his success as a sub and to fitting it into his life had always been his ability to remain emotionally aloof. He knew to the bottom of his soul that was about to change.
“Battle,” Dani repeated. “Very good. If I do anything at all that you don’t want, please use your safeword.” She drew in a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Although I’m new to this role, I want you to know I will always maintain control of myself and respect you as a person. In return, I demand complete obedience from you. Understood?”
He was pretty damn sure there was nothing she could do that he didn’t want. And that was what scared him. That she, like no one else, could break him down completely so every part of him submitted to her. He would only be what she wanted him to be. Scared him? It frightened the hell out of him. If that happened, his entire life would change and he wasn’t sure how he could handle that.
What frightened him even more was how desperately he wanted that.
“Yes, Mistress. But I am here to serve you, to receive whatever you offer me. I will take pleasure from whatever you do.”
“Ethan.” She made her voice very soft. “I do not want to cross any boundaries with you. That would not please me. This role is new for me, so I expect you to use your safeword if I do. Are we clear?”
“Mistress…” His cleared his throat, and Dani waited to see if he’d argue with her. But his nature as a sub was too strong. “Yes. I will do as you wish.”
“Very good,” G told her. “I see you have retained much from your Masters.”
“Yes. I was very lucky in my relationships. My Doms taught me much.” She let out a slow breath. “I didn’t ask you what this sub has been trained for.”
Everything. Whatever you want.
G shrugged. “To accept whatever gives you pleasure. Within limits, of course. In each relationship, it’s different. Ethan’s Mistresses enjoyed penetrating his ass with dildoes of various sizes after they learned they could bring him enormous orgasms that way. And in return receive tremendous pleasure themselves. When he was part of a performance in one of the public rooms, I often saw his most recent Mistress bring herself to climax watching him achieve an explosive release that way.”
“What else?” Dani listened to G but her eyes were on Ethan.
G reached into one of the drawers in the closet and pulled out a cock ring, the kind with the straps that also fastened around his scrotum. “His Mistresses enjoyed binding his cock with this.” She smiled. “Properly worn, it will prevent him reaching orgasm until it’s unfastened, increasing the intensity of the final release. I’m told he could take being restrained this way for long periods of time. Two of his Mistresses enjoyed kneeling before him while he was restrained in this position, unfastening the adornment at the last possible moment, and receiving the jets of his semen on their breasts. After that, they permitted him to clean them off with his mouth.”
If he hadn’t been watching her, Ethan might have missed the sight squeezing of her thighs at G’s words. He didn’t miss the flush of desire that turned her cheeks a sexy pink, though. Or the sudden scent of her musk that indicated a rush of cream in her pussy. Damn! She was already turned on. He wanted to shout at G to get the hell out of the room and let things proceed.
But G wasn’t leaving until she had given Dani all the pertinent information.
“One of Ethan’s favorite Mistresses,” she continued, “took particular pleasure in strapping a dildo onto her body and fucking him in the ass herself.”
G trailed her fingers through the cleft of Ethan’s buttocks, pausing to twirl a fingertip at the opening. The muscles in his buttocks clenched and his body tautened as sexual need flashed through him.
“And did he enjoy it?”
Ethan ground his teeth, even as he knew it was important for Dani to have all relevant information to make this first session successful. For both of them.
G looked at him and smiled. “He took some getting used to for that particular…pleasure, but now, I believe he even craves it. Is that right, Ethan?”
Damn straight!
“Yes, Mistress G.”
“So, if it gives you pleasure to bring him to climax that way, please feel free to indulge yourself.”
Oh, god! Yes!
“Any other, um, specialties I should know about?” Dani asked.
“Yes.” G smiled again. “He has a very educated tongue. At least three of his former Mistresses have said he is more adept and talented at bringing them to climax with his mouth than any other sub they’d been with.”
Dani nodded, and Ethan’s pulse throbbed at the mental image.
“And finally, Ethan, tell Mistress Dani what else excites you.”
Ethan’s body tensed. Here it was, the key that would unlock him to her completely. His voice, when he spoke, had a rough edge to it. “My Mistresses enjoyed flogging me at the start of a session.
”
“It’s very arousing to watch a sub’s reaction to the kiss of the whip,” G said. “To see just how far you can go, how much he or she can take. As the sub rides the edge of pain to pleasure, the arousal of the Master or Mistress increases exponentially. One feeds on the other.” She paused, looking from Dani to Ethan and back again. “We’ll make sure you learn the correct technique.” She leaned closer to Dani. “Whipping with the proper instrument stimulates a sub to a high plane of arousal.”
“I know,” Dani said in a soft voice.
“I see.” Knowledge flared in G’s eyes. “Well, then. Ethan’s sessions always begin with ten strokes across his ass. His last Mistress said it aroused both of them when she gave him ten hard strokes—no more—then penetrated his rectum with the handle of the whip.” She smiled. “There’s something about seeing that very tight ass clench around such an invasion that is particularly stimulating.”
Ethan closed his eyes as he imagined Dani doing just that, and he nearly came from the image.
“So, Dani. Shall we select a whip for you?” G pulled one from the cabinet that had a thick braided handle but was thin like the buggy whips. “We have a selection here, but Ethan has found this one has worked well on him. Shall we try it and see? Let me show you precisely how to strike to get the right flex of his buttocks and the stimulation of his cock.”
Dani cleared her throat. “I would like to touch his cock first. Is that permitted?”
G smiled. “Of course you may touch. That’s part of your privilege as his Mistress. You are in control of everything, always, as long as the safety of your sub comes first. Everything is allowed as long as you remember the three most important words—safe, sane, and consensual.”
Dani nodded. “Yes, Mistress G.”
G smiled. “Just repeating out of habit. It’s in your history that you learned them even as a brand new, very nervous sub. Your first Master had made sure you understood those words. He is extremely knowledgeable about the D/s world, well-respected, and trained you well.
