by Desiree Holt
The minute she touched herself, she realized how drenched she was. And how turned on. Just the brush of her fingers across her clit sent tremors through her body. She stroked herself with two fingers while she kept her gaze locked on Ethan. She had to time her reactions to his, not wanting to finish too soon or too late. This was a carefully orchestrated dance, choreographed for maximum pleasure. But the signs were easy to read as his orgasm drew nearer and nearer. She rubbed faster and faster, her hot little button so sensitive it was almost painful to touch.
“Do not come until I give you permission,” she warned.
“Yes, Mistress.” His jaw was clenched and sweat covered his body. Every muscle strained with his effort at control.
Faster, faster, faster her finger moved over that hot little button, her eyes locked on his, heat sizzling between them. Almost there, almost there. Ethan’s desperate need etched on his face fed the fire in her body.
Now! Yes, yes, yes. Dani pinched her clit to push herself over the edge.
“Now, Ethan.” She could barely get the words out. “I command you to come now.”
His fingers curled into tight fists over his head. As his body jerked and semen spurted from his pulsing shaft, Dani thrust three fingers into her convulsing pussy. She wanted to come—no, needed to come—as much as her sub.
Biting down on her bottom lip, she rode her fingers, eyes glued in fascination to the thick fluid spilling from Ethan’s swollen cock. She wanted to close her eyes to give herself over to the pleasure, but she had forbidden him to do so. Besides, she couldn’t tear her eyes away from his body.
The orgasm shook her like a tree in a strong wind. She dug her heels into the bench to stabilize herself while she drove her fingers in and out of her sopping pussy as fast and as hard as she could. As she caught her breath, she saw that his cock had softened. It was no longer stiffly erect, but tempting beads of semen still clung to the head. Spent, he hung from the wrist shackles, tremors still skating over his body.
Dani rose from the bench on slightly unsteady legs, took his shaft in her hand, and bent her head to lick the last of the fluid from the skin. She rode her lips down the length and back just once, then pulled back and licked her lips. Reaching up, she pressed her fingers to Ethan’s mouth.
“Lick them,” she commanded, watching avidly as he cleaned every bit of her juices from her fingers.
When he was finished she pressed her mouth to his and pushed her tongue against his lips, forcing him to open so she could thrust inside. Their flavors mingled in an erotic cocktail as she stroked her tongue over his. Then she drew back, walked around him, turned off the dildo, and slowly withdrew it. She placed it and the whip on the little table at the side. Someone would come to clean and sterilize them after she left.
Dani stroked the line of his jaw, just that simple touch making her pussy wetter than ever. “Your reaction tells me this gave you much pleasure.”
“How could it not? My Mistress has a most beautiful cunt.” He paused. “Exquisite, if I may be so bold. I would enjoy watching you come any time.” His mouth almost curved in a smile. “More than seeing anyone else.”
“Excellent.” She bit lightly at his shoulder, then soothed the spot with her tongue. Glancing at her watch, she sighed, realizing their hour was at an end. How had it gone so fast? It seemed they had just begun. She wanted more, a lot more, with a sudden need that both excited and frightened her. What was she getting into here? This was just supposed to be a one-hour session while she tried out her new role.
Swallowing a sigh of regret, she walked to the intercom and pressed the speaker button.
“May I help you?” asked a disembodied voice.
“Yes. I would like to release my sub now, please.”
“Very good.”
It seemed that only seconds passed before the door opened and an attendant came in. This time, it was a male, dressed only in leather pants. Using a key on a chain around his neck, he unlocked the manacles holding Ethan in place and helped ease down his arms. Then he pulled a small jar from the cupboard and handed it to Dani.
“Aftercare,” he told her. “To ease his muscles. They’ve been stretched for a long time. It is a rule of the club to see to the comfort of the subs.”
She knew that. “Of course.”
Guiding Ethan to sit on the bench she’d just used, she uncapped the jar and scooped out some of the cream. She studied his face as she rubbed it slowly into the muscles of his arms. What was he thinking? What did he feel now? Satisfaction? Pleasure? Enjoyment? Yes, all that. And something more. That indefinable something she’d seen before.
He lifted his head and looked directly into her eyes. “This was an excellent session, Mistress. I thank you.”
She smiled. “Are you sure? I don’t want you to say that only to soothe my feelings.”
Heat blazed in his irises. “I don’t lie. You are a natural.”
Did that mean she could book another session with him? Who did she ask? Him? G? Clint Chavez?
When he shifted on the bench and made a slight grimace, she frowned. Was this good pain or bad? “Is your ass too sore?”
“I’m fine,” he assured her.
“You just said you never lie. Don’t start now. I’ll take care of it.”
She remembered how Alan used to tend to her after a sessions. If they had cream for muscle aches here, she was sure they had the other things she needed. She massaged his arms and legs, making sure to work the cream into them thoroughly, swallowing a smile of satisfaction when she felt the muscles relax.
“Okay.” She stood, screwed the cap back on the jar, and set it on the table with the other things. In the cabinet, she easily found what she was looking for. “Ethan, I want you to get down on the floor on your knees. Rest your hands on your forearms.”
“Dani.” It was the first time since they entered the room that he used her name.
“Don’t argue with me. A good sub does as he’s told,” she reminded him.
Reluctantly, he did as she ordered. She knew from her own experiences how sore his rectum would be, and she intended to fix that before she left. Spreading the cheeks of his ass, she dribbled a little of the soothing oil from the bottle in her hand. Working her finger inside him, she made sure to spread it around, soothing the tissues abused by the dildo. It took her five minutes before she was satisfied he’d be completely comfortable when he left. It also amused her to notice that her probing had caused his cock to stiffen and rise to an erect position again.
Her last act was to take the special ointment from the cupboard and rub it carefully across the lash marks on his buttocks. Then she stood up.
“You may rise now, sub.”
He looked down on her from his full height. Even though he was so much taller than she was, she didn’t feel threatened by him. Or intimidated. She had so many things she wanted to do to him. With him. Was it appropriate for her to approach the subject of another meeting? Did it have to be here, or could she invite him to her place?
Wait. Maybe that wasn’t such a good idea. What did she know about him, really, except that Rawhide had vouched for him? She had her own safety to consider. She stepped back into her thong, mulling everything over in her mind.
She had to wrench herself away from him, or she would have stood there forever. A pitcher of ice water and crystal glasses had been left for them. It was important to care for a sub after a session as much as while it was happening. She filled a glass for each of them and handed one to Ethan, then motioned for him to join her on the settee against one wall. Her very first session in a club, her Dom had insisted she take time to pull herself together, to let the endorphins abate to a normal level and the arousal racing through her to slow down. She was determined to carry that over into her new role.
They drank in silence, each eyeing the other. Finally, Ethan set his glass down and leaned forward.
“Permission to touch my Mistress?” he asked.
She nodded.
; “You’ll make an excellent Mistress, Dani.” He put a finger beneath her chin and tipped it up. “Do you want to have another session with me?”
She nodded mutely, mesmerized by his strong face, then pulled herself together. After all, she was in charge here. “Yes, I would. You are a very good sub, Ethan. I’ll discuss it with G.”
“Good. Because I’d enjoy it, too. “
She rose, went to the intercom button, and announced that they were vacating the room. Ethan opened the door to let her precede him into the corridor.
Clint was leaning against the wall of the lounge, but he came forward the instant he saw her.
“Mistress G is waiting for you,” he told Dani. “Ethan, you’re free to leave if you want to.”
“Thanks. I’ll see.”
Clint guided Dani into the lounge where G was seated at a small table against the wall.
“I monitored you on the camera,” she told Dani. “You did very well tonight. And took excellent care of your sub. You’re going to make a good Mistress, Dani.”
The praise from both G and Ethan warmed her.
“Thank you.” She smiled. “I’m enjoying my new role.”
G returned the smile. “It was obvious. Would you like to schedule another session with Ethan?”
Dani couldn’t hide her smile. “Yes, I would. Very much. He indicated that would be good with him, too. Unless there’s some rule about having a session with the same sub twice.”
“Not at all.” G studied her face. “I should tell you that Ethan has never stayed long with one Mistress. He holds something of himself back from them, although he thinks no one notices. After a few sessions, they tire of it. Most of the Masters and Mistresses who come here are looking for something long term. Not necessarily permanent, but more than a few visits.”
Dani nodded. “I can understand that. All of my relationships up until now have been long term. It helps to…learn and understand each other.”
“I agree.” G paused as if choosing her words. “I have known Ethan for a very long time. I was his first Mistress. I would love to see him find someone who he can really connect with.” She touched Dani’s cheek. “Perhaps that will be you. Maybe not, but then, who knows?” She sighed. “All right. Call the club when you are ready, and someone will set it up for you.”
“Thank you.”
She kissed Dani on the cheek. “I’m very proud to have been your supervisor. Good luck. Ethan is one of the best.”
Clint was waiting when she exited the locker room. He smiled and reached to open the door. “I hope you enjoyed yourself. I look forward to seeing you here again.”
“Thank you. I told G that I will be calling for another session. And I’ll be sure to tell Katie what great care you took of me.”
He winked. “We aim to please.”
When she stepped outside, she was surprised to find Ethan waiting for her.
“Did I forget to do something?” she asked.
“No.” He had a dimple at one corner of his mouth that winked when he grinned. “I just thought I would see you to your car.” He put his hand against her back, guiding her. “Which way?”
“The SUV in the first row.”
They walked along in comfortable silence until they reached her vehicle. She unlocked the door, then turned to face him. “I’m going to call the number to set up another meeting,” she told him. “I’m requesting you again.” She almost asked him if that was all right, but that wouldn’t have been appropriate.
“I was hoping you would. I’ll be waiting.” His gaze slid to her mouth then back to her eyes, as if he was memorizing every inch of her face. “Mistress, I’d like to kiss you goodnight if you will permit me.”
“Yes. Please.” She lifted her face, expecting a gentle brushing of lips.
No way in the world was she prepared for the scorching kiss he delivered. It was hot and open-mouthed, his tongue probing deeply, sweeping across hers. His hands cupped her head, tilting it to give him a better angle. If she had staked a claim on him tonight, he was doing the same to her. She was breathless when he finally lifted his lips from hers, or she might have told him she hadn’t given permission for a kiss so intense. But the kiss seemed to have fried her brain cells.
“Good night, Dani. I’ll be waiting for our next meeting.”
He stood there until she climbed into her car, buckled her seat belt, and put her key in the ignition with trembling hands. He brushed a soft kiss against her cheek, then closed her door. She drove away with him standing there, watching her. Then she inhaled deeply, let her breath out slowly, and wrapped her arms around herself.
What the hell had she gotten herself into?
Chapter Five
Ethan managed to sneak a look at his watch while the attorney for the property changing hands droned on and on. He was finding that his attention had begun wandering badly, a habit he needed to do something about. It was damn hard, though. But tonight, he would be “playing” with Mistress Dani again and already his body was craving the erotic pleasures it would experience.
Their first night together never left his mind, a night that made him hungry and afraid at the same time. For three days after that, Ethan had checked his cell phone like an addict, waiting for the call from Rawhide that another session with Mistress Dani had been scheduled. The pleasurable burn from the whip still warmed his ass, and he was sure he could feel that handle of the whip filling his rectum. It was all he could do not to lock his office door, unzip his fly, and bring himself to completion.
No! She’ll know, and she did not give me permission. Damn!
With other Mistresses, rules and commands had been confined to Rawhide. None of them ever spilled over into his personal life. It was a hard and fast rule. So why was the situation with Dani different? She had kept within the boundaries, yet her presence was everywhere with him. He could feel that last thin wall he hid behind slowly crumbling, and it frightened him. Yet the fear wasn’t enough to walk away from her.
Fuck! He was really in a bad way.
In meetings, just like today, he worked hard to maintain that iron control he was famous for. One of his clients was in negotiations to expand his operation from France into Italy and Portugal. The man had sent his private plane to bring everyone involved to San Antonio, and the meetings were held in the luxury of the man’s home. It was all Ethan could do not to squirm as he sat in his chair or excuse himself so he could get himself off and relieve the pressure.
Fuck!
He had never expected this to happen. He had Mistresses he enjoyed and easily walked away from. But Dani had imprinted herself on him and he imagined her everywhere he turned. It was a great testament to his powers of restraint that he handled the business meetings with his usual efficiency and had no signs of his inner turmoil.
I cannot give it all over to her. How will I handle the rest of my life?
But even as he thought it, he craved their next session like an alcoholic thirsting for his next drink.
He was drawn to her the minute she’d walked into Rawhide. He couldn’t recall any other woman ever affecting him that way, and he’d had the privilege of being with a number of outstanding Mistresses. With all of them, he’d been able to hang onto that last thread of control. If he never let anyone in, they never saw his weaknesses. Never affected the face he presented to the world.
But Dani, unlike other Mistresses he’d been with, had chipped away a little piece of his heart and threatened to destroy that last vestige of inner control. If he was smart, he’d never have agreed to another session with her. But then, it seemed, he was leaving all his smarts at work.
In the office, his partners looked at him strangely but not more so than his assistant.
“If I didn’t know better,” she commented, “I’d think you were hooked on some woman. If that’s true, I want to meet her. I thought the great Ethan Corelli would be single forever.”
He lifted an eyebrow. “You did? Why?”
She laugh
ed. “Come on, Ethan. You never date the same woman twice. And if you think those two lovely women you take everywhere are fooling everyone, you can forget it. It’s obvious there’s no chemistry there.”
“Well, damn!” He definitely had to brush up on his acting skills.
“Everyone figured some undeserving female had burned you so you had sworn off relationships.”
He had, but not for that reason.
“Maybe I was just waiting for the right one to come along,” he teased.
She had, and it scared the shit out of him.
“When she does, we’re going to give her a medal.” She sighed. “Do you want to go over the Elliott file now?”
No. He wanted to think about Dani. Would he ever have a session with her again? He could have requested one himself, but that would have been a sign to others that she had some hold over him. At least in his own mind. He was caught on the horns of a very painful dilemma.
He recalled his very first night at Rawhide, stunned at what he observed. He tried to fade into the background, watching to see if indeed this was his cup of tea. Standing at the bar, sipping on a soft drink and watching the crowd, he’d seen so many variations of the lifestyle it made his head swim. And unlocked something inside him.
G, who was his first Mistress, recognized it immediately. She’d trained him well, although it had taken several visits for her to coax it out of him and break down his barriers. Now, he looked forward to his sessions there, an environment where he didn’t have to be the one calling the shots. Controlling the situation.
Sometimes, he wondered what it would be like to live this way permanently. To find someone he could make that kind of commitment with. That he could trust that way. But then all the negatives would pop into his head and chase it away.
But damn! He hadn’t been able to get the picture of Dani out of his head. It was damned inconvenient, too, since he too often found himself drifting into a daydream in the middle of a conference call or, worse yet, a client meeting. As an attorney specializing in international law, a complex legal area with some high-powered clients, he couldn’t afford to be distracted. Every meeting, every phone call, every contact required total concentration and discipline.
