The Invitation (BDSM & Erotic Romance)
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“It sounds like that is exactly what happened.” He smiled, “If you’re making a drink make me one too.” Saif grabbed another glass, mumbling to himself.
“It wasn’t like that. Not really.” He poured amber liquid into the glasses, a rumble in his chest as he fought with what to say. “I played with her, yes, tested to see how far she would go. But I knew the whole time it wasn’t the party for her. I didn’t want to have her there.”
“You want her tonight.” Ben stated what Saif was only dancing around.
Saif turned around and took a drink out of his own glass, holding out the other for Ben. The statement hung heavy in the air as Saif stared at him. Ben took the few steps forward and grabbed the glass while Saif threw back the rest of his and went for a refill.
“Saif?” Ben prompted, testing the drink to identify it was scotch. Good scotch.
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?” Ben grinned into his glass. He wanted to hear Saif say it.
“Yes, I want Cara tonight.”
“You know you won’t be the only one interested. New girls always get attention, especially one with as little experience as her. That ‘V’ on her hand is going to be like blood in the water.”
“I know that. I just want to be there. I want to see what she’s going to do when she’s in a category four party.”
“You mean you want to see if she’s going to run the second she sees a flogger?” Ben arched an eyebrow. He knew Saif liked to play on the darker end of the spectrum. It’s why the cat three and four parties were so easy for him. Most of the clients felt comfortable around Saif, because Saif would go farther than them. He made the employees for those parties nervous because he was a Dom through-and-through, but they talked openly with him. There was no shame for Doms or submissives talking to Saif, because he understood them. Cara though… Cara was a risk. A gamble. An inexperienced, young, new, gamble.
Saif never gambled.
“I just want to see if I was right.” His partner was staring down into the glass in his hand. This whole conversation was heavy, too heavy for the middle of the day with the sun streaming in through the windows.
“Before you try anything, you mean.”
“I invited her for a reason, Ben. I have no plans to scare her off.”
“That’s a first.” Ben scoffed. Saif specialized in scaring people off.
“Could you not be a dick about this, Ben? I need you to be there to welcome her at the door. Make sure she has an idea of what’s going on. I’m escorting a new client to the event tonight, making sure he understands the rules. I should be there on time, but –“ Saif took another drink.
“But you don’t want her thrown to the sharks without at least a small life vest? I get it. I’ll take care of her.” Ben almost choked on his drink with the look Saif gave him. “Whoa, not like that. You know I don’t mess with the girls you want unless you invite me to.”
“Good.” Saif shrugged and finished his second drink in about five minutes. Ben took another small drink of his. They were fine with sharing, it was one of the best parts of their parties. They were, in fact, very good at sharing. But this girl seemed special, and all Ben really wanted to do was meet her and see what the hell was so different about her that she had Saif acting like an overprotective Dominant with a schoolboy crush.
“Can I just tell you that I’m kind of excited to see what happens tonight? I’ve never seen you like this. This is more anticipation than I felt before the last finale of Grey’s Anatomy.” Ben grinned and Saif growled at him before putting his glass down a little harder than necessary.
“Shut up, Ben.”
“No. Seriously. I’m happy for you! You’re excited to see this girl!”
“I said shut up, Ben.” Saif moved to his desk and grabbed his suit jacket, pulling it on.
“Not staying?”
“Why should I? You’re handling the arrangements for the next two events, are you not?” Saif smirked at him as he turned towards the doorway.
“Oh, that’s low. You enjoyed the party! You met this girl!” Ben couldn’t believe Saif was actually going to leave him to finish the prep for tonight alone.
“I may have enjoyed it, but that wasn’t the agreement, now was it?” Saif pulled open the office door and chuckled. Ben saw past him that Krista had leapt to her feet behind the desk as soon as the door opened. Saif didn’t even glance at her before he opened the front door, “See you tonight.”
“Yeah. See you tonight.” Ben raised a hand to wave bye, but Saif had already walked out. Krista was staring after him, her calm returning now that Saif’s disruptive presence was gone. Why she was so thrown by him after almost a year working for them, he didn’t understand. She sat back down, her hands twisting together on top of the glass desk.
She needed to relax. In fact, so did he.
Ben walked over to the desk, finishing his drink on the way so he could set the glass down before he leaned forward. Krista’s honey-brown eyes lifted to his and he smiled. He put effort into it, using the one that had girls walking across clubs just to say hi to him. She responded with a blush that flooded up her cheeks and made her face light up. Krista had attended parties for a long time until she’d helped them fix an issue with a club rental when she’d been the first to arrive. She’d gone from employee for parties, to employee for the office. And she was damn good at it.
But she knew exactly what he had in mind.
“Sir?” Her lips parted, and she was breathing faster. He could see her pulse jumping at her throat.
“Yes, Krista?” Ben stepped around the desk and put his hands on the armrests of her chair, forcing her to lean back.
“I – ” She licked her lips, her hands in her lap. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a neat little ponytail, and he wanted to grab it and have her on her knees. Might as well go for it.
“Krista. What would you like your safe word to be?” He grinned down at her, making sure he didn’t touch her until she gave him the green light. He could see indecision flashing across her face. “I promise, whether you’d like to play or not, it will absolutely not affect your employment. But I would like to play if you’re up for it.”
She bit her lower lip, still thinking for a moment, and then she sat up straighter. Her mouth suddenly, dangerously, close to his. “My safe word was always rabbit.”
“And do you want to run, little rabbit?” His fingers itched to touch her cheek, to pull her forward for a kiss. He made himself wait. Then she said the two words he wanted to hear more than anything in that moment.
“No, sir.” A little gasp escaped her lips before his mouth covered hers, his hands held her face against his and he groaned when he felt the moan rise out of her. She wanted him. Good. And he really wanted to play. He knew just where he wanted to play as well. He broke the kiss with a grin, and loved the heat in her cheeks, the need in her eyes, and the way she was already squirming in front of him.
“Come with me.” Ben grabbed her hand and walked towards Saif’s office.
“Wait, that’s Mr. Bahri’s office.” He felt her pull back and he turned to smile at her.
“I know, and we’re going to take advantage of the fact that he decided not to stay today.”
Krista didn’t respond, she was too surprised, but he saw her bite her lip as she stifled a smile and started walking forward again. She was going to love this, and he was going to love it too. It had been too long since Ben had the chance to play, and Saif, captain of the category threes and fours, had built his office to some very particular specs. Ben kicked the door open and pulled Krista to the only other door in the room – Saif’s play room.
Krista was naked. Ben had enjoyed every jump of her muscles as he’d undressed her, as he’d bound her to the St. Andrew’s cross with rope, as he’d looked through Saif’s cabinet of toys and chosen a crop. When he’d shown it to her she had gasped prettily, her body tensing and relaxing in anticipation. They really had not been fair in taking her off the in
Ben was seriously bad with names.
He made a mental note to tell Saif that Krista needed to get invitations again. She was beautiful. She was smart. She was submissive. And she kept the two of them organized, which was a feat worthy of a raise. A nice raise, and the right to get spanked if she wanted to at one of their events. He remembered how much she liked to dance, and Ben could imagine the swell of her hips rolling in time to the music. Which only made him think of her hips rolling on top of him, or under him. Fuck, he needed this.
“Krista. Tell me your safe word again.” He trailed the end of the crop down her spine, watching as she arched against the wood, small sounds slipping from her as he made her wait, his own anticipation building.
“It’s rabbit, it’s rabbit. Please, sir, please do it?” Her voice whined, and he thought about making her beg again, because she sounded so pretty when she did. The feel of the leather in his hand sent a thrill down his back, and he stepped to the side.
“Only because you begged so sweetly.” His arm came back and brought it down with a snap across her ass. She jumped in the bindings, crying out in surprise as her body remembered what the crop felt like, and then she settled. He was already so hard it hurt, but he distracted himself by watching the red line bloom on her skin. Ben lined up the next three strokes in a neat little stack below the first one. Each powerful crack of the crop across her skin was echoed by her cries, her whimpers, the shifting of her body as she tested the ropes and tensed as the heat of the welts spread. The fifth he landed above the first mark, a smile sneaking across his mouth as he watched her fight with herself. She was shaking her head back and forth, little sounds slipping out of her mouth. She wanted to pull away from the pain of the crop, but at the same time – he slid his hand between her thighs, tracing his fingers over her pussy to find her soaking – she loved it as much as he did.
“Yes, please!” Her sudden plea made him move closer to her, his mouth trailing kisses over her shoulder as he dipped a finger inside her. She moaned loudly before biting down to stifle it.
“Please, what, Krista?” Ben had to bite down on his own groan, muffling it against her skin. She was so hot and wet, and as much as he wanted to continue playing, continue building this, he also really wanted to fuck her.
“More, please? Sir?” Krista dropped her head down and he dragged her wetness forward until his touch rolled over her clit. Her hips bucked hard against the cross, her moan dissolving into a whimper as he barely touched her.
“Like this?” He grinned against her shoulder, grateful that he’d pulled off his shirt and tie so he could feel the heat of her skin against his own.
“More?” She was rolling her hips, trying to make him provide more pressure. Instead, he pulled his hand back completely and her frustrated little scream was exactly what he’d been hoping for.
“Krista. There’s only been five lashes, you really think you’ve earned an orgasm already?” He kept his voice light, which only frustrated her further.
“How many, sir?” Krista was trying to get control of herself, pushing the whine out of her voice.
“You want a number?” He asked and she nodded against the wood. “Alright, let’s get to… twenty. Each set of five harder than the last. Make it to twenty, and I’ll reward you.”
A shiver moved over her, and her hands tightened into fists on the other sides of the coils of rope holding her arms to the cross. Submissives were incredible. No wonder he hadn’t taken that redhead home. She would have been a way to fill the time, but she wouldn’t have been like this. “Yes, sir. Twenty. I can make it to twenty.”
“Oh, sweetheart,” Ben chuckled against her neck before he kissed her. “I know you can. Breathe for me.” Her ribs expanded and he stepped back.
Just a little harder.
Five strikes of the crop, her whines escalating as she fought to stay quiet, knowing she was only halfway through. He wanted to kiss and bite the lines appearing on her skin. Vibrant reds fading to pink, and then at the top of her ass and the tops of her thighs fading back into the soft tan of her flesh.
Quite a bit harder.
One. Two. Three.
“Oh god! Stop, please, stop!” Krista had been building to this, her whimpers and yelps at each strike increasing. So Ben waited. The ache of his cock in his pants an unwelcome distraction from the pretty sub in front of him. Her breaths were ragged, she’d cry with the next round, maybe by the end of this one. But, no safe word.
Four. Five.
“Sir! Pleeeaassee!” Krista sagged against the cross, and he stepped to the side to see tears on her cheeks. She wiped them on her arm, but he lifted her chin to stop her from repeating it.
“You’re doing so well, bunny. You want to keep going? Just five more.” Five of the hardest. He watched as her eyes drifted up to his, she sniffled, and he saw the steel inside her. She took a shaky breath, and then she nodded.
Ben groaned and kissed her, his hand tight in her hair to hold her in place, bending her head back enough for him to take her mouth. She met him though, her tongue brushing over his, her mouth soft but urgent. He smiled at her, and she summoned one too. Fucking. Submissives. Was there anything hotter?
“So close to your reward. Deep breaths. And remember, Saif sound proofed this room for a reason. Scream if you want.” He watched as Krista faced forward again, bracing herself for the last round. Ben adjusted his grip on the crop, looking at the lines on her skin to see where the last five should land. Where the skin was still pink, not red.
The first caught her off guard. She’d spent too long soaking in the heat, and the lash woke up all the other welts. The second and third had her crying out, groaning long after the stroke until her voice would rise sharply at the next. Four made her scream and rock against the bindings, murmuring an endless stream of pleasestop and ohgodohfuck. Ben grinned as he lined up the last stroke, Krista was ready, and his cock wanted its reward for being oh-so-fucking-patient.
Five.
Krista cried out, her voice a scream for a moment until she slipped back into the groan as the ache of the welt bled into the rest of her bright red ass. Ben dropped the crop and ran both hands over her rear, the texture, the heat, her soft moans as he massaged her skin had his erection straining against the front of his pants. Before he gave in he opened his mouth and bit down on her neck. Her hips rocked forward and he reveled in the way she had taken the crop. The way her body was desperate for his touch when he stood back up and slid his hand over her pussy again. The barest rub of his fingers over her clit had her shivering on the edge.
“Ready for your reward?” He grinned as a frustrated whine rose out of her.
“Holy shit, yes! Yes, sir, please!” Her hips pressed forward against his hand and he rewarded her a little by increasing his pressure by a fraction.
“I want to fuck you, Krista. You want that?” He nipped at the place where her neck met her shoulder.
“Mr. Rydell –“
“Ben.” He chuckled and corrected her. She didn’t need to call him Mr. Rydell while his hand was between her thighs.
“Ben, please fuck me. Pretty please, sir, Ben, whatever you want me to call you, just please for the love of god, fuck me.” Krista was breathy, her body straining against the rope, and he was not going to make her say it again. With a few deft shifts of the knots, it fell away and he pulled her back from the cross. The bed was small, but would work just fine since he wasn’t planning on taking up a lot of room.
He wound his hand in the loose beginning of her ponytail and moved her towards it, pushing her back onto the bed so she was laid out for him. Ben watched the flash of a wince as her welts brushed over the sheet. He dropped his pants, and then his boxers and watched her mouth open as he reached down to grip his cock. The ache in his balls urged him to fuck her now, but he had promised a reward, and not just a hard, fast, fuck. That would come later. Summoning every ounce of his willpower, Ben knelt in front of the bed and grinned up at her. Krista was dazed, her body still fighting to send her pain signals through the haze of lust in her eyes. He didn’t help that as he gripped behind her knees and yanked her to the edge of the bed sharply. She hissed through her teeth and he chuckled.
“Aww, is your ass sore?” Ben pushed her knees apart, and Krista leaned up on her elbows to glare at him half-heartedly as she fought the smile tugging at her lips.
“I thought you said reward, sir?” The sir came out a little mocking, but he knew that wouldn’t last long.
“So, I did.” He pressed his shoulders under her thighs and tugged her towards his mouth by her waist. The first trace of his tongue up her slit had her moaning. She was on edge, and he thought about teasing her, but he’d already played enough. He went to work, delving his tongue inside her, her taste filling his mouth with the sweet tang of female flesh. Dragging it up to suck her clit, closing his lips over it and holding her hips to the bed as she moaned and gasped and begged him to stop, to keep going, to give her more, to wait.
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