He pulls me in for a long, hungry kiss which I eagerly return.

  “In that case, I want all four of those nights, because I’m a greedy, mean, and evil Dom.”

  And that right there is exactly why I just cleared most of a fucking week.

  TWENTY-THREE

  Stuart

  When I walk into The Dark Roast just before two on Monday, Mitch has already got our drinks and snagged a table.

  “So, what did you want to see me about?” he asks as I sit down.

  “Well, I have this idea. What if I built an app to handle limit lists and negotiation for the club? I was thinking we could have dedicated tablets, and the data could be kept on an onsite server. Closed network. Members would have their details readily available, so when negotiating, a potential partner can pull them up. It could also have kind of a quick start guide. Hard limits, compatible loves, that kind of thing.”

  “On the surface, I like that idea a lot. I’d need to take it to the board, of course, so for that, I’d need a formal proposal.”

  “I’m happy to put one together, along with a mock-up version.”

  “Sounds great. Would sure save a lot of time, paper, and pencil sharpening.”

  “No kidding. It’s been a while since we’ve had a chance to talk. What’s new?”

  “It’s been a while because you haven’t been by the club. Life is pretty much same old same old. You, on the other hand…”

  “What?”

  “You went from swinging by the club at least once a week to being no-show for what must be closing in on two months, now. The last I saw of you was when you were walking out of the club in the company of the very lovely, and very submissive, Mel. So…”

  “I’m interested. You might even say, invested, but she’s reluctant.”

  “Reluctant is a far cry from the no way every other Dom at Silver has experienced when trying to get her to commit to more than the occasional scene.”

  I have so many questions, but I don’t ask because it would be disrespectful to Mel, and potentially, put Mitch in an uncomfortable position.

  “There’s really nothing new with you?”

  He lets out a huge sigh. “I went to my thirtieth high school reunion on the weekend.”

  “And…?” I rest my elbows on the table and wait for him to continue.

  “Oh fuck it. The girl—woman now—I had a real thing for back then was there. Threw me for a loop because it’s the first reunion she’s attended. Well, there’s more to it than that, but I’m still processing.”

  He looks at his watch. “Shit, I need to get going. If you don’t make it to the club, at least don’t leave it so long to get together next time.”

  “Hey, same goes. I don’t see anything wrong with your fingers.”

  Chuckling, he flips me the bird and we both head our separate ways.

  I have an app to finish and a proposal to write as well as prepare for Mel’s visit.

  TWENTY-FOUR

  Mel

  My belly flutters as I wait for Stuart to pick me up from my hotel. I could have driven myself, but he was insistent that this time, he didn’t want to risk me driving because he had plans. And fuck me if I didn’t drench my panties at the word plans.

  The knock on the door takes me a little by surprise. I’d expected him to just text me when he arrived and wait for me in the car.

  I slip my coat on over my outfit and open the door. “Hi,”

  “Hi. Going to make me wait until we get to the club to see what kind of wrapping my prize is wearing?”

  “Yep.”

  His eyebrow cocks. “What was that?”

  “Yes, Sir.” He’s not going to let me slide on anything, and that just makes me hotter for him. The one regret I had from the last time we played was that we didn’t fuck. He didn’t even get off.

  Unlike me.

  “Let’s go, then. The sooner we get there, the happier we both will be.”

  It takes about half an hour to get to the club, and Stuart spends that entire time talking up our night without actually giving me details.

  “Restroom, then meet me back here,” he says as soon as we’re finished checking in.

  “I don’t need to go, Sir.”

  “Did you just argue with me?”

  “I’m sorry, but—”

  “That’s five with the cane before we even get started. Would you like to go for more?”

  “No, Sir.”

  “Good. Even though you don’t feel the need now, I’ll bet once you relax you’ll manage just fine. I’m serious when I say I do not appreciate my scenes being interrupted with avoidable bathroom breaks. Understood?”

  “Yes, Sir.” I hurry off to the restroom, and damn if he wasn’t right. Fucker. Five with the cane for arguing is probably better than whatever he’d mete out for interrupting a scene for a bathroom break after refusing one.

  “Tonight, I think we’ll go with the spanking bench again. I want you fully supported because I’m going to work you over very, very hard.”

  He pulls a set of cuffs from his bag. They’re different from the black ones he used last time. These are a deep, almost burgundy leather with intricate tooling around the edges on the outside and black leather lining inside.

  “Special, just for you.”

  “They’re beautiful.”

  “Just like you. Now, up you get,” he says, pointing to the spanking bench.

  As soon as I’m settled, he clips my cuffs to the D-rings on the sides.

  “We’ll go old school to wake up your pink bits while I give you those five cane stripes you owe me,” he says as he shows me three wooden clothes pins fanned out in his hands.

  I’d almost forgotten about the cane.

  The clothes pins are a mild pinch as they go on, but I know from experience they’ll pack more punch coming off.

  “Color?”

  “Green, Sir.”

  The first cane stroke hits the fleshiest part of my ass and burns like a son of a bitch. I wait and wait for the next one, and just as I think maybe he’s changed his mind, and it’s not coming, it hits where my ass meets my thighs. The pinch of the clothespins on my nipples and clit regenerates as they jiggle with each stroke, and I’m struggling to process two very different kinds of pain.

  The next stroke hits somewhere between the first two. Stuart leans down and gently nips my earlobe. “Such a good girl.” The cane gets me again, while my brain is occupied with the new sensation.

  By the time Stuart’s given me the final stroke, I’m sure there’s nowhere on my ass that’s going to want to spend time on a chair.

  Meanwhile, the pins have come off my clit, and it burns like fuck.

  “You are so beautiful. You have a safeword. Use it if you need to, otherwise you will take everything I give you.”

  He presses a vibrator against my clit and I do my best to pull away, but his arm is a steel band across my lower back. An orgasm rips through me, and I sob with relief when he pulls the vibe away. My respite is brief, however. As soon as I catch my breath, he’s pressing the vibe against my clit again, and I can’t control anything. Not my voice, or my body. I’m shaking all over as I scream and cry for him to stop. But he doesn’t. He just forces me to come again and again.

  “Color?” He asks the next time he pulls the vibe away.

  “Green, Sir,” I whisper between panting breaths

  “Are you sure?”

  Am I? “Yes, Sir.”

  “On we go, then.”

  As the next orgasm rips through me, he pulls the clothespins off my nipples. The pleasure-pain is off the charts as the blood rushes back into my poor tortured flesh.

  This man is a maniac in the best possible way.

  By the time he unhooks me, I’m in that lovely floaty place he took me before, and before I know it, I’m snuggled up in his lap.

  “Such a good, brave girl. You took everything I gave you so beautifully.”

  “But you didn’t get to come. Again.”

  “Not every scene needs to end in an orgasm for me. And remember, we’re at Silver. There’s no ejaculating here.”

  “Take me home with you?”

  “Oh, baby, I want to say yes in the worst way, but you’re in no condition to be making decisions like that right now. If we’d negotiated it before playing, I’d have had you out of here quite some time ago. If you feel the same tomorrow, then you can call and ask me for what you want.”

  I want to argue with him. Convince him I’m perfectly capable of making my own decisions, but his expression tells me in no uncertain terms how big a mistake that would be. His word is final. It doesn’t stop me from letting my disappointment show with the poutiest pout I can manage.

  “I get it. You’re used to getting your own way and you’re grumpy I said no. This time, I’ll let you get away with the pouts, but only because we haven’t discussed the fact that they’re no different in my eyes than arguing with me. Also, you’re still loopy, and for that I can allow that maybe you’re not fully cognizant of what you’re doing.

  “I know exactly what I’m doing.”

  “Probably not the best response to give me right now. Especially when you still have plenty of unmarked flesh just yearning for my cane. We have clear rules around punishments, and if you keep that up, loopy or not, you’re going to find your ass in a world of hurt.”

  I shut my mouth, because I have a feeling he’s talking about a lot more than five strokes of the cane, and those were hard enough.

  TWENTY-FIVE

  Stuart

  I had a hard time concentrating on work today, knowing what I’ve got in store for tonight. In the end, I gave up trying and spent the afternoon making sure everything was perfect.

  Mel’s phone call this morning was not entirely unexpected.

  I could practically hear her blushing over the phone, especially when I insisted she be clear about what exactly she wanted.

  As soon as I hear her car in the driveway, I go out to meet her and bring in her bag.

  We both know exactly why she’s here, and her blush is so fucking adorable.

  “Why are you embarrassed? You didn’t seem uncomfortable at the club.”

  “I don’t know. I just am.”

  “Okay. Feelings are feelings, and we can’t always control them.”

  As soon as we’re inside, I point to the cushion I’ve placed on the floor just inside the entryway. “Strip and be kneeling on that by the time I get back.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  I hang her coat in the hall closet and take her bag to my bedroom. If I have my way, she’s not going to need anything from it besides her toothbrush until she leaves Friday morning. But I’ll play that by ear because I have no idea what could come up for her tomorrow.

  When I return to the front door, she’s folded her clothes and kneeling exactly as she was told. “Very nice. Now, stand please and turn around. I’d like to see what’s left of last night.”

  There are a few faint purple lines across her ass where I’d nailed her particularly hard with the cane. “Any problem sitting today?”

  “Only in a good way, Sir.”

  “Damn. Oh well, the night is young.” I chuckle at the slight clench of her butt-cheeks. I don’t actually plan on being as hard on her as I was last night. Not just because she took a lot from me, but also because we’re not at the club, and I want her to understand that I will only ever play safely with her, regardless of where we are.

  “Come with me.”

  I lead her to the basement, where all good dungeons should live.

  While I only play at Silver these days, I did have a sub who lived with me for a long time, and it was more convenient to play at home. Since we split, I’ve not felt the urge to bring anyone home. Until now.

  “Any aches, pains, stiffness I need to know about before we begin?”

  “No, Sir.”

  “Any changes in limits since last night?”

  “No, Sir.”

  “I’m going to step things up a bit tonight.” If only because we’re going to have sex. “We’ll start on the spanking bench, because that’s an excellent place to get you all prepped for my pleasure. And it will be my pleasure tonight, little subbie.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  I put her cuffs on but don’t bother to clip her to the bench. I stroke my hands all over her back and ass, paying particular attention to my cane marks. I kiss each one. “You were such a good girl for me last night, taking all your cane strokes like a champ.”

  “Thank you, Sir.”

  “The club is particular about restricting penetration and ejaculation to privacy rooms to avoid running afoul of any legal authorities, so it’s safe to say we’ll be concentrating on exactly those things tonight.”

  Her whole body does a tiny shiver, and her pussy clenches. “Oh, is your pussy feeling empty?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “If you’re a very good girl, I might do something about that later. In the meantime, I’ve been dying to put my plug in that little asshole of yours for months. Tonight, you’re going to have to ask me for everything you get. In explicit detail. Is there something you would like?”

  “Please Sir, please plug my ass.”

  “That’s not very convincing. Try again.”

  “Please Sir, please put your plug in my ass.”

  “It will be my pleasure.”

  Opening the small drawer in the end of the bench, I grab lube and the plug I selected for her earlier. Everything close at hand where I need it. I have no intention of giving her even the tiniest minute to second-guess herself.

  Her sweet little ass clenches as I squirt some lube on her tiny hole.

  “We never really discussed your level of anal experience. On a scale where ten is you’re an anal slut and the less lube the better, and one is use an entire bottle, and nothing bigger than your pinkie, please, where would you say you are?”

  “Eight?”

  “Are you sure? Because I will take you at your word, and now is the best time to adjust your rating.”

  “Eight,” she says with more confidence.

  “You have no idea how happy that makes me.” I squirt a little more lube on her hole and then slather some on the plug. At an eight, she’s done this enough that I don’t feel the need to finger her up to it. Pressing the tip of the plug against her tiny, puckered entrance, I apply steady pressure, slowly increasing it. When she’s stretched almost to the widest point, I push hard, making her squeal.

  I never said I was going to make it easy.

  “Good girl.”

  TWENTY-SIX

  Mel

  If he only knew just how special he makes me feel when he tells me I’m a good girl. Fuck, I’d do and take just about anything for that.

  My ass feels really full. Not the biggest plug I’ve ever taken, but—I cut that thought short. This isn’t the time or place to go there.

  Stick to the here and now, with Stuart.

  “I had a hard time deciding exactly how I wanted this evening to go, but eventually, I figured it out.”

  I wait for him to continue. To tell me what he has in store. But he says nothing else. I hear him moving behind me, and I resist wiggling my butt.

  Some Doms like that kind of thing. He doesn’t appear to be that sort. And for that, I’m grateful. I don’t want to think. I don’t want to top from the bottom. My job demands that I take charge and find creative solutions to the most complicated of problems. When it comes to my sex life, I need someone else to fill that role.

  “Tonight, you’ll beg me for everything I’m going to do to you. Understood?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He holds up a metal dome-shaped apparatus with an open bottom. A clover clamp is suspended in the middle by a threaded bolt that’s attached to the top of the dome by a wingnut.

  “A lovely variation on the clover clamp theme. The more I tighten the nut, the farther it stretches your nipple while tightening the grip of the clamp on your nipple…or clit. I think we’ll just go with nipples today. But you’re going to have to beg for it.”

  “Please torture my nipples with those evil clamps, Sir.”

  “I don’t think you really want it.”

  “Please, Sir. I really, really want you to do mean things to me with those clamps.”

  “Good enough.”

  I let out a long sigh of relief. I don’t have a lot of experience at begging and I’m not really liking it. But it’s not a limit.

  He centers the contraption over my left nipple. I hiss as he attaches the clamp and twists the nut until my nipple is stretched taut.

  “Don’t hold back on my account. Nothing makes me happier than hearing my sub vocalize her appreciation of my handiwork.”

  I hiss again when he secures a clamp to my other nipple, making him chuckle in that deliciously evil way of his.

  “Beg me to make them tighter,” he demands.

  “Please make them tighter, Sir.”

  “Beg, little subbie.”

  “Please, I need you to make the clamps tighter.”

  He gives each nut a full twist visiting fresh hell upon my nipples.

  “Lovely,” he says as he flicks the cages one by one.

  “Oh my. That looks like a wet pussy. Do you want me to fuck you, little subbie?”

  “Yes, please, Sir. Please fuck me.” I hear the tell-tale crinkle of a condom wrapper.

  “Do you want me to pound your little pussy?”

  “Please, Sir. Pound my pussy with your cock.” Apparently, I have no trouble begging for what I’ve been wanting from him for months.

  “As you wish.”

  He slams into me with no warning, and while I’m soaking wet for him, I’m not prepared for just how big he is.

  He leans over my back and grabs onto my shoulders, using them for leverage as he rams his cock into me over and over and over.

  My breasts swing wildly back and forth with each thrust, making my nipples burn.

  “Do you want to come, little subbie?”

 

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