Hellfire

by Robyn Masters

  HELLFIRE

  Part One

  by

  Robyn Masters

  Chapter One

  “Hello?”

  “Hey it’s me. I’ve got to meet Jerry for a quick drink to talk over the marketing plan for the new product line. I probably won’t be home until late, so don’t wait up.”

  “Again? This is getting to be a weekly thing. Tell Jerry to make time in his day schedule to talk about this crap instead of taking your time that you should be spending with your family. This is really starting to piss me off Ryan. I am feeling neglected and you know you don’t want that now do you?”

  “Samantha, I need this job. We need this job. Since moving to Chicago, we are down to one income because you haven’t looked for a job yet. The new house payment is twice what the payment was for our townhouse in St. Louis and we have only two-thirds of the income.”

  “Don’t blame me for this Ryan. You wanted to move to Chicago just as much as I did. Granted, moving here has made it much easier to see Tommy and I really wanted to avoid that six hour drive from St. Louis every week to pick him up from his dad, but you have family and friends in Chicago too, so we both agreed to this move.”

  “I never said it was your fault for us moving to Chicago. I consider Tommy to be my son just as much as his real dad. Seeing him more often is great. I was just saying that money is tight and I need to do whatever I can to make up for the shortfall. I need to increase my commission earnings just so we can pay our bills.”

  “Fine, I will look for a fucking job tomorrow. You better be prepared to start paying for childcare for Eva because I won’t be home to take care of her and Ashley told me that she pays $800 a month for Jason’s childcare. Hope I find a job that pays more than $800 a month or it will just be a waste of time.”

  “Whatever Sam. I’m at the restaurant. I will try to make this as quick as I can with Jerry. Kiss Eva goodnight for me.”

  “Yeah, okay. Be careful. Wake me when you get home.”

  “Yeah, see you later.”

  As the phone connection goes dead, Samantha sighs and lays her cell phone on the kitchen counter. A beautiful 29 year old, Sam is tall and thin with a $10,000 chest that Ryan gave her for her birthday two-years ago. Ryan and Sam were married three-years ago, just one-year after the birth of their daughter Eva. Tommy, Sam’s son from a previous relationship with his dad, Jesse was raised in Chicago when Sam accepted a job in St. Louis working for her brother.

  Ryan works for a computer software firm as a Regional Manager and can pretty much work from any location as long as there is a major airport available within an hour away. Ryan is very handsome and could easily pass for a pop star. A grad from Northern University, Ryan met Sam one day coming back from a St. Louis Cardinals game and it was love at first sight. Ryan’s dad and several friends live in Chicago, so he thought Sam’s idea of moving there made sense to be closer to Tommy. As well he would have his wife back every weekend instead of seeing her leave every Saturday morning to either pick up or drop off Tommy at his dad’s.

  “Mommy, mommy!”

  “What Eva? What is it?”

  “Where’s daddy?”

  “Daddy has to work late again. I’m sorry sweetie.”

  “So does that mean I have to go to Jason’s house now?”

  “Yes Eva. Momma has to out since Daddy is not here. Ashley will take care of you until I get back later. Go get your shoes on okay?”

  Eva ran off to her bedroom to get her sandals and as well, Sam went to her bedroom to change her clothes.

  “I’m ready mommy!”

  “Good Eva. Take some toys with you. Jason only has boy toys remember.”

  “Oh man. Okay mommy.”

  As Sam and Eva prepared for their evenings, Ryan was exiting his car on Fullerton Ave. near Western Ave on the NW side of Chicago. Not the best area of the city to meet for a drink but the perfect location for a little place called Hellfire. Ryan popped his trunk and retrieved a black sports bag. He crossed the street and walked up to a wooden front door typical of a Chicago two-flat. As he entered the building a women was sitting behind a podium.

  “Hi Ryan. Welcome to Hellfire. Didn’t think we would see you here this evening”

  “Hey Rachael. Is Patti already here?”

  “Yes, she’s in the back. She said you would be paying for her as well.”

  “Well, of course she did. Here’s a fifty. Keep the change.”

  “Thanks Ryan. Have a great night and play safe.”

  “I always do.”

  Ryan walked past the podium and to a black drapery. As he parted the drapery and entered the room he saw Hans, the owner of the establishment.

  “Good evening Hans.”

  “Evening Ryan. What are you doing here mid-week?”

  “I have to spend time with family this weekend, so I thought giving Patti sometime tonight might make her happy.”

  “I saw Patti earlier. I think she’s in the main room.”

  “Okay. Thanks Hans.”

  Ryan walked past Hans and through a merchandise and book area. Toward the back of the room was another black drapery. Music and voices could be heard coming from behind the curtain.

  Sam and Eva got into Sam’s Crossfire that Ryan bought her for her last birthday. Sam buckled Eva into the car seat and then drove the short distance over to Ashley’s house a few blocks away.

  As Sam parked her car in Ashley’s driveway, a little boy came running over to the car.

  “Hi Jason! How are you doing today”, asked Sam.

  “I’m good. Hi Eva!”

  “Take my toys in the house”, Eva told Jason.

  “Just like her mother. Eva the Diva”, said Ashley as she walked over to the car.

  “Oh shut up. She nor I am a diva. We just know how to get a man to do what we want” said Sam.

  “Yes Sam. You are very good at getting what you want. I wish I knew your secret. You convinced Ryan to move to Chicago when he was perfectly happy in St. Louis. You convinced him to get you a $10,000 boob job and you convinced him to purchase you this very hot sports car. You must give one hell of a blow job.”

  “You have no idea Ash. Okay, I have to run. If you need anything, call my cell. I will pick her up tomorrow morning at around 11.”

  “Who are you off to meet tonight”, asked Ashley.

  “I don’t know yet. I will know him when I see him”, and she laughed.

  “Sam, one of these days Ryan is going to find out about your indiscretions and you are going to lose your happy home and everything that comes with it.”

  “Not a chance Ash. I hold the key to our happiness, not Ryan.”

  Sam winked at Ashley and waved good bye to Eva as she backed out of the driveway and sprinted down the street to the end of the block.

  As Ryan pulled the curtain back the sounds magnified and several other men nodded to him as to acknowledge his entrance. He walked toward the bar and asked the cross dressing bartender for a beer. Dressed in a French maid’s uniform complete with seamed nylons and high heels, the bartender slowly drew a beer from the tap and handed it to Ryan. Beer in one hand and black sports bag in the other, Ryan made his way to the other side of the room where his eyes met with Patti’s.

  A plain looking woman in her late 20’s, Patti was tall and skinny. She wore no make-up and had a wide smile with several teeth absent near the back. Dressed in a black, tight fitting dress that was extremely short, she grabbed enough attention from the men in attendance. Ryan walked up to her, dropped the bag and gave her a soft kiss on the lips.

  “Good evening darlin. So nice to see you this evening”, Ryan said.

  “Good evening to you sir. It is always a pleasure to see you”, she replied.

  “So, where would you like to
start this evening”, Ryan asked.

  “Hmm, would you mind if we started on the massage table in the next building? My back is killing me and I sure could use your magic hands to drive the pain away.”

  Ryan replied, “Sounds like a plan to me. Let me look to see if I have massage oil.”

  Ryan unzipped the black sports bag and began removing items including several vibrators, handcuffs, two floggers, one paddle, several feathers, and alas a sixteen ounce bottle of massage oil.

  “Good to go. Shall we”, he asked Patti as he motioned for her to proceed to the annex across the outdoor play yard.

  As Patti and Ryan walked through the yard toward the annex, Samantha was arriving at an apartment complex in the suburb of Arlington Heights, IL. Samantha got out of her car and proceeded to the first building to her left. Dressed in a very low cut sweater that barely covered her breasts and a pair of skin tight jeans, Sam pushed the buzzer for apartment 3F

  Chapter Two

  “Who goes there” a male voice over an intercom asked.

  “It’s Sam. What are you up to tonight?”

  “Come on up and we’ll see.”

  The buzzer sounded and Sam opened the door.

  Sam climbed the stairs and her heart began to pound.

  As Sam reached the landing to apartment 3F, Patti and Ryan entered the annex and made their way to the massage table located on the right side of the room. Ryan dropped the black bag to the floor and came up behind Patti and began to rub her shoulders with his hands. As he slowly massaged her shoulders she sighed and closed her eyes. His hands were like magic on her body. It was if he knew exactly what to do without her saying a word. She then felt his mouth on the back of her neck softly kissing it. His tongue ran down from the bottom of her ear to the base of her neck at her collarbone. She got chills as he softly blew on the trace of moisture his tongue left behind.

  As Ryan continued to kiss her neck, he ran his hands under the shoulder straps of her dress and slid them off her shoulders and down her arms. He gently pulled the dress down off her body revealing her naked breasts. He could hear comments from others in the room as he continued to undress Patti. The annex was fairly crowded for a Wednesday evening. About 12 people were either playing or watching. Most were watching Ryan and Patti for their reputation at Hellfire was well known. Hellfire is a D/s style club complete with St. Andrew Crosses, stocks, benches, etc. D/s and BDSM enthusiasts would frequent the club to play in public which for most was about a Dominant controlling a submissive with a whip, flogger or paddle. This was not the case with Ryan and Patti. True, they did have these items in their little black bag of toys but even when a flogger was used it was done so in a very sensual and sexual way. Patti would sigh and moan often but seldom would she ever scream or emit a sound of discomfort. Ryan was known in D/s circles as a sensual Dom and was very sought after by many of the female subs for they longed to be dominated in his gentle and sensual way versus having their asses beat until bruised and bloody.

  Patti was very possessive of Ryan and other female subs dreaded lightly around him. Patti was submissive but not a push over. If you crossed her, she could be a real bitch and very dominate in her own right.

  As Ryan slipped Patti’s dress down past her hips revealing her clean shaven pussy that glistened from her juices brewing deep within her, the door to apartment 3F opened and there stood Josh wearing only a smile on his face.

  “Oh my, I see that you are very happy to see me this evening aren’t you”, said Sam with a wide smile on her face.

  “Get your ass in here bitch. I’m going to fuck your brains out”, Josh replied.

  Josh pulled Sam into the apartment and grabbed her sweater and ripped it as he pulled it over her head revealing her large and extremely firm breasts supported only by a small wire bra that he released with just one hand in less than a second. As her bra fell to the floor, Josh was already on his knees pulling down her jeans. As he tugged and tugged at the skin tight jeans he could see more and more skin exposed as Sam ran her fingers threw his black hair and moaned.

  Josh pulled her jeans down to the floor and then threw Sam over his shoulder and carried her into his bedroom. As he walked, Sam’s jeans fell off her ankles along with her sandals leaving her naked except for a pink thong barely covering her pussy.

  He threw her onto the bed and grabbing the thong he ripped it off her body as if it was made of tissue paper. He parted her legs with his massive hands and placed his fully erect cock at the opening of her pussy.

  “Is this what you want bitch? You want my big cock inside of you? Do you? Tell me… beg for it!”

  As Sam looked up at Josh she screamed, “yes, fuck me.. fuck me please!”

  As Josh shoved his cock deep inside of Samantha, back at Hellfire, Ryan was softly kissing Patti’s back and blowing lightly as he moved down to her bare ass. He turned Patti around so he was now facing her moist pussy and he placed his mouth on it and began to gently lick her clitoris. Swirling his tongue around her clit over and over and then placing his lips on it and sucking gently at first and then stronger and stronger. Patti moaned and began to tremble.

  Patti didn’t like it when Ryan would be on his knees licking her pussy while at a public venue. She had heard other Dom’s make comments of how a true dominant would never kneel in front of a submissive without becoming submissive in the process. Ryan could care less. He was not into the protocol of the D/s scene. He was just exploring his dark side and didn’t care what others thought of him.

  Ryan led Patti over to the padded massage table and she laid face down on the table placing her face onto the padded head rest. As she lay there completely naked, more people entered the annex to observe the play sessions. Ryan took four straps out from the black bag and strapped each of Patti’s legs and arms down to the table by tying each strap to a leather cuff he attached to each ankle and wrist. Firmly bound to the table, Patti was at the mercy of whatever action Ryan felt would be appropriate.

  As Ryan opened the black bag to retrieve a few items to use on Patti, Samantha was screaming at Josh as her legs wrapped around him and she held on for dear life.

  “You crazy bastard! Are you trying to fuck me to death? Oh my God. I’m going to cum again. God yes… fuck me.. fuck me hard!”

  Josh said nothing and just kept fucking her. Sam loved to visit Josh on a weekly basis. He is not the gentle lover that her husband is and she enjoyed his roughness. Josh could fuck for hours without cumming. He had great control.

  Suddenly Josh pulled out of Sam right as she was about to cum. “What are you doing… I was so close. Why did you pull out?”

  “Shut up and roll over. I want to see that sweet ass up in the air”, he replied. Sam rolled over and got on her knees and raised her ass up in the air. She felt his large cock enter her wet pussy once again and she smiled. She had been meeting with Josh for 3-months now. She met him at a bar about a month after moving to Chicago. She knew his routine when it came to sex. Next he would lie down on the bed and make her suck his cock and then he would tie her to the bed with her legs spread far apart and up in the air as he finished fucking her silly. She loved when Josh tied her down and often wished that Ryan would be just the slightest bit kinky but he was so vanilla and gentle she knew she would have to find others to satisfy her hidden bondage desires.

  As Sam sucked Josh’s cock he pushed her off and told her to lie on the bed face up. He went to his closet and got four dress neckties. He tied each one to her ankles and wrists as he prepared her to be spread eagle.

  Ryan produced a vibrator from the black bag called the Rabbit. He inserted the vibrator inside Patti’s pussy and turned it on the lowest setting. She moaned as the vibrations ran through her pussy and gently massaged her clit. As Patti lay there on the massage table, Ryan poured massage oil into one hand and then tried warming the oil by rubbing it into his other hand before laying both hands onto Patti’s body. Once Ryan laid his hands on Patti, he would always have at least one hand on her
at all times. He would stay connected to her regardless of what was going on around them.

  Ryan had taken courses for becoming a CMT (certified massage therapist) so he was very skilled with his hands. As he ran them over Patti’s shoulders she began to zone out and nearly fell into a deep sleep. Ryan reached down to the vibrator control and increased the speed to the fourth setting. There were ten settings for the vibrator and six different pulsation settings. When set to ten and six respectfully, if this vibrator could mow the lawn, there would be no need for a man in this world.

  Legs tied spread apart and high in the air to the four poster bed in Josh’s bedroom, Sam was totally helpless as Josh rammed his cock deep inside of her over and over. She begged him to just finish her already. She was totally spent and although she loved to fuck Josh, his large cock was taking a toll on her pussy.

  “Shut up bitch! I’m going to fuck you all night long.”

  “No… please. I can’t take any more. Your cock is too big and you are driving me crazy!”

  “Just take it or I’ll invite a few of my brothers to come by and fuck this nice piece of white ass!”

  Josh was a large black man who lost his chance to play professional football with the Chicago Bears when his blew out his knee in his last college game at Texas A&M. A towering 6’ 5” and 260 lbs, Josh was twice the size of Ryan in every way.

  As Ryan massaged Patti’s ass and thighs, he reached down and turned the vibrator speed up to six and the pulsation setting up to three. Patti moaned as she was experiencing one long orgasm over and over again.

  Ryan massaged Patti from head to toe as numerous female subs watched in awe just wishing they were Patti instead of being tied to the St. Andrews cross and whipped for thirty minutes. As they screamed in pain, Patti moaned in ecstasy as Ryan reached between her legs and began to move the vibrator in and out of her pussy slowly at first but increasing the speed of the thrusts as each minute passed.

  During this demonstration of sorts at Hellfire, Ryan remained fully dressed in black slacks, a black dress shirt and black dress shoes. Black is the typical color of choice for Doms. Male Doms seldom ever removed any of their clothing when playing in public. Intercourse was not allowed at Hellfire although patrons participated in this active on a regular basis, especially during gay designated times. Most D/s heterosexual couples did not engage in intercourse at public venues.