“Not uncommon. It can take a while to get in sync. What’s your name, cutie?”
I snickered and rubbed my hot cheek. “Addison.”
“Hi, Addison. I’m Jason.”
“Master Jason?”
“Just Jason. I’m only Master Jason when I work the balcony. Some subbies are looking for a specific fantasy when they scene with me so I let them pick what they want to call me. Other House Doms are far more stringent about the Master thing.”
“Oh, Just Jason, are you the owner or something?”
His sly grin said he found my name for him adorable. “Nah. My cousin owns the club. I just work here. It feeds both my lusts and my pockets. Can’t beat that.”
“No, I guess not. Well, you do talk a good game and can make me quiver like nobody’s business. I’m curious though, are you a real Dom or just skilled at playing one and baiting suitable catches because you’re paid to fish?”
“Ooo, so sassy. Wanna find out?”
I blushed, gawked and laughed under my breath again. I felt like a giddy teenager. He made me feel entirely different things than Logan, and I wanted to revel in the new, zappy sensations firing off in my body. “No, um, thanks for the invite, but getting touched like that by someone else would feel like I’m being unfaithful. My Dom is my boyfriend too. I don’t want to like … cheat. I’m just here to observe. Get spanked at most.”
“Who says I have to touch you.”
I shivered. “Right.” My nervousness and the metaphorical ice in my cunt was melting like chocolate on a hot summer’s day. And the best thing, he was making me feel like I could actually do this and have some fun. My face and private zones suddenly filled with fizzing lava when I heard the crack of a paddle on flesh. I looked just in time to see Sabrina’s next whack. I smiled for her and my face got all the more warm. Even as she shrilled in agony at the hard launch into her backside, I could tell she was loving it. I could hear the delight in her screams. “Ah, I don’t know.”
He drew close to my ear again. “That damn blush of yours is making me rock hard. I’d love to add it elsewhere. If that’s the most you’ll be getting here, it should at least be from the best.”
“The best? I have my doubts you could top Master Michael. He looks sensational.”
“Try me.” He looked over his shoulder at the paddle scene and back at me. “Public spankings are fine, but I prefer to give private thrashings. There’s more intimacy. What say you?”
“I like to get either.”
His eyes widened in happy surprise at that, and he licked his lip. “That’s unexpected.”
“I’m a hot bundle of surprises. Are you spoken for in real life?” I asked.
“Uh, spoken for?” He scratched his cheekbone. “No. I can’t think of a single woman who’d be cool with what I do for a living. Can you?”
I smiled and looked back at him. “Oh, no. I didn’t really think about that. So, Just Jason, let’s say, hypothetically, that I’m interested. What would I have to pay to scene with you, privately, or to get you to paint me pink?”
“Hmm, I don’t know,” he scratched his face, then thumbed his lip slowly. “I could give you the club discount since you’re a first-timer and all. You are pondering it though, not shooting me down, so we are making promising progress.”
I squinted. “Are you just jerking me around?”
He punched my upper arm, like, socked me a good one as if we’ve been friends forever. “Yep, there’s no fooling you. There’s no up-front, obligatory cost. I do get tips and, uh, certain perks, we shall say, but I’m no man-whore. We’re sustainable through paid membership and cover charges on other nights—only Saturday nights are free. Membership opens up parties, munches, kinkier events than this, and decadent roleplay fantasies to serious lifestylers. Like, there’s a vamp night which is as sexy, hot and painful as it sounds, and a Daddy Dom/little girl tea and dance on Saturday afternoons that starts off as an innocent and cute play date then gets raunchier and raunchier as the day progresses with blatant group display, punishment, toy play, and humiliation.”
“I’m not a little, but it sounds fun. Do you play in that?”
“No, I don’t have time for kid games. I’m in high demand, ya know.”
I snickered because he said that in whimsical way over conceited. “No doubt. It’s because you’re so haaauh...” I clammed up. Oh my god!
“Hot or hung works for me,” he said without skipping a beat.
I really liked his quick wit. I glanced down at his package. “Even with your daring choice of purple and 1980’s mesh, I’d have to go with the former. I can’t testify to the status of your goods.”
“I lost a bet.” He seized my hand and shoved it to his package, forcing my palm and fingers to glide along and squeeze his erection. His pitch dropped a notch. “How about now? Can you adequately assess? Or do you need a visual?”
My blood sizzled. I was shocked I was still holding onto his stiffness even though he’d let go, and even further shocked when I said, “Yeah, I’m gonna have to see it to be sure.” Shit! I actually said that? I gawked, tore my hand off him and rushed away, taking all of five steps before he clutched my arms to yank me back and plant me against his torso.
After growling, “That can be arranged, Cinnamon girl,” in my ear, he then let me go, but I stayed right up against his body, his hard cock pressing into my spine. His hot breath, and then his thumbnail, grazing my skin, made me shiver. The hard line he scratched down my upper arm left a tingling ache.
I loved his raunchy playfulness and overconfidence that was laced with joviality. And I wanted to play. Badly. My mouth was watering for some fun. And he was a hot, hot Dom. His personality, his look, everything. His chest and shoulders made a wall of sexy that kept begging me to scale it and grapple for holds. Alarmed by the rush of arousal that simple scratch elicited, I took a step back when I turned around and said, “Bring it.”
He scowled and huffed.
Damn! My hesitant expression and recoil killed the confidence I wanted to project, but I was in war, wanting to do this with all my might yet terrified of enjoying it. I wanted to get Logan out of my fucking head, and this would surely do it.
“Are you in, little girl, or are you the one doing the jerking around now? I have one private scene a night, so I’m not gonna waste my time if you don’t really want to play. You look like you’re trying to muster up interest or courage. I’m no fucking consolation prize or coddler. I’m a damn good thrill for any female sub, no matter what we do. You can stop the scene at any time. I can see it on your face that you’re making it a bigger deal than it has to be. It’s casual and fun, nothing serious.”
“I want to, I do, but I will not be doing any jerking.”
“I know. I’d never ask you to disregard your Dom. But since you are responsible for this insufferable condition,” he ground my hand against his yummy hardness again and lowered his voice a notch as he added, “you should at least do me the courtesy of watching me resolve it.”
What! Instant turn-on. My mouth dropped open and my heart started beating faster, both at the paddle raps and yowls behind me and the eloquently spoken invite to visually dine on what I could already tell was a fine specimen of manhood. When he released my hand, I let go of him. “You’re right. Bearing fault, it would be irresponsible and rude of me to leave you in such a state. I might be in, but, sorry, I just can’t take you seriously in orchid.”
“Fuck the purple,” he said, then stripped off both shirts right out in the open in one swoop and tossed them in a ball over the banister. Oh my god. I think drool might have spilled over my lip, but I couldn’t truly feel anything in this state of mind-numbing gawkery. “Yay or nay, Addison? Your call.”
I yanked my eyes away and peered over the wooden rail to see where the shirt had landed. My mouth still hung embarrassingly agape when I looked back.
He stood there half-naked, with that fiercely sexy tattoo, and no one seemed to notice or care. Oh, my cunt
sure did, squeezing and dripping like the fuck hole it is.
I narrowed my eyes and stiffened my back. “I’m in. Lead the way.” I almost called him Sir but stopped myself at the S, letting out only a hiss. “Jason,” I added. One person was my Sir. Just one. I wasn’t sure what to call him then. Master felt really weird and Sir was out. Maybe I wouldn’t have to call him anything. Maybe I could just keep my mouth shut. Yeah, as if that would even happen. I couldn’t believe I was doing this.
“Delightful.” Crazy how he could turn such a pretty word into a hard punch. “Follow me.”
Feeling sexually charged, I stalked after him with my shoulders high and pussy tingling.
He walked me two-thirds of the way across the balcony, then turned left and escorted me down a hallway. I followed him into a room at the end through double doors. It was navy blue and white in a nautical theme with circle windows and nets. Of course a kinky mermaid held a flogger next to an anchor on the wall. For normal furniture, there was a recliner, a sectional couch with ottomans, end tables and a coffee table, but for kink, there were ropes hanging from the ceiling for suspension, a swing, a horse, a spanking bench and two St. Andrews crosses, one along the wall, and another parallel with the floor that looked like it had movable arms. A decked-out dungeon at sea. This would be very hot for stowaway fantasies. Very.
“This is my private room on Saturday nights,” he said. “Doors opened or closed?” He waved me in deeper and I passed him and looked around.
“Um, closed.” If he was going to jerk off for me, and possible dominate me without contact, I would enjoy it more in private. I turned back, blushed and cleared my throat when he smirked at me with a wickedly filthy gaze.
He hung a red scarf on the door knob outside and closed the door. “What. You don’t want to share the good view of my package?”
“Nope. I want a private show or whatever this is.”
I watched him slide the whip off his belt loop. He flipped it over his shoulder and the end of the lash bit him in the ass. He didn’t even flinch or wince. “Fun for me, that’s what it is. Are you wearing panties?”
I nodded. “Yes.”
“Take them off.” Holding my gaze, he snaked the whip off his shoulder and whisked it like a dragonfly across my thighs, right under my hem. I gasped. It tickled more than hurt and left me buzzing with desire.
That simple order, three little words, set me ablaze, having been so sternly said and insistent.
I was about to object but didn’t want to be some baby sub who couldn’t handle a wee bit of domination. In just a few days, I’d proven myself more than capable of serving well, and I felt confident in my submission. Besides, I was sizzling down below. If Thor wanted my panties off, they were fucking coming off! I bit my tongue, chomping away my urge to say, “Yes, Sir.” But was he going to whip me? We didn’t agree to that.
I shut off my inner voice of chastisement and slid my thumbs up my hips, hooked the strings and pushed to skim them down my legs. I wouldn’t even be here if Logan hadn’t ditched me for days. I deserved some fun and relaxation, dammit. When lace landed around my boots, I bent, stripped them off and handed them to him as he held out his hand.
He stuffed my panties into his pocket as he walked to the back of the couch, then held his palm out directionally and said, “Sit here, Addison.”
“Thank you.” I walked over and sat on the couch. He dropped the whip on the cushion beside me.
He strode over to the opposite side of the L, sat and hunched over to rest his elbow on his knee and his chin on his fist. “Hike your skirt. Show me your treasure first.” His attention was so intense.
Hot as blazes, I exhaled through puckered lips. My fingers trembled as I tugged leather up and exposed my bareness to his gaze.
“Mmm, nice slide. Spread your legs for me. Open wide.”
“God,” I whispered, quaking like fall leaves in a gust.
“Are you feeling naughty?”
“Very.”
“Are you horny?”
Horny? Are you kidding me? My lungs and walls were scalded from molten iron. I closed my eyes, nodded and gulped, my swallow crunching loudly in my ears.
“I know you are, hot stuff. Show me. Open those legs. I want to gaze upon your lickable fruit.”
Gaze upon. I hummed then let out two quick breaths. Hands on my thighs, I did as he asked and spread them apart, almost as far as I could go, but not all the way. Having learned my lesson, I didn’t want to get stuck in pain again, if I could help it. I tugged my skirt up more to give Jason a good view.
“Mmm. Nice. You are indeed glistening and engorged with desire. What made you so red hot?”
“Hearing the paddle strike flesh again and again. Sabrina loves to get it.”
“I know. I’ve spanked and paddled that sweet rump before.”
“Not surprising she’d seek out the best. But you shoving my hand to your hard cock, twice, that turned me on the most.”
“Nice, I love hearing that. I’ll let you judge in a minute. Squeeze for me, tighten up. I want to see if you can dance down there. Not all women can.”
I did pulsing Kegels several times for him, and even though I knew the movement was barely visible with it being internal, he must’ve seen something worthy of the Dove-chocolate-melting moan that rolled out of his throat.
“Mmm, so pretty. I love that you waxed. I can see everything pink and wet. So smooth and sweet. Say ‘Red’ if you want to stop at any time.”
“Red. Okay. I can’t call you Sir nor can I come for you. I’m not allowed. Please, please don’t push me to the brink. I don’t want to break his number one rule.”
“I will respect that. You can call me Thor if you want. Stay open for me.”
Though I stopped squeezing, I ran my hands along my thighs seductively. “I’ve thought it, but saying Thor is too ridiculous. It’ll pull me out of the zone.”
“Hmm. How about Daddy? Not in the incestuous way. I mean in the Daddy-Dom, little-sub way. Though there are people who truly like to play on that domestic note, that’s too kinky even for me. Your damn ponytails are so brat-sexy and applicable.”
“Sure. I guess that’s fine. I’ll pretend to be your babygirl. I’m being naughty anyway. But, I thought you didn’t have time for kid games.”
“This is a scene not a play date. Entirely different. With a play date, which is all the more engrossed in the realm of fantasy, for hours, I can’t afford to have a woman attach to me in that way. That’s especially a danger with true littles who are yearning for connection and care. Though I do have a rough-it-up lust, I’m ultimately a nurturing Dom, allowing a lot of joint construction to ensure mutual satisfaction. So they flock to me like moths to moonlight, especially, those annoying, teenie-bop brats, who act snotty and hellish just so they can get spankings and hugs.”
“Yeah. Annoying. Glad I don’t know anyone like that.”
He winked at me and beamed like a sprite who finds the sport in humiliation and trickery.
“I get your point though. I attached to my Dom with one spanking, so, I understand totally. I was very bad, and he set me straight with his strong hand and a ping pong paddle and the belt.” I started squeezing my walls for his pleasure again.
“Looks like you could use some more straightening. You are such a bad girl now. Look at you, squeezing that pretty kitty for a Daddy you don’t even know, pumping like a slow heartbeat, just because I asked you to. So special and delicious.” He licked his bottom lip with a slow stroke. “And worthy of another spanking I’d say.” I watched him tug his top button free. “Show me how wet you are for my … unseemly desires.”
I moistened my fingers with my juices and showed him, to which he gave me one nod of approval. “Thank you for calling my kitten bits pretty, Daddy. But, button fly jeans? Gosh. Those are so out of style.”
“Offended by my fashion choices again? It’s self-preservation against sloppy zip-ups.”
“Oh, right.” I giggled, then clam
med up because his slow, unbuttoning reveal was too freakin’ sexy for merriment or more words. He leaned back and ran his index finger down the new gulf. I could see a decent hint of hair and flesh. God. No underwear. My mouth juiced up and pussy squeezed on its own when he tugged his mammoth cock out of his jeans and slid fingertips down to highlight the intimidating length before my eyes.
He held his hard cock in his grip. “You’ve never seen this before. I’ve been waiting for a special moment to show it to you.” His circled fingers trailed up and down the shaft. “See how hard I am for you, princess? You did this to me. You made it grow and stiffen up. Do you like it?”
“Wow. Yes! You have such a ginormous lollipop, Daddy.”
“You know where this goes, don’t you?”
I shrugged. “Um, my mouth? It does look nice and yummy to lick and suck.” I ran a stroke of my tongue across my bottom lip and bit it.
He was still slowly stroking up and down as he said, “Good guess, but not just there. It can go also up your tight ass, get stuffed between those cute breasts or feet, and drive into that lovely, precious heartbeat between your legs.”
I gawked like a shocked young girl. “Oh, Daddy. That sounds so bad.”
“It is. Bad but so fun. Stick your finger deep into your wet hole, pretty girl, and imagine me sliding this huge thing in there.”
“That’s so dirty.”
“I know. You’re my dirty girl. Slide in. Do it. I will drag you by the hair and stick you in the corner if you disobey me or hesitate again. Do exactly as I say now. I want to hear how wet and slippery you are for me. ”
“Okay.” When I tucked two digits in, he hummed. I was already sloshing wet.
“I’d ram this right in there while grabbing your hair and pounding you hard enough to make you scream. Maybe some other day. Right now, I’m going to show you how I like to be stroked and squeezed. Watch me closely. Commit it to memory, all right?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
He tugged a bottle of cherry lube out of trunk beside the couch. I felt bad that he had to resort to lubrication from a bottle when I was juiced up to him into my mouth or cunt. He squirted a liberal amount into his palm and added more vigor to the slide along his fine, hard shaft. I could smell the fruity aroma from over here. His grip got tighter and he shoved it down again and again towards his sac. “Doesn’t this look like fun?”
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