Rule Breaker

by Sienna Snow

  He lifted his elbow and I grasped it as if needing a lifeline. The wine I’d indulged in hadn’t relaxed me the way I’d hoped.

  Standing on wobbly legs, I followed Max up a flight of stairs. As we went, people greeted Max and surveyed me with curiosity. Many of the women were dressed similarly to me, but the men varied from tight leather pants and vests to three-piece suits.

  We climbed the staircase and entered another lounge that was three times the size of the one below. In the center, ten different rooms positioned in a circle. Wall-sized windows separated each space from the lounge. Groups of people lingered around each scene.

  I grabbed Max’s arm for balance. “Wow, the floor is moving.”

  “We wanted our scenes enjoyed by all the patrons. The rotating floor creates a unique environment where those who prefer to sit in the lounge area can still experience the performances in each room.”

  “Do you plan for us to perform?”

  “No, Arya. I may love parading you around, but I will never let anyone enjoy our private moments. Everything we do is for me and you only.”

  I sighed in relief, and Max chuckled.

  The first room we approached held a couple engaged in a bit of wax play. The submissive was a shirtless male laid across a table with his hands bound above his head and his feet clasped to the wooden legs. His straining cock pressed against the cotton material of his shorts, and precum dampened the center of the fabric. His Domme slowly poured golden wax across each nipple and blew. The sub moaned aloud but kept still, not flinching a single muscle.

  I licked my lips, remembering the night of wax I’d spent with Max.

  “Maybe next time, I’ll do the same thing to you. Would you like that?”

  “Yes,” I said with a breathless whisper.

  “Come, there are more scenes to observe.”

  Each room contained various acts of pleasure, from spanking, orgasm denial, knife play, and ménage scenes to full-on fucking. Each of the acts built upon the other, and by the time we arrived at the last area, I was a panting mess.

  This space held a beautiful, masked brunette anchored to a Saint Andrew’s cross with her equally handsome and masked Dom wielding a long-tailed bullwhip. He was naked above the waist, and his sub was clad in a black leather bikini and leather thigh-high boots. I couldn’t take my eyes off them. With each strike of the whip, the submissive arched toward her lover. She begged, but her Dom told her to be patient and kissed her before he stepped back for another strike.

  He struck between her breasts and down her abdomen. She shifted her hips up and took each blow with pleasure. The final strike grazed the juncture of her thighs, and she screamed out her release as the Dom covered her mouth with his, swallowing her cry.

  “They’re beautiful. Why do they want to share this with everyone?”

  Max’s finger trailed down my neck. “Because here they can express their love and desire for each other without judgment. As you said, they’re beautiful. The vanilla world wouldn’t appreciate the raw emotion they hold for each other.”

  “They resemble Milla and Lex so much I almost wish it was them.”

  Max chuckled and kissed my neck.

  All of the sudden, the couple stopped their embrace and redirected their attention toward me. Others who were watching the scene followed suit.

  “Why are they staring at us?” I whispered.

  His hand rested possessively on my naked lower back. “Because of who you are to me.”

  I shifted my gaze from the couple to his face. “What do you mean?”

  “I’ve never scened or been with any submissive at the club. Plus the case that held this collar is empty, and the missing jewelry is around your neck.”

  My hand went to my throat. “How long have you had this?”

  “Over five years. I had it made almost as soon as I left you at the camp. I kept it in the case, hoping one day it would belong to you.”

  “But why create a club like this if you’ve never participated?”

  “Before Lex and I had our falling out, we planned this place. I thought even though I didn’t have you in my life, I could still have a club for others to enjoy without the interference of the outside world.” Max cupped the side of my face and drew me toward him. His lips lightly touched mine. “Now that you belong to me, I can finally play here.” He deepened the kiss and any other questions running through my head disappeared. God, I loved his mouth.

  A throat cleared behind us, breaking the trance I had fallen under. Max glanced up. A shadow of irritation crossed his face before he masked it.

  The man spoke with a heavy Russian accent. “Maxwell, good to see you. Now who is this lovely creature? She must have many unique talents to pull you off the market.”

  I held back the desire to smack the condescending man. I followed Max’s instructions by keeping my eyes on him.

  “Hello, Christof. Yes, she’s very special.”

  Holy shit—Vladimir Christof. Why would he come here? Rumor had it he was an over-the-top sadist. A place like this didn’t cater to the urges he had.

  The hairs on the back of my neck prickled. If he knew I stood masked before him, he probably wouldn’t think I was special.

  I knew the Russian industrialist and suspected arms dealer hated Lex, Milla, and me, no matter what I’d told Milla about him losing interest in us.

  A lump formed in my stomach. What if he was involved in the threats against us?

  No, I shook the thought from my mind. Christof wasn’t known for threats; if he wanted someone dead he took care of it without warning.

  “I see you trained her well. What does she go by?”

  “Mine.” Max clenched his jaw. “You’re a guest here, but your reputation for poaching is well-known. Please be mindful of club regulations.”

  “I meant no offense. I found the news of your taking a submissive very intriguing and wanted to introduce myself. She is quite lovely. Indian, I presume?”

  “Yes.”

  “You do gravitate toward the exotic. It’s amazing that beautiful and sexually adventurous women come from such a conservative culture.”

  I hated this man. If he weren’t dangerous, I would have punched him that second.

  “Some of us are luckier than others.” Max kept his face stoic, not giving away his irritation.

  “It’s nice to know you have finally replaced your lady love from years ago. Must be very interesting to have this stunning woman in your life when you work with your ex daily.”

  Both Max and I stiffened. “You know a lot about my affairs, Christof,” he said carefully.

  “I make it my business to study as much about my rivals as possible. Imagine my surprise when your name appeared in my research into the ever-elusive Ms. Rey. Too bad you broke her heart and changed her into the emotionless being she is today.”

  “Let’s keep this friendly and leave personal issues out of your experience here at the club.”

  “Oh, I plan to. Jacob has invited me to join him in a scene with a beautiful blonde he favors. Too bad you aren’t into sharing. This goddess is the epitome of a proper submissive.” He ran his finger down the back of my arm.

  It took all my willpower to stay still. His touch made my skin crawl.

  “Not once has she taken her eyes off you to glance my way.”

  “Yes, I’m a very fortunate man who never, ever shares. Enjoy your evening.”

  Max led me past Christof and into a dark area where he pushed me against the wall. He took my mouth in a desperate demand, stopping for a mere second before devouring me again. “Watching him touch you made me want to kill him. You are mine, Arya. Do you understand?”

  “Yes,” I voiced breathlessly.

  “Please tell me the rumors aren’t true, and you weren’t involved in his lost arms deal.” He leaned his forehead against mine.

  “I didn’t know we were targeting anyone when we designed the program. Working with MI6 as a graduate school intern was a dream com
e true. I never thought they’d use it in an actual operation.”

  “Ari, you have too many secrets. Every time I turn around, I discover another one.”

  Boy, he didn’t know the half of it. I closed my eyes, letting him hold me.

  “Maybe one day you’ll stop keeping me at arm’s length.”

  My lips trembled. “I promise. Max, why is Jacob sceneing with Christof?”

  “I don’t know, but I plan to find out. Jacob’s association with him puts everyone at the company under scrutiny.”

  Max released me and pressed his thumb against a plate on the wall. A green light appeared and the wall opened, revealing another room. Max guided me in and I gawked in amazement. Each wall of the decagon-shaped room was glass and looked into one of the public playrooms. In the center of the room, monitors displayed camera angles from every point of the facility.

  “Can they see us?”

  “No, this is one-way glass. We’re in my private office. Only a handful of people know about its existence.”

  I spotted a spanking bench sitting in the center of the room but thought nothing of it. The couple performing with the bullwhip and the Saint Andrew’s cross drew my attention. I touched the glass of the room and fell into their scene.

  The Dom used the handle of the whip to trace a line over the sub’s breast, down her abdomen and then between her legs. The sub moaned and thrashed against her restraints.

  My breath hitched.

  He stopped and walked over to the observation windows. With a touch of a button, the glass clouded over to black, blocking out the public viewing area. He returned to his submissive, kissed her, and whispered something in her ear that caused a tear to run down her face.

  She mouthed the words I love you. And her Dom resumed his ministration with the bullwhip.

  “Do we look like that when we’re together?”

  “Yes. We feel about each other the same way they do.”

  I continued observing the couple.

  “Does watching them arouse you?” Max whispered into my ear as his palm crept around me.

  I gasped. I was so lost in the scene, I hadn’t sensed Max lingering behind me.

  “I asked you a question.”

  I didn’t respond. My fingers remained on the one-way glass and my gaze fixed on the couple. I licked my lips.

  “Arya, are you listening?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “What are you saying yes to?”

  “You asked if they arouse me. Yes, Sir. They do.”

  “Let me see.” Max’s fingers slid from my waist to my G-string. He used one hand to move the silk to the side and the other to explore my folds.

  “Mmmm, you’re drenched.” He rubbed my clit as he spread my juices then pushed two digits into me.

  “Ahhh.”

  “Do you like that?”

  “Yesss,” I moaned.

  He pulled out and brought his fingers to my mouth. “Suck.”

  I followed his command and my own essence exploded in my mouth, which sent another rush of wetness down my pussy.

  “Did you enjoy tasting yourself?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Good, now come here, but keep your eyes on them.”

  I moved in a trance, a voyeur to the couple’s intimacy. They stared intently at each other, their love for one another blazing with each strike of the whip. Desire pulsed throughout the room, evident by the sub’s moans and her Dom’s straining erection.

  I ached to touch myself. I shifted my hands but they were bound by two leather straps attached to the sides of the spanking bench. Startled, I jerked my arms but it only pitched me forward against the bench.

  Oh hell. I hadn’t noticed Max maneuvering me or tying me down.

  “Sir?” I asked.

  “It’s time for your punishment.”

  CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

  My heart leaped into my throat, as Max pressed his leather-covered, rock-solid cock against my back and positioned me so my knees rested on the sides of the bench. He angled my ass high into the air and my face downward.

  The paddle sat within arm’s reach to my side.

  When had he brought that in here?

  “For every question you don’t answer truthfully, you will receive a strike.” Max slid my G-string down, leaving it hanging around my knees. “Did you lie when you said you didn’t want me to call or communicate with you outside of the playroom?”

  “No, I—”

  Smack.

  The sting shot through me. My butt cheek burned, tingling more than hurt.

  “Do you push me away because you’re afraid you’ll become attached?”

  How do I admit I’d never stopped being attached? “No, Sir. I—”

  Smack.

  I cried out. My core spasmed and my pussy wept. Dizziness filled my mind.

  “Are you sorry for pushing me today?” Max rubbed my sore cheeks.

  “Maybe.”

  Smack.

  I hissed.

  “Yes or no?”

  “No, Sir.”

  Smack.

  “I told the truth,” I called out.

  “No, you didn’t. You wouldn’t have apologized earlier if you hadn’t regretted it.” Max took the handle of the paddle and traced the seam of my lips, stopping a heartbeat away from my clit. “Are you falling in love with me again?”

  “No, Sir.” I never stopped loving you.

  Smack.

  “Why won’t you admit it?”

  “I can’t.” Tears ran down my face. My orgasm loomed and my ass pulsed with fire.

  Smack.

  Wetness ran down my thighs. How was it possible to be aroused and cry at the same time?

  “Do you need me?”

  Of course, I do. But how do I know you won’t leave me once you learn about the girls?

  I didn’t respond and waited for the next strike, but nothing came.

  I glanced behind me to see the paddle laying on the side table and Max walking away. He sighed in frustration and then ran his hand through his hair. He moved to the bar near his desk, poured himself a drink, then downed the contents.

  He came back to me, crouching down to make us eye level. “For every lie you’ve spoken you will receive two strikes. Now tell me how many?”

  I remained silent. Max walked behind me and ran a hand over my aching ass and down between my drenched thighs. His fingers slid easily into me, pumping in and out.

  I moaned and shifted trying to maneuver his rhythm. My core throbbed, hanging on the edge of release.

  “Please, let me come,” I begged. “I need your cock, not your fingers.”

  He stopped. “Tell me how many strikes do you desire.”

  “Ten,” I whimpered.

  Max picked up the paddle and I closed my eyes in anticipation.

  He caressed my tender cheeks and folds, and then commanded, “Count.”

  Smack.

  “One.”

  Smack.

  “Two.”

  Smack.

  I counted each strike, crying out as the sensation in my pussy increased tenfold. A haze surrounded me as my mind separated from my body, and euphoria filled me. My orgasm was close, but every time I was on the verge of going over, Max paused and hurled me down from my high. The lashes of the paddle stroked every surface of my ass but never close enough to my swollen, throbbing core.

  “How many more, Ari?”

  God, I’d lost count.

  “I can’t remember.”

  Smack. My pussy spasmed.

  “Please.”

  “No, tell me how many you have left.”

  I thought back over each strike. “Two more, Sir.”

  “Good.” Max massaged my thighs with his free hand. “Where do you want them, Arya? On your beautiful ass or somewhere else?”

  “My…my—”

  Smack.

  He hit my cheek, near my labia but too far away from…

  “Please,” I moaned.

  �
�Say it. You have one more left.”

  “On my pussy.” Everything inside me quivered and waited for the strike.

  “Come for me, baby.”

  SMACK.

  My orgasm erupted as my mind whirled. “Max!” I called, arching back and then falling forward against the leather of the bench.

  My breath slowed, and I studied the couple on the other side of the glass. Their intense lovemaking session against the Saint Andrew’s cross ignited another quiver in my core. At the same moment, Max positioned the head of his cock at my entrance.

  “Before I give both of us what we crave, tell me the truth. Why were you angry with me?”

  How do I explain something I don’t understand myself?

  “I’m waiting.”

  Tears flowed once again. “Because…Because…”

  Max nudged my pussy and stopped. “Say it, Arya.”

  “Because I need you and I know I wouldn’t survive if you left me again.”

  “Finally, the truth.” Max plunged balls deep and began pounding me.

  I closed my eyes, reveling in his uncontrolled and demanding movements.

  “Watch them,” Max said, and I lifted my head.

  The Dom fucked his sub as Max fucked me. Our rhythms were in harmony. Suddenly we all cried and came. I clutched around Max’s cock, letting the intensity of my orgasm wash over me until my vision blurred.

  I woke to find a cool, soft pillow under my head and the heat of a warm body behind me.

  Where am I?

  I must have fallen into deep subspace. Milla had talked about it, but to actually experience it was something else altogether. I remembered the out-of-body sensation during my punishment, but the last orgasm had to have sent me over the edge. I smiled inside. That was definitely a whopper of an orgasm.

  I shifted to my back and caught Max’s eyes watching me. His smile was content. “Welcome back.”

  “That was the first time I’ve…umm, ever…”

  “Gone into deep subspace,” Max finished my thought. He leaned over me and kissed my forehead. “Don’t worry. I took care of you.”

  I arched and kissed him again, when all of the sudden I remembered what I’d told him right before I blanked out. “Max, about what I said before—”