by S. J. Maylee
She kept putting off coming back to the club, knowing she'd only want him, but the club was holding a new event on the stage and she was hoping it would be the key to all her problems. A new experience, separate from anything she'd ever had before. She'd given permission for them to bind her body and blindfold her. Any Dom in the theater would be allowed to touch her. They'd bring her pleasure, for sure. The last submissive orgasmed several times before she'd finally called out her safe word. They had to carry her off the stage.
The audience was full of Doms she'd either never played with or hadn't played with in a very long time. Tonight was her night. She'd get back to what she knew she needed. Maybe then she could finally move past her feelings for Marcus.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Jake pulled out new bindings while a sub cleaned the doctor's table on stage.
“You and Simon have both asked me already. I'm doing this.”
“Okay.” He checked his phone. “Leave your robe on the hook and come on out.”
She slipped out of her robe, leaving her only in her garter, stockings, and heels. The rowdy crowd quieted the second she stepped out on stage. A couple of catcalls came from the back, breaking the silence. The heat from the lights soothed her jitters, as did the cheers of appreciation coming from the crowd. She waved at them and they got louder. She held Simon's hand as he helped her onto the table. He and Jake guided her feet into the stirrups.
“The garters are a nice touch.”
“Thanks.” They'd been her go-to-garments as of late. She lay down and reached out her arms.
“You've agreed to be blindfolded?” Jake secured the straps across her waist and at her wrists.
“Yes, please.” She didn't want to see who volunteered for the scene. The Dom really didn't matter. She just needed the scene.”
“Try and relax.” Simon placed the fabric over her eyes. She raised her head and he slipped the binding behind her head. “Can you see anything? Is it too tight?”
“No. It's good.”
“Jake and I are staying right here. If you need anything, just let us know. Your safe word tonight is red?” He rubbed her shoulder.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Just listen to the sounds around you. The first Dom will be here soon.”
“Thank you, Master Simon.”
“You're welcome, Gina.”
The calls for the scene to start were getting louder and louder. A bead of sweat rolled down her temple. Her breathing increased as well. Any moment someone would touch her. Most of the scenes had started with a pinch to the breast or a stroke to the pussy. She didn't know where the first Dom would start.
That day in her guesthouse, Marcus touched her pussy first. He'd stroked through her folds and brought her so much pleasure. He'd also brought a lot of pain back to the surface. A lot of that pain was out now, no longer buried. She didn't need to hold onto it anymore. She could let it go. So many things she could let go. Some things she didn't want to let go of.
“The lights are so hot.” She turned her head from side to side. Her heart raced. This wasn't right.
“A Dom is coming. I see him now. It won't be but a few more seconds,” Simon said.
“I don't know.” She tugged on her bindings.
“Do you need your safe word?”
“Marcus?” Nerves like giant mountains shook her awake. Damn, that sounded like Marcus. Even here, she couldn't get him out of her head. Her pussy warmed at the idea of him being here, of him showing up right at the moment she needed him. It would be a sweet dream if she hadn't chased him away. Her heart beat an unsteady rhythm. She wished he were here. She wanted him here.
“I'm not surprised this crowd is hungry for you.” A firm grip caressed her thigh. “You're fucking gorgeous with the lights shining all over you.”
“Marcus?” It did sound like him.
“I'm here, sweetheart.” He cupped her pussy. “I see you wore my favorite garters.”
“Marcus.” She realized why she'd been wearing them. All this time, she'd been dressing for him, wearing the ones he'd appreciated the first day in the guesthouse. She tugged on her bindings. “Please.” She wanted to touch him. Shouts from the crowd repeated a chant over and over.
“I think they want me to taste you.” He ran his fingers through her folds. “I'll give them what they want, if it's what you want as well.”
“Yes, Sir.” She whispered.
“You don't want someone else up here?” He must have stepped back because his touch disappeared.
“No.” She cried out. “Don't go.”
“You want me here?” His touch dragged through her folds once more.
“I only want you.” She sucked on her lip. “Oh please, don't leave me. It's you. Only you.”
“Are you done pushing me away?” He brushed over her clit.
“Yes, Sir.” She tugged at her straps.
“I want you in my life, Gina.” Warm lips pressed against hers and his tongue invaded her mouth. She met him stroke for stroke, loving his taste. She breathed him in. Her body relaxed as comfort soothed her soul.
He pulled away and kissed her forehead. “This time it's all about you and me.” He removed the blindfold from her eyes. “It's not about anyone else anymore. It's about us.” He touched his forehead to hers. “Hi.”
“Hi.” She smiled up at him, so glad to see his stern gaze shining down on her. “You really want me? You haven't thought more clearly about everything?”
“Sweetheart, I've loved you for most of my life. I don't ever see that changing.” He kissed her gently. “What about you?”
“I've tried to not love you countless ways.”
“Having any success?”
“No, I'm an utter failure.” Her cheeks pinched under the pressure of her smile and tears filled her eyes.
“You really know how to make a guy feel wanted.” He tugged her nipple.
She arched her back. The muffled sounds of the crowd reminded her they weren't alone. The whole theater was there to witness their strange courtship.
“If we do this. We do it full out. I'm all in.”
“You want a commitment?”
“Yes and I want it right now. Out in the open and declared for everyone.” He undid her bindings. “You deserve to know where you stand with me.”
She threw herself at him, hugging him tight. “I'm guessing you want to know the same.”
“Absolutely. There will be no guessing how we feel about each other.” He pulled back and looked directly at her. “Acceptable?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good.” He removed her shoes and took her hand, holding her tight while she slipped off the table. “I want everyone to know who you belong to.”
She followed him to the edge of the stage. It had been a long time since she practiced her poses. She tightened her core and slowed her movement, as she knelt on one knee and then the other, being sure to keep her knees spread. Reaching behind her, she clasped her hands and straightened her back just enough to present her breasts, but kept her gaze down. It hadn't been perfect, but she'd done it.
“Change of plans tonight.” He caressed her head. The crowd moaned.
“Gina belongs to me. No one else will be having her tonight or any other night.” His hand stilled. “She's mine.” He reached down, helped her to stand, and then picked her up. She wrapped her arms around his neck and he scooped up her legs, carrying her out of the theater.
Once they entered the club, the crowd parted. Each Master they passed patted him on his back. Members shouted their cheers of congratulations. She heard some girls hollering from the dance floor. Anne and Lydia were jumping up and down, waving and smiling. Marcus kept moving, right up the back staircase to the private rooms. Once they entered a room, he tossed her on the bed.
“Your mother told me I would need to wait for you.” He closed the door and removed his shirt. The shoes were the next to go. “She said you wouldn't be ready until you could admit all you felt for
me.”
“She said that?” She scooted back on the bed.
“In the letter.” He unzipped his fly and removed his pants as well. His cock was thick and ready.
“Oh.” She licked her lips. “She was always telling me to tell you how I felt.”
“Why didn't you?” He climbed onto the bed.
“I was afraid you wouldn't love me.” She spread her legs for him.
“You're done hiding from me.” He kissed the inside of her knee. “Tell me now.” He kissed her thigh. “Say it.” He stopped right above her pussy.
“I love you.”
He licked through her folds, sucking her clit into his mouth.
“I love you.” She arched back and rocked her pussy against his face.
He sucked harder as he thrust several fingers inside her. Each pull on her clit sent her closer and closer to ecstasy. He kissed his way from her naval to her breast, giving her nipple a little bite before settling his body over hers.
“I love you.” All the anxiety she'd held onto for years fled her system, giving way for something new. She kissed him, exploring his mouth and tasting herself on his tongue.
He swept the head of his cock through her folds. “I love you, too.” He pushed in and their love took over. She grabbed onto him, meeting his strokes with all the force of her feelings rushing out. It was so damn powerful. She knew then why she'd never let him in. The emotion had so much weight. It forced everything else out. There was nothing else but the two of them. He was her everything. A dam burst and pure pleasure surged from her core.
“Fuck, you feel good.” Marcus’s throaty tone vibrated over her senses.
She squeezed him tight. “I don't ever want to let you go.”
“You don't have to.” He kissed her gently. “I am yours.”
Epilogue
A few months later
Marcus stepped out onto the patio. He couldn't remember ever seeing a more beautiful setting. From the first day he saw this place he knew it was special.
“I told you my wife made magic out of parties.” Seth stopped next to him and clinked his glass.
“You're absolutely right. Andrew says the gardener she hired finished everything on his list.” Marcus looked around the party. “You have impressive contacts, Seth. Between your wife and all the help that Brad provided, you're a really good friend to have.”
“You’re most welcome,” Seth said.
“I thought Brad was coming too.” Marcus checked his watch. “I wanted to thank him again. His firm is really helping Gina and Leslie get everything straightened out.”
“He said he had to work.” Seth rolled his eyes. “He's always working.”
“Please let me know if there is ever anything I can do for him.”
“I'll do that.”
Gina walked out of the guesthouse, followed closely by Jane, Anne, Lydia, and Seth's wife, Ivy.
“Where are Simon and Janna? I thought they were coming up this weekend?” Seth checked his watch.
“They wanted to be here, but Keller has them on a tight deadline. Jane even had to come up without Rob.”
“That's nice Jane came by herself.”
“Yes, she and Gina have become thick as thieves.”
“Wild how some things turn out.”
Gina made her way onto the patio and hugged him.
“Hello, sweetheart. Are you girls staying out of trouble?” He rubbed her ass, hoping to renew the sting he set on her the night before.
“Mostly.” She giggled. “We almost couldn't get Jane out of the swing.”
“I think everyone is having a good time.”
“Agreed. You were right.” She smiled up at him and his whole life came into focus. “This party was a great idea. We should throw more of them.”
“Sounds good to me, my love.” For as long as he could remember his heart was tied to hers. It was going to be his pleasure to give her everything she needed. Whether she knew she needed it or not.
The End
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