by Rose Nickol
He led her into the kitchen and sat her at the bar to read and sign the contract while he went to the dungeon to pack his toy bag. He planned on taking Dottie to a private room for some play after he finished showing her around.
Chapter Nine
The week had been quiet and there was little activity from the General, but Derek wasn’t ready to let his guard down. He still didn’t trust things, it was too quiet.
But now was not the time to worry about the General. He was taking Dottie to his club and he needed to set down some rules. She had read the contract and knew all the club rules, but he had a few personal rules he wanted her to follow as his sub, even if it was only for one night. He would tell her in the truck.
For the trip to the club, he pulled out big blue, his personal monster truck. Opening the door, he helped her up and in and had her scoot to the middle before crawling in himself. Making sure she was secured before fastening his own belt, he started them on the way.
“Dottie, in addition to the rules for the club which were in the contract you signed, I have a few personal rules as a Dom that I want my subs to follow. The first one is no speaking without permission, even to me. If you want to say something, you may touch my arm and I will give you permission to speak, other than that you are to be quiet at all times. The second rule is you do not touch, shake hands, or anything with anyone but me. If I want you to shake hands I will let you know. Third, no looking at any other Dom or Domme in the eye. You will be able to tell the Doms and Dommes by their apparel. Subs, male and female, will be dressed similarly to you and Doms and Dommes will be dressed similar to me. Do you have any questions?”
Yeah, I have questions, Mister. Number one, who do you think you are and what the hell do you mean I have to follow rules? Dottie thought to herself, but being a smart woman, said, “I’m not sure why I have to do these things. What does it matter who I talk to or if I shake hands and if I look people in the eyes?”
Dottie saw him take a deep breath before he answered. Had she made him mad?
“Dottie, in a Dom/sub relationship, I make the rules, you follow them. I don’t want you offending anyone accidentally by saying or doing the wrong thing. I know you’re a smart, intelligent woman, but this is a totally new environment for you and you have no idea what you’re getting into or how to behave in this world. If you have set rules, it will make you more comfortable. Now instead of not knowing how to respond to something someone may say that may make you uncomfortable, you have the excuse that your Dom won’t allow you to talk and don’t have to answer anything that may make you uncomfortable. Most of the people you meet tonight will know that I am one of the owners and will expect you to behave in a certain way because they know that is the way I expect my subs to behave. No one will think anything less of you and they will respect you more for following my rules. The rules are to protect you, not to humiliate or make you feel less of yourself. Can you do this for me, baby?”
Dottie thought a moment. What Derek had said made sense and he wasn’t really asking that much of her. If the rules were truly for her protection, then it made sense to do what he said.
“Will everyone else be doing the same?” she asked, curious if she was the only one who had to follow rules.
“Each Dom has his own rules for his sub, and they are all different. Everyone in the club has to follow the rules on the contract you signed or they get their membership put on probation or revoked depending on what they do, but the rules for individual subs depends on the Doms. Some subs will kneel and crawl and not walk in their Master’s presence, some will wear a gag. There are all kinds of rules for different situations. If you just do as I have asked you, you will be fine.”
He wanted to reassure her but keep her scared enough to obey him. Derek wasn’t really worried about Dottie, he knew she could do what he asked and that there wouldn’t be a problem.
Derek had taken subs to the club before, but never anyone he was as serious about as Dottie. He wanted to show her off and proclaim to the world that she was his and his alone, and if anyone even thought about looking at her too long or touching her there would be hell to pay.
Derek have given Dottie a leather jacket of his to wear, which was too big, but looked good on her and covered her from her shoulders to mid-thigh. She looked hot.
Taking her in the club, he gave her paperwork to the receptionist, then showed her were the locker rooms were but took her to his office to leave her jacket. He sat her on the couch in his office and then gave her a brief description of what the club would look like and what she was likely to see so she wouldn’t be shocked. Leaving his toy bag on the couch, he took her to show her the club.
The night was early and it was quiet, not a lot of activities or guests happening yet. It would be busier later, but Derek had planned on getting there before the crowd so he could show Dottie around. Friday and Saturday night were normally the busiest, but most of the activity happened later.
Derek showed her the various play stations and stages where there were demonstrations. Then he took her to the bar and introduced her to the bartender, explaining that there was a two-drink limit.
The bartender looked familiar, but Dottie couldn’t place him. “Hey, Dottie, you remember me? Tyler, we met last Friday.”
“God, you idiot, don’t remind her of that. Dottie, he was one of the agents at Quantico, and he’s one of my partners here. You can say hi and talk to him.”
“Yeah, Dottie, don’t talk without permission, he’ll wallop on your ass if you do,” Tyler told her.
Dottie didn’t know if he was teasing or not, so she just smiled and said, “Hi.”
After introducing her to several people at the bar, including Tracy and Dillon, who had conducted her forensic interview, he took her back to his office.
Grabbing his toy bag, he led her to the private rooms. “There are several themed rooms for role play,” he told her as he showed her a room that looked like a sultan’s tent in the desert, a Victorian room, a medical room, a school room, and several others.
“Any fantasy you want to play we can, and if we don’t have a room outfitted for it, we have a huge prop room and can accommodate almost anything in one of the plain rooms.”
Dottie just nodded and smiled, wondering where he was taking her and what he had planned for the night.
After he finished showing her all the rooms, Derek led her back to the medical room. “I reserved this for tonight,” he told her, grinning. “I think you need a touch up on the shave I gave you last weekend, and a rectal exam by the doctor is in need.”
Leading her into the room, he told her, “I want you to strip and put this on.” Handing her a hospital gown, he said, “Open in the front, don’t tie it, then get up on the table and put your legs in the stirrups. I’ll adjust them so that they are comfortable for you.”
As he was saying this, he was removing his clothing and putting on doctor’s scrubs, apparently he was taking this fantasy thing seriously.
Dottie followed his instructions and was soon on the table, legs spread in the stirrups just as instructed.
Derek walked up to her and said, “I see you are due for your annual exam, Ms. Chapman, any complaints I need to know about?”
Smiling and getting into her role, Dottie answered, “Oh, Dr. Moore, I been having the biggest pain in my ass.” She almost giggled.
“Well, Ms. Chapman, I’ll make sure we look at that, but before I do. I believe we should shave you to make sure I can see everything I need to.”
Remembering the experience in the shower, Dottie grinned and answered, “Thank you, Dr. Moore.”
Derek walked away from her and she could hear water running and objects being placed on some surface. Soon he was back with a metal cart, on which she could see a bowl of water and could tell there were several objects under a towel.
Whistling, Derek moved so that he was standing between her legs and placed a warm towel over her mound. Walking to her side, he parted her gown a
nd asked, “Have you had a breast exam in the last year, Ms. Chapman?”
“No, Dr. Moore,” Dottie answered. This was more fun than she thought it would be. Imagine grown-up doctor. She never played it this way when she was a kid.
Derek pulled on a pair of latex exam gloves and said, “Relax, Ms. Chapman, this won’t hurt, much.”
Dottie shivered in anticipation as he gently placed a hand on each breast. He moved his hands slowly around her breasts until he had touched every inch, working from the base to the nipples. When he reached her nipples he pinched and pulled them, bringing them to taut peaks. “I believe these need a little extra attention, Ms. Chapman.” He grinned and leaned down to take a nipple in his mouth while pinching and pulling the other one.
When he had Dottie moaning and writhing on the table, he pulled a pair of nipple clamps out of his pocket, applying them quickly, he walked to stand between her legs again.
Him and his pockets, she thought, remembering her afternoon on the cross and how he kept finding objects to torture her with in those pockets.
Derek was standing between her legs and she couldn’t see what he was doing. He had moved the table behind him and she had no idea what he was up to.
Standing between Dottie’s legs, Derek couldn’t believe how beautiful she was and that, for now at least, she was his. He was going to work on making that permanent. He would have her, forever.
Pulling the towel off the things he had placed on the table, Derek picked a medium-sized butt plug and a tube of lube. Looking at Dottie, he said, “I believe you said you needed a rectal exam, Ms. Chapman?”
“Yes, Doctor,” Dottie squealed as he pushed a lubed finger into her bottom hole.
Arching off the table, Dottie moaned and closed her eyes. What was this man going to do to her?
“Ms. Chapman, I believe this hole needs a little stretching before I can perform a thorough exam. I’m going to insert a plug before we do your shave and pelvic.”
Derek put words to action and slowly inserted the plug, Dottie writhing and moaning the entire time. When he had the plug inserted, he shaved her, spreading the mentholated cream over her mound and clit, teasing and playing with her bringing her closer and closer to the release her body so desperately craved.
When he had her shaved and had wiped her clean with a hot, damp cloth, he leaned down and ran his tongue over her newly shaven skin.
The feeling was incredible. Until he had shaved her last week, Dottie hadn’t known what the experience was like. It made her more aware of the area and everything down there was more sensitive. When she was wearing clothes, every brush of the fabric was teasing, and she was in a state of arousal constantly. Derek made her very aware of her body and what it was capable of.
“I believe you’re due for a pelvic exam, Ms. Chapman. Is that correct?” he asked in a cool professional voice.
“Yes, Dr. Moore,” she answered him, trying not to giggle. This was more fun than she had ever thought it would be. None of her other lovers would have ever done anything like this. Thinking of the other rooms Derek had shown her, she wondered what other games they could and would play. Maybe something historical with costumes, or she had always thought being a slave girl would be fun. She would have to ask Derek.
Right now she needed to pay attention, as Derek was again doing something between her legs.
Raising an object in his hand, Derek showed her a large glass dildo. “I have this new device for pelvic exams. I’m going to be using this on your pussy and clit. Hold very still, Ms. Chapman, it may be cold.”
Derek knew it was cold. He had had it sitting in ice water since he started the breast exam, but Dottie couldn’t see that from her position.
Taking the dildo, he tapped her clit with it.
“Fuck that’s cold!” Dottie screamed.
“I’m so sorry, Ms. Chapman, it should warm soon,” he said with an evil grin as he stroked the icy thing over her folds, circling her pussy with it.
“Oh, God, Dr. Moore, that’s so cold.” Dottie almost screamed as he slowly pushed it inside her.
“Yes, baby, it is, isn’t it?” He started pushing the icy dildo into her while pulling the plug out with his other hand.
As he pulled the plug out, Dottie thought, Oh my God, he’s not going to put that icy thing there, there is no way. Which is exactly what he did. Dottie arched and screamed as he pushed the icy dildo into her rear hole. It was larger than the plug and she jerked trying to get away from the huge, cold thing.
Derek laid one hand on her stomach to hold her still and said, “Relax, baby, you can take it, relax,” looking into her eyes intently.
Dottie took several deep breaths and tried to relax, but every fiber of her being was fighting the cold, icy thing going into her ass.
“God, Derek, I can’t take it. Oh, God.” She moaned, wanting him to stop, but part of her also wanted him to continue.
“Sshh, baby, you can do this, shh.” He soothed her, slowly and relentlessly pushing the dildo in her ass.
Finally he had it in as far as he wanted and he started rubbing, pulling and twisting her clit with one hand and flicking the clamps on her nipples with the other. “Come for me, Dottie, show me how much you like having your ass stuffed.” Plunging two fingers into her pussy while pressing on her clit with his thumb, he could tell by the change in her moans and the way her body was moving that she was close. He pulled his two fingers out and shoved three inside her, fucking them rapidly in and out until she screamed her release.
Leaning down, he kissed her gently and soothed a hand over her face. Dottie panted and tried to catch her breath. How could each time he made her come be more incredible than the last?
Derek slowly pulled the dildo out of her bottom and put it on the tray behind him to clean later. Trailing his hand through her folds, he pinched her clit again.
“You’re so hot, baby, even filled with ice, this little ass is hot. Now I’m going to fill your pussy and then I’m taking that ass. Are you ready, baby?” As he spoke, he continued pinching and pulling her clit.
Dottie groaned and arched her back, not able to respond, not sure she was ready for this.
Derek took another dildo off the table and slowly pushed it into her pussy, filling her there. Then he grabbed a condom and rolled it on before taking the lube and lubing her rear hole. Fitting himself to her, he began slowly pushing himself in.
“Oh, Derek, it’s so big, it burns, oh, oh, oh.” She tried to pull away. He was bigger than anything she had had in there and the stretching of those tissues burned.
Derek slowly continued pushing himself inside her, she was so tight. Once he was in to the hilt, he reached up and started flicking her nipple clamps again, leaning over her to take her mouth in a possessive kiss.
Slowly pulling out, he pushed back giving her time to adjust to having both her holes filled. Continuing the kiss, he swept his tongue through her mouth.
As he felt her relax, he started moving in and out of her faster and with more force until he established a punishing rhythm. Feeling her body tense and knowing she was close, he reached with both hands and pulled off the clamps as her orgasm started.
She screamed into his mouth and he pounded her until he reached his completion and she came again.
Laying over her with his head on her chest, he gathered her in his arms and held her until they had both recovered a little.
Relaxing, he picked her up and carried her to the small settee in the corner, wrapping her in a soft blanket. Then he gave her the water and juice that he had placed there earlier and held her close. Murmuring soothing words to her and stroking her hair and back, telling her how wonderful she was and how much she meant to him.
Dottie relaxed into Derek, enjoying his closeness. She loved the time he spent with her after their play, whether he sat and cuddled her or in the tub in his playroom.
Working one hand free of the blanket he had wrapped her in, she placed her palm on his chest and looked deep in
to his eyes and quietly said, “Mr. Derek Moore, I think I’m falling in love with you.”
Derek didn’t react for a minute and she wasn’t sure he had heard her at first, until he finally said, “Ms. Dorothy Chapman, I believe I am in love with you.”
Derek had never told another woman he loved her before and never would again. In the short week they had been together, Dottie had become his life. He couldn’t imagine being without her. When he heard her say she felt the same way, his heart swelled and it felt too big for his chest. She burrowed closer to him and he held her tight.
They sat like that for a long time, him holding and rocking her in his arms, Dottie placing soft kisses on his chest. After sitting for a long time, Derek lifted Dottie and stood her up. He walked her to the shower in the room and stripping off his scrubs and pulling her gown off her shoulders, walked into the shower with her. Washing her thoroughly, he continued praising her and telling her how beautiful she was. They finished the shower and he dried her and helped her dress. Quickly dressing himself, he led her back to his office to get her jacket.
Dottie was still in a daze has she let him wash and dress her. He wrapped on arm around her and led her out of the club and back to his truck, driving them back to his home.
“Dottie, I want you to think about moving in with me. We can keep your condo for a place to stay during the week when we both have to be in the city, but I want you with me all the time.”
Dottie was still in a daze, but smiled and nodded. Yes, she wanted this.
They arrived at Derek’s house and he led her in. Grabbing a couple glasses and some wine, he headed for the living room to sit and relax with his woman. He wanted her close.
As he walked by the counter, he noticed his phone, beeping with a message. Cursing, he grabbed it, knowing it had to be something important or the team would have handled it.