by Laney Rogers
It was an order, she knew, but if she let go, then she couldn’t control how close he was; couldn’t push him away if she needed some space.
Jacob released her hair, caught hold of her hands and moved them behind her back. One of his large hands easily held both her wrists behind her, while the other caught hold of her hair once more.
He seemed huge, standing so close to her, his dark eyes penetrating hers. “The next time you fail to do as you’re told, you’ll be punished, Megan.”
Oh, this was just great, failure at the first hurdle. She lowered her head, angry at herself. When he released her, her shoulders slumped. Well, that was that. He obviously thought she was useless.
When she looked up, Jacob was sitting at their table again. He shook his head at her. “Don’t look so despondent, Megan. It isn’t easy to just release control out of nowhere, even if it’s something you really want to do. And if you disobey me again, I get to spank your ass, so it can’t all be bad.”
The grin he gave her lit up his face, and she couldn’t help but smile.
His face turned serious, and again, he beckoned to her. “Come and stand in front of me, sweetheart.”
The endearment made her feel warm inside, and, pulse picking up again, she walked around the table. As she reached him, he opened his legs and gestured for her to stand between them. Not hesitating this time, she did as he asked.
“Undo your shirt, sub,” he commanded.
She surprised herself, her fingers going straight to the buttons, her heart thumping so hard she thought he’d see it as he sat calmly watching her.
When she was finished, she put her arms to her sides. Jacob reached out and pulled the fabric back to expose her pretty, lacy white bra. Smiling, he ran his fingers over the front fastening. “How convenient,” he commented, and using just two fingers, he snapped it open, letting her breasts spill out of the garment.
A blush rose up Megan’s cheeks. This was so much more personal than stripping in front of a whole crowd of people. Her hands started to move up towards her breasts, but with great self-control, she managed to put them back at her sides. She needed to show him that she could, at least do that one small thing.
“Good girl,” Jacob said, noting her hands balling into fists as she lowered them. But his words were the encouragement she needed and she managed a small smile.
Jesus, come on, she thought. I do this every day at work. Not that she was about to tell him that. It paid her way, but she still felt a certain shame in what she did. It was totally impersonal, though, whereas this couldn’t get more personal. Well, it could, but surely not tonight. Not when they had only just met. Oh, God, what if he…
“I can see your brain working overtime, Megan. I want you to just focus on the here and now.”
“Okay,” she answered.
He frowned.
“Okay, Sir,” she said quickly.
“Better, sub.”
Without another word, he lifted his hand and brushed his fingers over her right breast, caressing the pale skin, moving all the way around until he reached his starting point. Then he took her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it just hard enough that a charge traveled from the tip of her bud to her rapidly dampening pussy.
Megan hitched a breath, feeling her nipple tighten and pucker under his touch, and when the fingers of his other hand did the same to her left breast, a moan escaped from her. She closed her eyes.
“You have beautiful breasts,” he said in his deep baritone. “I could play with them for hours. Look at how they’re turning a deep pink, just for me.”
Megan opened her eyes, just as Jacob leaned forward and took one rosy bud into his mouth. She gasped as his tongue circled and then flicked her nipple.
Again, her hands began to move, but got no further than her waist before they were taken up in his and moved behind her back. One big hand held them there, tightly, and his mouth moved to the other breast, sucking and rolling her nipple till she ached with a need she hadn’t felt in a long time.
When he finally raised his head, she felt the loss of his mouth keenly. Her pussy was throbbing, and her panties were wet. God, it was so erotic, letting a man do this to her with her hands restrained behind her back. She wanted more; she was in no doubt of that.
Up until now, they had been pretty much alone, towards the back of the club. But when he turned her around, she could see that several of the tables that had been empty when he had told her to take off her shirt, were now occupied.
Some of the dungeon equipment, close to them, was in use, and quite a few of the club patrons were taking a more than casual interest in what was happening between her and Jacob.
At the strip club, she could barely see the patrons in the darkness of the audience. In fact, sometimes she had felt almost alone up there, doing her routine.
Oh shit, she was going to have to ask him if they could take this to a much quieter area.
“Sir,” she said, careful to address him correctly. “Please could we go somewhere private?”
“I don’t think so, Megan. I like it right here.”
She could use her safe word, she supposed. But that would mean giving up after such a short time. She wanted to keep going, she knew that.
Come on, she chided herself. Get a grip. This is a BDSM club. What did you think you’d be doing, playing solitaire?
“Yes, Sir,” she said, wanting to show him she was made of sterner stuff than he probably thought.
She felt his hand on her leg as he sat behind her. Slowly, he moved upwards, under her tight skirt, running cool fingers across the insides of her thighs, and she shook, just slightly, at his touch.
Another hand traveled to the same area, only this one went higher, his fingers running over the lace of her panties.
His voice made her jump. “Megan, I don’t allow any underwear to be worn by a submissive.”
Her voice was as shaky as her legs. “Y…yes, Sir.”
He removed his hands and she took that as a sign that he wanted her to take the panties off. But when she reached under her skirt, he stopped her, his slightly rough hands coming down on top of hers.
“No Megan. Now, bend over the table.”
Bend over the… Was he kidding?
She took in the stern expression on his face and saw the answer for herself.
Breathing deeply, her heart thumping in her chest, she slowly bent over, feeling the coolness of the table top against her exposed breasts.
When he pulled up her skirt, her hands gripped the edge of the table, but she didn’t move.
Oh my God, my bare ass is going to be right there, in front of his face. This was so wrong. However, her pussy told a different story, throbbing between her legs, as his hands worked their way up her thighs once more.
She felt the panties being pulled slowly down her thighs, then over her knees and down past her calves until they came to rest around her ankles.
“Step out of them,” Jacob ordered.
She did as she was told, and then waited for his next move, bent over and exposed, ready for whatever this man wanted to do to her.
“Open your legs, sub.”
His voice was so masculine and deep, and her body reacted without delay.
The people around Megan seemed to fade away, and her whole being was taken up in doing whatever he desired.
She felt, rather than saw, him standing behind her. She let out a gasp of surprise when two hands grabbed her waist pulling her towards him, until her ass brushed the tops of his legs.
“Put your arms over your head,” he commanded.
When she did so, he leaned over her back and held her wrists tightly in his left hand. She felt his huge erection pressing into the small of her back, and when his right hand moved from her hip to cover her mound, she instinctively pushed against it.
He chuckled. “Let’s see how much you want to submit to me, Megan.”
Two fingers moved over her mound and slid down to her pussy.
Megan moaned softly as he began to move through her folds. Back and forth he went, each time getting closer and closer to her clit. After a few seconds, her hips began to move in rhythm with his fingers.
Instantly, he removed his hand and gave her a smart slap on her bottom.
“Oww!” she cried, trying to look over her shoulder at him.
“I didn’t give you permission to move, sub. You will keep your body absolutely still. Do you understand?”
“I…Yes, Sir,” she answered, her voice sounding breathless. She needed him to put his hand back between her legs, right now. God, please put it back.
The feeling of being trapped by his body covering hers as his large hands pinned her wrists only added fuel to the fire inside her. When his free hand resumed its position on her pussy, she sighed with relief.
His body shifted slightly and his left hand let go of her wrists. She felt him run over her bottom and then slide down her crack till both hands were buried in her soaked folds, one from the front, and one from the back.
Suddenly, he thrust a finger up inside her. Her pussy clenched around him and he laughed softly.
“You like my finger inside you, don’t you Megan?” he said, his mouth right by her ear. “The next time it will be my cock.”
His finger began thrusting in and out of her pussy, sending sparks of desire throughout her body, and Megan knew that if he continued, she would climax really soon.
His finger slid over her swollen clit, and she groaned with need. “Please.”
“Please what?” he asked, his finger running back and forth over her nub.
She couldn’t manage to say any more. Her breath was coming in short pants, and her legs had gone rigid against the edge of the table.
“Come now for me, sub,” he ordered, and pinched her clit between finger and thumb.
Megan went right over the edge, her body erupting into spasms of delight, her orgasm seeming to travel throughout her whole body.
Jacob felt the spasms around his finger, as her body trembled with her climax, loving the way her ass quivered against him.
Jesus, she felt good. It was quite some time since he had helped a would-be submissive on her journey into the lifestyle, and, according to his cock, it was a situation he had sorely missed.
But now he had a responsibility to make sure she came down from her experience in a good way. The last thing she needed to feel was abandoned, and it was his job, as a Dom, to make sure she recovered okay.
Slowly, he removed his hands and stroked her bottom, before lifting her upper body to a standing position.
He turned her to face him, pulled her skirt back down and then sat in the nearest chair, lifting her onto his lap, and snuggling her into his chest before she had a chance to do or say anything.
When she settled against him, he stroked one of her breasts and then asked, “How do you feel, little Megan?”
His hand gently moved from her breast to her chin and lifted it so her eyes met his. He smiled at her contented expression. “Pretty good huh?”
She blushed an adorable pink, and then blinked a couple of times. “Yes, Sir, pretty good.”
Someone laughed loudly close by, and Megan jumped. All too soon, she became more aware of her surroundings, and the fact that she was half naked.
When she tried to struggle onto her feet, his grip tightened. “Stay still, sweetheart, just for a few more minutes.” His hand found its way to her breast again, and he ran a couple of fingers over her still swollen nipple.
“It’s important that I know how it felt to you, being restrained and controlled, Megan. In any D/s situation, communication is the most important thing.”
She gave a thoughtful sigh, trying to focus on his question, not the people around them, or her nipple, which was tingling under his touch. “It’s weird,” she commented. “It’s like I forgot anybody else was in the room. It felt wrong, at first, letting you take all the control, but after a bit, I…well, it was all I wanted. I’ve never felt that way before. It was…um, really good.”
Jacob looked at her intently. “Good girl. Thank you for answering so honestly. That can’t have been easy.”
He reached over and picked up her glass, which, amazingly, hadn’t been knocked to the floor earlier. “I’d rather this was water, but it will have to do.”
She took a couple of long sips, and felt the warmth of the alcohol spread through her body.
When he stood and set her on the floor beside him, she was surprised at how much she missed the feel of his body, close to hers.
He reached down, and grabbed her bra and blouse from the chair next to his. After he’d helped her back into them, he bent and retrieved her panties, grinning at her as he returned them to their rightful owner.
She took them from him and gave him a small smile. “Thanks.”
Standing so close to her, she realized that he must be well over six feet tall. In fact his whole body seemed incredibly large. Shoulders, hands; even his feet looked huge in heavy black boots next to her pointed stilettos.
She jumped, as his voice broke into her thoughts. “You did well, Megan. It’s hard to just put everything you’ve been taught to one side, and let yourself be controlled by another person.”
Megan nodded. She knew she would like to try this again. To maybe let him take things even further. But how on earth could she ask this man, someone she’d only just met, if he would mind restraining her to a spanking bench, just to see how it felt. Or could he possibly chain her up and flog her a little. You know, to see if that was something she enjoyed.
Realizing he was studying her face with a look of amusement on his, she quickly turned to the table and retrieved their two glasses. Well, she was glad one of them found this funny. Maybe she’d been just a nice diversion for him, but it had meant something to her.
Fucking hell, she thought. I was all but naked, and I let him touch me, and make me come, and… shit; he thought it was all a bit of fun. I am so stupid…
She glanced up at him. “Well, thanks for your time. I’d better get on.”
Embarrassment caused her to trip in her haste to leave; the only thing stopping her from falling being two large hands that gripped her forearms, steadying her till she regained her balance.
He released her arms. “Put the glasses down and sit, Megan.”
The words were softly said, but they were an order none the less. Megan paused for only a second, and then did as she’d been told.
“Thank you, sweetheart,” he said, sitting down on the chair closest to hers. “Now, tell me what’s going on. One minute you’re explaining how you felt, and the next, you’re almost tripping over yourself trying to get away from me.”
Megan frowned at him. “I wanted to ask… I mean, I wondered if you’d help…and then I saw the expression on your face and I could tell you just thought it was all a bit of fun. Maybe it was a joke to you, but it really wasn’t to me, and…”
Jacob pulled her from her chair and on to his lap. She felt an arm gripping her around her waist and a hand on her back, pushing her towards him, his mouth taking hers in a long, hard kiss, when their faces met.
She sat, rigid in his lap, but when his tongue pushed past her lips, warming her mouth as it played with her own, she relented, melting against him, and winding her arms around his neck.
Eventually, he pulled away from her. He put a finger under her chin, holding it firmly while he stared into her eyes until he was the only person in the room to her.
“I did not think this was just a bit of fun. You were turning everything over in your mind, wondering if I would feel the same as you, about wanting to take it further next time. I could see you wanted to put your feelings into words. It was sweet to watch, little one, that’s all.”
She opened her mouth in surprise. “But how can you tell all that, just by looking at me. Can you read minds, or something?”
He laughed. “I’ve been a Dom for a long time, Megan. Your body told me what you wanted way
before you began to sort it all out in your head. That’s part of my job—knowing what’s best for you, even if you don’t.”
“So you do, you know, want to maybe meet again and well…” She couldn’t find the words to finish her question.
He let go of her chin and grinned. “Yes, sweetheart, I do. I’ll be in this area again, next Friday. How does that sound?
Megan smiled. “That sound’s great, Sir.”
“Good. Now, it’s time I got some rest, and you should be getting home. Do you live close by?”
“Not far, it’s just a few blocks.”
“Do you usually walk home by yourself?” His voice took on a serious tone.
“Yes, but like I said, it’s not that far, and…”
“This isn’t a safe area. You’ll take a taxi from now on, Megan. Do you understand?”
“A taxi? Oh come on, I’ve never had any problems. I mean, there may be a couple of drunks staggering around, but that’s okay. It’s fine, really.”
Jacob took a step back, a deep frown on his face. “Megan, you said that you’d done quite a bit of reading about the D/s lifestyle. Is that correct?”
“Um, yes, I did,” she answered.
“Yes, I did, what?” he said, his voice soft, but with a stern tone to it, that caused Megan’s pulse to begin to speed up yet again.
“Sir, I meant to say sir,” she replied quickly.
“And when you were reading, did the text mention anything about the ramifications of arguing with a Dominant?”
Megan glanced down at the floor, but all she could see were the large black boots placed firmly in front of her. “Yes, Sir, it did.”
He raised his eyebrows; a sure sign that he wanted her to expand on her answer.
“It said to expect a punishment, at the Dom’s discretion, depending on how bad the behavior.”
Jacob sat down in the nearest chair. “Lift up your skirt and bend over my lap, Megan. I’m going to spank you for arguing. You will receive four swats, and then you will kneel and ask for my forgiveness.”
Megan’s eyes opened wider with each statement. Shit, why couldn’t she have just agreed to take a cab? She couldn’t let him spank her, it was too humiliating. But if she didn’t, she knew their arrangement would be over. He expected her to do what he wished, and that was all there was to it.