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by Claire Marta


  I’m aware of the eyes on me as I move along the edge of the room. Since I arrived, Doms have been asking me to play. It’s a relief to say I’m already taken. Surprise that I’m now with Master Thomas has been expressed, laced with jealousy. The fact I’m still attracting unwanted attention has me uneasy. This new gift is something I need to get under control. It’s strange how I can feel it tingling just beneath my skin. Powerful, chaotic, a dangerous unseen current beneath deceptive calm waters.

  Hurrying along the hallway, I take the steps two at a time up onto the next level. The familiar moans and groans emanating from behind a few closed doors. Opening the cleaning closet, I collect my cart and make sure everything I need is on board. As I reach the end of the hall one of the doors opens.

  A blond male swaggers out. Clad only in a pair of leather pants, his smooth, muscular oiled chest gleams in the light. One of the club subs is hanging on his arm, dressed in nothing but a silver thong.

  “Clean that up.” He orders when he catches sight of me.

  “Yes, sir.”

  When I try to scurry in past him he blocks my way. “You're that girl that got Enrico in trouble aren’t you?”

  His comment catches me off guard.“I…”

  Looking at him a little closer, I realize he’s one of the wealthy, privileged patrons who runs in the Spaniard’s tight circle. Like any other establishment, some members have clique groups.

  “Adam should have fired you instead.” He continues his lips curling in a repulsive sneer. “We pay enough to be members after all. Once Enrico has petitioned Mistress Mystic I’m sure this misunderstanding will be straightened out. When he’s back he can teach you a lesson in manners.”

  The female beside him gives me a sympathetic look. Even though most of the clients here are friendly there’s still a vein of those who think they’re better than anyone else. That we’re beneath them. Servants.

  Bowing my head, I remain silent as he passes me with his nose in the air. Thomas’s words ring in my head that the club wouldn’t be able to run without us. The people behind the scenes make it a success.

  When I finally enter the room I find the place a mess. The smell of sex and sweat are pungent in the air. Cum has been left all over the floor, pearly white and shining in the light. A used vibrator and a monstrous ribbed dildo are strewn on a table with some anal beads covered in a sheen of bodily fluid.

  Groaning internally, I go back out to wheel my cart inside.

  I wish Master Adam would assign me to something else. I’m going to go insane at this rate. If only I’d been allowed to cover for Eli at the bar.

  Snapping on a pair of blue rubber gloves, I make a start at straightening everything up and sterilizing the toys.

  Would Mistress Mystic let Enrico return from his ban early? The thought niggles me. He’s going to return eventually. That truth turns my stomach to knots. I can only hope that being with Thomas will keep him at bay. Doms don’t approach a collared sub unless their Master allows it. He might be arrogant and aloof but I know Thomas would never give me up willingly, especially to the tiger.

  Finished with that room I move on to the next which is in a better state. By the time I’m done with four rooms I’m ready to have a break. Tugging off the gloves, I discard them on the cart. With the other rooms engaged I need to wait. Padding down the staircase, I find myself drawn to my usual haunts. The areas where people don’t usual go. An introvert at heart I crave the solitude.

  Turning into the storeroom I realize I’m not alone.

  Eli and his boyfriend, Callum, are having a moment. Snuggled together on a leather couch they’re sharing a passionate kiss. Lips locked together, Callum is framing the other man's face with his hands, their eyes closed. From the way he’s shaking I can see Eli is still recovering from his scene even though he’s been untied. Left in his lover's care I have no doubt he tipped him over into subspace.

  Hovering in the doorway, I stand watching the intimate moment. I’ve seen the way they look at each other. The love brimming over. It makes my heart yearn for something similar. A deep connection.

  Groaning in his throat, Eli’s fingers caress their way up the bottom of his boyfriend's shirt. As it’s tugged up I’m treated to a glimpse of his lean stomach and smooth abs.

  This is not a good idea.

  Still, I can’t resist the thread of excitement. Biting my lip, I step to the side pressing my spine to the wall. This way I can’t be seen but I can still hear what’s happening inside.

  I’m always careful not to be caught.

  I won’t deny I’m a voyeur.

  Ever since starting work here I can’t get enough of watching others, feasting on their secret pleasure as it brings me my own.

  Someone moans and I listen to the sound of clothing rustling. Imagination going wild, I slip my hand down inside my leggings. I picture Eli all spread out, while Callum licks his chest and fondles his nipples to tight pebbled points. Fingers slipping over the curls on my mound, I glide them along my soaked nether lips. Rubbing my clit gently, I close my eyes concentrating on the couple and the noises they make.

  Thomas had said not to touch myself.

  I’ll be good after this one time.

  He won’t even know.

  Thomas

  A strong hand lands on my shoulder. Looking up I find Adam standing over me. “Come up to my office, Thomas.”

  “I’m fine.” I lie.

  My head is swimming. Not only am I experiencing Top drop, but it’s intense.

  “That wasn’t a suggestion.” He says. “Bane, go find the girl.”

  Adam removes his hand from my shoulder but he hovers as I stand. I’ll admit I’m a little unsteady on my feet as we round the back of the bar and head up the stairs to his office. It’s been years since I’ve plunged this far down this fast.

  Adam deposits me onto the sofa before moving to the small bar and opening the fridge there.

  “Drink this.”

  I accept the water and drink a few sips. My heart rate is coming down, but my head is still swimming in the fog. Closing my eyes, I let myself float for a bit longer.

  “You know, you’re kind of cute when you’re all out of it and riding the endorphins. It’s a good look on you.”

  Opening my eyes I glare at the smug asshole who’s leaning against the bar, hands stuffed into the pockets of his slacks. He looks relaxed, but even through the haze, I can see the tension lining his shoulders.

  Ever the proficient Dom, Adam’s first instinct is to care for me even though I’m not his. Though my pride will never allow me to admit it, I am thankful for him.

  “Stupid girl,” Adam growls. “I saw her lurking in the shadows, watching the scene, she should know better than to just run off after something that intense.”

  “She’s as green as spring grass, Adam.” I defend weakly.

  “Still,” Adam shakes his head, “even when Bane was in training he had enough instincts to know not to leave his Dom.”

  I don’t reply. Reclosing my eyes, I focus on my breathing.

  I don’t know how much time has passed before the door to Adam’s office opens and two sets of footsteps cross the threshold.

  “Sit with your dominant, girl. He’ll recover faster in your presence.”

  “W-what’s going on?”

  Soft steps make their way across the room and I feel the sofa dip a bit under Layla’s slight weight.

  Without opening my eyes I reach out and wrap my arm around her, pulling her to my side. She lets out a little oomph but doesn’t fight me.

  “You know what sub drop is, yes?”

  “Yes, Master Adam.”

  “Doms can go through it as well. Only we call it Top drop. Just like the endorphins can push you into subspace, a Dom can experience Dom-space if the scene is particularly intense or emotionally charged.

  Much like the aftercare of a sub, a Dom will ride their high and slowly come down, it affects everyone differently, it seems Thomas gets q
uite lethargic. As his submissive, your touch and voice will help ground him. His dominant instincts will relax knowing that you’re well and safe.”

  Layla relaxes a bit at Adam’s words. While my breathing and heart rate have returned to normal, my head is still dancing amongst the clouds. Though I don’t think I’ll get a case of the shakes this time around, which is a blessing. Those are annoying.

  “Are you okay, Master?” Layla asks anxiously.

  “I’ll be fine soon enough. Truth be told I wasn’t expecting to get such a rush just from tying someone up. Goes to show you just how long it’s been since I’ve had the pleasure.”

  The girl shifts a bit closer to me. “Are you...will you want to do that to me?”

  Tilting my head to the side I crack an eye open. “Perhaps. If you earn it.”

  Clear blue eyes blink at me earnestly. Her heart jumped at the thought of being on the other end of my rope, interesting. Once she’s well trained and civilized maybe I can have some fun with her. It’s been years since I’ve been able to do any elaborate rope work.

  I can hear Adam and Bane’s hearts beat across the room, but they leave us in peace, which I’m thankful for. “How did you enjoy the scene, nymph?”

  “It was...I was envious of Eli, Master.”

  “You wanted it to be you on that stage?”

  She nods.

  “One day, if you’re good. Though considering how you are headed to your second punishment, I don’t know if that day will come.”

  Layla turns her whole body to face me, shock flickering across her face. “What? Why?”

  “You think I can’t smell your arousal? That I can’t tell what you’ve been doing? You’re a naughty, naughty little nymph. I’m guessing you thought you could hide it from me. But, you may have washed your hands, but your clothes, they reek of your pleasure.”

  “I...I’m sorry…”

  “Stop,” I command. “Not tonight. We will be talking about this tomorrow, but for now, just know that you will be punished. I hope it was worth it. Because who knows when you’re going to get to come again.”

  Layla swallows and shifts her gaze from mine.

  This girl is going to be work, I knew that when I decided to take her on, but she’s also going to keep me on my toes. She is exactly what I’ve been missing in my life. I cannot wait to put her in her place.

  Layla

  I wake slowly beneath silk sheets, a heavy firm arm hooked around my waist. After his come down in the club, Thomas had a driver take us to his house. He’d been exhausted. Never having seen someone go through Top drop before, seeing my broody Master so out of it startled me. Petting him, whispering soothing words, I’d done my best to watch over him in the car. When he’d suggested we go to bed I hadn’t argued.

  Sunlight penetrates the room through a gap in the curtains.

  In the silence, I listen to Thomas’s even breathing.

  Dressed only in panties and my bra, I’m fully aware of his muscled frame beside me, the boxers briefs he’s wearing I’m sure for my benefit. This is the second time I’ve shared his bed. It’s strange how quickly I’m starting to like it.

  “Even when you're quiet you think loudly.” His voice rumbles right next to my ear.

  Shivering at the arousing effect it has on me, I twist my head to the side meeting a pair of half-closed golden eyes. “How are you feeling?”

  The look in Thomas’s stare softens at the anxious tone in my question. “I’m fine. You don’t need to worry over me, nymph. You did well last night to ground me.”

  Long fingers caress up my hip bone, stroking the skin along the edge of my panties. Teasing, slow, intimate. The delicious friction has my pussy throbbing and my clit thrum in need.

  Goddess, what would I do if Thomas did eat me? An image of his dark head between my spread legs, his mouth devouring me has a moan trickling from my throat. It’s so vivid I have to press my thighs together.

  My master chuckles. “You really are a horny little thing aren’t you? To be honest, I’m surprised you're still a virgin.”

  “It’s not a bad thing,” I tell him defensively. “I mean...I’ve always been busy with my classes, work. I’ve never really met anyone who I’ve trusted enough to give my flower away to.”

  Thomas arches an eyebrow. “Flower?”

  Awkwardness has me squirming. “That’s what I call my virginity...a flower down there in my lady garden.”

  “I’ve never heard it called that before.”

  Studying his impassive expression, I swear I can see a glimmer of amusement dancing in the swirling color of his irises.

  “Don’t laugh,” I grumble, I try to roll away but am blocked by the arm tightening around my waist.

  “What you call it is your business. I told you before our play does not have to end in sex but it will be fun to tease you.” He waits for a beat before freeing me. “You have a punishment coming. Strip and go stand in the corner facing the wall.”

  My stomach dips as I sit up taking the silk sheets with me. “Now?”

  “Yes.” He lounges back on the pillows, his chiseled physique on display, demanding attention from my greedy gaze. “Stop drooling, nymph, and get moving.”

  Reluctantly I climb from the mattress and slip out of my underwear. A dark whisper in my head taunts me. That I’d known deep down Thomas would catch me out. I’d been walking a knife’s edge pleasuring myself at the club last night. That I’d wanted to push him. To see what he’d do.

  Padding to the wall, I position myself to face the tasteful wallpaper. Slumping my shoulders, I keep my posture relaxed. I feel like a naughty little girl being disciplined by a headmaster. A shiver runs through me at the thought of my new Master wielding a cane. Would it hurt? I’ve seen the red stripes left on other subs from such toys.

  I hear movement from the bed. A heartbeat later the heat of a body warms my back.

  “Stand straight,” Thomas orders, his tone cold. “How are your legs? Do you need to shift into your tail?”

  “No, sir. I’m all right at the moment.”

  “Good. If you need to use the bathroom to relieve yourself you will have to wait.”

  Bladder protesting, I straighten, tilting my chin taking on the stance of a soldier standing at attention. I should be embarrassed that I’m naked in front of him again. Trying to cover myself. Shy. Instead, all I can think about is how close he is. The masculine scent of smoky wood encompassing me.

  A hand comes into view as he reaches past me, something gleaming in his hand. A coin. Using a blunt finger he keeps it pressed to the wall.

  “You will use your tongue to keep this here.” He orders. “Nothing else. If it falls to the floor you will gain two more marks against you.”

  Twisting my head, I blink up at him in shock. “You’ve got to be kidding...sir.”

  Thomas gives me an infuriating smirk as I almost slip up. “I expect you to still be here by the time I’ve showered and dressed. There’s a tiny mark on the wall which will show me if you break your stance. Now begin.”

  Attention returning to the coin, I realize he’s moved it up, forcing me to stand on tiptoe. Groaning under my breath, I assume the position, keeping the penny pinned with the tip of my extending tongue.

  “Next time you can hold two quarters to the wall with your nipples or a fifty cents piece with your nose.” He murmurs retreating.

  I listen to the sound of the shower start. The noise of the water fills me with longing. Goddess how I’d love to be under the cascade. Emerged in the coolness. My imagination fills with images of Thomas beneath the flow. His strong hands soaping the muscles of his body. Then lower, following the happy trail of hair downwards to his lean hips, his hard cock.

  Shifting restlessly, my back and calves begin to ache. Closing my eyes, I breathe slowly through my nose. A fine tremor runs through my limbs. Thomas is taking his time. I’m pretty certain it’s all part of my punishment.

  Thomas

  Layla is still where I
put her when I step out of the bathroom. Good. It seems she can follow instructions when she wants to.

  Dressing in jeans and a black T-shirt, I sit at the table and scroll through my favorite toy site on my iPad. I should probably let her out of the corner soon, but for now, she’ll be fine.

  Not seeing anything I like I switch to a different site. It takes a few minutes of searching before something catches my attention. With a small grin on my lips, I make my purchase and select express shipping. It should be here before I go back to work on Monday.

  Once that is done I look to the girl in the corner. I can see the tension running through her whole body. A weaker person would have failed already, but she’s so full of defiance, she’s determined to complete my impossible task, as opposed to admitting defeat.

  I know it’s not because she wants to be good for me; she already proved that she doesn’t care for my rules. No, this is about her and her convictions.

  It’s admirable, if not a little dangerous. It makes me wonder just how much she’s willing to withstand.

  “Come here, Layla.” I say, voice firm.

  She gasps and drops down to the floor, her body sagging as she relaxes her stance. “Slowly now, girl.”

  On shaky feet, she turns around and crosses the room. When she’s standing in front of me I can see the tear tracks on her cheeks, the hair surrounding her face is matted with tears and sweat.

  Her whole body has a nice sheen of sweat from straining itself for so long. “How do you feel?”

  “O-okay, sir.” She whispers.

  “Good.” Reaching out, I draw her onto my lap.

  She comes so easily. Her weary body tired of holding her up.

  “You understand why you were punished?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “You did so well,” running my hands up and down her arms and down to her legs, I feel the muscles quiver under my touch. “I’m so proud of you.” I murmur in her ear.

  She shakes in my arms. “Shhh, it’s okay. You’re so good. My beautiful, good girl.”

 

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