He gave her a kiss but it was only a moist, frustratingly brief touch of his lips. She wanted to sigh out loud and it only made things worse to watch his tight ass stroll away.
“So you haven’t run from the club kicking and screaming yet?”
Trisha turned to see Lydia sit down in the seat beside her.
“No Ma’am.”
“Kyle hasn’t taken on a beginning sub while I’ve been here and that’s been a year. I spoke with my husband Damian and he said it’s been over five years since Kyle’s seen someone privately.”
There was no sensor in her voice and it wasn’t a question but Trisha could hear the curiosity. She chose to ignore it.
“When is your baby due?”
“In the next six weeks. Damian thinks he can keep me out of the club but he’s been known to be wrong.”
She couldn’t help her laugh. “Aren’t most husbands?”
“Have you been married before?”
“No, but I have married friends. They love to complain about their husbands’ needing control.”
“Having a Dom is similar but so much more. Are you going to watch Kyle’s scene?”
“Yes and I’m terrified.”
“You should be. He’s the most intense Dom here. He knows what he’s doing and only uses subs who want the extreme pain he likes to inflict.”
“I don’t think I could handle it.”
“Well that’s what training is about. You must discover for yourself what part of this world works for you, and what doesn’t.
“That’s what Kyle said. You don’t like him do you?”
“I wouldn’t quite word it that way. He makes me nervous and I’m not sure what makes him tick. He’s helped me out on a few scenes when I needed someone but what he really likes is to use pain to wrestle demons; his and his subs. He does care but his limits go past what I can comprehend. I like giving small amounts of pain mixed with pleasure. Kyle prefers to push his subs past every limit they have. I think he has Simone tonight. I won’t work with her because I can’t dish out what she really needs. This is your chance to see what Kyle is all about.”
Trisha downed her drink, sucked the lime, and then followed Lydia who was absolutely beautiful with black silky thin ropes crisscrossing her stomach. She waddled slightly when she walked.
Kyle had just finished securing a naked Simone. She was facing a stone wall located at the back of the semi empty scene area.
The wall had to be uncomfortable and cold.
Grabbing her hair, he pulled her head to the side and placed a hard punishing kiss on her lips. Her arms were over her head slightly apart and she had her fingers wrapped around the chains. Spread wide, her legs were secured too.
Kyle released her mouth and his hand landed solidly on her ass.
The slap startled Trisha and made her feel uncomfortably aware of what was about to happen.
He walked away and retrieved a silver cat-o-nine tailed flogger. Trisha cringed and remembered Kyle explaining this particular flogger and running it over her body. The metal studs at the end were ice cold and made her feel apprehension over the intensity of what it could do.
This was what he wanted from his subs and what he would eventually want from her. There was no love involved in this world only sexual lust and gratification. She glanced over when a gorgeous man approached. It was easy to figure out he was Damian the clubs owner. His arms went around his wife and pulled her close pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head. His hands went to her belly and lovingly rested there.
Ultimately that was what Trisha wanted but she knew she probably wouldn’t find it at El Diablo and it would never come from Kyle. Why did he ask her to his room the night before? He said it was a mistake.
She was startled out of her thoughts when the first strike hit the sub’s back and Simone cried out. Trisha could see the welts begin to form before the metal studs found their target again. She wanted to bolt like she had the night before but she remained frozen; her eyes glued to Kyle and his sub.
His face was a hard mask. There didn’t seem to be any anger but his intensity was frightening. Why would he want a new sub to train when this was his desire?
The beating continued; Trisha didn’t see anything sensual about it and she couldn’t describe it as anything less than torture. Kyle was a sadist and he methodically painted Simone’s body with stark red welts and didn’t seem to care as her cries grew painfully louder. Finally she was begging and sucking in air, hanging by her arms because her legs would no longer hold her. Sweat ran down Kyle’s face and chest. His hand went back but then stopped. He threw the flogger to the floor and quickly walked up to Simone releasing her legs and then arms. She collapsed crying into his embrace and he picked her up.
He whispered something in the crying woman’s ear but Trisha had no idea what he said. Swiftly, he carried her out of the station and behind a grouping of plants which obscured most of a long couch.
“You need to go watch. Kyle may like pain but he’s good with after care.” Lydia was staring at her.
“I can watch?”
“You should. Kyle won’t be your only Dom if you continue in this lifestyle, and you need to know the difference between a good Dom and a bad one.”
“How could Kyle be a good Dom? That woman almost passed out.”
“Yes, and she should have used her safe word but she didn’t. A good Dom knows when someone is going past their limit. Kyle stopped though I always think he could stop sooner. He works with Simone regularly and knows what she needs though you and I may not understand.”
Trisha didn’t understand and she was so terribly confused. Her legs trembled when she made her way over to Kyle and peered out from behind the plants. He was on his knees and rubbing oil into Simone’s body while she lay on the couch and cried softly.
“God Simone, what the hell were you thinking?” He leaned over and kissed her softly on the cheek. His voice was chiding almost like that of a parent. “I told you the last time that you were pushing too far.”
“Please don’t leave me Master Kyle.” Her voice was almost frantic.
“You know you need a fulltime Master and I can’t do that for you. I’ve spoken to Leroy and he is taking you on. He will be here tomorrow at four and I want you here waiting for him. This doesn’t mean I will never do another scene with you but you don’t need more physical punishment for a while and I’ll let him know. Now sit up and drink some water. I have fruit here for you too.”
He helped her lean onto the side of the couch and covered her with a blanket. He sat down and partially pulled her in his direction placing the water bottle to her lips. “Drink.”
After she complied, he placed small bites of apple between her lips and waited for her to swallow before giving her more.
“What are you doing for the rest of the evening Simone?”
“I’m going home because I need sleep.”
“Yes. What are you doing tomorrow?”
“I’m sleeping in and then eating a large breakfast. Then I’m going to the salon to get my hair fixed and I’ll be back here at four to see Master Leroy.” This was obviously a question he asked often because she recited her answers by rote.
“Good. If you aren’t here, Leroy will be the one to punish you. Do you understand?”
“Yes Master.”
“Okay, close your eyes and rest. I’ll sit here with you until you are able to walk and get dressed.”
“Thank you Master.”
She closed her eyes and sank deeply against him. He placed another gentle kiss on her forehead and then his eyes turned and looked deeply into Trisha’s.
It was obvious he had known she was there but he hadn’t taken any of his attention from Simone until now. Trisha turned and walked away. Her brain was telling her to never return but her body was saying something different. She would decide the following day.
Chapter Seven
He was standing with a flogger in his hand. Everything around them
was dark and his arm rose; casting a shadow on the wall. His hand fell. The pain felt incredible and her body responded. He wasn’t standing close but somehow she felt him deep inside her pussy. She moaned and awoke from the dream with her fingers buried deep and an orgasm pulsing between her legs.
“Shit.”
He invaded her every waking thought and then her dreams too. She had to talk herself out of going back tonight.
Her sexual needs wouldn’t subside even after her orgasm so finally she got out of bed, and made her way to the shower. She had to go into work and pick up some things from the office. She was an advertising specialist but did most of her work from home. It would be a busy day but it would keep her mind off the coming evening.
Work was productive but she didn’t have time for lunch. She drank a bottle of water on her way home as anxiety slowly took over and apprehension increased as the minutes ticked away. Her fridge had nothing that tempted her nervous stomach.
This was ridiculous. Her relationship with Pat was a two year disaster because her emotions were involved. She thought she loved him but knew after the first year that she just wanted things simple and easy. So what if he never gave her what she needed sexually? She didn’t even know what that was at the time.
Now she did. Could she keep her heart from getting involved and just enjoy the time she had with Kyle? He had looked at her with shock that first night. What was that about? She had never met him before but he reacted as if he knew her and he hadn’t appeared happy when their eyes first collided.
She was going back. There was nothing she could do to stop herself and she couldn’t resist her body’s desire for what Kyle could give her. Hopefully it would be a while before he demanded high levels of pain and she would be long gone by then. If someone else could give her body what Kyle did then she would find him. She couldn’t help but think about the slut she was becoming; give her an orgasm or two and she couldn’t get enough.
She dressed with care but her outfit was more conservative than usual. If he wanted her waiting naked then she would enter the club in what she had on and remove her clothes in the private room. She admitted to herself that she was excited and incredibly turned on and forced herself to mentally push back her reservations.
It was a Monday night and like Sunday there were only about twenty five people at the club when she arrived. A few of the subs said hello and then Raul stopped her.
“Hey girlfriend, the big gossip here is that you’re training with Master Kyle?”
“Yes and I’m running late.”
“Not a good idea to make him angry. Is Gloria coming tonight?”
“I’m not sure. She doesn’t know I’m here or with Kyle.”
“She’ll hear soon enough but get going so you’re not too late. Try to remember to refer to Kyle as Master or Sir even out here. One of the Doms might overhear you and I promise they’ll inform him.”
“I will. Thank you for the tip.
The El Diablo employee at the entrance to the hallway smiled and nodded toward the same room she was in the night before. She couldn’t help her blush. She didn’t have a watch but she knew she was at least a few minutes late. After entering the room she closed the door quickly and began removing her clothing laying them on the shelf Kyle used the night before. Her contract was gone. She walked to the mirror and went to her knees. There was a cushioned mat on the floor so she could get comfortable. She waited.
Having no idea how much time passed it seemed like forever before the door opened and Kyle walked in. She followed him with her eyes and smiled shyly when his approach. His black dress shirt tucked into tight slacks made her mouth water. The rolled up sleeves were about six inches from his wrists and three buttons were open on his chest. He was fucking sexy, but he continued to stand and stare at her without comment. His facial features looked like they had the night before while he whipped his sub. He was intense and she began to feel apprehensive.
“Kyle, what’s wrong?”
He didn’t answer for a moment. But finally he said with no inflection in his voice, “I’m not pleased with you. If there was a problem with being here at eight you needed to inform me last night.”
“I’m sorry; I stopped and spoke to Raul.”
“I know and thank you for mentioning it. I will go lightly on your punishment for being late this one time. Do you know why?”
“No I don’t.”
“It’s because you’re new, and you don’t quite understand what it is I want from you.”
She was perplexed. “What do you want from me?”
“Submission. That’s what this is all about. It’s a power exchange and for complete submission you must give your own power over to me. Obeying my commands unquestionably is part of the deal. You must trust me to take care of your needs. I understand that comes with time but I expect you to follow my direction even if it seems as small as the time we meet. You haven’t addressed me as Sir tonight either. Your fantasies need to include my proper name. Sir needs to be part of your muscle memory or I’ll be making it a pain memory.”
His voice remained unyielding and she was beginning to get angry. This was nothing like her fantasy.
“Stand up.”
She had been on her knees for over thirty minutes and when she stood her legs wobbled and she became light headed.
Kyle grabbed her and held on tightly. “When’s the last time you’ve eaten?”
“This morning.” She knew she was really stupid. She tried to twist from his hold but his hands were like steel.
“Is there a reason you haven’t eaten since this morning?”
Her tone was belligerent, “I was busy at work, and when I got home I was too nervous to eat.”
He shook his head slightly and his voice softened, the rough sexiness returning, “What am I going to do with such a wayward sub?”
She didn’t say anything just sighed and rested against him. She didn’t like his anger it scared her causing a small knot to form in her belly.
He picked her up like she weighed nothing and carried her to the couch dropping her butt on the cushions. He then walked over and collected most of her clothing.
“Put these on. I’m taking you to dinner.”
Startled, she took the clothes and realized her panties were not in the mix. “What about my underwear?”
“That is your punishment for not being on time. No underwear and I have something extra to add but I want your skirt on first.”
She did as commanded thinking no underwear was actually not a punishment at all. When she was finished dressing he told her to stand there and wait. He walked over to a large bag he left by the door, and took out thin black straps from inside and approached her again.
“Lift your skirt.”
She did.
“Higher.”
She kept her irritation to herself but did as told. If he wanted her bare he should have done this before she put on her clothes.
A resounding slap hit her backside.
“You are not to argue with my commands.”
“I didn’t.”
Another slap landed and she kept her mouth shut but god how did he always know? His hand on her ass caused instant arousal. What would stop the wetness from flowing down her legs? The lack of panties was turning into a punishment.
He leaned down. “Step into this.”
The black straps had two circles to put her legs through and also a waste band that he pulled up. The front had a two inch red sparkled butterfly that fit over her pussy. He adjusted it so it rested snuggly against the hood of her clit and then tightened the waist strap before straightening to his full height.
“Is that comfortable?”
“Yes.”
“Good.” His hand went back to the butterfly and he flipped a small switch.
She almost came instantly. It vibrated directly over her clit.
“You can drop your skirt.”
“You’re not serious. I can’t go anywhere with this on.”
His hand went to her hair and he painfully pulled her head up so she was looking directly into his dark brown eyes.
“You were late, you didn’t eat, and I have one last question for you. Have you pleasured yourself since I saw you last night?”
Chapter Eight
Trisha pressed her lips together, dropped her eyes, and didn’t answer.
His hand grabbed hers and he marched her to the couch like she was a wayward child.
He landed on the leather cushion and pulled her ungracefully across his lap with her butt in the air. He pulled up her skirt bringing his leg from under her and using it to hold down her thighs. The first strike of his palm landed before she could protest.
“I have a reason for everything I do.” Thwap. “Your only responsibility is to do what you’re told.” Thwap. “I want an answer now. Did you pleasure yourself last night?”
The small butterfly vibrator was causing her pussy to gush and his spanking stung but it was the most erotic feeling she’d ever known. Her orgasm was right on the edge of release but before she could say anything he flipped her and turned off the butterfly. Without missing a beat, he turned her back over and laid an even sharper slap to her ass.
“I can go on all night but I promise you will not come.”
“It was an accident. I dreamed you were flogging me and I woke up with my fingers getting me off. I’m sorry.”
He placed his hands under her armpits and lifted her off his lap as he rose. He stood her on her feet.
“Lift your skirt and tuck it high and into your waistband and then lock your fingers behind your neck.”
She didn’t hesitate.
He went to his knees and she inhaled sharply. His hand went to her right ankle and lifted her foot up onto the couch. He then moved the butterfly slightly over and his tongue licked from her slit to her clit. Two fingers entered her slowly sliding in and out. His lips took her clit between them and then sucked the stiff bud of sensation into his mouth.
Her scream resounded through the room as tremors rocked her pussy and then throughout her body. When the last pulse quivered inside her vaginal walls his tongue passed once more over her slit and then he stood. Taking her hands from behind her head he held them at her sides and kissed her.
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