He crouched in front of her and took Maggie’s hands in his. “Answer me three questions.”
Her gaze shifted from their joined hands to his face and back. “Okay.”
“First, did you like what we’ve done so far?”
She nodded. “You know I have.”
“At any point have I forced you to do anything you didn’t want?”
“No.” While he hadn’t really given her much say in what was happening, she knew if she’d protested enough about any one particular thing, he would have stopped.
“Is anything we’re doing in here affecting or hurting anybody else?”
“Of course not.”
He squeezed her hands. “Then stop beating yourself up over this. I’ll admit that this kind of sex is taboo, but if you enjoy it, who really cares? The person you are beyond these walls can be a totally different person than the one who enjoys being gagged and fucked up the ass.”
His harsh description of what they’d just done only moments before caused heat to creep into her face. Why was it she could do the act with no problem, but talking or thinking about it caused her to blush?
His smile returned as he tugged her to her feet. “Let’s take that shower and then we’ll talk some more.”
She rose to her feet, turned and stepped into the shower in front of him. The enclosure, encased in glass and sporting multiple showerheads, was large enough for a group of people to shower at the same time. With several handles placed in strategic places around the stall, there wasn’t any doubt it was built with sex in mind.
Shower sex hadn’t been on her wish list, but she certainly wouldn’t turn it down if Julian wanted to take her there.
Julian enjoyed the warmth of the water striking his skin as he stepped into the spray. To say he was tired would be a huge understatement, yet even now, he was still aroused and ready to go again if she could handle him.
During the eight years he’d been a Dom, he’d taken on more subs than he could count on both hands, with the longest any of them lasted being just over a year. The first time he’d had a sub leave, it had torn at his heart, making him rethink his position as a Dom. After talking to several of the other Doms, he soon realised that it wasn’t uncommon for a sub to walk away from the lifestyle. It was, after all, about more than just sex. A relationship between a Dominant and submissive was still a relationship and just like any other. There had to be some connection, some spark between the participants in order to keep the bond strong.
After his first sub left, he’d made the decision then not to get too attached in the future and, he now realised, had set all his other relationships up for doom. His gaze travelled over Maggie as she stood beneath one of the showerheads, her eyes closed, enjoying the spray. With her, the need to feel, to open his heart and explore the possibilities was strong, but what if she also decided to leave?
An ache started in his chest and he pushed a hand against his sternum in an attempt to make it go away. He’d screwed up big time. With their already established friendship, he shouldn’t have taken her on as a sub.
You wouldn’t have been any happier to see her being lead around by Cain or, worse yet, Xavier. That juicy bit of knowledge did little to ease the ache in his heart. The facts were simple. The moment he’d set eyes on her, the stakes had changed and he’d made the conscious decision to roll with that change. Now it would be a matter of trying to make Maggie see that what they had was more than the sum of its parts.
The sudden need to touch her overwhelmed him and he moved forward, snaking his arms around her waist. Her eyes drifted open, revealing a newfound trust that nearly brought him to his knees. She was giving him something he hadn’t earned yet and that humbled him beyond words.
Pulling her close, he lowered his head, brushing her lips with a softness he didn’t know he possessed. Water cascaded over them both, slicking their already warm bodies. As he made love to her mouth, Julian lowered his hands, gently cupping a breast in each palm. With his thumbs, he grazed over her nipples, caressing and teasing them until they puckered and stood erect.
Julian couldn’t stop his groan as she burrowed a hand between their bodies and curled her delicate fingers around his cock. His gaze flicked downward and he watched as she stroked his shaft until he was hard, the head dark and swollen above her fist. She placed her other hand on his chest. Her fingers glided easily over the surface, her nails gently raking over all the dips and valleys on her way south. Lowering herself, she traced a path with one finger, following the wet, dark trail of hair leading down to his navel. With her knees on the hard tiles floor of the shower, she finally brought both hands to his cock.
He loved the feel of her as she worked her hand up and down his length, squeezing lightly. She eased the crown past her lips, paused to lick around the rim, and Julian clung to his one last shred of control. Finally, after what seemed to be several long torturous minutes, she swallowed him deep. His hands flew to her head, holding her as his hips began to move. Her hands fell away, landing on his muscled thighs to brace herself against his onslaught. .
She closed her eyes and tilted her head back, giving him the room to slide deeper into her throat.
“Damn, Maggie.” Julian clenched his teeth. He curled a hand beneath her jaw and forced it upward, opening her throat even more. He slid deeper, pushing past her gag reflex and held there. Through heavy-lidded eyes, he watched as she breathed through her nose. “Do you have any clue how beautiful you look with your lips stretched around my dick?” He pulled back, allowing the tip to tap against her tongue before he rocked forward again, pushing deep.
“I want to see me come in your mouth, pet. Stick your tongue out. Yeah, that’s it, sweetheart,” he praised as she followed his order. What a good little sub she was turning out to be. “Now, I want you to use your hands and make me come all over your tongue.”
Not flinching at his crude demand, she curled her fingers around the base of his cock and worked it up and down. His hips began to undulate, and he slapped one hand to the tiled wall while the other cupped the back of her head. Fire burned at his spine, filling his gut until his cock began to jerk and pulse in her hand. He barely managed to keep his eyes open to watch as the first ropy jet landed on her tongue. It was quickly followed by another, disappearing into the recesses of her mouth as the dam finally broke and he flooded her mouth until some of it dribbled over her lips and down her chin. Not blinking, she looked up at him and swallowed down the rest, proving just how obedient she could be.
Finally, with nothing left to give, he sagged against the wall, hoping his now shaky legs would keep him upright until he managed to regroup. His eyes fell closed as his head thunked back against the tiled wall. Would he ever be able to catch his breath after she’d so thoroughly sucked the life right out of him?
It was only when he felt her fingers crawl across his abdomen, walking their way up to his chest, did he open his eyes and look at her. Her wet hair trailed down her back as water continued to cascade over her, dripping off her nipples to the floor below. “Master, is there anything else I can do for you?”
He had to give her credit for being able to remember to call him ‘Master’. After the thorough blowjob he’d just received, he could barely remember his name. “No, pet, that will be all. Why don’t you go on out and dry off?”
Her lips tipped into a frown. “Did I do something wrong? Were you not pleased with my performance?”
His eyes widened at her question. “What in the hell makes you think you did something wrong?”
“You’re dismissing me, so I assumed—”
He placed a finger over her lips and hooked his free hand under her arm, pulling her to her feet. “First of all, never assume that you know what your Master is thinking. Assuming will only get you in trouble. Do I make myself clear?”
She nodded. “Yes, Master.”
“Good. Now as far as the other thing goes, I’ll tell you right now, you did a spectacular job. So good, in fact, that
I need a minute—or several actually—to recover enough to get out of the shower. Now go on and get yourself dried off, honey. I’ll be out in a minute.”
He watched through hazy vision as she confidently stepped from the shower and pulled two towels from the rack. Earlier tonight, she’d wrapped herself in a towel, embarrassed to show him her body. Now she strutted around as if she hadn’t a worry in the world. It really was amazing how much a person could change in just a few hours.
She turned back to where he stood and tossed the towel on the counter. “Thank you.”
She couldn’t possibly know how ‘welcome’ she was. Julian turned off the taps and stepped out of the stall. He took his time drying off while the blood slowly returned to his brain. So far she’d exceeded his expectations in every way. Most women would never have agreed to even half of what he’d put her through so far. And there was still so much more for her to learn.
He frowned at that thought. What if the harder core stuff turned her off? As much as he wanted her to stay and be his sub, he couldn’t let her waste her money. She needed to be absolutely sure that this was what she wanted. And he knew exactly how to make that happen.
Tossing the towel aside he strode from the bathroom to find her sitting the bed, hands in her lap as she patiently waited for him. Did she know that she was a natural submissive? With the way she carried herself at work, he would have never guessed it if he hadn’t seen this side of her for himself.
He eased down onto the bed next to her and slipped a hand in hers. “You do understand that what we’ve done here tonight is only a small taste of a much larger pie.”
She nodded.
“Would you like to know more about what you’d be stepping into if you stayed?”
“Yes, but you said I wasn’t ready to experience the heavier stuff yet.”
He squeezed her hand. “You’re right, but that doesn’t mean you can’t get a look at what’s in store for you.”
“But you said yourself that’s against the rules.”
“I know what I said, Maggie, but sometimes rules are made to be broken.”
He let go of her hand, stood and walked to the table where he retrieved the remote control. “The club has an internal video feed that covers several areas on the second floor. The videos have two purposes. The first is to satisfy the voyeuristic needs of members who, while they don’t like to be watched themselves, enjoy watching others. Thus the reason for the television sets in the private rooms. The second reason is for security purposes, which doesn’t actually concern you right now. Normally, new subs aren’t shown the video feed, but I think under the circumstances it would be in your best interest to view it.”
Chapter Nine
He pushed the power button and the screen came to life. The first image Maggie saw was of a long, rounded bar. Several men and women sat on the barstools, sipping drinks and talking. It could have been a scene out of any bar in the city if it hadn’t been for the fact that most of the men were either shirtless or clad in black vests and pants. The dress code for the women apparently varied quite a bit, as they all seemed to be wearing, or not wearing, something different. The one common denominator was their exposed breasts and vaginal areas.
Maggie stared at the screen, studying the figures while they went about their business. Would she be required to dress like that if she stayed? “The women are pretty much naked.”
She caught Julian’s nod in her peripheral vision. “The second floor rules for subs are clear. They must be dressed in a manner that provides easy access for play. While some people might find a strip tease sexy, that’s not what this club is about or at least this particular night at the club. Doms want to be able to show off their subs, especially if they’re proud of them. They also want quick and easy access to breasts and pelvic areas. Going to the second floor would require quite a bit of courage on your part.”
The hope in his voice was unmistakable and she nearly smiled. There wasn’t any doubt in her mind that he wanted her to stay, to immerse herself in the world of bondage and submission. However, the decision to stay had to be hers and he knew it, which was probably why he’d bucked the rules and turned on the video feed. Better for her to make the decision now, when she still had a chance to get most of her money back, minus the application fee, than to wait until later to decide she couldn’t handle the situation.
“Can you show me more?” If she was going to make an informed decision, it was best to learn everything she could about the situation.
Julian pressed a button on the remote and the scene on the screen changed. Now poised on what appeared to be a lounge area, men and woman sat on couches and chairs talking with each other, while others, their necks sporting collars that were hooked to leashes like pets, sat on the floor at their feet. Off to one side, some women sat alone, a few with collars, and appeared to be tethered to the floor by long chains.
“Why are those women alone? Don’t they have Masters?”
“The ones tied to the floor do. Their Masters have been called away for business or might even been on patrol.”
“Patrol?”
“Some of the senior Doms. The ones who have at least five or more years of experience here have the added responsibility of patrolling the playrooms and dungeon to make sure none of the club rules are being broken. Since you never know when a situation may turn ugly, it’s best to leave the sub in a safe area. Tethering them to the floor lets others know that they’re taken, so that Masters without permanent subs will steer clear.”
He tucked a finger beneath her chin and turned her face to look at him. “Do you think you could handle being chained like that, pet? Because I’m sure as hell not going to leave you un-tethered for any asshole to claim.”
There was both challenge and concern in his tone as she watched him watching her. Being chained like a dog seemed more than a bit degrading in her eyes. But then wasn’t humiliation and pain part of what being a sub was all about? She lifted a hand to touch the collar that even now she still wore. Truth be told, she’d already become so accustomed to it, she’d forgotten it was there. However, there was a big difference between wearing a collar and being chained in public. Knowing that he’d accept her answer no matter what she meant a lot. “If I decide to stay, then I’ll figure out a way to handle it.”
His expression never changed, and for a moment, she wasn’t sure if he would accept her answer. “Fair enough,” he finally said, releasing her. “If you’re going to make an informed decision, then there’s still more for you to see.”
He pointed the remote at the screen and yet another picture popped up. This time, it was of a large room with a giant bed in the middle. “This is the main,” he explained. “It’s a reserved area where couples go to put on a show. There are several of these areas on the second floor. Most of which are smaller in scale. All stage areas are reserved in advance. Club members are not allowed to join in unless invited to do so by the participants. They can, however, stand and watch.”
He leaned into her, his body heat infusing her skin until she could feel desire starting to build once more. “One of your wish list items is having sex in public. This would be a safe place for you do that, and if you stay, I have no qualms about fucking you in front of the other club members.” His blatant words, rough with need, sent excitement racing through her veins.
Before she could respond, he reached between her legs and shoved two fingers deep into her channel, causing her to whimper as her head fell back in enjoyment. “You’re wet as hell, Maggie. You like the idea of me putting you on display and having my way with you, don’t you, my pet?”
“Yes, Master,” she replied, the words tumbling from her lips with such ease, it surprised her. He was right. As frightening as the idea was, she couldn’t deny the exhibitionist within her. The idea of people watching her participate in such a private act was exhilarating.
Her head hit the mattress and she lost all sight of the screen. Julian followed her down, his lips plant
ing gentle kisses along her neck before moving on to the slope of her breast.
He lowered himself over her. “Wrap your hands around my cock, sweetheart.”
Following instructions, she grabbed his stick, loving the way it felt in her hand as it lengthened and grew within her grasp.
“Now guide me.”
She barely had time to position him before he thrust into her. He held her for a moment, giving her time to adjust. Her arms wrapped around his back, bringing him closer as her channel shuddered around his cock. She felt deliciously stretched, filled in a way that completed her.
Even though they’d only spent a few hours as lovers, there was comfort in their familiarity with each other’s bodies. Maybe that had more to do with the friendship they shared than anything else. Whatever the reason, she was simply thankful to experience the intimacy she’d missed with the few who had made it to her bed before.
He cupped her face and lowered himself down to meet her kiss. His hips rolled, thrusting into her even as his tongue thrust between her lips. She accepted the invasion with renewed enthusiasm and met his tongue with her own, tasting him, absorbing his strength, his tenderness.
The kiss went on and on as his hands slid beneath her. His fingers caressed her back as he slowly cupped the top of her shoulders. He finally pulled away, giving them both a chance for much-needed air. With his face buried in her neck, she heard him whisper against her flesh. “God, Maggie, you make me so crazy with need it’s hard for me to remember to be gentle.”
“Then don’t.”
When he remained silent at her statement, she spoke again. “I’m not some porcelain doll that might break if you hold her wrong. I have needs and desires just like you and maybe, just maybe, I like it rough, so ride me, Master.” She paused, loving how his eyes flared when she said that word.
His feral gaze penetrated her to her very soul, and for the first time, she felt cherished, like a goddess. He wanted her desperately. No matter what the future held for them, right here in this moment, he wanted only her.
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