We walked to the back entrance where I used my key card and code to get inside. My arm immediately shot around her waist as I guided her through the crowded club. Music blared overhead, and couples paired off together on the dance floor.
I guided her upstairs to the playroom and located the one I’d specifically reserved for the evening. I slid my key card inside, and the room opened to a small area with a leather sofa. It faced a glass window that looked directly into a playroom, which was fully furnished with everything a consensual Dom/sub encounter could need.
Rome eyed the room, not having a clue what we were doing.
I grabbed her hand and guided her to the sofa. We both sat down, and I held her hand on my thigh.
We looked into the empty playroom.
Rome was patient for several minutes, not saying anything as she expected something to happen. But eventually, she grew tired of the unknown. “Calloway—”
The door to the playroom opened, and a man and a woman walked inside. Jet was a good-looking guy with a powerful body, a fierce expression, and experience in the lifestyle that made him a respected Dom. With him was a woman who had been one of his favorite subs over the past year.
“On your knees.” Jet issued the command with ease and pulled his shirt over his head, revealing a chiseled physique similar to mine. He gave her directions of what to do, having her behave in the exact manner he preferred.
I explained what we were doing. “They know we’re here. But they can’t see us.”
“And why are we here?” She spoke quietly like we could be overheard.
“I want you to see what it’s like, sweetheart. You won’t give me a chance yourself. But maybe if you watched, you would understand.”
A quiet sigh escaped her lips, her disappointment evident. “Calloway—”
“Just consider it. I’m not asking you to do anything but watch.”
“I’m not gonna watch two people have sex,” she argued.
“You’ve never seen porn?” I challenged, knowing even an innocent virgin like her must have touched herself to a good video every now and then. “It’s not any different. In fact, they want to be watched. It’s a fetish of theirs.”
“It’s still—”
“Rome, I’m asking you to do this for me. Isn’t that enough?” I’d made a lot of compromises for her. It wasn’t out of the question for me to ask her to do this in exchange.
Her eyes were glued to Jet and Jasmine through the window. Rome was obviously uncomfortable with them getting undressed, but once she relaxed, she would feel aroused. She would want what they had—but with me.
Jet stood naked at the foot of the mattress and looked down at Cynthia. “Suck me off. Now.”
Her hands were in front of her with a sash, and she rose up to put his dick in her mouth. Jet gripped the back of her head and forcefully pulled her mouth over his length, hitting her in the back of the throat as he fucked her hard. Saliva dripped down her jaw and splashed onto her knees. She breathed whenever she had a chance but committed herself to sucking him just the way he wanted.
Jet played with his balls as he shoved his cock deep inside her throat, nearly making her gag a few times. When he was about to come, he pulled her mouth off his length and gripped her by the hair. “Hands in the air. Now.”
She lifted her arms to the ceiling.
Jet fastened the shackles above her to her arms then suspended her inches above the floor. He snatched a whip from the stand then slapped her unexpectedly on the ass.
She cried out as she swung forward, her ass already marked red.
Rome immediately looked agitated, like she couldn’t handle it.
I gripped her thigh and kept her steady. “Give it a chance.”
“You want me to whip you, baby?” Jet asked as he positioned himself behind her, his cock still long and hard.
“Yes,” she answered.
“You’re gonna have to be louder than that.”
“Yes,” she yelled.
“You’ve been a bad girl, huh?” Jet came up behind her and gripped her by the hips. He kneeled down and kissed the area between her cheeks, licking her pussy as the whip remained in his hand.
She rolled her head back, her face tilted to the ceiling. “Yes…”
Jet ate her out for a few moments, worshiping her body with his tongue. He sucked and licked, bringing her to the edge of bliss.
I eyed Rome out of the corner of my eye, hoping for some reaction. Her cheeks were slightly tinted, but I wasn’t certain what that meant.
Jet stepped back with the whip. “You’ll come when I tell you to come.” He struck the whip across her back, making her swing forward with the momentum.
“Oh…”
He whipped her again, pacing back and forth as he admired the red mark down her back. “Do you understand me?” He whipped her again.
“Yes…” She moaned as the tears bubbled in her eyes.
“Yes, Sir,” he corrected. He whipped her again.
The arrangement continued until she received ten lashes. Her back was marked with the red lines, but they were superficial and would fade by the following morning. He moved his arm with ease, striking her far gentler than I had with some subs.
He stepped in front of her and wrapped her legs around his waist then shoved himself inside her, having an easy entry because she was soaked. “Baby…you feel so good right now.” He fucked her hard as she hung from the ceiling, her hips grinding with him as they moved together. He sucked her nipples into his mouth and even bit them from time to time. Every time she seemed to be hurt, she was quickly reabsorbed back into the moment.
Watching him fuck her with such intensity reminded me of my passion for Rome. I wish I were fucking her like that at this very moment. I wasn’t aroused by Jet or Cynthia. But I was turned on by the idea of having that kind of relationship with the woman right beside me.
My hand moved to her thigh, and I slowly slid up her dress, migrating to the apex of her thighs.
She turned to me, her lips parted like she’d been breathing heavier than usual. Her cheeks were rosy and her nipples hard through the top of her dress. I recognized that look from all the times I’d fucked her.
She was turned on.
I knew it.
I moved my mouth to hers and kissed her as we both listened to Jet fuck Cynthia into oblivion. My tongue moved into her mouth until it met hers. They danced together with desperation, our mutual arousal combining. My hand continued up her thigh until I felt the lace of her underwear. I stroked it gently until my fingers pulled it to the side and exposed her glistening sex. The second I touched her clit, I felt the moisture. I rubbed her gently before I turned aggressive, making her pant and moan for me. She may have been thinking about Jet and Cynthia a moment ago, but she was certainly thinking about me now.
I fingered her and rubbed my thumb against her clit as I continued to kiss her. My hard dick pressed against the inside of my jeans as he ached for release. I wanted to fuck her senseless right then and there. Feeling her arousal across my fingertips, knowing she was hot for the same reasons I was, was a fantasy come true.
I was finally getting what I wanted.
If only I had done this a long time ago.
Jet and Cynthia were now irrelevant to me. They did their part, and now they were forgettable. I was a much stronger Dom than Jet could ever be. If Rome was turned on by that, wait until she saw me in action.
I lifted her from the sofa and carried her out of the room, still kissing her as I moved across the hall and got one of the playrooms unlocked. The door shut behind us, and I dropped her on the bed. I practically ripped her dress as I got it off, needing her to be naked as quickly as possible.
She unclasped her bra for me to speed things along, and I yanked her panties off and spotted the sticky arousal that soaked the fabric. My jeans and shirt were gone, and now my hands started to shake. I could finally have her the way I wanted her. Now I didn’t know what to do first.
/> But then I snapped into action.
I snatched a handful of cable ties. “Turn over.”
She did as I asked.
A thrill ran through my body immediately, making me tingle and go numb. Seeing her obey was the sexiest thing I’d ever witnessed. She didn’t fight me. She just listened.
Fuck, I wasn’t going to last long.
I stuck her ass in the air then yanked her wrists to her knees. I secured the cable ties around both her wrists and ankles, keeping them together so she couldn’t move. She looked stunning that way, a sub ready to be spanked.
I needed to punish her. She’d made me wait so long for this. My chest was about to explode from the anticipation.
I pressed my mouth to her entrance and tasted her, feeling her arousal all over my tongue. I sucked her clit and ate her out like she was a feast prepared just for me. Her moans echoed in the room, growing louder and louder until she was on the verge of coming. I purposely sucked her clit harder to bring her to the very edge.
Then I pulled away.
Her moans turned into a whimper of devastation.
My hand moved to her ass, and I rubbed her cheek, my cock ready to burst at the sight. In a few seconds, my palm was going to mark her fair skin, turning it red. The outline of my hand was going to be imprinted on her skin until the following morning. “You deserve to be punished, Rome. You’ve teased me for so long.”
She breathed deeply as she felt my hand glide over her ass. Her hair stretched down her back in loose curls, contrasting against her white skin. She glanced at me over her shoulder, her lips still parted with arousal.
“You have a lot of making up to do.” I smacked my palm against her ass hard, making her jolt forward with the momentum. The clapping sound echoed in the playroom, music to my ears. My cock twitched at the same time, eager to be inside that wet cunt.
She gave a yelp as she shifted forward, not expecting me to spank her like that. She held herself up on her arms and stiffened.
My hand wrapped around her hair, and I yanked her head back, making her look toward the ceiling. “Men like me don’t wait, Rome.” I spanked her harder, leaving a mark on her ass where my hand struck her.
She shifted forward again, her neck strained since I had a hold of her hair.
I rubbed her other cheek, ready to make it just as red as the other. My cock slid between her cheeks because he desperately wanted to be inside her. I hadn’t even fucked her yet, and I’d never been this hard-up, this excited. I raised my palm to strike her again.
“Don’t.” She fought against the cable ties that secured her wrists to her ankles. “Stop.”
We hadn’t established a safe word yet, but when a woman told me to stop, I stopped. I wanted to keep going—more than anything else in the fucking world. My cock wanted to ignore her protests and suffer the consequences later. But the decent man inside me took control. I undid both of the cable ties so she could be free.
She immediately moved away from me on the bed, covering her chest with her arms like she didn’t want me to look at her. Tears were in her eyes, and she pulled her knees to her chest, hiding her figure even more.
It killed me.
Naturally, I wanted to wrap my arms around her and protect her from all of her fears. But there was nothing I could do when I was the one she was terrified of. I grabbed my boxers and jeans and pulled them on, not wanting her to know that I was still hard for her. It would take me at least half an hour to come down from the high she just gave me.
I sat on the other side of the bed and waited for her to speak first, giving her the opportunity to say whatever she needed to say. I was devastated she’d pulled away from me. Did I hit her too hard? Did I do something to frighten her? Didn’t she trust me enough not to take her somewhere she couldn’t handle? “Sweetheart, talk to me.”
“Why do you enjoy hurting me so much?” Her voice was heavy with impending tears. They didn’t fall from her eyes, but they were bubbling under the surface. “Why am I not enough for you? Why do we always come back here?”
That was too many questions for me to answer at once. “You liked watching Jet and Cynthia. I thought you would understand that the relationship is beautiful. It’s passionate. It’s sexy. I want that with you.”
“I thought what we had was already beautiful…”
“It is,” I said quietly. “And I do cherish what we have. I just want more sometimes. I thought if I showed you what it was like, you might feel differently. And you did. We can argue all you want, but you were soaked before I even touched you. Explain that to me, Rome.”
She held her tongue.
“Rome,” I pressed. “Don’t deny it.”
She opened her mouth to speak but closed it again. Minutes trickled by, but she still didn’t say anything. “I did like it. I did think it was sexy. But when I was on the bed…and you were hitting me…it made me feel worthless. It made me feel weak. It made me feel like someone you could abuse because I’m inferior to you. And it reminds me of…a lot of things. The fact that you enjoy hurting me so much just breaks my heart.” She sniffed, and a tear finally came loose.
Now I regretted bringing her here.
I scooted to her side of the bed and wrapped my arm around her. “It’s more than that, Rome. It’s about trust. It’s about you allowing me to do these things. I would never truly hurt you. I would never give you more than you could take.”
“But why does it have to be this way at all?” she whispered. “Why can’t we just be a normal couple that makes love? Why can’t we have rough sex sometimes? Why do we have to go to this dark and disturbing place? I love you, Calloway. I just want you.”
I pulled her into my chest and pressed my lips to her hairline. I wanted to tell her I felt the same way, but I just couldn’t do it. She’d been so patient with me, but I couldn’t cross that line. “I’m sorry. I really think if we tried a few times, you would realize it’s a beautiful relationship. It doesn’t make you weak. It’s the opposite, Rome. It will make both of us strong. We don’t have to do it all the time—just sometimes.”
“I don’t want to do it at all, Calloway.” Her tears stopped, and her voice became stern. “I’m sorry. I know this is something you want, but I just can’t do it. It goes against everything I believe in, everything I stand for. A woman should never have to put up with a man laying a hand on her—”
“It’s not like that. Don’t paint me a woman-beater.” I wasn’t like Hank and knocked her around because she said something to piss me off. “I spanked you so you would feel good. If you really fell into the moment with me, you would feel that pleasure.”
She shook her head like her answer would never change. “I don’t want this, Calloway. If this is something you can’t live without, then…” She couldn’t finish the sentence because it was too painful. “I understand.”
Experiencing the high, even for a moment, reminded me how much I loved being a Dom, how much I loved being in a playroom. But I knew I would never have the same experience with anyone else. “I can’t live without you, sweetheart. You know that.”
She finally looked at me, her eyes still wet.
I kissed the corner of her eye and sighed, disappointed this dream was taken away from me. But I’d tried to make it work between us. I’d tried to show her it was more pleasure than pain. But her past, her struggles, clouded her mind so much that she couldn’t truly feel the exhilaration. “I’m sorry I brought you here. I’m sorry I pressured you.” When I held her against my chest, I felt her melt like she always did. Instead of storming off and saying I was an asshole, she stuck by me. If she was willing to put up with my transgressions, I needed to put up with hers. Otherwise, we would lose each other.
And I couldn’t survive that.
I kissed her temple. “Let’s go home.”
We didn’t have sex for two days.
I could tell she wasn’t ready for it. Every night when we went to bed, she purposely turned away from me, her body language t
elling me everything I needed to know. Whenever she kissed me, it was always quick and passionless, like if she gave me more affection than that, it could give me the wrong impression.
But honestly, I didn’t really want to have sex either.
Which was a first for me.
After having my fantasy in my grasp and losing it, I was too devastated to want anything. I had Rome on the bed with her ass in the air, her hands tied to her ankles, and I had the luxury of spanking her so hard my palm left a mark.
And then it was taken away from me.
Just like that dream I had, the experience was absolutely incredible. I’d never felt more alive than I did in that moment with her, when she allowed me to do whatever I wanted. Knowing her pussy got wet for the same reasons my cock got hard was everything I wanted.
But that was over.
Now I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know where to go from here. I could just walk away from Rome and pick up a sub in a few hours.
But, fuck, I didn’t want another sub.
I didn’t want another woman.
I only wanted her Rome.
So how did I rectify this? How did I fix this?
I didn’t have a clue.
I was sitting at my desk in the office when Jackson called me. Perhaps he’d made a decision about my mom. I took the call and stared out the window. “What?”
“Geez, you’re in a bad mood.”
I let the insult roll off my shoulder. “What?”
“Are you a parrot now?”
My hand formed a fist. “You have something to tell me, asshole? If not, I have shit to do.”
“Whoa, alright,” Jackson said. “I heard through the grapevine you took Rome to Ruin a few nights ago. But you didn’t stick around. What happened?”
Jet must have mentioned it. “I don’t want to talk about it, Jackson. I’ll talk to you later.” I moved the phone to the base.
“Whoa, whoa. Hold on. Don’t hang up on me.”
The only reason why I put the phone back to my ear was because he was my brother.
He must have known I was still around because he spoke again. “I’m not being nosy—”
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