by Diane Leyne
“What a strange couple.”
“Yeah, well, they do love each other, and Jake does what he does because it gives both of them pleasure. But it also was because of Maria. It turned her on to see him whipping and fucking Kris. So he’s been playing with them once a month for years now. But he told them it had to end, and they begged him to scene with them one last time. It was bad enough when Kris started crying, but when Cody cried, he didn’t have the heart to deny them.
“But he doesn’t want you to see it. You should have seen his expression. They didn’t want to cancel at the last minute and they promised not to ask again, if he only did this one last scene with them.
“He didn’t even want you to know about it because he’s not doing it any more after tonight, but I have big mouth. Now let’s go before my brothers see that I haven’t taken you home yet.”
She found this whole explanation disturbing, but when Jake was single, he could have sex with anyone he wanted for whatever reason he wanted. However, she didn’t like the idea of “one more time” no matter how much anyone cried. She did love that her big bad Dom had a generous heart, but sub or not, she was going to put her foot down about him being generous with his cock. She’d discuss that directly with him later, but right now, one word in Zack’s soliloquy jumped out and claimed her attention above all others and that was the name Maria. The subs had mentioned her and now Zack. She was going to pump the very loose-lipped Zack while she had the chance.
“Who is Maria?”
“Damn. I shouldn’t have mentioned her. Don’t tell Jake. Please.”
“Those subs from earlier. They mentioned her in the ladies’ room. Who is she, Zack? Was she his sub? When did they break up? Does she want him back? Does he still want her?” She was feeling very un-sub-like, and clearly Zack wasn’t a very practiced Dom as we wavered and cracked under her best stern librarian voice.
“She was his wife. She died a few years ago.”
Lindy felt her face go hot and then cold as the blood rushed in and out. She had thought Maria was his previous sub. But a wife?
“How long were they married?”
“That’s not important.”
“How long?”
“I’m not sure. I know they met when they started college…” His voice trailed off miserably.
She did the math in her head. Even if they hadn’t been married the whole time, they met at eighteen and were together until a few years ago. Jake was thirty-nine. If she died three years ago, that means they were together eighteen years ago, half his lifetime when she died.
Her stomach dropped. How did she compete with that kind of memory? He was with a woman who was a “pain slut” for years. Did he need his? Did he expect Lindy to be like that? They didn’t break up. She died. That meant that Jake would always love her and Lindy would have to compete with a memory.
She braced herself. She had to see this scene he was doing with these people. If this was what Maria liked, she’d try to like it, too, if it meant so much to Jake. She wouldn’t want him to stop doing something he liked. And if he liked being with a—she cringed at the term “pain slut”—she’d have to make an effort.
She walked away from Zack, reentering the main room, looking around at the various raised platforms, but it only took a moment to see where the main show was going on. She worked her way closer.
She found herself fascinated and a bit scared by the intensity of it. Kris was strapped down to a spanking bench, writhing in ecstasy under the lash of Jake’s whip. She watched, mesmerized, as Jake’s arm moved quickly, painting a picture on her back of crisscrossing lines. She could see the man who must have been the Dom Cody standing to one side, looking on with love at his sub.
She looked at Jake, and he didn’t seem to be enjoying what he was doing at all. He was being efficient and workmanlike and just trying to get the job done. Suddenly, Kris’s orgasm ripped through her. Her Dom pushed Jake toward the woman, who was now begging to be fucked.
The crowd seemed puzzled. Lindy knew it must have been a regular form of entertainment for them, so they were probably wondering what was going on. She watched, and Jake appeared to be losing the argument. He started unbuttoning his pants, but he was clearly not aroused. Suddenly, there was a commotion and Zack pushed his way to the stage along with a man Lindy didn’t recognize. The stranger walked over behind Kris and slapped her ass. The sound ricocheted through the room. Suddenly everyone’s attention was on the stranger. Cody and Jake walked over and the four of them spoke intently for a few moments. It was clear that Cody knew who he was even if Lindy didn’t. There was a brief discussion, and then it was the stranger who was fucking Kris while her husband watched, growing visibly more aroused by the sight of a stranger taking his woman.
When he was finished, Cody almost pushed him out of the way to get to Kris.
* * * *
Crisis averted. Jake thanked the younger man and the new Dom who had taken his place. Then turned to leave the stage when he saw Lindy’s stricken face. He rushed toward her, but she turned to run, only to find her path blocked by the two subs who’d been bad-mouthing her in the bathroom. Lindy saw their amusement as they stepped around her and then knelt in front of Jake.
“Master Jake, may we humbly offer ourselves to your service?” asked the smaller one. “We would be pleased to service your every need. Whip us, beat us. We are yours to command.”
Feeling a surge of temper, Lindy broke all the rules of sub-hood and pulled them to their feet and away from Jake.
“He’s with me. Go find your own Dom,” she stated angrily. “Leave mine alone.”
Now no one was watching the activities on the stage. The action on the floor was much more interesting. People moved aside, forming a circle around the four people involved in the drama, waiting to see how he would deal with her public show of aggression. Subs were supposed to obey their masters, not make demands of their own
Lindy looked at Jake’s horrified yet slightly amused countenance as he took in the scene. Quickly, she dropped to her knees, lowering her head, knowing that if she’d left as he’d requested, this never would have happened.
“What’s going on here?” demanded one of the twins, pushing through the crowd.
“I saw it all.” Duncan, the bartender, pushed through. “Those two so-called subs went aggressively after a Dom with a collared sub. Lindy got mad and also reacted very un-sub-like, but in her defense, she’s new at this. Those two should know better. A sub does not pursue a Dom. And you always respect a collar like you would a wedding ring. But all three did violate the rules and deserve to be punished.”
The brothers consulted.
“You two. You are banished from the Club Libertine for one month. When you return, you will be on probation for a year. Do you understand and accept your punishment?” stated Liam.
The two subs looked around and quickly realized the crowd was angry at them and thought the punishment was on the light side, so they nodded quickly and fled from the angry Dom.
Liam then turned to Lindy. “Now it’s much harder to determine your punishment. As Duncan says, you are new to BDSM, but you need to learn that there are rules that cannot be broken. Any misbehavior on your part reflects badly on your Master, who has been with us for many years and the club in general. There are rules that must be followed, even if you are new and inexperienced. I’m glad to see you on your knees showing your respect, with your head down.
“But now raise your eyes and tell us. What do you think a suitable punishment would be?”
She looked around at the faces in the crowd studying her, judging her. She looked over at Jake, his face stoic. She knew he didn’t want to see her publicly punished, but these were his friends and coworkers. She’d made him lose face with them. And she also disobeyed his order to leave because he didn’t want her to see him with the Carlisles. He’d even arranged for Zack, who he wasn’t fond of, to take her home, so badly did he not want her to see what he had to do.
/> So she did the only thing she could do to make things right.
“Master Liam, Master Cody. I am sincerely sorry for my behavior. I am new at this, but that is no excuse. I disobeyed an order from my Master and caused a scene, disrupting things for everyone. I ask that I be allowed to do penance by taking Kris’s place at the spanking bench and having my Master whip me to teach me a lesson. Then he should take me in front of all of you to demonstrate my place. If you agree, of course.”
She refused to look at Jake’s face. She could see him move to object, but Duncan and Zack stopped him. They all knew that she was doing the right thing.
Liam and Connor whispered to each other.
“Master Jake. Do you agree that this is a fitting punishment?”
“I do.”
“We understand that this may be hard for you to deliver. If you like, I can administer the punishment myself,” offered Liam.
Lindy swivelled her head around to look at Jake. She wasn’t sure if she could take anyone but him whipping her. She was relieved when he shook his head. “She’s my sub. I’ll see to her correction. Sub, up on the stage.”
Chapter Twelve
Zack came forward to help her up to the stage and strap her in place.
“Just remember not to tighten your ass. That’ll make it hurt more,” he whispered to her. “Now I have to make these restraints tight. If you move unexpectedly, Jake might accidentally hurt you badly, and that would kill him.”
He helped her off with her corset and panties and laid her over the spanking bench, attaching the restraints to her wrists and ankles.
“Relax. It’ll be over before you know it.”
Jake walked up to Zack, a ball gag in his hand. Zack fastened it around her head. “This will give you something to bite down on. And remember, crying is perfectly acceptable. You bring him no shame if you cry.”
She heard Jake behind her, cracking the whip.
“Ten lashes. Master Zack will count because the sub is gagged.”
Then, suddenly, her ass was on fire as the first lash hit. But it quickly subsided. She heard Zack counting the lashes, and she felt them, but it was not nearly as bad as she expected. She was grateful for the gag. The crowd would be expecting her to howl in pain, but this was something she could get through. She bit down on the gag. By number seven, she’d shed a few tears, but they were more tears of humiliation and sorrow. And she was surprised to feel the arousal, too. Jake paused between strokes, and that allowed the pain to morph. And he’d been careful to make sure that none of the lashes overlapped.
She felt her clit start to swell and throb. How could this be turning her on? But it was, and she could feel her pussy start to clench, desperate to be filled.
By number ten, she was limp. She expected Zack to undo the straps, but then she felt Jake behind her. She knew it was Jake. She knew his body and his cock, and it entered her dripping pussy, and he pounded his hips against her throbbing ass. He kept moving within her before reaching around her, rubbing her clit. She felt shattered by the climax that slammed through her, seemingly magnified by the pain. I’ve never felt anything like that, she thought before all rational thought fled from her mind and she realized he hadn’t come yet and was still pumping inside her.
Twice more he forced her to come for the audience. After her second orgasm, he had Zack undo the bonds on her wrists so he could pull her up, pressing her body against his so he could grip her breasts as he finished inside of her, shooting stream after stream of cum into the condom as her pussy clenched down hard on his cock, milking him.
He unfastened the bonds around her ankles and then took the blanket that Zack was holding out to him and wrapped her in it before carrying her into a back room. He sat her tenderly in his lap, rubbing cream on the red strips of flesh.
“How are you doing?”
“Oh, my god. I can see why some people get off on that. I’ve never had such an intense orgasm.” Then she yawned and was close to falling asleep. She could see the odd expression on his face. He seemed almost sad. But she yawned again, too tired to think about it now, falling asleep in his arms.
* * * *
Zack brought her coat, clothes, and shoes in a bag.
“I’ve called a cab. They should be downstairs shortly.”
Jake smiled at the boy. “Thanks, man. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate what you’ve done for her today.” And then he strode to the elevator, Lindy cradled in his arms. She was starting to stir as they approached her house. She felt Jake holding her tight while she woke up. She found herself blushing when she realized she was naked under the blanket and felt the heat enter her face.
When they arrived, she saw him pay the driver and then he juggled getting her and the bag with her things out of the cab. She was surprised when he told the cab to wait.
He walked her to the door. She could feel the waves of sadness coming off him. He was probably going to leave her at the door. He was pulling away from her emotionally, but she didn’t understand why.
She realized they’d known each other such a short time, but they had a real connection, a real chance at something special.
She waved the cab away. She could see the driver taking a good look at the clearly naked woman wrapped in the blanket and the large man holding her. He apparently decided she was the one in charge and left..
Jake had her house keys because she didn’t have pockets in the corset. He opened the door, but she didn’t enter. She didn’t even realize that the tears were falling until he reached up to brush one away.
“Don’t go.”
“I’m so sorry I hurt you,” he said hesitantly. “Is it because I hurt you? Because you hated it or because you loved it?”
She was shocked by his words. He really didn’t understand what was upsetting her. She pleaded her case.
“It’s because I can feel you pulling away. You are going to leave me, aren’t you? Because I disobeyed you and earned that punishment. You don’t want me anymore.”
She turned and opened the door, pulling him inside. “Stay with me tonight. Please. One last night”
When the door closed, she pushed him back against the door, dropping the blanket. She went down onto her knees and undid his pants.
She looked up and saw him lean back, the pleasure clear on his face as she took him into her mouth. She could see his hands flex as if he wanted to grab her head and take control, but he kept them at his sides for several long minutes. She teased him with her mouth until he reached down and picked her up and carried her into the bedroom. She was thrilled by the dominance in his tone when he ordered her to get naked, and then he stripped. Then her heart melted when, instead of fucking her brains out, he made sweet love to her, taking his time and making sure she came over and over again.
But she could see he was still sad and he hadn’t come yet. It was like he was holding himself back, refusing to take his own pleasure. Something was seriously wrong. She pulled away from him.
“What’s wrong?”
He didn’t answer. He just tucked her against him, holding her tight. But there were waves of tension coming off him.
“I need to go.”
“I don’t understand. Don’t you want me any more?”
“I’ll always want you. I just don’t know if I can be with you the way you need me to be.”
She felt his words stabbing her in the heart. She had just found a man she thought she could be with forever. What was wrong? Was he tired of her already? Did he hate her because of the disrespect she’d shown him in the club? All of these words ran through her head, but what came out of her mouth was very different. “Tell me about Maria.”
Jake didn’t answer for a long time. He just held Lindy closer. She thought he wasn’t going to answer her, but then the words came tumbling out like they’d been building up for a while and he couldn’t hold them in any more.
Like Zack had told her, they’d been eighteen. They were kids really, away from home for the first tim
e, at university. They had been part of the same group of friends and had almost drifted together as everyone else paired off.
“Maria was a firecracker. She was tall, although not as tall as you. And she had the lean build of a runner. I was always worried about hurting her, but turns out she liked that. We got married the day after we graduated, got a small apartment, started establishing our careers. You know I worked in IT. She was a therapist. It was ironic, really, considering how fucked up she was. She’d been abused as a child. Her first sexual experiences involved pain. I guess she grew up learning to associate pain with pleasure.
“That wasn’t my thing at all. But once I spanked her in play, and she loved it. She encouraged me to go further the next time. Looking back, I can see that she always had a clear path in mind. She’d known if she mentioned BDSM to me, I’d have shied away. I guess I should be grateful to her, in a way. She helped me get in touch with my dominant side. Like I told you, I love control. I need control during sex. Maybe that’s partly because I used to feel so out of control with her, I don’t know.
“But she kept pushing me to hurt her more and more. For our third anniversary, she gave me lesson on how to use a cat-o’-nine-tails. For our fifth anniversary, it was lessons with a whip. I turned out to be very adept.
“I liked pleasing her. And it turned out I could get her off without touching her with my body. After a while, I realized she was only tolerating my cock. It was my whip hand she wanted.
“She used to brag about my prowess to her sub friends. One day one of the Doms approached me and asked me to whip his sub. She wanted to try it, and he wasn’t sure he could do it safely, so he asked me to.
“I asked Maria. Her eyes glittered. I could tell that the thought turned her on. She encouraged me to do it. I refused to use the single tail on someone who’d never really experienced pain before. I used a riding crop and brought her to orgasm. And so the legend was born. I could spend every night whipping women.
“The joy was gone, but she was my wife. I had made a commitment to her. So we ticked along. Me whipping her, but as often as I could, making excuses not to, working all hours. Her occasionally letting me fuck her to keep me happy, but growing increasingly restless. And then one day at the club, I was using the single tail on her. It was her birthday, and I couldn’t deny her.