To Say I Love You

by Anna Martin

  “We’ve been together for a long time,” I offered. “So we’re quite comfortable in each other’s presence. He’ll get super toppy later, I’m sure.”

  I got a whack on the ass for that, and it was worth it.

  When we went out in Seattle, we often got dressed at home and just threw on a T-shirt or jacket to wear from the car to the club. Since we didn’t know this area well, I’d been wary of walking through the streets wearing leather pants—tight leather pants—and we’d packed a bag with Will’s kit plus our clothes for the night to get changed here.

  It was like a gym locker room, and looking around, I thought the club had maybe been something like a health club in a previous life. There was a sauna and Jacuzzi room next to the locker rooms, which would have made sense.

  Squeezing into leather pants took time, even if they were good quality, well-made leather pants. Black was too ostentatious, according to Will, so we both had brown leather, his a slightly darker shade than mine.

  “Collar now or later?” he asked, holding out the sheepskin-lined, tan leather collar he’d bought for me a long time ago.

  “Now, please.”

  I wanted to walk out there and have everyone know I was a collared sub and owned. In a new environment, it was better to err on the side of caution and I preferred it this way. It meant I was less likely to be approached by another Dom.

  Will smiled and beckoned me forward so he could attach the collar around my neck. It was a familiar weight now, and a welcome one. I had matching cuffs too, and those were fixed around my wrists before we left the changing rooms, Master wearing heavy boots, me barefoot.

  There was a small bar area where people were congregating, although we knew in advance the club didn’t sell alcohol. That was fine, it kept people safe, and Master ordered two bottles of water.

  The party had been officially going for nearly an hour, and I guessed there were between twenty and forty guys here, depending on how many were already hidden away in rooms. The club was nice. Really nice. There were a few public play areas: stocks set up in a corner, and another lovely, long display cabinet that could take about five subs, all shackled up in a row.

  A shorter guy approached us as I was still looking around; he had a nice scruff of beard, thick muscles in his arms, and was wearing a leather chest harness.

  “Jesse?” he asked with a smile.

  I nodded.

  “So you must be Will,” he said, addressing my Dom. “I’m Aiden. I spoke with Jesse earlier in the week.”

  “Nice to meet you,” Master said, taking Aiden’s hand and shaking it firmly. “You’re part of the organizing team here?”

  Aiden nodded. “Yeah. I’ve been Jason’s sub for a while now, so he gets me helping out as one of the house boys.” He said it with a broad grin. “Can I show you around?”

  “That would be great. Thanks.”

  Master kept hold of his water bottle and let his other hand rest lightly on my lower back, guiding me around the building. I wanted to smile; if the collar and cuffs weren’t enough, he always had a way of showing who was in charge.

  The club was huge. Bigger than it looked from the pictures on the website, better equipped than the club we went to regularly in Seattle. I was more than a little surprised. The Seattle scene was fairly well-known around the country. True, this was the only BDSM club in Atlanta, but they were more than making up for the fact that they had no competition.

  The medical room intrigued me. It was a type of play we’d never explored before, and I wondered how much that sort of thing would do for me. I made a mental note to mention it to Master when we got home.

  I saw the change in Master’s eyes when we were shown a room with a huge, four-poster bed taking up most of the space. The bed was a sturdy-looking wooden frame with eyebolts at various levels, useful places for tying a sub to.

  “Is this room reserved tonight?” he asked Aiden.

  “Not at all. We don’t really reserve rooms officially, except if someone has a demonstration planned.”

  “I don’t have the kit to do a demo, but I’m more than happy for anyone to watch the session,” he said, gently squeezing my ass through the leather pants. “We play in public quite a lot back in Seattle.”

  “Sounds good to me,” Aiden said. “Feel free to make yourselves at home here. Let me know if there’s anything else I can help with.”

  “I will. Thank you.”

  “What do you think, Jesse?” he asked when Aiden had moved away to meet and greet other people. “Do you want to get started now or wait until later?”

  “I’m happy to start whenever you are, Sir,” I said.

  “Mm. Okay. Go fetch my bag, please.”

  I nodded, guessing he was going to get familiar with the room’s layout and what gear the club kept there while I was gone. It was only a short trip back to the locker room to collect his bag, and I tried to keep my head down as I moved through the halls, being the perfect sub for him. In the room I’d noticed several things hanging on the wall that looked like they could deliver a hell of a thwack, not that I thought he would use them on me tonight, not even for punishment. Master wasn’t the sort to play with new toys in a session like this. He’d stick to the core kit we kept for this very purpose. Every item in the bag was well-used, and he knew exactly how to swing them to get the desired response from me.

  Master had been busy while I was gone, moving the cover on the bed so it was folded back, exposing the red sheets beneath. I wasn’t keen on the color, but it was better than black silk or something equally garish. They looked nice quality, not cheap, and I was definitely turning into a snob.

  All the pillows had been piled up at the head end of the bed and the space behind it cleared so there was more room to move around. I placed the bag on the bed and quietly knelt.

  “Door open?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Good.”

  It was a few more minutes before he told me to stand, then positioned me at the end of the bed, facing into the room.

  Tying me up took time, even with the relatively simple system he used and long lengths of red rope. It was nice to feel the stretch in my muscles as I was presented spread-eagled, my arms tied up first, then my pants stripped off and my ankles tied to the posts.

  I was practically thrumming with excitement.

  Master rummaged in the bag for a moment, then stood in front of me with a blindfold and a bit gag. This gag was made of a round black piece of wood about the same width as my thumb, with silver hoops on either side—horsy and kinky and great.

  “Pick,” he said.

  “The gag, please,” I said without hesitation. I appreciated the offer—sometimes, when we were playing in public, having the option to block the world out was nice. I was a kinky bastard, though, and being gagged was far more fun.

  He was grinning as he carefully buckled the gag in place, then tested it at the corners of my mouth to check it wasn’t too tight. Once satisfied, he double-checked the bonds at my wrists and ankles and roughly pulled my hips back.

  “Plugged, gagged, and tied up. My favorite way to keep my boy,” he said happily and pushed the blunt end of a butt plug against my hole.

  I gasped around the gag, then took a deep breath, pushing back against the plug until it slid neatly inside me.

  “Good boy,” Master said, and tapped me lightly on the ass, forcing me to straighten up again.

  As we got settled, I was vaguely aware of people filing into the room. I could only just see them in my peripheral vision: men of all shapes and sizes, in all kinds of dress and undress. Being watched wasn’t anything new to me; we’d done this many times before. Even so, I made sure to ride the thrill it brought.

  “Flogger first, Jesse,” Master murmured close to my cheek. I nodded to let him know I’d heard. He’d warm me up with that, possibly stick with it as we crested through the session. It was a good place to start, though.

  The flogger struck my shoulder, licking me gently
.

  From there, my mind started to flutter and float away as my Master built up the layers of pleasure and pain, keeping my skin singing with each sharp snap of the leather. I breathed hard through my nose, not wanting to dry my mouth out if I could help it.

  He worked down over my back, bringing heat to the surface with each swish of the flogger. When he settled on my ass, the strokes got harder—he knew what I could take here. The soft leather flogger was nothing compared to some of the harsher implements I’d been on the receiving end of over the years.

  I wasn’t even aware of my cock until Master paused in the flogging and ran his hands over me, pinching my nipples, then trailing his fingers over my belly, whisper-light.

  “How you doing there, Jesse?” he asked as he took hold of my cock and gave it a few smooth tugs. I bucked into his hand and groaned. Normally I was better behaved than that. He’d trained me well to work against impulses that were so instinctive, I didn’t even think about them. It had been a while since I’d been given this level of stimulation—that was my only defense.

  Master only bit my shoulder. It was an affectionate sort of gesture, so I guessed he wasn’t about to punish me.

  “Clamps,” Master whispered.

  Or maybe not.

  He rummaged in the bag and held up a pair of steel nipple clamps so I could see. I knew from experience they would give a nice, firm pinch.

  All I could do was breathe as he rolled each of my nipples in turn between thumb and forefinger, then groan as the clamps were attached to my chest. When he tugged on the chain, I grunted deeply, my cock twitching in response.

  When he resumed whipping me, it was with a new flogger. This was one of our newer toys, one Master had commissioned from a friend who ran a side business making floggers to exact specifications. It wasn’t as well-worn as some of our other toys and packed a hell of a punch.

  It didn’t take long before my ass and thighs were on fire—he was concentrating on my bottom half rather than my shoulders, since that area of my body got sore quicker.

  He didn’t take me too far, not this time, probably because it had been so long since I’d been on the receiving end of a decent flogging. I had a certain amount of resistance, but with time that lessened.

  The flogger hit the floor with a solid thunk.

  “Good boy,” Master said, pressing his chest to my warm back and kissing my neck hard. “Good boy.”

  He removed the nipple clamps one at a time, pressing down hard and rubbing the abused flesh as the blood coursed back through it. This was delicious pain, and I squirmed in his embrace, feeling the weight of the butt plug moving inside me.

  “When you’re ready,” he said.

  When he grabbed hold of my cock this time, it was to bring me off, there was little doubt about that. Still, with people watching, I wanted to give them a show, to show off. I held back for as long as I could with Master working my cock expertly, until the pressure was too much, and I orgasmed explosively, spilling into his hand.

  He held me as I shook and shuddered, then moved away for a moment to clean his hand before he was untying all my bonds. Bit gag first, then wrists, then ankles, rubbing any sore spots as he went.

  “If you’ll excuse us, gentlemen,” he said in a soft voice. “I’m going to take some time to take care of my boy.”

  There was a general mumbling among the men who were still watching, and I heard the last person shut the door with a soft click.

  Having a bed in the room was more than just happy coincidence. It meant we could stretch out together, me on my stomach while Master rubbed soothing lotion into my skin, then side by side while I stretched and relaxed.

  After a few moments of blissful quiet, I reached for his fly.

  “You didn’t come,” I said softly, my words an offer to make that happen if he wanted.

  Carefully, he removed my hand from his pants. “I don’t need to come every time. Just watching you was enough tonight.”

  “You’re too good to me.”

  He grinned. “I know.”

  One of the DMs came in while Will was gently stroking my hair back from my face and making goo-goo eyes at me. I saw the door open in my peripheral vision but didn’t look away from him, even when he glanced up and over my shoulder.

  “Just checking everything’s okay in here,” the guy I decided was probably Aiden said in a low voice.

  “We’re good,” Will said with a smile. “Thanks for coming by.”

  It was a clear dismissal, and I giggled when the door closed behind our intruder.

  “What?” Will demanded, tickling me hard in the ribs.

  “Nothing. Nothing!” I said as I squirmed away. “You’re just so… commanding. You’ve got the guys who run the place falling at your word, for fuck’s sake.”

  He snorted at that, then seemed to consider my words before nodding. “Yeah. Did I tell you yet you were beautiful tonight?”

  “Yes. But tell me again.”

  “You were incredible, Jesse. I promised myself we’d go slow, give you time to get back into the swing of things again, but you push me forward.”

  “I most definitely do not. You run this show.”

  “Okay, maybe those weren’t the right words. I run off your energy. Wherever you want to go, I follow, maybe guide you there.”

  We fell into another round of slow, easy kissing after that, his hands still roaming possessively over my exposed skin. I was sore but not in pain, the best kind of feeling post-session.

  “Fuck me,” I said in a low voice when he pulled away.

  “Excuse me?”

  “Fuck me,” I repeated, hoping I wasn’t getting the wrong kind of vibes from him. “Open the door first, though.”

  Watching his eyebrows rise almost to his hairline was amusing.

  “I know you’re an exhibitionist and a total slut, but that’s a whole other level, baby.”

  “Yeah. Will you?”

  The fingers on my ass tightened, pressing in hard and causing me to hiss. Then he spanked me hard, rolled off the bed, and opened the door.

  In most BDSM clubs, the rules were pretty simple: if the door’s closed, you need to have permission to go in unless you’re in charge. If the door’s open, go on in, but you need permission to touch. I knew no one would get involved with us unless they were asked. It seemed like the organizers of this event made everyone aware of the rules of play.

  Master had jerked me off in front of a crowd before; I’d been bound then, helpless as he used his hand and his voice to make me come. That had been different, though. It had been a scene. This was just sex.

  There were a few people milling about in the hallway who looked over when the door opened, like they were interested in taking our place. I wondered if we should give up on the sex and just move out. We had pretty much commandeered the room for the past hour or so. I had no idea how much time had passed when we were in session.

  No one looked particularly bothered though, especially when I spread my knees and gave them a good view of my naked body as Will crawled up it.

  It was important that he was Will now. I had a pretty good distinction between Will, my sexy-ass lover who liked to do naughty things from time to time, and Master Will, whom I served. We would do this because it was fun and hot and we wanted to, not because I had to or because he’d ordered it of me. This wasn’t the sort of thing that could be ordered.

  I kept eye contact with one guy as Will sucked the head of my cock into his mouth and hummed as he licked my flavor away. I arched from the bed, completely involuntarily, and bit down on my bottom lip. That part was for effect.

  Gently and carefully, he tapped on the plug in my ass.

  “Almost forgot that was there,” he said in a low voice. “Doesn’t matter. Means you’ll be nice and open for me.”

  I groaned. “I thought you weren’t supposed to forget things like that.”

  “Cheeky. If you wanted it out, you should have just asked.”

  “I
didn’t want it out.”

  He was gently rocking the plug back and forth inside me, its own exquisite torture, before pulling it out and setting it aside. When I looked up, there were a few people standing in the doorway, watching.

  Will grabbed the tube of KY from his bag, and I spread my legs, propping my feet up on the bed to give him better access.

  “Dude,” someone whispered from the doorway. “Are they seriously gonna fuck?”

  “Looks like it.”

  For some reason I couldn’t name, this time it hurt. He’d been inside me more times than I could count, we made love all the time, and I was used to relaxing to make sure it was easy for him. I twisted in pain as he breached me, and I gripped his biceps with tense fingers, breathing hard next to his ear as he pushed forward slowly.

  The moan that escaped from my throat was deep, guttural, the pain blending with the pleasure physical and sweetly psychological. He was hurting me.

  “Will.”

  “It’s okay,” he said softly. “I’ve got you, baby. I’ve got you.”

  He held me carefully as I tried to accept him. It was an inevitability rather than a fight, and a few moments later the edge of pain wore away into something much more satisfying.

  “Okay now?” he asked.

  “Yeah.” I grunted as he thrust against my prostate. “Good.”

  He pulled out nearly all the way and poured more lube on his cock, slickening the way for when he thrust into me again.

  It was rough. And hot. The room smelled like leather and sweat and man, and I liked it. The fact that I’d come once already that evening didn’t seem to matter—my cock was hard and sticky as Will pounded away, and I moaned and whimpered around him.

  The little group of people had spilled inside the room to make space for the others who wanted to watch. I didn’t mind. Will moved my arms so he could pin my wrists above my head, and I hooked my ankles more securely over the curve of his ass.

  “Shit, Jesse,” he groaned, then bit down on my shoulder, sucking a bruise into my skin.

  I’d be wearing those marks for days.