by Paige, Laci
She thought Jonathan would laugh, but he didn’t. He took her hand and stroked his thumb over her knuckles. “I understand, I do, and I don’t know why you don’t tell him.”
“There are many reasons we shouldn’t be together. The biggest problem I have is our age difference. I can’t get past it.”
This time Jonathan did laugh. “That’s it? The big thing holding you back is age? Cutie, look at me.” He lifted her chin with a slight brush of his fingertips.
“Do you have any idea how old I am?” he asked.
She shook her head.
“Didn’t think so, or you would not be here.”
She felt her eyes widen. “How old are you? Shit, don’t tell me.” She pulled her hand away from his.
“I’m going to tell you for the simple fact that you’ll see how ridiculous it is. I know I look a lot older, but I’m one year younger than Jake. I’m twenty-four. We’re good friends, we grew up together, and we went to high school together. College was the only thing that parted us, and it didn’t keep us away from each other for long. So believe me when I tell you, age is not an issue for him.”
A thought popped into her head. “Does he talk about me to you?”
“Yes, he does. And no, I will not tell you anything, so don’t ask me to. Please?” He pleaded with her.
“But you said age isn’t an issue for him, how do you know this?”
“A couple of us guys went out one night to a strip club. The strippers were a lot older than us. It bothered a few guys, but not Jake. He said he had no age limit. Something about the human body being a beautiful thing no matter what age.”
Kristy felt a little stress leave her body. “Oh,” was all she could manage to say. Just then an alarm beeped from across the room.
“Session time,” Jonathan whispered. “Still interested?”
Kristy stood up and straightened her clothing. “Yes, Sir. Permission to speak freely first?”
“Granted.” He nodded and gave her a gentle smile.
“Can we go to Room Ten? And can I request what I want? Then, after that I’ll be quiet. I promise. I need this.”
“Topping from the bottom,” he murmured, and then chuckled. “Sure, why not? No other rooms are being used tonight. Stan called me in just for you.” He beamed. “You’re my first special request. So I guess I can play Service Top today instead of Dom.”
Kristy offered him a smile in return. “Why aren’t the rooms in use?”
“There’s a public showing tonight. They have one every couple weeks. Special invites only. Depends on your membership.” He shrugged.
“I signed up for the premium package tonight.”
“Then you will receive invites.” He grinned. “Can I ask you a question? You can say no, but how old are you?”
She didn’t hesitate. “I’ll be forty later this year.” He didn’t say anything and just looked at her expressionless. “Say something, please?” she begged.
“I wouldn’t have guessed over thirty. You look hot for an old lady.” His lips twitched.
“Jonathan!” She reached out and smacked him forcefully on his upper arm. He laughed out loud throwing his head back. She couldn’t help but join him.
“By the way, I do the smacking around here.” He spun her around and smacked her ass hard. Real hard.
“Ooh.” Her body responded immediately and she shuddered.
“Come. Playroom. Now.” Jonathan ordered.
They headed out of the room with her in the lead dragging him behind. Once inside she continued to drag him right over to the big wooden Saint Andrews cross in the corner. There were cuffs at the top and the bottom, for wrists and ankles. “This! I want this, and I want to be flogged…with the suede one.” She pointed in the direction of the floggers on display.
Jonathan stood for a moment, rubbing his chin, and considered her request. He tilted his head, looked toward the cross, and then at the floggers. Mind made up, he said, “Undress. Now, except your panties. Then kneel.”
She ripped off her clothing, leaving her thong on. Dropping into the kneeling position she knew Jonathan preferred, she could feel her persona switch over to sub.
“Beautiful,” he breathed. “You really are, and you comply so nicely. Same safewords apply. Red, yellow, and green. Got it?”
“Yes, Sir. Red, yellow, green.”
“I’m going to do something. If it bothers you, call out yellow and I will stop. You’ll be able to figure out what I mean in a minute.” He spoke softly, rubbing the top of her head.
Tendrils of suede washed over her body softly as she knelt on the floor. When the first one hit the skin on her upper back she wanted to cry out in joy, but she didn’t. She had to remain unmoving until she was told. She enjoyed this feeling of someone domineering over her. It was liberating not to have to think and to have someone do it for her, and she knew she’d be rewarded.
The flogger took a few good swipes at her. “Take it!” Jonathan yelled at her. “Take it hard, old lady.”
She gasped, not from the flogging, but the words he threw at her “old lady”. Before she could think about how it made her feel, the flogger connected over and over against her back and thighs. She moaned.
“Get up you old hag!” he demanded. She complied and jumped up. Her body still tingling from the flogger wanted more. Jonathan walked around her, tickling her skin with the strands skipping softly along her back. She had an involuntary chill.
“Old women only on Saint Andrews cross, are you an old woman?” He growled at her.
“Yes, Sir!” she cried.
“Yes, Sir what?” He wanted her to say it, he was debasing her and she knew it. In doing so, he would lower her character and open her up for a more trusting D/s relationship.
“Yes, Sir, I’m an old woman!” The words stung as they left her lips, and her chest ached for her youth.
“Very well, get your old ass up and over to the cross.”
She did as he requested. Not sure what to do when she got there, she knelt the way he liked and waited. And waited.
“Very nice. I might have to reward the old lady for a job well done. Does she want that?”
“Yes, sir, the old woman wants rewards.”
“Stand.” She did as told, and he shoved her back up against the cold wooden cross, and God that was sexy. Lifting one arm at a time, he secured the cuffs around her wrists. He pressed his mouth to her ear. “If this hurts or your arms become numb, tell me.” She nodded. He dropped to her feet and cuffed her ankles. He checked to be sure they weren’t too tight. His hands traveled up her shins to her knees and stopped at her lower thighs. He rose, and whispered in her ear, “I’m usually a little more hands on, but not today.”
The flogger came into view once again and he began a slow soft torturous trail from the top of her body to the bottom and back up again. He repeated the process and she let out a whine of frustration.
“You are beautiful no matter what your age, do you hear me Kristy?” He spoke softly. The use of her name sparked something inside of her. It empowered her.
“Yes, Sir.”
“You will not call yourself old ever again, that is my job. Whether in this room or outside, you may not degrade yourself in such a way. Do you understand?” She nodded. “You are a beautiful young woman. I can see her, Kristy. She’s in here.” He pointed to her sternum, and to her forehead. “And she’s in there.”
With the raise of the flogger, he started to hit her thighs with more force, and then introduced her breasts into the mix. The bites of the strands snapped down on her occasionally brushing the peak of her thighs. Her pussy throbbed uncontrollably. Her skin felt stinging pulses all over repeatedly until it stopped. “You are young and beautiful,” Jonathan muttered. He went back to the slow soft torture of the flogger all over her bare, exposed body. She thought she’d combust she was so worked up.
“Say it!” he demanded, and smacked the flogger down on her gloriously wet folds.
“Sir,
I am young and beautiful!” she cried out through a small orgasm.
He didn’t give up and continued the slow torment of soft flogging on her wetness. She had orgasm after orgasm and panted, “Sir, stop. No more. I can’t take anymore. It’s…it’s too much. Ahhhh!”
“Do you need to safeword?” He stopped the flogging and waited a moment. “Kristy? Safeword?”
She looked a little dazed and smiled. “No, Sir. No safeword. More, please. This young woman wants more. Green! Green!”
Jonathan continued snapping at her pussy and breasts relentlessly. The orgasm torture rocked her body with one release rolling into the next. It was a horrible yet wonderful. She felt light and airy and could no longer feel the restraints, no longer felt the bite of the flogger. It was almost like she was flying above the room.
Chapter Twelve
Kristy woke wrapped in the arms of Master Jonathan. Her eyes flickered up at him.
“Well, hello there, cutie.” He wiped a hair from her face. “I really should give you a new pet name. Cutie doesn’t cut it. You’re fucking beautiful. If your heart wasn’t elsewhere I would drag you back home to my dungeon and never let you go.”
Her soul soared at his words. He made her feel young and beautiful. “I still like cutie, and will I ever get to see your dungeon?”
“No, and there are two reasons. One, I don’t fraternize in that way with members outside of this club, and two, you are clearly meant for someone else.”
“Oh,” she said, with a little pang of sadness in her heart. “This session was like no other. Granted I haven’t been but two times before, but damn. That was…that was something I’ll never forget.”
He pulled her tight to his chest. “Me either. How are you feeling? You were pretty far gone when I brought you in here.”
Taking in her surroundings, she gasped. “How did I get in here?” They were back in Room Four. Jonathan sat with his back against the headboard and she was draped across his lap.
He chuckled. “You went into subspace, and I carried you here for your aftercare. I like this room better.”
“Wow, so that’s subspace…I think…I think I like it.” A saucy grin spread across her face.
“I know you did. And it’s also the reason I won’t accept you for any more sessions.”
She sat up quickly, and her head spun. Jonathan gripped her shoulders until she settled.
“What do you mean? Why?” Her voice came out urgent.
“Kristy, after seeing how much trust you put in me, telling me about your feelings for Jake, and during our session, I—I can’t. It’s wrong, and I feel guilty. Jake is my best friend.”
“So? I’m a member, and if I want sessions with you, I don’t see the problem. It’s not like Jake and I have any sort of relationship other than him being my landlord and trainer.”
“What goes on in here is confidential as well as what we talk about. Nothing leaves this room. He won’t even know we were here unless you tell him. Despite being best friends, Jake and I go by the book. We never discuss the personal things we do here, or talk about our clientele. So, that being said, I won’t go back and tell him anything. You can count on it.”
“Still not following you, Jonathan.”
“For a submissive to get to subspace, they have to put total trust in the person they’re with. You gave up any claim of your body and mind to me It was something I’ll never forget, and beautiful to watch.” He reached down and stroked her hair. “Usually that doesn’t happen with new bottoms, especially not in a session with a stranger.” Jonathan paused and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Jake has had his eye out for a sub of his own, and it would be even better if she could maybe become his girlfriend. Even if he can’t admit that to himself, and I have to tell you, he likes you a lot.”
Kristy sat wordless and stared at him in disbelief.
“You do submissive well, he likes you, and I know you like him. You guys would be a perfect fit. Kristy, all you have to do is go to him. Tell him you want to give it a try. There isn’t a better guy out there for you. Except me, of course.” He chuckled and gave her a wink.
They sat knee to knee. She took a deep breath. “First, now that I think about it, I’m thankful you can’t tell Jake about us in here. I don’t want him to know. Second, I don’t consider you a stranger, I feel comfortable around you for some reason. I feel I can talk to you about anything.”
“You can.”
“Third, I don’t know about Jake. I mean, I do like him, and damn, his body, it’s to die for. Then there’s the simple fact that he can make me come without even touching me—“
“TMI Kristy. I don’t need to hear about my buddy’s body, and what it does for you.” Jonathan put his fingers in his ears. “La, la, la. I can’t hear you.”
Kristy lifted her palm and play-smacked his arm.
In a nanosecond Jonathan grabbed her wrist and Master Jonathan had returned with a hard glare on his face. “What did I say about smacking?”
She bowed her head. “That you’re the one who does the smacking around here. Sorry, Sir.”
Jonathan lifted her chin. “It’s okay, session's over. I’m just Jonathan now, your friend. But, I don’t like to be hit.” His voice was gentle but held a firm warning.
“Okay,” she whispered.
“So, everything you said about Jake sounds positive. What’s the problem?”
Kristy looked into his eyes, and quietly said, “The age difference.”
“How many times do I have to tell you? It. Doesn’t. Matter.”
“For me it does.”
“Why? Explain it to me, because I don’t get it. Two people like each other it’s as simple as that.”
“No, it’s not. What happens if we stay together? He will be in his fifties when I am seventy. Just say we fall in love, get married, and all that crap. And what about kids? The age difference is too much.”
Jonathan’s eyes lit in amusement, and his mouth soon followed suit, pulling up at the corners. “Kids? You’ve really thought this through haven’t you?”
She shook her head, giving in to him instead of smacking his arm like she wanted to. “Yes, I have. I like him, too. A lot.”
“Looks like you have more thinking to do. Hope I’ve helped, though. Hey, let’s get out of here and get a bite to eat.”
“I’d like that, but first I want to see what this invitation only show is all about?”
Jonathan gave her a wicked grin. “You sure?”
***
Jake headed down the hall to get some supplies. As he passed it, the door to Room Four swung open. It startled him; no one was supposed to be there. He looked down into Kristy’s eyes. What the fuck?
Behind her his long-time friend looked lovingly at the woman he wanted. He halted in his footsteps when Jonathan’s eyes met his. Jonathan's face paled. “Hey, man I didn’t know you were gonna be here tonight.”
Jake's gaze went from Jonathan to Kristy. “Apparently not.” Jake shook his head and continued down the hall.
“Hey, Jake. Wait up!” Jake heard footsteps from behind. He swung around real quick. There was rage building up from his center core and he wanted to release it on his best friend's face. After the shock of seeing Kristy, he realized why they were leaving Room Four. Kristy requested Jonathan. It hit him like a brick.
He gritted his teeth and made tight fists with his hands trying to control himself. “What!”
“I—I want to talk to you. About this, about her.” He turned around and saw Kristy down the hall with a shocked look on her face.
“I don’t have time. I have a show to do.”
“Thought Frank was performing.”
“Frank called in sick…I really don’t have time for this shit!”
Jonathan stepped back with his hands in the air, surrendering. Jake spun around and went into Room Ten, slamming the door behind him. That fucker. He knows how I feel about her. How could he? What the hell is going on between them?
He chose a rubber flogger hanging from the wall, one that he knew his bottom would enjoy. After taking a deep breath, he headed back out of the door. To his relief the hall was clear, and he tried to shake off what he'd just seen to ready himself for the performance.
The opposite end of the hall emptied into a larger room. Tables and chairs were set up around a stage. The turnout was much larger than expected. Standing room only. He made his way to center stage where a woman lay in restraints folded over a spanking horse with her lace clad ass in the air.
Leaning down to the waiting woman, he asked, “Ready?”
“Yes, Sir,” she breathed. He rose and caressed her long brown hair. Sounds of enthusiasm came from the crowd.
The woman’s hair cascaded down obstructing the view of her face. Jake wasn’t in the mood, but the room filled with expecting people. “Showtime,” he muttered to himself. He pressed his eyes closed and pictured the woman as none other than Kristy. The sub’s brown hair and skin coloring wasn’t far off from hers.
At first, rubbing her ass felt wrong, and then he allowed the visions of Kristy that he’d been holding back to flood through his mind. It was then that flogging the woman became his mission. He flogged her softly for a few strokes and then increased the tempo. With that, the sub moaned. “Color?” he demanded from her.
“Green, Sir. Ooh, green. More please?”
Kristy on the hip adductor machine flitted through his mind, and his dick suddenly throbbed at the thought. He was so into the scene he barely registered there were other people in the room.
The sub’s moans grew louder and louder. His dick throbbed harder. He wanted to explode right there, but something unnerving prevented it from happening. He felt euphoric, powerful, and almost on the verge of being out of control. The level of command spiraled with every passing moment. The adrenaline rush he experienced scared him and he knew he needed to stop before it was too late.