“And masks can be worn too,” I say as I think about the physical attraction part of the whole thing.
“Yeah, by both men and women who think that might help with things.” She chews her bottom lip a bit. “Not being attracted to a man can cause a woman not to get stimulated, and vice versa, no matter how much money is involved.”
She’s right, and I grab the small notebook and pen I’d put on the nearby table of torture devices. I jot down a few notes about that before I go back to work with the paddle.
Pulling the bottom of the leather corset up, so her ass cheeks are fully exposed, I run my hands in circles over them both. I give one a smack then do the same to the other. I do that three times each, then I run my hand over her ass again. “How does that feel?”
She’s panting a little. “Pretty damn good. I think if you keep going I’ll get into it.”
I continue with the smacking and rubbing combo, and she begins to moan. I run my hand over her leather covered pussy and find it’s warm. Prying the leather away from one side, I run my finger through her slit, finding her wet. “You do like it.”
Her moan is low and growly. “I do. And I’d like to see if anything else that’s meant to hurt me does just the opposite. How about you use that leather belt?”
Putting the paddle away, I get the belt and go back to her ass. It’s bright red, and I think it should rest for a bit. “You’re kind of red. I think we should do something a little different while you cool down back here.”
Moving around to the front of her, I run my hand over my hard cock. Isabel wasn’t the only one turned on by the paddling. She licks her plump red lips. “You wanna pop that into my mouth, Master?”
With a nod, I say, “If it gets uncomfortable wiggle your fingers, since your mouth will be full.”
She nods, then opens her mouth. Pulling my T-shirt off so I can have an unobstructed view, I pull the waistband of my pants down to release my cock and ease my erection into her hot mouth. I move slowly at first, letting her get used to it and seeing if she can deep throat it in that position.
When I find that she can, I put my hands on the wooden bar and move my hips as I watch my cock slide in and out of her mouth.
The sight is mesmerizing, and I like the way it feels. No other part of us is touching, just her wet mouth on my cock. I can feel every little movement on my cock, as that is all that’s being stimulated. In no time at all that familiar feeling is welling up inside of me. “Wiggle your fingers if I can come in your mouth.”
She wiggles them and I go for it—it’s messy though. She isn’t able to swallow well from this position, and my thick fluid is draining out of her mouth, making ropey white trails down each side of her ruby red lips.
But God damn it, she looks sexy as shit like this.
Her comfort is important though, so I hurry to get a cloth to wipe her up then clean myself off. “That was hot!” I rub my cock clean. “What did you think about it?”
“Um, well, it was okay. Not a lot happened for me, but you were taken care of, and that’s a sub’s job. It wasn’t unpleasant.” She opens and closes her mouth a few times, adjusting to the emptiness. “You’re really big.”
Now I feel kind of crappy about it. Standing there, I watch her work her jaw to relax it and think I should do something about that. She’s still learning, so she’s not yet getting the same satisfaction a more experienced sub would get just from giving me pleasure. I let her out of the rack and take her hand, leading her to the bed. “Lie back on the bed, I should reciprocate.”
With a smile, she does as I’ve said. Pushing the leather to one side, I get on my knees and lick her pussy. Over and over I lick her clit then run my tongue through her warm folds until she’s shivering with an orgasm.
As she comes, my cock goes erect again as I think about how great her pulsing cunt will feel all around it. Jerking my pants down, I push her further up on the bed. Climbing on top of her, I sink my cock into her and stay perfectly still as her orgasm works magic on me.
“Yes,” I moan then look at Isabel. “I’m going to fuck you, and I want you to start learning how to come on demand. You have to hold it back until I allow you release. Okay? Are you up for that?”
Her hands move over my shoulders as she grips my biceps. “I think so.”
Flying by the seat of my pants, I quickly come up with an idea I think might help. “I want you to pick something out behind me to look at. Focus on it until I tell you that I want you to come. Then I want you to lock eyes with me and see if that induces an orgasm. Ready?”
“I’m ready.” Her dark brown eyes move off mine as she looks over my shoulder and I focus on her face, thrusting into her. Deep, steady thrusts that bury me all the way inside of her hot wet walls. Over and over, I make the same move. Then I slow down before I change things up and go hard into her with sharp thrusts.
She’s handling it all well, her breathy little moans finally getting to me as the wave begins to crest. “Look at me, sub.” Isabel cuts her dark eyes to mine, and we stare into each other as I fuck her. My cock jerks. “Cum!” I slam into her at a furious pace, and her body does as I’ve commanded it to.
We come together, making me elated. Our first encounter is a highly successful one. She and I will be able to work well together.
Excited about our new endeavor, I climb off her as she catches her breath. I grab another cloth and clean her up before cleaning myself. “What do you say to some more impact play, Isabel?”
She leans up on her elbows as she huffs and puffs. “I say, how about a bottle of water first?” A grin and one arched eyebrow make her look incredibly attractive to me.
I grab us each a bottle of water, and we down them. “Thank you for saying something. I’m going to have to get this little routine figured out, and making sure my partners don’t get dehydrated is pretty important.”
Putting the empty bottle down, she asks, “Do you want me to use any of this stuff on you?” She winks at me. “Ever been fucked in the ass with a vibrator?”
With a chuckle, I wink at her. “No, and hell no.”
“Well, you’re missing out. Let me tell you.” She looks around the room and points to the shackles that hang from the wall. “Wanna do that?”
“Hmm, that does sound good.” She gets up and we head to the far wall. “Raise your arms up and I’ll cuff them to the wall.”
Incredibly, she’s smiling the whole time as I click the shackles around her wrists and ankles. I’ve faced her away from the wall, wondering what the hell I can do to her in that position.
Isabel seems stumped too then nods her chin at the table. “That flogger might be cool. Hit my cunt with it.” I realize I’m the one who’s supposed be giving commands, but I let it slide because we’re both learning. If she tries that shit later, she’ll definitely get a punishment.
I go over to grab the flogger and start shaking my head as I walk back toward her—she’s just so amazing, so eager to try everything. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
Isabel juts out her chin. “Yeah, I want to see what I can handle. I was knocked around by my stepfather when I was a kid and I always wondered if I could ever toughen up. I feel like I can, here with you.”
The flogger has many small leather straps that are tied into balls at the end of each one. I hit the top of her thigh with it first, and she frowns. “Did that hurt?”
“It’s kind of like a thud. I didn’t expect that.” Then her eyes light up. “Oh, but I bet it’ll feel phenomenal on my cunt, Grant. Try it out!”
I try out a figure eight motion that I’ve seen on a training video, aiming for her pussy. The fronds hit her on the outside of the leather that covers her. At first, nothing seems to be happening, then she closes her eyes and moans, “Oh, yeah!”
I keep it up, watching as her face starts to flush and her breathing gets heavier. Suddenly she comes, which surprises me, but I don’t stop until she’s writhing. Finally I put the flogger down and push the leathe
r to one side to see if there’s any type of damage to her flesh. She’s swollen, but only with arousal. Cum leaks out of her cunt, and I lap it up with a hunger the likes of which I’ve never known.
Isabel and I might just set a world record with how much fucking we’re going to be doing. My cock is already filling again, and I can’t wait to slam it into her as she hangs from the wall.
Yanking my pants down again, I grab her by the braid, pulling her head back and kissing her as I plant my cock in her again. It’s amazing, fucking her convulsing cunt as the wall holds her still for me.
There are so many ways to get off in this room. If I’m finding as much pleasure as I am, our clients will too.
The Dungeon of Decorum will be successful. There isn’t a doubt in my mind about that.
In the club, our members can pick a woman who’s there for fun. Women we’ll pay to entertain our members. Or they can try to win one in an auction and keep her for a while. Whatever it is they desire, they’ll get.
We are all already rich, but we’re about to get even richer and so are a lot of women. All they have to do is let us use their bodies. They’ll get money and pleasure out of it.
My thoughts fly out of my head as I come again, and I stop kissing Isabel to ask, “Are you enjoying this as much as I am? And please, I need you to be truthful. If you aren’t enjoying this, just tell me. It won’t hurt my feelings. I just need to know if women will like this too.”
Her cheeks are red and sweat is rolling off her face as she struggles to catch her breath. “Fuck yes, Grant! I’ve never felt so alive! Women will flock to do this.”
One last hard thrust and a smile, and our first session is at an end. “Now to the care part of this whole thing. I think you’ll like this part too. This is where I massage you all over, and we talk about anything that you didn’t like and how you felt about things overall.”
“I get to talk too?” She looks wide-eyed at me.
Taking her out of the shackles, I nod. “Yes, that’s an important part of this thing. Communication is a huge part of it all. And so is the after-care, making sure the sub’s body isn’t overly damaged. She’s her master’s prized possession. Just like men do with their sports cars—after giving them a nice little run, they clean them all up. Then they check every part of it out to make sure everything is okay, and nothing broke during the drive. Get it?”
She nods as I unbuckle the last shackle on her ankle. I pick her up in my arms and she wraps her arms around my neck, laying her head on my chest. “I think I do get it. This is nice, Grant.”
Taking her to the soft bed to lay her down, I take the corset off her. “How about a sponge bath?” I run the sponge over her body as she moans with how good it feels. “Just like a horse who’s run a race, if you want it to stay in prime condition, you take care of it.”
I turn her over to clean her backside. “A woman could really fall in love with a man who takes care of her like this,” she sighs.
And then she’s gone and shown me the one drawback to all this.
Love!
Chapter 5
Isabel
I can’t see the look on his face as I’m lying on my stomach, but the air has gone as cold as ice and he isn’t saying a word.
I’ve fucked up.
It’s only been a couple of weeks since the man hired me. I knew this was going to be a very complex job, but I had no idea I’d find out my boss is afraid of love.
I roll over and see he’s wearing a frown. “That scares you, doesn’t it?”
“What? Love?” he asks as if that’s ridiculous, shaking his head. “No, I’m not afraid of much, Isabel. Now, turn back over. I wasn’t done.”
I roll back over, but I could see it written all over him. He is afraid of love—or something like that. Maybe commitment is what he has a fear of. But he is scared, and the word did put him off. A thing I didn’t mean to do.
What’s wrong with me?
I get this high paying job that allows me to get fucked by one of the best looking men I’ve ever seen and I’m already messing things up.
“I was just kidding. I could never fall in love with you, if that’s what you’re worried about.” I smile as I bait him.
He flips me onto my back as he narrows his dark blue eyes at me. “And why is that, exactly?”
Pushing my hand through his thick and perfectly kept salt and pepper hair, I gaze at his chiseled features, his plump lips and fantastic body. “You’re far too handsome. I don’t like being with men who are better looking than I am. It’s demoralizing.” It’s not exactly a lie. I’ve never been with a man, romantically, who’s as hot as Grant Jamison.
He’s brutally hot. Tall, tan, muscular, and that salt and pepper hair makes him look like a distinguished, sexy as hell older man, despite him being in his late thirties. And he knows how to work that massive cock of his too!
Rubbing my feet, he keeps looking at me with a bit of worry in his gorgeous eyes. “So, what kinds of guys have you been serious with?”
Do I hear a tad bit of jealousy in those words? I must be reading too much into the question, this is just business, after all. “I had a couple of high school boyfriends that I dated for a few months each. Being originally from Seattle, one of them was in a grunge band, and the other was a gamer who skateboarded a lot.”
“And they weren’t attractive?” he asks as he switches to the other foot, massaging it perfectly. It isn’t ticklish at all, which is hard to do.
“Not really. I’ve never judged a book by its cover. I look deeper than that. Tad, the rocker, was cool. Mostly because he was in a band. He had long hair that was dyed jet black. His nose was big and long, his lips were thin, and he was very pale. But he kissed good and fucked me well.”
“Okay, so if the guy is good at sex then he stands a chance with you?” he asks then chuckles.
“Why? You thinking about how things would be if I gave you a chance? Because you out-fuck any man I’ve been with, Grant. Hands down.” Might as well be honest with the man. He did fuck me better than I’ve ever been fucked before.
“You’re just saying that because I sign your paychecks,” he says as he runs his strong hands up and down my calf. He wears a knowing grin, making me think he believes me, regardless of what he’s just said.
“I am not just saying that. And the answer to your question is, no. Sex isn’t a prerequisite to being my man. The real thing I look for in a guy when I’m getting serious is his heart. He has to have a ton of it. I want to be able to look into his eyes and know he loves me. He has to be secure enough to let love lead him around by the nose.”
His frown is back again as he moves up to massage my upper thigh, and the tips of his fingers are getting close to my pussy, which is still prickling with desire. “I could never do that. I couldn’t be that guy. Love isn’t a thing I think is smart. I sure as hell wouldn’t be lead around by it. If I ever do fall in love, and that is a big if, then I’ll be wary of it. I’ll make sure it doesn’t take me over. That’s dangerous. Maybe not for everyone, but it is for me.”
Dangerous?
Now my curiosity has been piqued. “Did you have a bad breakup or something?”
“No. Not me, personally. But someone in my family had the worst breakup anyone can have.” His eyes go glassy for only a moment then the look vanishes, like he’s put up a wall to block off his emotions. No smile warms his expression now.
“Tell me about it, Grant.” I sit up and run my hands up and down his arms. Even though we’re still virtually strangers, our relationship has been anything but typical so far, and I want him to know he can talk to me about anything. “Climb in this bed with me and tell me what happened that has you thinking love is dangerous.”
He looks into my eyes for a long time. I can tell he’s fighting some unseen demons that lurk inside of him. Then he shakes his head. “No, I can’t do that. I don’t talk about it. So let’s talk about what we did. What did you like the most?”
Oka
y, I’ll let it go. For now. “The flogger. How about you?”
A smile curves his plump lips. “How my cock felt inside of you.” He looks right into my eyes as his hand moves up to cup my chin. “You have a great pussy, Isabel. It’s tight as hell.” He gives me one slow, sexy kiss.
My thighs quiver as our lips part. “Thanks. Like I said, you are the best lover I’ve ever had. And don’t freak about me calling you my lover. I just don’t know what else to call you. You aren’t my Dom. I just don’t know what to call you is all.”
“I’m your sparring partner.” He laughs as he walks away from me to get something. When he comes back, he opens his hands to show me what he’s picked up. “These are nipple clamps, and these are balls you hold in your vagina. I want you to take them home and use them a bit. The balls will help keep that vagina of yours nice and tight. I’m hung like a horse, I don’t want to stretch you out,” he says with a wink. “Using the balls for an hour each day will help make sure that doesn’t happen.”
I take the stainless-steel balls in my hand. “And the nipple clamps?”
He grimaces, and even with that look he’s still devastatingly handsome. “They can hurt pretty badly. They take some getting used to. Put them on and leave them on for just a few seconds. Keep doing that until you can wear them longer.”
Sitting the things next to me, I smile. “Thanks for thinking about ways to keep my va-jay-jay in good working order, boss. That’s kind of you.”
“Kind?” he asks as he takes my hands and pulls me up. “I wouldn’t call it kind. I’d call it keeping up with the maintenance of a pussy I’d like to stick my cock into a lot more in the future.”
“How romantic,” I say with an eye roll and a sarcastic tone.
“I told you, romance and love have nothing to do with this. I like the way your pussy feels. I like the way you respond to what I do to your body. I like the way I know you’ll be an asset to the club. I don’t particularly have to like you as an individual.”
His bluntness doesn’t sit well with me, and I pull away from his touch, grimacing. “That’s uncalled for, Grant.”
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