by Quigg, CA
“Does it matter?”
She shrugs. “Not really, but I’m interested.”
“In our bedroom only. In life, she was a criminal defense attorney. A good one.”
“What stopped you from falling in love again after she left?”
“I didn’t go out of my way not to fall in love. It just didn’t happen. My businesses comes first followed by the club. Last on the list is love and relationships.”
“What’s different now? Why me? Why aren’t you afraid anymore?”
“That’s a question I can’t answer. The question I’ve been asking myself every day since I met you.” I press my forehead against hers. “You’re different. Most women when they see me they see dollar signs. You don’t.”
“I don’t care if you don’t have a cent to your name and live in a one-bedroom apartment the size of a closet. None of what you have means anything to me.”
I bury my hands in her hair and kiss her, putting everything inside of me into it. “What do you say we skip dinner,” I murmur against her lips, “come down to the basement with me. I have something I want you to see.”
“A playroom?”
“Something like that.”
She gives me a dramatic eyeroll. “You billionaires and your basements of sin.”
“Not every billionaire has a basement of sin.”
“They do in the books I’ve read.”
I hold out my hand and say, “Come.”
She takes my hand and giggles. “That’s exactly what I intend to do. Again and again and again and again.”
“God save me, I’ve created a multi-orgasmic monster.”
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“This is a basement? This is a dream room for a Dom. If you haven’t had a woman here since Rachel means you haven’t used this place in years. Everything looks new.”
“It’s never been used. I couldn’t bring myself to bring anyone down here until now.”
I cross my arm and lean against the wall and allow her to explore. The room holds everything a D/s relationship could want.
Most playrooms or dungeons have a theme, but I went for comfort. It’s not your average dark red and foreboding playroom. Spotlights highlight exposed stone walls, and comfortable sofas and chairs are dotted around. In the center of the room is a four-poster bed with a cage beneath it, with hooks and handcuffs and shackles hanging from the posts. There’s also a bondage table, a padded spanking bench, suspension frame, a love swing, and wooden stocks. All of which I intend to use with and on Aubree.
She walks around the room brushing her fingers off of everything.
“You like?” I ask already knowing the answer.
“Love. Even if I don’t know what half of this stuff is for. You know how to use everything?” She picks up a smooth, curved metal bar, with a metal ball on one end and a ring on the other. “What does this even do?”
I walk towards her and take the hook from her hands. “Anal hooks are used for pleasure and can be used to immobilize your slave. Or, say, if a slave likes temperature play, the ball could be submerged in hot or cold water before play begins.”
“No thank you. What about this.” She stops beside a metal bench with leather tethers hanging from the arm, knee, and belly pads.
“You’re about to find out. Get undressed.”
Chapter Thirteen
Aubree
“Are you going to tie me up, Sir?” I ask and shrug off my clothes until I’m stark naked.
“Amongst other things. I won’t do anything you’re not ready for. If you want it to end, say red. One word, that’s all.”
“I won’t use it.” I drop my gaze to the bench. I want this, and unless he does something heinous and degrading, I won’t use a safe word.
“On the bench. Face down,” he instructs.
Giddy anticipation clenches my insides.
“I told you to do something.”
“Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir.” I climb onto the sturdy, padded bench and position myself. My nipples brush against the cold leather and sends surges of arousal to my pussy.
Callum curves his warm hand around my ankle. I lift my head from the cushioned headrest and glance back, watching as he restrains me. His open palm comes down on my butt, and a loud thwack fills the room, jolting me forward, searing my skin.
“Ouch, goddammit, Callum, that really hurt.” As soon as the words are out of my mouth, I realize my mistake.
He smacks me again, this time on the other side.
“Who am I?”
“Ow.”
And again, this time on the curve of my ass. “Who am I?”
An explosive breath whooshes from my lungs. “You’re Sir.”
“Eyes forward, Aubree. If you don’t listen, it’ll only get worse.” Strong hands massage my stinging skin before going back to restraining my ankles. Once my legs are secure, Callum moves up the bench to my wrists and binds them in place. I test the give. There is none. I am totally at his mercy, and totally turned on
He moves about the room, and after a few minutes, something cold taps against my labia. I lift my head to glance back, but when Callum clears his throat, not wanting to disobey him again, I gaze forward.
“Push back, Aubree.” I wiggle backward as much as my restraints allow, and my clit hits off something hard. A button clicks and the object vibrates. I yelp as the humming tremors shake my body.
“Don’t attempt to lift yourself away from it.”
I’m not sure I can do what he wants, but I squeeze my eyes shut, and say, “Yes, Sir.”
I still have my eyes closed when his breath caresses my ear. “One more thing, don’t come.”
I grit my teeth and nod. “Yes, Sir.”
When virtues were handed out, they forgot to give me patience and self-denial, but I’d force myself to wait a while longer—a few more minutes might frustrate the hell out of me, but they wouldn’t kill me.
Torturous pleasure wracks my body and the first sweet signs of my orgasm coil low in my belly. I’m wrong; I can’t wait. Won’t wait. Refusing myself release isn’t going happen. How bad can the punishment be if I disobey him? He already said he won’t hurt me.
The head of the vibrator touches off my clit again. A few more seconds is all I need.
“Aubree!” His harsh tone drags me back to reality. “Do not come.”
“Sir, I can’t wai—”
The swish of something flying through the air stills my heart, and I don’t have time to tense my body before layers of butter-soft leather catch my butt cheek, leaving a warm and tingly afterglow in their wake.
I sigh. That was bearable. If this is his idea of punishment, he could bring it. The next swish hits off my other cheek. There’s a little more force behind it, but still nothing I can’t handle. I close my eyes and lose myself to the blissful torture. The next swat bites into my skin. Heat blisters my ass cheeks, and my eyes fly open. That one hurt like hell, where did the blissful, hypnotic strokes go?
A soft, hard pattern follows, and the maddening rhythm does nothing to stop the vibrator pushing me to the edge of climax. I lose count of the number of strokes that land on my skin, but then they stop. The gentle touch of Callum's tongue soothes my burning flesh, making me forget about the pain, but also makes me crave it again.
Slick moisture soaks my inner thighs, and every muscle in my body tenses to fight off the onslaught of pleasure his mouth brings. I want it to end as much as I want it to last forever.
He removes his mouth and strokes his fingers between the cleft of my ass before moving away.
Metal clinks against metal. I shouldn’t look back, but yet… I glance over my shoulder. Silver vice-like clamps hang from his fingers.
“You don’t know how to listen, do you?” he asks.
Despite his harsh words, his eyes dance with mischievous intent. This is a game to him. He doesn’t want me to listen because if I do, it means he can’t punish me.
“I don’t like to listen, Sir. I need you to show me how.�
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He smiles and kneels in front of me. Fondling my breasts, he eases them from beneath my weight on the bench and teases my nipples until my breaths come in gulping pants. He clips the vise like grips into place one at a time, and an invisible line of electricity zings straight to my throbbing clit.
“Do you like how that feels? Does it make you want to come?”
“Yesssss, Sir.” The heavy chains dangle between my breasts and swing back and forth. Sweet baby Jesus. This pain is beyond everything.
I writhe and squirm, and I wish I could stop, because every time I move, the clamps drag my nipples down, and the buzzing vibrator hits off my clit. My mind loses all sanity, and body-wracking sobs fall from my mouth. This is heaven, hell, and everything in-between. No way, no how can I hold off.
“Do you want to come?” he asks, stroking my hair.
I firm my lips and shake my head.
“Answer me, Aubree.”
“N-no, Sir.”
“Good, now take a deep breath.”
I do as he asks, and the drag of something heavy weighs down the chain, stretching my nipples even more. My eyes roll to the back of my head, and powerful waves sweep away every molecule of reality.
The lure of my orgasm grows with every miniscule movement. Holding back is no longer an option, but disobeying him is. I pulse my clit against the vibrator and scream as a powerful release thunders through me. My mouth falls open and harsh cries escape from my throat.
The vibrator doesn’t stop and brings on another round of spasms, this orgasm stronger than the last.
“Please. No more,” I beg.
“It seems someone doesn’t know how to listen when I give an order.” He removes the vibrator and taps his fingertips over my still sensitive and spasming clit
“I couldn’t help it, Sir.”
“You could have helped it if you really wanted to,” he says and removes the clamps from my nipples.
Tears prick my eyes. He’s disappointed in me, and I can’t stop the sob that falls from my lips.
He moves to the top of the bench and hunkers down until his face is in line with mine.
“Sssssh, it’s okay.” Callum strokes his thumbs over my damp cheeks and brings them to my lips. I flick out my tongue, and draw the tip of one of his thumbs into my mouth, tasting my tears. He soon replaces his thumb with his tongue, and I kiss him long and hard, devouring him, needing more of him.
Panting, I break away. “Let me taste you, Sir. Please put yourself in my mouth.”
He hisses out a breath. “Do you think you’ve earned it? You didn’t listen, and you came without permission.”
“I’m still learning, Sir. I’ll try to be good and will try to listen, but I need to taste you. Please.”
He pulls off his t-shirt, and I raise my head to study his perfection. Later, when he removes my restraints, licking him from top to bottom is number one on my to-do list.
He unbuttons and unzips his pants and stands in front of me. The bench must have been custom made for him because his crotch lines up perfectly with my mouth.
An erection strains the crotch of his pants, and I’m eager to have him in my mouth. He removes the headrest, which brings him closer.
“Take my cock out with your mouth.” He combs his fingers through my hair, pulling me to him. Using my teeth and chin, I nudge down his trousers until his cock springs free. I pull him into my mouth and fasten my lips around his velvety purple head.
“You have a sweet, sweet mouth. Perfect for sucking me off.” He sighs and tugs my hair until my scalp stings. “Take me.”
I can't do anything to control his pace, but that doesn’t matter because I want to taste all of him. He thrusts deep. My eyes water, but in no way do I want him to stop. Needing to come again, I writhe against the bench, doing my best to grind my engorged clit against the edge of the body rest. Pleasuring him like this turns me on way too much to deny myself another release.
Callum keeps a firm hold on my hair and picks up speed, but when his balls tighten, he pulls out, dragging out streams of saliva mixed with pre-come. He tugs my hair, lifting my face.
“Look at me. I’m going to fuck you now. Isn’t that what you want?”
“Yes, Sir” I whisper.
He releases my hair and moves between my legs. His fingers spread my folds, and without pause, he slides balls deep. Groan after groan falls from my lips.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he growls.
“Take me, Sir.”
He grunts his response and grips my hips, gouging my tender skin and works himself back and forth. Each stroke as punishing as the last. My walls flutter and clamp around him, and my mouth falls open with silent screams.
My orgasm transports me into another dimension. I spiral higher and higher, never wanting to come back down, but the roar of his climax brings me back, my sensitive body is aware of every twitch of his cock as he comes.
After a few eternal seconds, his movements slow, and he leans down, pressing his damp forehead against the hollow of my back.
“You need a lot more training, Ms. Miller,” he says, his breaths coming in harsh gasps.
“Yes, Sir,” I say with a smile. “I do.”
He withdraws, and after a quick trip to the bathroom, he returns and unlocks my restraints.
“But for someone who hasn’t had much training, you did well.” He rubs and kisses my tender and chafed skin, and with his help, I sit and then swing my legs over the side of the bench, wincing when my tender butt touches the leather. His eyes crinkle, and a smile plays on his lips. “The more you misbehave, the more I’ll have to punish you.”
I lower my hand and curl my fingers around his damp shaft. “Then that’s a win-win for both of us.”
Chapter Fourteen
Callum
I press play again and listen to the cleaned-up recording. The man’s voice isn’t one I recognize.
“You can’t trace it or unblock the number?” I ask Dan who sits opposite me.
He gives his head an apologetic shake. “We’ve tried everything we can, boss. Whoever called knows a thing or two about staying in the shadows.”
I steeple my fingers beneath my chin. “You’re sure the new app you installed will work?”
“If he calls again, we’ll find him. That’s if he does call again.”
“Hopefully he will.”
Dan leaves my office, and I listen to the recording again. “Stay away from Aubree Miller. You don’t know who or what you’re dealing with.” What does he mean by that? I know Aubree, and know exactly who and what I’m dealing with.
Even though he didn’t threaten Aubree directly, I've arranged to have someone keep an eye on her whenever I’m not around. The sooner she moves in with me the better.
My intercom crackles. “The chief of police is on line one,” Olive, my PA informs me.
“Put him through.”
“Callum,” the chief says. With one word, I hear his irritation. I’ve been waiting for this call, and I’m surprised it’s taken so long for him to get in touch with me.
“Ed, what I can do for you?”
“What’s this I hear about William Michaels’ daughter being a member of our club? Given special treatment too from what I hear.”
“There’s nothing to worry about. I have it under control.”
“I don’t think you do.”
“Over the past ten years, William hasn’t said a word to anyone. He’s as harmless as Aubree.”
“You invited the wolf into the sheep’s den by making her a member. She didn’t go through an initiation.”
The hairs on the back of my neck stand on end, as much as I respect Ed, neither him nor his cronies will lay a finger near Aubree. “Listen carefully, Ed. No one but me touches or speaks to her. She’s mine. No one else’s. Take my word for it when I say no one has to worry about anything.”
“That so?”
“That’s so.
He guffaws and the sound of his laughter
pisses me off. “You might want to read the Blind Tattler website. Fix this or we will.” After he hangs up without as much as a goodbye, I pull up the website.
Every muscle in my body turns to stone. There’s a thinly veiled post about the club and about Mike Donoghue walking a woman around on a leash. Mike hasn’t been at the club since the first night I brought Aubree there. The post also mentions a college lecturer who’s best friends with the tech billionaire who owns the club.
I can’t believe what I’m seeing. Possible explanations whirl through my brain, but everything keeps coming back to Aubree.
Her betrayal hits me like a steel covered fist to my chest. She played me, and I fell for it.
I smash my fist so hard on to my desk I leave a mark. Two can play games. She doesn’t understand who she’s dealing with. No idea at all. I was a fool to trust her.
I send her a text and ask her to meet me at the club later. There’s only one way to deal with her duplicity—punishment.
Chapter Fifteen
Aubree
My wrists are bound, and I hang fully clothed, heels and all, from a hook in the middle of an empty, nondescript, gray room. A spreader bar separates my legs, and a velvet gag covers my mouth.
Nadine helped me into this position. She was friendly but not as friendly as she had been the first time I met her. She explained Callum requested she set up this scene for him and he’d be along soon.
I’m not sure what’s going to happen, but I guess this is some kind of introduction to the rougher side of our relationship.
Anytime I called Callum today, it went to voicemail, and the only way we’ve communicated is by text. I don’t mind, really, I don’t, he’s a busy person, and since we met, he’s neglected his commitments because of me.
Footsteps echo from the hall outside, and I smile. He’s on his way. The door opens, but I don’t look. Instead, like the good sub I am, I keep my focus straight ahead. I want to please him, to show how much I’ve learned and am willing to learn.
“Miss me?” he asks. There’s a rawness to his voice one I haven’t heard before, and I shiver.