The men all knew there’d be no talking to the other owners if their women were there. So, they devised a plan to would show the owners that there were women there that night who wanted what they did, too.
Chapter Four
Eliza looked across the room at Skylar. He’d told her things that had set her body on fire. She knew it was wrong to be so attracted to a man who only wanted to torture her flesh, fuck her with a vengeance, and then leave her with money for the deeds.
Skylar had offered her fifty thousand dollars if she’d agree to spend the night with him. Just one night letting him do anything he wanted to her, and she’d have a hefty sum to pad her bank account.
She’d told him no, of course. She wasn’t in the prostituting business.
But a visit to the ladies’ room had her wondering if she was being a baby about it. She came out of one of the bathroom stalls and went to wash her hands. A gorgeous woman wearing a tight-fitting dress was applying more red lip stain to her plump lips.
“Hi,” said the woman who was a bit older than Eliza, after she’d put away her lipstick in a tiny purse that hung from her wrist. “You’re the girl Skylar was talking to. I saw the two of you sitting at a table. So, did he ask you too?”
Eliza was stricken by her question. “He asked you, too?”
The woman slicked back her shiny, dark hair. Her eyes were dark, and that let Eliza know Skylar had a specific type he liked—or he liked to play with anyway.
“He asked me if I was into BDSM, which I’m not. If anyone hits me, they’re going to get hit back.” She smiled at Eliza. “Stephanie Quaker.”
“Eliza Springs.” She washed her hands as she thought about what Skylar had told her. “Did he tell you how sensual it can be?”
“He did.” Stephanie shook her head. “You tell me—what’s sensual about a man spanking your ass until you cry.”
“No, he said you’re not supposed to go that far, unless the girl is into it and asks her Dom to take her that far. He said that the Dom and Sub have to agree on everything. But that the Sub must have complete trust in the Dom and give him the opportunity to show her what he can do for her.” Eliza looked down before taking a paper towel to dry her hands. “Am I a freak, because what he told me actually excited me?”
“I don’t judge people.” Stephanie patted her on the shoulder. “If you want to try it out, then try it out. If you don’t, then don’t. He is a hot son-of-a-bitch. I’m just not into pain.”
The door opened, and Katana came in for her fifth time that night. “Excuse me, ladies. Pregnant woman with a small bladder coming through.”
She went straight to the nearest stall to relieve herself as the women continued their conversation. “I’ve never been spanked,” Eliza admitted. “Not even by my mother as a punishment. I have no idea how it would feel.”
“It stings.” Stephanie checked her reflection in the mirror once more. “And I think it’s degrading. No man is going to bend me over his lap and spank my ass—I can tell you that right now. Fuck, Skylar nearly got a face full of expensive alcohol thrown in it after his opening line to me of, ‘I’ve got cuffs in my pocket, nipple clamps in the palm of my hand, and a cock you can ride all night long if you let me whip that fine ass first.’ Fucking sick bastard!”
Eliza nodded, and Stephanie walked out of the bathroom. But before Eliza could follow, Katana stepped out of the stall. “Has someone asked you to do something you don’t want to do?”
Eliza shook her head. “No. The truth is…what he said made me hot. But now I think something must be wrong with me for getting all hot and bothered by what he said. Clearly, the woman who just left thinks what he’s after is sick.”
Katana washed her hands. “Look, to each their own, I always say. Me, I like a bit of slap and tickle.” She turned to look the young woman over as she dried her hands. “You’re young—I’d say early twenties—and you have that innocent look in your eyes. If you’d like a bit of advice, I’d say that if you’re a virgin, hold out for love. I wish I’d done that. And if you’re not, then why not play around a little? See what it is you like to do and don’t like to do.”
“That’s good advice. And yes, I am a virgin.” Eliza decided then and there that she wasn’t going to let this dangerous man have his way with her. “I think I’ll stay the hell away from the guy who wants me to play some BDSM games with him.”
“Cool. Do what it is you want to do. Don’t let anyone pressure you into doing anything you don’t want. If a man comes on to you that you’d rather not mess with, let him know you’re not interested and walk away. If a man touches you and you don’t want him to, you can even go so far as to slap the offending hand, and let him know that’s not okay with you. There’s never any reason to be a victim. Even if the man is in a position of authority over you, never be afraid to say no and walk way.” Katana smiled at Eliza and whispered, “But if you do want to venture into the darker world, read up on it before you do, and make sure to choose a Dom you can trust. To be honest, if any man here is propositioning you with something like that, stay the hell away from him. He’s not following proper protocol, and that means he most likely won’t follow the rules in the playroom either.”
They left the restroom together, and Eliza spotted Skylar immediately. “That’s him—the blond Viking God-like guy at the bar.”
“Good to know,” Katana said as she looked the man over. “Bye now. Have a nice night and try to steer clear of that man until we take care of him.” She noticed the other two men who flanked him. “And his friends too. This isn’t that kind of club.”
Chapter Five
Katana went straight to her husband with what the young woman had told her. Nixon wasn’t happy at all with what he heard. “Fuck. I told them not to do that stuff in here. Can you imagine if people start talking about the men in this place propositioning women with that BDSM shit?” Nixon ran his hand through his hair as he looked around the room, watching all three of the men stalk various women.
“They seem not to know how to act in public.” Katana drummed her nails on top of the bar. “Maybe they need a lesson. What do you say, Nix? Wanna give ‘em one?”
“Yeah, I do. You in?” he asked his wife.
“I am.” She took his hand and let him lead her over to where the three men were talking to different women. “Hey, guys, my wife and I have a proposition for you all.”
Abandoning the females without hesitation, leaving them with shocked looks on their faces that none of the men seemed to notice, Skylar, James, and Luke followed Nixon and Katana eagerly to a room in the back. The manager’s office was empty; the man was busy greeting the guests and making sure the evening was running smoothly.
Last to enter, Nixon turned to face the men after closing and locking the office door. “You guys seem intent on fucking up my club’s introduction to L.A., and that’s not okay with me. And after watching you all, I can tell that none of you are real Dominants because you don’t have the ability to control yourselves, much less take control of a woman and see what’s best for her.”
“Who are you to tell us what we are and are not?” Skylar asked. His arrogance knew no bounds—Nixon could see that clearly.
“I’m the man who’s helping you three get safely out of this club before one of the women you’ve hit on sues you for sexual misconduct.” Nixon looked at his wife. “Would you care to explain to these men what can happen to them if anyone here decides they were made to feel uncomfortable, honey?”
Luke held his hand up, palm in the air. “I don’t need a woman to tell me a thing. I tell women what to do, not the other way around.”
“Then you’re not a true Dominant,” Katana stated. “A true Dominant listens to his Submissive. He finds out things about her that no one else ever has managed to get her to talk about. And once he knows all about her needs, wants, and desires, only then does he explore what he believes is best for her.”
“How romantic,” Skylar said with an air of sarcasm
. “That’s not what BDSM is about at all. It’s about showing your power as a man. It’s about taking what you want from a woman. Maybe she won’t realize it right away, but later she will—and she’ll learn that only this man can satisfy her needs. You don’t get it at all. And frankly, you two are wasting our time. I plan on getting a woman to do what I want before the clock strikes midnight.”
“Well, you won’t be getting that here.” The three watched as Nixon picked up the phone and called Security to escort them out. “You see, around here, we respect our women—and we don’t allow our patrons to disrespect them.”
“Respect?” James said with a loud laugh. “You guys are nothing but pussies who let their women lead them around like pet poodles.”
Katana’s eyes cut to Nixon, and he gave her a nod. She walked around in front of Nixon, kneeled down, putting her head in the submissive position.
Nixon looked at the men. “Does that look like I’m being led around by anyone?”
“It’s an act. She holds all the keys. Anyone can see that,” Luke huffed with disgust.
“My wife kneels because she respects me. You wanna know why she respects me?” Nixon asked as the three men looked on with disgust. “Because I make her respect me.”
“Sure, you do.” Skylar strode around the room, preening like a peacock. “I make bitches respect me because they have no other choice. If I say suck my cock, then that bitch better get on her knees and do it.”
Nixon looked down and caught Katana rolling her eyes. “Yeah, I know, baby.” He returned his attention to the guys in front of him. “You three will never be Dominants. You’ll most likely end up in jail, or at the very least, sued. You have to have mutual respect if you want to be a Dom. My advice is to go do some research—get a real Dom to teach you. You guys are just a trio of assholes, and that’s all you’re ever going to be if you don’t stop what you’re doing.”
Security arrived and escorted the men out the back door. Nixon looked at his wife who was still kneeling. “You may rise, my little love slave.”
She stood up, taking his offered hand. “You schooled them, Nix. I doubt those assholes actually listened, though. But at least you tried, and you did get them the hell out of here.”
Nixon pulled his wife into his arms and kissed her softly on her sweet lips. “Men like that make me sick. They have no idea what that lifestyle is all about. They’re the type of people who give BDSM a bad name.”
Katana curled her arms around her husband’s neck, kissing him back intently. Walking back out to the club after their successful removal of the riff-raff, Katana and Nix joined everyone as the midnight hour struck, confetti cascading down, every reveler kissing and laughing through that final minute until the New Year had officially begun.
The End.
Torturous Pleasures: A Bad Boy Billionaire Romance
A Submissives’ Secrets Short Story
One hot weekend of BDSM style sex, one hitch in the plan…
I just wanted a couple of hot nights with my sexy wife.
What I got wasn’t anything I’d planned.
Sure, the get-away started out hot enough.
A sex-swing made things fun, interesting, even intriguing.
We’d just gotten started when the blizzard came in.
A trip to the attic to grab a heater had us finding something that would end the sexy fun we’d been set on having.
If the cold didn’t kill us, something else just might…
Chapter One
Stars filled the black sky as Grant and Isabel sped through the night, eager to get to their Christmas destination. “Are we almost there?” Isabel asked, her blindfold making it impossible for her to know where they were.
“Only a few more minutes.” Grant slowed to make the turn. He’d rented a small house outside of Portland, Oregon for the Christmas weekend.
With kids, things couldn’t always be the way the couple craved at times. So, when Isabel’s sister asked if they could have them over for the Christmas holiday, Grant and Isabel found themselves free.
The rental was more than your normal home rental. This little house was filled with devices that would serve to enhance their pleasure while torturing Isabel into an amber state of arousal.
Time ticked by, Isabel fidgeted in her seat as Grant took the long road up to the secluded home. The headlights lit up the little white house that no one would ever suspect housed the torturous tools.
Parking the car in the garage, Grant got out to help his wife out of the car. Her slender hand moved into his without any hesitation. Isabel had been dreaming about having a weekend like this for a long time.
Leading her into the house, Grant turned on the light switch next to the side entrance. “Wow!”
“What?” Isabel asked as she reached up to take off the blindfold.
Grant quickly took it off for her, and they looked around the room they’d come into. Stocks in one corner, chains in another, and a sex swing right in the middle of the room. Dark blue paint covered the walls, contrasting with the pristine whitewashed wood floor.
Grant looked around, finding one door that came off the other side of what would’ve been a living room, had it been a normal home. “I bet that’s the bedroom and bath back there.”
They went to check out the rest of the home. Grant opened the door to a small bed and bath combination. “Tiny,” Isabel muttered.
Only a twin bed pushed up against one wall served for the couple to sleep on. “Cozy,” Grant tried to spin the little room’s description.
Isabel wandered to the attached bathroom, finding a small stand-up shower. “Only one at a time in here.”
Grant walked to the doorway but didn’t attempt to step into the tiny bathroom as Isabel’s small frame took up too much room. “This is small. But we’re not here to take showers together or even sleep that much. You know what we’re here for, so I’ll go out and grab our luggage, so we can get changed and begin our weekend of pleasure.”
Isabel began taking her clothes off in preparation. Knowing she’d soon get some of Grant’s dominant attention had her body heating up already. Gliding her palms over her skin, she shivered as a chill ran through her.
Grant tossed the bag onto the bed then pulled out a black leather corset, some handcuffs, and a couple of nipple clamps too. “Here you go, put on the corset, and I’ll do the rest, baby.”
Isabel purred as she pulled the leather up her body, loving the way it felt. “It’s been a while since I’ve felt leather on my skin.”
Grant looked at his wife, admiring the way the corset fit her so snugly, accenting every curve, pushing her Double D’s up, so they burst over the top. His cock thumped, he ran his hand over it as his eyes drank in the vision of sexual desire who strutted up to him, placing her hand over the one of his that rubbed his growing cock.
Isabel pulled his hand up to run it over her breasts. “Wanna pull these out and clamp ‘em?”
He moved his hands over her soft skin as he nodded. Pulling one of her tits up to get the nipple out from underneath the leather, he licked it until it was nice and hard. Isabel moaned as he sucked it, making her wet with desire.
Grant laid her back on the bed. Picking up the nipple clamp, he looked into her eyes as he put it on the nipple he’d sucked. Her eyes closed as she took deep breaths to make the pain ease up some. When her eyes opened, she looked at him. “Thank you, Master.”
His fingers ran lightly up and down her arm as he gazed at her. No one had ever made him feel the way Isabel did. She amazed him in every single way.
Pulling the other tit up, he sucked it long and hard then licked it over and over until Isabel arched her back, moaning and whispering, “I’m coming!”
He kept up his attention to her breast until her climax had waned then pulled his mouth off her and clamped that nipple too. She whimpered with the pain it caused, but his kiss stopped her from crying.
Her mouth yielded to his, letting him move his tongue all over
hers then pushing it in further, mimicking how his cock would soon fill her mouth. Isabel relaxed her throat to allow his tongue to go down as far as it could.
The corset was crotch-less, allowing him access to her intimate areas. Inserting two fingers, he found her soaked from the orgasm. Pumping his digits into her, he kissed her as he took her to the edge of another orgasm, but stopped just before she came. Her groan pleased him immensely.
She was his to toy with for two whole days and nights. His plan was to tease her for a good while before letting her climax again. And when she had that orgasm, he would join her, holding back his own release too until that time came.
“I think I’d like to try out that sex swing, we’ve never done that before.” Grant picked Isabel up off the bed then took her to the living room. Strapping her into the contraption, he had already found more than one way to use it to make her accessible to him. “This should be fun.”
Chapter Two
The television screen held the attention of the two people who were watching Isabel and Grant. Piper and Steve had rented the home to the couple with the stipulation that they’d get to watch them through the closed-circuit television system. Cameras had been placed throughout the playroom, the bedroom and bathroom didn’t have any in them, giving them some privacy.
Piper sat up; her blonde braid pulled over one shoulder. “I like that outfit she has on.”
Steve pulled his wife onto his lap. “That is sexy.” He ran his hands up and down her bare arms as neither had on a stitch of clothing.
Their bedroom had two televisions in it. One on one wall and one on the other so that they could both watch the goings on of Isabel and Grant while playing a little themselves.
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