Yes, My Mistress

by Jennifer Cole

  “I’m in,” Mike announced, in a voice just shy of a whimper. Ass, he called himself for needing to struggle with his control.

  “Are you, now? Do you know what you’re signing up for?” Troy chuckled.

  “Yes, damn it.” Mike gritted his teeth and turned toward a smirking Troy. “You’ve made me keep my distance for too fucking long. She’s mine, and I want her. Now.”

  Still grinning, Troy nodded, but didn’t look in Mike’s direction. “Well, you can’t have her right now. Ransom and I tired her out from our play today. You can be Dani’s toy tomorrow.”

  “Run, little man,” Mike growled. “Fast and far.”

  Troy stood up and gave a languid stretch. “Yeah, yeah, I know, slow and painful.”

  Chapter 3

  “Today we’re going to use one of the smaller rooms on the main floor,” Troy said as they strolled through the bar.

  “Okay,” Dani replied. “I’m excited, but nervous too.”

  “You have no reason to be nervous. You’ve learned well, and exude confidence in your position of Domme. You should be proud of what you’ve accomplished in the short time you’ve been practicing.”

  “Thank you, Troy. For everything.”

  “You are welcome.” They came to a stop outside of one of the client rooms on the main floor of the club, and Troy reached for the door knob. “Now it’s time for you to put practice into action. Keep in mind this is still considered training, therefore Ransom and I will be in the room with you. I have selected a submissive worthy of your talents, and he’s waiting inside.”

  Dani’s belly was fluttering with nervousness as she removed her coat and handed it to Troy. Today she wore a black corset with matching panties, fishnet stockings, and black, thigh-high leather boots.

  Troy said nothing of the person he’d selected. Since she was still in training mode, she wondered if the chosen sub would merely be playing a role, or if this would be more real than with Ransom.

  Ransom was a great sub in that he allowed her to use him to train with. He permitted her to paddle and flog him, advising her of pressure and technique. She’d enjoyed learning about all the erogenous zones on a man’s body. Dani had no idea there were so many, or how sensitive they were. She was interested to see if she had the ability to stimulate a man’s prostate gland.

  The day before, Ransom had even been receptive to her trying out Japanese rope tying she’d read about, and let her lasso his boys. Yet, all along he had only been participating as a model, so to speak. With the help of the two lovers, she learned the Dominant’s perspective through Troy, and a submissive’s through Ransom. Now Dani was anxious to put all her practice into a real life Dominate-submissive situation. She was ready.

  She also wondered if Troy would ease up on the rules from when she first started. What she wanted to do more than anything was sit down with Mike. Maybe go out with him sometime. Find out his likes and dislikes, and if he would consider choosing her as a Mistress.

  After the session she was certain they would sit and discuss it like they always did, and decided that would be the time to bring up Mike. Who better to pump for a little info on the guy than his friends?

  “I’m ready,” she said.

  With a nod, Troy turned the knob and pushed the door open.

  Stepping into the room, Dani glanced around. Her eyes immediately settled on the submissive kneeling in the middle of the floor, and she stopped dead in her tracks. He was naked, his hands resting palms up on the tops of muscled thighs.

  “Mike,” she gasped softly, and watched as the semi-erect shaft between his legs came to life.

  Troy’s voice was behind her right ear. “You are his Mistress. You are in control.”

  “But you said a sub picks his Mistress. He didn’t…”

  “Yes, he has,” Troy answered in a whisper, pointing to the firm flesh between Mike’s legs. “Begin.”

  * * * *

  Moments before, Mike had assumed the submissive position per Ransom’s directions and waited patiently for her to come to him. His eyes were downcast, but as soon as the door opened the violet scent of her perfume assailed him. He fought the urge to lift his head to look at her.

  If his cock got any harder it was going to explode. It felt as if hours were passing in silence, instead of seconds. What was she doing? What was she thinking? Was she disappointed to find him as her sub? He didn’t think so. He’d seen the flicker of interest in her eyes whenever she saw him. Why the hell was it taking her so long to say something? As if reading his mind, the clicking of her heels announced her approach.

  “On your feet,” she said, coming to a stop in front of him. A slight waver was evident in her voice.

  She was nervous.

  Hell, so was he.

  As he stood, Mike took in her attire and his aching balls threatened to unload. Passing her midsection, he caught the fragrance of her arousal, and his mouth watered. He fought the impulse to drag his tongue along the crotch of her panties to sample her. The satin and lace covering her torso accentuated the fullness of her breasts, her narrow waist, and the sexy flair of her hips. What was supposed to be cups holding her boobs barely covered the pink of her areolas, and he was certain when he came up to his full height, he’d see nipple when he looked down. Mike suspected if he were to lay her out on the floor right now and start pounding himself into her, those puppies would bounce free in no time from the scrap of fabric covering them. He tried to keep his eyes lowered, knowing it was expected, but since he towered over her, even in those six-inch heels she wore, the attempt was futile.

  Their eyes met.

  The heat of desire simmered in the brown depths looking back at him. Mike was tempted to gather her in his arms and kiss her senseless.

  “You’re beautiful,” he said.

  Her left brow rose.

  “My apologies, my Mistress, for speaking without permission,” he offered to amend his error.

  “Forgiven, this time,” she replied. When she continued there was more confidence in her voice. “You have a safe word?”

  It doesn’t matter, baby, you won’t be hearing it.

  “Yes, my Mistress,” he replied. “It’s flower.”

  “You know when to use it?”

  “Yes, Mistress.”

  Dani’s eyes began to roam his body, and his flesh sizzled with every pass they took. After circling him once, she came to stand in front again. From between his thighs his cock stuck straight out, firm, proud, needing her touch. He was so fucking hard he was sure she could use his shaft like a tree branch and swing from it. When she reached out and placed her hands in the middle of his chest, a soft sigh left her lips.

  “Your body is a work of art, slave,” she whispered.

  Mike stifled a groan as her fingers brushed over the puckered tips of his nipples.

  “Thank you, Mistress.”

  He nearly winced when she squeezed the tight buds in warning, not from the slight pain she brought to them, but because of the jolt it sent to his already aching sac. The pads of her fingertips began exploring the bulges and ripples of muscle down the length of his arms before caressing back up and across his shoulders.

  “I want you restrained,” she announced.

  “Mmm, yes.”

  “And for that you will be punished.”

  It’s about fucking time.

  With a slender finger Dani pointed to the metal whipping post several feet away. Mike lowered his head and walked toward it. Eager to get his punishment under way, he fastened the restraints dangling from the top of the post around his wrists. The bindings were conveniently positioned for a sub to do up themselves.

  “Good, slave,” she praised, and ran her hands across his shoulders.

  Her soft hands caressed the length of his back, and when she came to his ass, she cupped his cheeks. The tips of her fingers dug into his firm flesh, and he caught himself before the moan brewing slipped free. As her touch continued down his left leg, Mike’s knees threate
ned to buckle.

  “Spread your feet, slave.”

  He eagerly complied so she could fasten the strap around his ankle. Her hands repeated the same torture on his right leg. For a moment Mike thought about the picture he made, spread eagle and tied naked to a whipping post, with two of his buddies watching from the shadows. He didn’t care about the audience. Hell, he and Dani could have been in the middle of the club for all to see, and it wouldn’t have bothered him.

  The woman of his dreams finally had her hands on him, and that was all that mattered.

  “Should I use a paddle on you, slave, or a flogger?”

  Use your bare hand, baby, just don’t stop touching me.

  “Mistress, I would be pleased with whichever you feel I deserve.”

  The clicking of her heels told him she was off to choose the implement for his punishment. He refused to lift his head to watch her walk away. His cock hadn’t softened one iota, and he knew if he looked at her now, his tool would erupt like a geyser.

  With a slow stride she closed the distance between them after choosing a weapon for pleasurable torture. He tensed as she pressed her body against his back. The heat of her full breasts touching the muscles of his back was like a firebrand on his flesh.

  “I’ve decided you’ve earned a paddling for speaking without permission,” she announced, and produced a length of polished wood for him to see.

  “Thank you, my Mistress,” Mike said.

  “You will receive ten, and I want to hear you count them off.”

  “Yes, Mistress.”

  When the warmth of her body against his vanished, a chill caressed his heated skin. He shuddered as a tremor moved through him. Without any further warning, she struck him. The initial sting zipped through his nerve endings from the left cheek of his ass. Then the warmth of her hand soothed over the spot.

  “One,” he groaned.

  The same attention was paid to his right cheek.

  “Two.”

  Over and over the paddle made sweet contact with his ass. The delightful stinging made Mike’s head spin like a top. Fire radiated from the taut globes, surging through his system. The ache in his balls was now beyond painful with the need for release. His cock throbbed in agony with every thwack of the wood against his burning ass.

  “Yes, baby, yes,” he heard himself mutter after the last swat.

  Then she stopped. Over his shoulder he heard her harsh breath. “What did you say?” she asked in a raspy voice.

  “Nothing, my Mistress,” he lied, and then mentally kicked himself. If he’d kept talking without permission she would have continued.

  As their session wore on Mike lost track of time. She tested her bondage techniques by restraining him on several pieces of equipment. When she took the flogger to him, Mike nearly passed out from pleasure. Troy and Ransom were correct, she was a natural with an implement.

  Sweat coated his heated flesh, and his body ached. For what seemed like forever Mike teetered on the blissful edge between pleasure and pain. Both he could handle for a spell longer, but what he needed more than anything was to slide himself inside her. He wanted to feel her body welcoming him in, gripping and pulsing around his cock. He knew she was in a state no better than him. The scent of her arousal teased his nose. A sexy sheen of perspiration glistened on her skin.

  When she hadn’t touched him for what seemed like an eternity, he glanced down. Dani had dropped to her knees. Her breath was ragged, harsh, her breasts heaving. As she studied him, her body seemed to tremble. His eyes shifted to the object holding her attention. Between his legs his cock throbbed. The broad crown was an angry red, and droplets of pre-cum dribbled from the slit at the end.

  Reaching for him, her hands gripped his hips. The tips of her fingers dug into his firm flesh. Then she leaned into him. Mike held his breath as she drew nearer to his aching shaft. Relief was in sight. It was as though she moved in slow motion, taunting him with that luscious mouth merely an inch away.

  Yes, baby, just a little further. Please...

  “That’s enough for today.” Troy’s voice boomed in the room the moment Dani’s lips parted.

  A strangled croak erupted from Mike’s throat, as a sound of frustration slipped from Dani’s. Frustrated brown eyes glanced up at him. A flicker of defiance glinted in those eyes, and he suspected she was torn between finishing what she’d started and following the word of the Master.

  Mike raised a brow, issuing her a silent challenge.

  Dani shot a look over her shoulder toward Troy, and then back to Mike’s groin. Her voice wavered with the trembling of her body. “But…” Dani said.

  Troy lifted his chin, daring her to defy him. Tense moments passed in silence, as Mike watched helplessly while she struggled over what to do. If she defied Troy, she would be punished, that was the way. Mike didn’t have a clue what her punishment would be, only that it would happen, and Troy would mete it out. As much as Mike enjoyed the thought of Dani’s ass being paddled, he’d be damned if any other man would have the honor.

  Dani dropped her gaze to the floor.

  “Yes, Master,” she replied, and her hands caressed down the length of Mike’s legs to where his ankles were bound.

  “Leave them,” Troy said. “Ransom will untie him. Come.”

  Dani stood, and her legs wobbled beneath her.

  Restrained to the metal pillory Mike could only watch as she staggered across the room to stand before Troy. After he wrapped an oversized bathrobe around her trembling body, he escorted her to the door, and out of the room.

  “He’s a dead man,” Mike growled as Ransom approached and knelt to undo the straps around his ankles.

  Ransom remained quiet as he reached to release the buckle around Mike’s right wrist, and then the left. Taking a few minutes to stretch his muscles, Mike grumbled under his breath. Beside the apparatus hung a towel, he grabbed it and unceremoniously dragged it over his body, drying the layer of sweat shining on his heated skin.

  “He left you in a bad way, pal,” Ransom said, a hint of amusement in his voice. “That wasn’t right.”

  “The son of bitch will pay.” Mike stomped across the floor to the chair in the corner where he’d left his clothes.

  There was no way in hell the boner he currently sported would be going away any time soon. The nerve of Troy stopping them when Dani was so obviously interested in taking things further; and Mike was more than happy to let her. After tugging on his baggy sweat pants and attempting to adjust the noticeable protrusion in the front, Mike flung the door open and stormed out.

  His big, aroused body lumbered up the hall, every step more agonizing than the last. No amount of pulling was going to alleviate the present state of his cock. The only thing that would bring him relief would be to lose himself in Dani’s body, but with Troy continuing to torture him, that was likely never to happen.

  “Watch out!” Ransom hollered from behind him. “Big man coming through.”

  He could picture the smug smirk that he knew was curling his friend’s lips. Over his shoulder Mike scowled at Ransom and walked with purpose through the bar area. He was certain steam was shooting out his ears, he was so frustrated. The nerve of Troy cutting their session off before either of them found release.

  “What’s up with him?” Deirdre asked wide-eyed.

  “Blue balls.”

  “Ahh, the poor guy,” she replied with sympathy. “Dani give his boys a hard time?”

  Ransom shook his head, still grinning. “Troy put a stop to their session before they…” He stopped and chuckled. “You know.”

  Deirdre burst out in laughter. “Christ, he is cruel, isn’t he? Poor Mike.”

  From behind the bar Mike grabbed a liter bottle of water before stomping toward the back door leading to the private suites and the gym area. No amount of running—regardless of the distance—was going to make him feel better, but it was worth a try.

  * * * *

  Upstairs in Troy and Ransom’s suite,
Dani stood under the heated downpour of their shower. Troy had insisted she relax after the session before getting behind the wheel of her car. Appreciating his sentiment, Dani agreed. When they’d arrived upstairs she realized the encounter had been tougher on her than she thought it would be. Perhaps it had something to do with the man in the position as her submissive.

  The minute she’d stepped into the playroom her body reacted. The dampness between her legs when Mike was around was something she’d become somewhat accustomed to. Somewhat. However, when she spotted his naked body kneeling on the floor, she found herself on the brink of orgasm. The swelling of her breasts made her wonder if they were going to leap right out of the bustier she’d been wearing, in offering. The tightening of her nipples had sent a sharp spasm south to the painful throbbing of her clit.

  The harder they’d played, the harder they’d both sweated. Rivulets of salty liquid had run freely over their bodies.

  As Dani showered, images of Mike strapped to the St. Andrew’s cross played in her mind. It had been all she could do to stop herself from lapping up the perspiration that trickled all over his bulging flesh. The twitching of his muscles had danced in time to the quivering of her belly. Despite the dim lighting in the playroom, his damp skin was flushed. Pink tinted his cheeks, and his eyes gleamed with excitement when they met hers.

  She’d never been more turned on in her life. Shivers had coursed through her body each and every time he cast a glance her way. The nightly dreams she had of Mike’s hands gripping her hips, slamming into her from behind—after he’d earned it, of course—tormented her wakened state as well.

  The broad expanse of his chest as he drew deep labored breaths made her reach out to stroke the firm swells of his pecs, to soak up the heat of desire emanating from his body. Beneath her fingertips, his muscles had twitched. Tight, brown nipples protruded and darkened as his need escalated.

  With a washcloth lathered up, she began dragging it across her fevered skin. Instead of feeling relieved at washing the sweat from her body, her arousal soared once again.