by Livia Grant
Davis had promised her that, and he fully intended to live up to it. She was trusting him, and so he reciprocated with the same level of trust. But… damn did he want to look back, if only to see if her face reflected excitement equal to his own.
We’re fucking going to do this.
The theater was nearly empty when they stepped in. Madison stood onstage talking to a guy, their conversation looking tense. She made several sharp hacking motions with her hand to emphasize what she was saying, and he responded with a snapping shake of his head. When they both saw Jess and him approaching, the discussion ended, and the man left the stage tight-lipped.
“So, back already?” Madison put on a bright, chipper voice despite the lines of tension around her eyes.
“Yep. We need another activity.” Davis stepped up onto the stage, Jess behind him.
Madison pointed a finger. “Mr. Davis and Miss Jess, right? You rolled Sybian orgasm torture.”
“That’s correct.”
“Ooh! I heard you guys were hot out there!”
Davis stared down at the woman by his side. “Miss Jess was, in fact, incredibly fucking hot.”
“I’ll bet she was. A little birdy told me, though,” Madison tapped a finger against his chest, “that you lost. You didn’t make her come.” Madison gave him a pouty frown. “Bad boy.”
“Miss Jess proved too strong for me.” Davis grinned as Jess rolled her eyes.
“Aww! Well, they do say the strongest subs are the most fun. Anyways, you’ll have a second chance now.” Madison held a marble out in her hand, a wicked grin splitting her face. “Let’s see if she can’t roll something a little easier for you.”
Silently taking the sphere from Madison’s hand, Jess moved to the wheel as the MC spun it.
Click clack click clack tit tit tit tit titter… the ball skipped and bounced along the rim and dividers of the wheel until it slowed and fell into one of the slots.
“Electrical!” Madison clapped her hands together, fairly bouncing. “Okay, so, if you need a violet wand or TENS unit, you should ask for Kaiden, one of our DMs. He has extensive knowledge with electrical play, and he can totally hook you up with anything you need or answer any questions you may have."
Davis chuckled. “I’m good. I’ve already got exactly what I need right here.” He hefted his gear bag as Madison and Jess shot each other looks.
“Ooh! A Dom who came prepared,” Madison raised an eyebrow appreciatively.
Davis grinned. Gripping Jess by the arm, he led her off the stage and out of the theater.
Jess held her tongue until they were crossing the main room before saying in a low tone, “If they see us just fucking and not engaged in some sort of electrical play, we’re gonna be disqualified.”
“You don’t trust me?”
She sighed. “I think you might be a little excited about something other than electrical play, and maybe you’re thinking with this”—she grabbed his cock through his pants—“rather than with your other head.”
Davis jerked to a halt. For a split-second longer than necessary Jess held onto him before she let go, gazing up with an innocent look.
“Did you just grab my dick?”
“Just making a point,” she countered, cocking an eyebrow. “You did tell me you have it handled. I’m just reminding you to make sure.”
Davis shook his head. Fuck. Even if he hadn’t discovered their shared kink, there was something about Jess that was more than fucking intriguing. She was without a doubt the sassiest, most brazen submissive he’d ever played with.
Time to re-think what your type is, friend.
“Come on.” Davis reached, gripping her hand as they began walking again. “Let’s find a good spot, and I’ll show you which of my heads I was thinking with.”
Jess’s laughter followed in his wake as he pulled her further into the room. He saw the DM from earlier wiping down the Sybian they’d played on, and he tugged Jess forward, heading straight for it.
“Hey, Dave…” He hoped he’d remembered the man’s name correctly. “I want to use the platform again. Except I don’t want the Sybian. I want a bench, or a chaise, if you have one.”
“Hmm.” Pursing his lips, Dave glanced at the other platforms. “I mean, I can get you whatever you want, but you’re gonna have to give me a little time. I gotta round up one of these slackers to help me switch shit out.” He made a vague motion toward the club.
“Understood.”
“So…” The DM stared at them with curiosity. “if you don’t mind my asking, what’d you roll this time?”
“Electrical play.”
“No shit?” Dave’s smile grew wide. “You need me to get Kaiden?”
“Nope. Just the chaise.” Davis smiled politely at the man.
“Consider it done, boss.” Before Davis could say anything else, the young man hustled off, speaking into his mic.
Davis drew Jess away from the dais to one of the cooldown areas. “So,” he said, turning her to him, “still concerned?”
“No, sir.” Her tone was demure, as submissive as any he’d heard from her this evening.
“Good girl.” Davis bent, setting his bag down and unzipping it. When he came back up, he held something out in his hand for her to see.
“You have your own TENS unit,” she said appreciatively.
“I told you I had it handled, and I do.” He cracked open the case, checking to make sure all the electrodes and leads were still packed away neatly from the last time he’d used it.
“I suppose you have a wand in there too?”
“No.” Davis shook his head. “Too bulky. And even if I did, I wouldn’t bring it out. Not for what we have planned.”
Jess’s eyes flared as she nodded.
“So,” he said, appraising her. “Starting to feel red?”
Her face scrunched in perplexion until recognition dawned. Slowly she shook her head. “No. Are you?”
“Absolutely not. I’m going to keep asking, however, because if you have even the tiniest reservation about what we’re going to do…”
“I’m an adult, Benjamin. I know what I’m doing, and I can take care of myself.”
“I’ve zero doubt, but you know as well as I do I have to ask.”
“Fair enough,” she said, nodding in acknowledgement.
After a moment that seemed to stretch, Davis took a single step toward her.
“Take off your dress, Jessica.”
The heat in her eyes from earlier erupted into a blaze. As her hands fell to her sides, she teased her lower lip with her teeth until the look she’d cast turned smoldering. Scooching the fabric of the dress up until her fingertips touched the hem, with one slow, seamless movement she pulled the garment slowly over her head. Her hair gathered as she lifted her arms above her, releasing in a flowing brown cascade as it came free of the cloth. Shaking her head, the tresses passed across her face in a sinuous wave before settling back into place. She reached out, holding the loose black fabric in front of her, and Davis took it. Once more she dropped her arms to her sides, standing in silence as her eyes locked to his.
“Good girl.” He motioned with his hand. “And now the bra, if you please.”
Jess reached behind her and unclasped the lacy undergarment. Moving with slow deliberate care she let the straps slip off her shoulders and trace a path down her arms, exposing her breasts to the warm air of the club.
Davis worked to keep his breathing even. Damn, she was beautiful.
Silently she held the bra out dangling from her fingers.
“You are fucking gorgeous.”
Heat and desire and pleasure and want swirled in a heady mixture as her eyes met his. She’d tested him nearly every step this entire evening, questioned his motives, doubted his trust. And yet now as she stood there looking at him, it was her eyes that drew him in more than her nakedness. It was the promise of what eddied in the dark umber of her irises that held him in a grasp he’d no desire to escape from. H
e was the Dom here, the one supposedly in control, but as was true in every good D/s dynamic ultimately all it took was one word, and the power would be hers, not his.
Instead, she lowered her eyes gently, a perceptive smile pulling the corners of her mouth upwards.
He took the garment from her fingers and shoved it along with everything else of hers into the bag. He dropped the TENS unit inside, then zipped it closed. When he stood, he found her gazing at the floor in front of her, hands clasped together just above her sex.
“Look at me.” He’d tried to keep his voice smooth and even, but right now he let hunger turn the tone rough.
Her gaze rose to meet his.
“I have never wanted to fuck someone as much as I do you right now.”
Her eyes dipped. “Thank you, sir,” she said quietly.
Davis started to continue, but a voice stopped him.
“Hey, not to interrupt or anything, but….” It was Dave, the DM.
“Yes?”
The man motioned. “If you wanna come with me, I think we’ve got exactly what you’re looking for.”
Davis nodded. Taking Jess’s hand, he followed as the DM marched toward the platform.
“Green?” he asked in a low voice, his hand squeezing as he guided her.
“Yes, sir,” she answered softly.
The tone sent a surge of blood rushing to his cock. For the first time this evening she seemed to have slipped into a submissive headspace that was more akin to what he’d experienced before. And yet there was a part of him that missed her other voice, the sarcastic snarky one that called him ‘cute’ and ‘asshole’ and ‘dick.’ Everything he’d once thought made up his type had been blown apart this evening by the beautiful, intelligent woman walking by his side.
What is it you keep harping on your trainees about? Adapting to the situation? Maybe you need to start following your own advice…
“Well?” Dave stood on top of the platform, motioning to what they’d set up.
It was perfect—a simple chaise covered in black leather, no sides, one end gently sloping upward.
Davis looked around, nodding. “Outstanding, Dave. Thank you.”
“Hey, that’s what we’re here for. Have fun!” He gave Davis a broad smile, then winked at Jess as he stepped down from the stage and disappeared back into the room.
Jess stared the seat, then slowly turned her gaze to meet his. Her eyes were two bright stars filled with passion and heat reflecting his own excitement. The question Davis was about to ask—‘are you sure about this’—died on his lips. Instead, he gave her hand a gentle tug and walked them up.
So many activities were going on around them that for the moment they had no crowd. It was just the two of them, and Davis would have been happy if it remained that way. He knew, however, it wouldn’t last: the second they began doing what they intended, people were going to be drawn like moths to a light. For now, though, he reveled in their bubble of privacy.
“Sit.” He tugged Jess toward the bench, and she moved smoothly, perching herself on the edge. He set the bag down and pulled the box with the TENS unit back out.
“Okay.” He took a seat next to her, speaking quietly. “This is the plan. I’m going to play with you for a bit with the TENS unit, at least enough to satisfy the letter of the law, if not the intent.”
“Oh my, how terrible,” Jess said, chuckling.
Davis grinned. “I know, right? I realize it’s a huge sacrifice on your part, but hopefully the payoff will be worth it.”
Jess tilted her head down to mask her smile.
“When I think we’ve given them a good enough show”—he gave the device a little shake—“I’ll get rid of this. I figure by that point I’ll have that tight little pussy of yours properly stimulated.”
Jess pressed her lips tight together, her eyes flashing. “And what about you, sir? Will you be properly ‘stimulated?’”
Davis reached and gripped her chin, turning her face to his. “When you grabbed my dick earlier, did it seem like ‘stimulation’ was going to be an issue for me?”
Her eyes flashed, a wicked smile pulling up the corners of her mouth. “No, sir,” she said softly, “no, it did not.”
“Trust me, Jess. Fucking you right now is not going to be an issue. Nor is filling you with my come.”
“Oh, fuck,” she whispered, sucking in her breath as his thumb dug into her.
“Yep. That’s exactly what we’re gonna do.” He let go of her then turned to the box sitting on the chaise beside him. “Now, lie back, and spread your legs.”
Davis opened the case, pulled out two sets of electrodes with attached leads, then the TENS unit itself. He powered it up to make sure the battery was at full charge. Everything looked good, and he plugged the leads into the output ports before turning to face where Jess had stretched herself out.
Fuck. The sight of her brought him up short, and he indulged himself by letting his gaze run the length of her body. Part of her hair spilled over her shoulder and across her breastbone while the remainder haloed itself around her head. The fullness of her breasts rose and fell gently, and the smooth skin of her stomach sent a dozen images careening wildly through his head. His eyes drifted to her swollen sex, a shimmer of wetness from her time on the Sybian still glazing the plump flesh where her labia curved inward. Her legs were bent slightly outward—open to him as he’d commanded—and her toes curled open and closed as she waited.
“Is everything okay, sir?” she murmured.
“Yes.” The word was fierce, almost swallowed by a growl he couldn’t hold back. Fuck the TENS unit, fuck the contest, fuck everything: all Davis wanted to do right now was rip open his jeans and free a cock that roared to bury itself inside her and fill her with…
His seed. He wanted to fill Jessica Bain with his child.
Patience, Davis. How is this concept so goddamn hard for you when it’s what you’ve demanded from so many subordinates?
Easy. Because this—she—was different.
Sucking in a deep breath to force the thought of Jessica Bain’s legs wrapped around him as he plunged inside her away, he shoved his focus back to the thing that needed to be taken care of first. Electrical play.
“You’ve played with a TENS unit before, right?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Okay, so is there anything, any place”—Davis emphasized the word—“that’s a hard limit for you?”
Jess shook her head, her eyes widening. “No.”
Davis smiled reassuringly. “All right, then let’s get you set up.” Slipping up the edge of the chaise, he carefully laid the TENS pads out on her chest. Once done, he cupped her breast, gently caressing her. Jess closed her eyes, her breath hitching as Davis fondled her.
“You know you’re incredibly fucking beautiful, don’t you?”
A languid smile creased her face. “You’re just trying to butter me up.”
Davis moved quickly, thumb and index finger clamping down around her nipple.
She hissed, back coming up off the bench.
“If I say you are beautiful”—Davis pressed his fingers together tighter, twisting the nipple trapped between them—“it’s because you’re fucking beautiful. I don’t need to ‘butter you up.” Davis held her bud pinched in place as he waited for her response.
“Thank you, sir.” Her voice was a mixture of pain and desire, a tone which set every muscle—and his cock—tensing with a primal need to drive into her. “I’m sorry for my attitude, sir.”
“Better,” he murmured approvingly as he let go and returned to gently massaging her. “Have you had electrical play around your nipples before?”
Jess gave him a brief nod.
“Okay. Any history of heart condition or such I should know about?”
She shook her head.
“Perfect.” After another moment of caressing her, he picked up one set of the electrodes, placing the pads on either side her now-engorged nipple.
“So,�
� Davis said as he made sure the pads were securely attached, “tell me something, Miss Jess. Is this ‘attitude’ of yours normal, or something just for me?”
Her eyes opened, narrowing as she gazed into his face. “I…”
Davis smiled as he moved to her other breast, giving her time to work out an answer.
“I’m not a brat, I swear, sir.”
Davis quirked a single eyebrow in silence.
“It’s true!” she protested, her tone suggesting he’d hit a nerve. “I… I think it was just the way you acted when we first met. Honestly, it was the first time I’ve had a Dom treat me that way. I couldn’t get into my normal headspace. It felt like I was going to be interrogated rather than played with. And that took me a bit to work through.”
“Well,” Davis said as he continued placing the second set of pads to straddle her right nipple, “I apologize for that. The fact that out of every submissive here tonight I got paired with you, especially after what I’d overheard at the bar…” He shook his head. “Let’s just say, I wasn’t exactly at the top of my game either.”
For a moment she said nothing. Then, as he pressed the last electrode firmly into place, her voice drifted up. “I think we’re making up for it.”
A warm smile tugged up the corners of Davis’s mouth. He brushed fingertips lightly over her breast, grazing her bud in a final swirling pass.
“I couldn’t agree more,” he murmured, watching her eyes flicker to flame as heated as his own.
“So, let’s have some fucking fun, shall we?”
Chapter 10
Jessica
“Nnngh!”
Her back arched. The leather of the chaise was hard to grip, but Jess managed to hold onto it as Davis pressed the button once again and electricity pulsed through her.
The arc passed across the skin of her breast and pushed through the flesh in a sensation that was a mixture of equal parts pain suffused with a throb of pleasure that increased the longer Davis held the button down.