“I don’t remember seeing you here before.” She reached out and brushed a lock of his blond hair from his eyes.
“A friend recommended Mavericks to me before the fire. I’d joined up about a week before it happened. When I heard it was reopening, I couldn’t wait to come. The funny thing is that I haven’t done a lot of this.” He lowered his head, but she could still see his smile. “I was embarrassed by what I liked sexually for a long time. People look at me and assume I’m always in charge. They would think I’m weak if they saw me here.”
She carded her fingers through his hair, loving the feel of the soft strands against her skin. “I’m a switch. I know exactly how strong you have to be to give over control to another person.”
Adam nodded. “So does this mean our lunch-hour conversations are going to take on another dimension?”
“Oh hell yes. Do you have any idea how much I want to talk to people sometimes about what I do? What I need? It’s nice to know I’m not the only one.”
He reached out and took her hand. Lifting it to his mouth, he began to pepper her skin with soft kisses. “You’re not alone, Mistress.”
Her pussy throbbed with the thought of taking control of this strong, confident and handsome man. “So we are going to play?”
“Yes, Ma’am. I would very much like that.”
“What are your hard limits?”
“No scat, golden showers or blood play. Anything to do with asphyxiation freaks me out. Anal play is fine. Pain is fine. I like to be controlled. A lot, actually. Think kinky butler and that would be hitting things pretty close to the mark.”
“You like tasks, being useful without having to think.” She nodded and pulled her hand back. “I expect you to refer to me as Mistress or Ma’am. What’s your safeword?”
“Office.” He smirked. “It’s usually the last thing I want to think about in a scene.”
“I would hope not.” She crossed her arms and looked away. “Go to the table and fetch me a toy. I want to play for a while.”
Adam rose with a grace she wouldn’t have normally associated with a man of his size. She loved watching him, the way the muscles of his naked back moved as he walked. The glow of his skin under the dim lights of the dungeon.
He stood in front of the table for several seconds. She’d memorized the contents, but wanted to see how he wanted things to go this evening. When he turned around and made his way back, she smiled. So that’s how they were going to do things.
Let the games begin.
Adam has a strap-on.
Adam has nipple clamps and a paddle.
Please Go Back and Make a Selection.
Dancing with the Domme
Go Back
Tegan tugged down on her corset, making sure her cleavage was deep. While she loved being a submissive, there were too many things going on in her life at the moment for her to give up control. Especially tonight. No, what she needed more than anything was to take her mind off the insanity of her life by driving someone out of their mind.
“I think I’m going to find a nice little sub to play with tonight.” She winked at Thomas. “Unless you are interested in coming down to play, in which case I’ll reconsider my plans.”
He rolled his eyes. “If I wasn’t working I’d have you tied up to the wall and your ass blistered red in no time. Best if you go find a mouse to play with tonight. Get it out of your system so you’re ready for me.”
Oh, she really liked the sound of that. “Another time, then.”
“I’ll hold you to that.” Thomas opened the door, giving her a little bow. “Madame, your submissives await.”
There was no music as she descended into the dungeon. Even the bass from the music in the main area faded into little more than a light thud with each step she took below. The stairs were wide, each one lit on the side with blue LED pot lights. It made her feel as though she were descending into some magical otherworld, a place where anything could happen.
If God’s willing, I hope so. The basement was a miniature of the main room upstairs. The open space contained a variety of black-and-white photos, naked bodies bound and trussed-up in poses that had her shivering with appreciation. Ropes, clamps, ball-gags adorning naked men and women, their faces wearing that faraway expression she knew all too well. She wanted to do that to someone tonight. Take them to that special place where they could forget everything for a while.
She needed to look after someone.
The snap of a whip caught her attention. Turning toward the sound, she made her way along the edges of the small groups gathered together. Another crack, followed by a moan. Someone was having fun tonight.
Unlike the showiness of the props upstairs, the equipment in the dungeon was far more functional, more real. She came to a stop just behind a Domme in time to see her pull her arm back and flick the lash forward. The man chained to the small St. Andrew’s Cross moaned as a red line took form across his shoulder blade. His back was covered in sweat and a series of long marks. They’d clearly been at this for a while.
“You like that, don’t you, baby?” The Domme’s voice was playful as she slid the whip through her grasp. “Don’t you?”
“Yes, Ma’am.” His voice was barely a whisper, hoarse. “More, Ma’am.”
The Domme smiled before giving him what he wanted, snapping the lash against him once again. This time the welt adorned the top of his ass cheeks, and the man tried to buck away from the pain.
“He’s very responsive.” Tegan stepped beside the woman, and cocked her head to get a better view of the marks. “You have quite a talent with the whip.”
“Bruce makes me want to practice every day.” The woman’s bloodred lips curled into a smile. “Don’t you, darling?”
“Yes, Ma’am.” Poor Bruce sounded exhausted, though Tegan was fairly certain he didn’t mind.
She needed to find someone of her own if she wanted any chance of scratching the itch that had been in the back of her mind for weeks now. The last thing she wanted was to fight for the attentions of a sub. “I’m here looking for a playmate.”
The Domme turned to face Tegan, looking her over carefully. “Male or female?”
“Male, I think.”
The woman cast her gaze around the room, pausing briefly along the far wall before she continued. “I would suggest making your way to the back and choosing a few toys to play with. There are two subs I’ve played with in the past who haven’t found a partner yet. They’re both extremely responsive.”
She leaned in and kissed the woman on the cheek. “Thank you.”
There was something to be said about the power of being in her Domme head space. Life became simple, narrowed down to determining and fulfilling the needs of her sub. She knew how much she appreciated it when she was with a Dom who understood her. That connection granted her a mental freedom she couldn’t find otherwise.
Tonight she wanted to do that for someone else.
Tegan made sure to keep her gaze from landing on any one person as she sauntered over to the toys table along the back wall. She could feel eyes on her as she let her fingertips caress the various instruments. Butt plugs, floggers, nipple clamps...so many toys for her to choose from. Picking up a wide paddle, she gave it a practice swing, letting its weight connect with her open palm.
“Hello, Mistress.”
She ignored the voice as she set the paddle back down. The sub was tall, even more so than she was in her heels. She could feel his body heat as he took a step closer to her side. He was smart, keeping his distance but making his intentions known.
With her attention now focused on the man, she let her fingers resume their inspection of the toys. “Well, isn’t this interesting.”
The butt plug was huge, certainly not something a person would start off with. The silico
ne bulged at the base and would have stretched someone’s poor ass out many inches. The man beside her didn’t respond. His breathing remained even and he didn’t back away. So not interested in the toy, but not scared off either. Good to know.
“It’s certainly something to aspire to. Though I only know a few men who would be able to handle it.” She replaced the plug and instead scooped up the nipple clamps.
Ah, there it was. The stutter in his breath, the key indicator that here was what he wanted—a bit of pain, a loss of control.
Perfect.
Tegan spun on her heel and crossed her arms. She had to mask her surprise when her gaze finally landed on the man. Not only was he stunning, she actually knew him.
Adam. Adam Carr from her office.
Holy shit.
“Interesting.” Tegan somehow managed to hold his gaze as she worked to get herself under control. “This isn’t the type of place I expected to find you.”
Adam was one of the personnel managers in the human resources department. Everyone loved him; his quick wit and easy smile could disarm the most volatile of situations. She’d never once seen him lose his temper and had often wondered how he managed to keep himself so positive.
Now she knew.
If he was surprised by her appearance, he’d managed to move past it quickly enough. Adam held her gaze for a moment longer before he let it drop to the floor. His hands were clasped loosely behind his back and his breathing was slow and steady.
“Mistress, I’m just as surprised to find you here. I wasn’t aware you were involved in this sort of scene.”
The idea of playing with him, the chance to help him ease the pressure and take his body to a place that existed in sensation, was overwhelming. This was something more than anonymous fumblings with no consequences. Their lives outside of the club were entwined, and everything that happened here needed to be taken into consideration, measured and discussed before they moved forward. But if this was going to happen, then there was something they needed to get out into the open first.
She lifted his chin with her finger, forcing him to look her in the eyes once more. “I think we need to talk before this goes any further. The potential for something bad to happen is too great.”
“You’re probably right.”
Tegan walked past him over to one of the large cushion chairs in the corner. She sat, her legs crossed and her hands resting on each of the arms, and waited for him. She knew the mental hoops his brain was jumping at the moment. She’d been there enough herself to appreciate it. Still, when he straightened up and strode over to where she was, she couldn’t help but do a mental fist pump.
When he reached the chair, rather than continuing to stand, he got to his knees. There was no weakness in his body, but she could see his need to let someone else take over, be in charge for a while. She reached out and thumbed the leather collar around his neck, knowing how amazing it felt to wear.
“I think the obvious needs to be said.” She leaned forward and lowered her voice. “Regardless of what does or doesn’t happen between us, I won’t breathe a word that you were here tonight. Likewise, I’d appreciate it if you wouldn’t mention this either.”
He chuckled. “I don’t think most of our coworkers even know how to spell BDSM, let alone understand the appeal.”
“I don’t remember seeing you here before.” She reached out and brushed a lock of his blond hair from his eyes.
“A friend recommended Mavericks to me before the fire. I’d joined up about a week before it happened. When I heard it was reopening, I couldn’t wait to come. The funny thing is that I haven’t done a lot of this.” He lowered his head, but she could still see his smile. “I was embarrassed by what I liked sexually for a long time. People look at me and assume I’m always in charge. They would think I’m weak if they saw me here.”
She carded her fingers through his hair, loving the feel of the soft strands against her skin. “I’m a switch. I know exactly how strong you have to be to give over control to another person.”
Adam nodded. “So does this mean our lunch-hour conversations are going to take on another dimension?”
“Oh hell yes. Do you have any idea how much I want to talk to people sometimes about what I do? What I need? It’s nice to know I’m not the only one.”
He reached out and took her hand. Lifting it to his mouth, he began to pepper her skin with soft kisses. “You’re not alone, Mistress.”
Her pussy throbbed with the thought of taking control of this strong, confident and handsome man. “So we are going to play?”
“Yes, Ma’am. I would very much like that.”
“What are your hard limits?”
“No scat, golden showers or blood play. Anything to do with asphyxiation freaks me out. Anal play is fine. Pain is fine. I like to be controlled. A lot, actually. Think kinky butler and that would be hitting things pretty close to the mark.”
“You like tasks, being useful without having to think.” She nodded and pulled her hand back. “I expect you to refer to me as Mistress or Ma’am. What’s your safeword?”
“Office.” He smirked. “It’s usually the last thing I want to think about in a scene.”
“I would hope not.” She crossed her arms and looked away. “Go to the table and fetch me a toy. I want to play for a while.”
Adam rose with a grace she wouldn’t have normally associated with a man of his size. She loved watching him, the way the muscles of his naked back moved as he walked. The glow of his skin under the dim lights of the dungeon.
He stood in front of the table for several seconds. She’d memorized the contents, but wanted to see how he wanted things to go this evening. When he turned around and made his way back, she smiled. So that’s how they were going to do things.
Let the games begin.
Adam has a strap-on.
Adam has nipple clamps and a paddle.
Please Go Back and Make a Selection.
Pegging Adam
Go Back
A thin silicone dildo swung in the air, hanging from the leather harness, as Adam returned. He’d taken the time to also fall into his sub role, a look of anticipation mixed with reserve fixed on his face.
“Mistress, here is what you asked for.”
She took the harness with her finger, letting the weight of it pull. “This wasn’t all I wanted. Go back and get the nipple clamps. Now.”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“Wait.” There was something she’d always been curious about ever since she’d gotten to know him at work. A question she could now find the answer to. “Take your pants off. Fold them and set them against the wall.”
His fingers shook as he silently complied with her command. He was fit, clearly spending as much time at the gym as he did at the office. His abs were well defined, crowned by firm pecs. God, she hoped the rest of him would be as perfect.
As the cotton dress pants slid down his firm thighs, revealing the fact that he wore no underwear, Tegan’s attention was fixed on the one thing she wanted to know most.
“I see you’re quite thick.” She flicked the shaft of his cock with her finger. “Turn around so I can see everything.”
Adam held his now folded pants between his hands as he complied, showing a tight ass. Yup, he spent many hours getting a body this perfect. And he was now all hers to play with.
She leaned in and landed a solid spank to each of his ass cheeks. “I told you to put your clothing against the wall.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Well then, hurry up!”
He bent over at the waist, keeping his legs straight and his ass at eye level with her. So he was a tease, on top of being far too good-looking. Something else she’d have to correct as the night went on.
As soon as he was
finished and turned to face her, she got to her feet. “I’ve had enough of this. Come with me.”
She didn’t bother to wait and see if he was following, and made her way over to where one of the dungeon monitors stood.
“I would like a room, if there’s one available.” She held out the strap-on for the monitor to see. “Preferably one with a bed and some toys.”
The man’s gaze shifted from her to Adam, who now stood behind her left shoulder. “You’re in luck. There’s one free. Last one on the right.” He held up a key for her to take. “There’s a time limit of an hour. A red light will flash at a ten-minute warning and another when time is up.”
“An hour will be sufficient. Thank you.”
She could feel the excitement radiating off Adam as they walked down the hallway past the closed doors to their destination. Muffled sounds from the other rooms bled out from beneath the doors. Moans mingled with the slap of leather against skin, each one a fleeting look into the games that were going on.
The door to their room opened easily, revealing a plain double bed. There were several pillows set on the mattress, covering most of the bottom sheet. She marched into the room, taking note of everything and its position. The toy chest was along the side wall, a water cooler was tucked away in the corner, and there was a collection of restraints dangling from the sides of the bed.
“This will do.” She crossed her arms and kicked out her hip. “Get on the bed. Hands and knees.”
Adam, who’d been standing behind her, stepped up so his body pressed against hers. “Yes, Mistress.”
His skin was warm and his breath tickled the side of her throat. Not quite the compliant sub she was used to dealing with, and yet, she knew the challenge of making him fully submit to her would be well worth the trouble.
Plus, his cock had grown hard and was now pressed against her back. She wasn’t going to deny herself that pleasure if she could avoid it.
Turning, she met his gaze and cocked an eyebrow. “Now.”
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