by Cassie Ryan
His inner Dom burned to be the one to train Sandra as a sub…his sub. Not only to show her what pleased him, and find out what pleased her, but to introduce her to the idea and practice of true power exchange—which was the beauty of such relationships.
“Could we try it?”
Her softly spoken question sent a spiral of searing heat through Brent’s body, finally settling in his cock. He had to forcefully remind himself that she hadn’t heard his thoughts so couldn’t be referring to letting him introduce her to being his sub. “What would you like to try?” He wanted to make very sure he didn’t misunderstand what she was asking for.
She nodded down at the scene playing out in front of them. “The violet wand. Could we try it so I can see what it’s like? I feel safe with you, Master Brent. Like I can try out new things without being scared you’ll push me too far.”
Her last few words wobbled, and it cut him to the heart to know that some son of a bitch had mistreated her. The urge to protect her shoved aside the knowledge that he shouldn’t be doing this right now before she’d set her limits, signed her membership agreement, met all the Doms, and willingly chosen one or more to play with.
She just specifically asked to play with you, his traitorous body reminded him.
So despite his better judgment he found himself nodding. “I do have one up here if you’d like to try it.”
She cast one more glance at the man below, who was now being slowly lowered to the ground by his Domme and lovingly caressed and kissed.
“Wow. I’ve never seen that outside of aftercare.”
She turned to watch him with interest sparking in her expressive gray eyes, and he had to clench his fists to keep from reaching for her.
“Most Doms and subs have quite a close, caring relationship. Play is intended to be pleasurable for both parties. That’s the point.”
She nodded but still looked as if she didn’t quite believe him. Silence fell between them for a long moment until she tipped her head to the side and pinned him with a suddenly strong gaze. “Well?”
Confused, he frowned as he tried to puzzle out what she was asking. “Well, what, my dear?” He wasn’t sure where the endearment had come from, but it felt right, and when she didn’t react, he relaxed.
“Are we going to try out the violet wand?”
Brent laughed. This new Sandra continued to surprise him, and he loved it. His previous reservations melted away, and he rose to go to the large drawer where he kept toys and supplies in case he needed them.
He had to dig to the bottom of the drawer since he didn’t use the violet wand often, but he finally found it. He set the case holding the attachments and other accessories aside and brought the wand to Sandra so she could examine it. As she did, he made sure he knew where anything metal or conductive was and glanced at Sandra’s clothes as well.
“It doesn’t look like much.” She grasped the nine-inch wand and stroked it like she would a hard cock, and Brent’s balls tightened as he vividly imagined her stroking him that way.
He took the power cord and snaked it over to the sidewall where the outlet was before returning to the sectional to sit beside Sandra. Before he could show her how to use the wand, she had it turned on and was testing the sensations against her palm, the spark jumping from the electrode to her skin.
After a few long moments she moaned softly. “I can see how this might feel good on more sensitive body parts once you get used to it.”
“Lift your shirt and try it on your stomach, unless you want to try your inner thighs. I know lots of subs enjoy that on the lower settings, although there are a few who enjoy the highest settings as well.” A vivid memory of intense, lush tingles flowed along his inner thighs and he shivered, anticipation of introducing Sandra to some new pleasure burning inside him.
“It’s very much up to personal preference. But I find if you give it a few minutes to let your body get used to it, most of the settings can become quite pleasurable.”
She started to lift her shirt and then handed the wand to him.
Arousal stabbed deep into his pelvis and he sucked in a breath.
“I’d like you to show me, if you don’t mind.” Her voice was soft but husky with desire, her eyes clear, her gaze steady and sure.
Brent hesitated, all the reasons why he shouldn’t do this yet playing out inside his mind.
A sudden look of impatience crossed her features and she pursed her lips before speaking. “I know we haven’t discussed limits yet, but to be quite honest, I don’t know a lot of mine, except hard pain, and I’m very shy of being hit or slapped, especially on the face or neck.” She looked embarrassed at the admission, but she raised her chin and met his gaze squarely. “I’ve given you permission, and I’ll ‘yellow’ or ‘red’ if I need to, so unless you don’t want to, and you’d rather I go down to the dungeon floor to find someone else to—”
He cut her off by laying one finger over her lips.
The thought of her playing with any of the other Doms tied him into hard knots of jealousy and possessiveness.
“Fair enough,” he finally conceded, happy his voice came out sounding calm and cool. “I’ll be happy to show you as much or as little as you want. It can be used on most patches of bare skin, usually avoiding areas that are much too sensitive to that type of stimulation.” He turned to face her.
“Why don’t you pull up your top to bare your stomach, lean back, and get comfortable?”
Instead, Sandra leaned forward, pulled her top off, and tossed it on the floor at her feet.
Brent had to shift in his seat to find a more comfortable position for his suddenly harder cock. He forced himself to breathe normally as he raked his gaze over her full breasts, the gauzy thin cups of the bra she wore showing wide pinkish areolas and hard nipples.
With effort he lowered his gaze to her smooth, white stomach, where he would start showing her the effects of the wand.
“Master Brent?”
He snapped his gaze to hers, feeling for a moment like that long-ago high school boy who had been caught staring at the most popular girl in school. “Yes?”
“When you look at me like that you seem so familiar.” Her expression seemed wistful, as if she were trying to solve a puzzle. “So I’m sorry if you catch me looking at you a bit too long sometimes. It just feels like I’ve known you forever. But you’re definitely not someone I would forget if we’d met before.”
Brent’s throat worked as he swallowed the sudden lump there. “I feel very comfortable with you as well, Sandra.” He mentally kicked himself for not having told her who he was outright. It just wasn’t the right time to tell her. Even if it was for the partially selfish reason that stretched before him. He cleared his throat and gently pressed her back against the sectional before taking both her wrists in one hand and pulling them over her head. He wished he could use restraints on her, but it was too soon.
“You’ll be better able to absorb the sensations if you’re less tempted to touch the area.”
She nodded, trust shining in her eyes as she relaxed her arms back onto the top of the sectional just behind her head.
“All right. Close your eyes and relax. I’ll start it on the lowest setting and let you get used to it.”
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Sandra stretched out her legs, letting herself relax boneless against the very comfortable sectional. Master Brent’s presence beside her burned over her skin, and she couldn’t see the wand being any more erotic than that.
But when the first tingling rush hit the sensitive skin of her stomach she flinched, and a noise like a small squeak escaped. She glanced down, fascinated as the spark of energy jumped from the tip of the electrode onto her stomach, then sped out over her skin and down along her nerves.
“Relax and breathe. Allow your body to get used to it. I’ll give you a minute to collect yourself.”
His words were a strong command. The command of a Dom. She smiled as she obeyed and forced her body to relax as she
blew out a long breath. When the sensation came again she still flinched, but found after a few seconds that she was able to keep her muscles from jerking and tightening and concentrate on what it felt like before it stopped again, abruptly.
The sensation was almost a lush tingling, and it ran along her nerves to pool in every erogenous zone in her body. After several more zaps, she wanted to come so bad she could scream.
But Master Brent’s voice told her to relax and wait for the next higher intensity, so she did just that.
When the next jolt hit her, she squeaked as she flinched away. Again, it wasn’t painful, only a more intense feeling than the previous level had been.
Her breath was coming in harsh pants, and for some reason the air suddenly smelled like a thunderstorm was brewing. It reminded her of the ozone smell that always lingered after such intense storms.
She breathed deep and tried to adjust to the sensations, but her entire body felt hot and achy. Each zap of the wand sent zings radiating out over her, which left her feeling oversensitized. One more zap and her nerves began to feel raw and brittle.
“Red,” she whispered, and Master Brent immediately turned off the wand and set it aside. He ran a hand over her sweaty face, brushing back the hair that had fallen into her eyes when she jerked and flinched during some of the zaps.
“Sandra.”
She couldn’t find the will to even open her eyes, let alone answer him.
“Sandra,” came his strong voice again, this time laced with Dom command. “Look at me.”
She forced herself to open her heavy eyelids and then concentrated on making her throat work.
He loomed over her, concern clear in his expression. “Are you all right? Did you wait too long to red?”
She shook her head and forced herself to speak. “No, sir. I’m fine. Just feeling a bit oversensitized. I need a few minutes to let my body calm down, that’s all.”
He looked stern for a long moment but then his expression gentled, making her think he wanted to reach out and gather her into his arms. But then he nodded and shifted away, to give her some space and, she assumed, a minimum of tactile input while she recovered.
Sandra realized she’d truly enjoyed the few peeks she’d seen of Master Brent’s Dom side. She didn’t feel controlled or manipulated; she felt cared for and safe. Free of the decisions and pressure that came with giving herself pleasure. It sounded absurd, but she couldn’t discount the sensation.
“Thank you,” she said when her body had calmed a bit. She still wanted to come and wouldn’t mind being fucked senseless, but the violet wand would be on her list only with someone she trusted, and for very controlled play on the lowest settings.
“You’re all right?” He handed her the shirt that she’d tossed on the floor and she nodded as she slipped it on. She sat up straighter, leaning against his shoulder and enjoying his warmth.
She had hoped he’d put his arm around her, but instead he took her hand in his and threaded their fingers together.
Sandra sighed and tilted her neck from side to side, working out some tenseness that had gathered during the session with the wand. But then she returned her gaze to the dungeon floor below them.
To the right of the Domme using the violet wand was another couple. She gestured toward them. “I watched them together earlier up in the waiting area.”
Brent followed her gaze and nodded. “They are both regulars, although they only play on the weekends. They always start up on the main dungeon level with relatively low-level play and then come down to Dungeon 2 to increase the spice a bit, depending on the night and their moods.” He swept his glance back over the couple before returning his gaze to Sandra. “They’ve been living the lifestyle in and out of the dungeon as a couple for a few years now and seem happier than a lot of the vanilla couples I know.
“Would you like to watch more, or switch gears and go take care of the administrative details?”
Sandra glanced at the scene and noted that the woman was currently strapped to a bondage bed. She lay on her back, a spreader bar between her ankles. A rope snaked down from the ceiling to lift the bar, which pulled up her knees and bared and opened her, leaving her in a wide-open position for her Dom to easily play with her pussy or her ass.
Her arms were stretched over her head, another spreader bar affixed to the headboard. Her wrists were tied to the bar, her fingers wrapped around it tightly. Her nipples were hard points, easily seen even from up here, and the stripes of red across her torso and breasts showed remnants of the play they’d enjoyed on the main dungeon floor.
Sandra knew she still hadn’t answered Master Brent, but she wanted to see what happened next. Since he didn’t push for an answer, she squeezed his hand where their fingers were still twined and leaned forward a little for the best possible view. Although if she watched too much she was going to end up pulling up her skirt and rubbing her clit right here. Her body had been in a constant state of arousal since stepping inside this place, and it only kept ratcheting higher.
When the Dom crawled onto the foot of the bed to lie on his stomach between the woman’s thighs, he buried his face against her folds, and Sandra nearly moaned. Master Brent’s quick intake of breath caught her attention more than the erotic image in front of her. Apparently he truly did like to watch as much as she did.
She glanced toward him to see a hungry, almost ravenous, expression on his face. A quick look showed her the hard outline of his cock behind the fly of his slacks.
She had a strong urge to lean forward and stroke him and watch his reaction. Would he let her unzip his slacks and pull out his cock? Would he let her rub her thumb over the tip to spread the moisture she was sure she’d find there? Would he let her take him in her mouth? The vortex of need inside her pelvis tightened impossibly at the thought of what Master Brent might taste like.
To her relief, Master Brent’s hand closed over hers, drawing her attention back to the scene below before she did something totally embarrassing. He squeezed her fingers lightly, sending her a wolfish-looking smile before she turned back to the scene unfolding below them.
The Dom’s face was still buried between his sub’s thighs, his actions making the woman squirm and arch off the bed. He tipped her to her side and swatted her ass hard before settling her on her back again and resuming his actions.
Sandra squirmed against the sectional as her entire body screamed for action instead of watching from the sidelines. She needed to do something besides watch right now, and Master Brent was obviously keeping some type of distance, so she didn’t want to push.
“I think I’m ready for those administrative details now.” Her voice came out sounding thin and thready, and Master Brent’s deep breathing was the only sound between them for a long moment.
“Absolutely.” His deep blue gaze captured hers and held her while sending fissions of arousal shooting through her. “You can come back to this level and watch at any time. Let’s get you set up.”
He rose smoothly and helped her to her feet before guiding her to the door and around the curving hallway toward the elevators.
Chapter 6
As they walked into the elevator, Sandra was overwhelmed by Master Brent’s strong presence so near her needy body. His heat and unique scent surrounded her, and all her instincts screamed for his hands to be on her, caressing her and making her come.
As soon as the elevator doors whooshed closed behind them, sealing them inside, he leaned in and brushed a simple, lingering kiss over her lips.
Her lips tingled from that one small contact. He stepped back and his heat left her, the loss raging through her, as she belatedly wished she would have had time to react. She turned toward him, tipping her face up and offering her lips in case he thought she might not have liked the fact that he’d kissed her.
“I apologize, Sandra, for taking liberties before having permission. But you seemed to need it.” He took a deep breath as if he were about to say more, and intentionally cut
himself short. “No one here will do anything without your prior consent and approval. Soft limits, hard limits, and safe words are fully respected at Club Desire. And no one will touch you or force their attentions on you in any way. Any touch or interaction will involve them having your permission first. So, again, I apologize.”
Master Mason’s note had apparently contained quite a bit more than she’d imagined. But right now, her senses were still buzzing from Master Brent’s chaste kiss, and remnants of their play with the violet wand in his alcove. How would she react to a much more lingering kiss, or even a full scene with Master Brent?
“Don’t apologize. You’re right. I did need it, and I appreciate your reassurances. I feel safe here already.” She stopped as she realized that she really did. Without even meeting all of the other Doms or seeing the entire club, there was something about the energy of this place that radiated safety and welcome. No wonder it was such an exclusive club.
“I’m glad.” He stared at her lips for a long moment, making her wish he would come closer and kiss her again.
She watched him carefully and knew a smile curved her lips as she said, “Oh, and Master Brent…”
One dark brow rose in question.
“You have my permission to kiss me anytime you’d like.”
The rustle of cloth was the only warning she had before she was pulled firmly against his hard body, his rough kiss sending torrents of excitement and need through her.
Sandra wanted to wrap her legs around his waist and demand he fuck her, right here in the elevator, but since he was taller than she, all she could manage was to bury her fingers into the softness of his shirt and writhe against him as the erotic sensations, and the danger of the elevator doors opening at any moment, nearly sent her over the edge.
Master Brent started to pull away and she grabbed his shirt tighter, yanking him back. “Yes, please. I’ll ‘yellow’ or ‘red’ if I need to,” she gasped around their heated kiss, giving him permission to do as he liked with her.
Her words seemed to spark something inside him and his arms came around her, bracketing her against him roughly, but only enough to be exciting, not threatening. His large hands cupped her ass and he lifted until she could wrap her legs around his waist and her mound bumped against his very hard cock.