by Sasha White
He smiled. “Thank you, Marie. I appreciate it.”
When he didn’t say anything else, and still didn’t invite her to sit, she smiled graciously and set down her empty glass. “That’s it for me tonight. I have an early shift in the morning. Have a good night, Sir.”
“Be safe, Marie.”
He watched her leave and wondered again at the complexities that made a person who they were. Marie, a strong, forceful, and independent officer on the city police force, who thrived on being sexually used and occasionally punished.
It almost seemed that the stronger the bottom was in their vanilla life, the deeper their submissiveness ran when it came to their sexual self. He glanced up, saw Simone heading his way, and relaxed, thinking Marie must’ve met with her earlier.
19
Lara was surprised when Jan took her hand and led her through the club. Neither of them spoke, and Lara’s confusion grew. Sure, she’d told Karl she’d try anything once, but where in her fantasy emails did it mention another woman? She should’ve known. Men always wanted more than one woman. He never had answered her question about how many subs he had.
“So… Karl said you’ve known each other a few years?” she asked the blond pixie in fishnet.
“Yes, I met him here, and we played together several times before I was ever invited to his home.” Jan met Lara’s gaze steadily. “And even then, it’s always been only scene-play with us. Master Karl is a good Dom, one of my favorites, but he’s always made it clear this is all there was for us.”
“This?”
“Sexual play. If he ever decides it’s time to stop playing with me, I’ll welcome him as a friend.”
Lara digested what she’d heard as Jan led her down a short hallway.
“The dungeon rents private rooms for play, as Master Karl has already stated, but this is the Shared Room for when those rooms are booked, or for those who like to have an audience.”
“Wow!” Lara forgot all about the fact that Karl had invited another woman to be part of their play that night when they entered the Shared Room.
A well-dressed male and female stood in the middle of the circular room, watching the action in each separate cubical that surrounded them. The male nodded to Jan as she led Lara slowly around the room.
“There is always at least two staff members in the room to monitor play, and make sure everything that is happening is consensual, and nobody is pushed beyond what they can handle.” Jan spoke softly. “While furniture, towels, and cleansing wipes are provided by the club, the members have to bring their own toys. Master Karl has a few favorites he keeps in a locker here, and you’ll find he’s a man with a wickedly creative imagination.”
“I like imagination.” Lara grinned and tore her gaze away from the cubicle in front of her where a shirtless man had a naked woman blindfolded, bent over a padded bench, and tied down. Even from where she stood, Lara could see the dildo in the woman’s ass, and see her excitement leaking down her thighs as her butt clenched and released against the vibrator.
The raw scent of sex permeated the room, and Lara took a deep breath, letting it soak into her system. Her blood felt thick, her limbs heavy as she turned and watched a woman in four-inch heels flick a riding crop against her male bottom’s nipples. He was strapped to a big X-cross, naked except for a spiked harness that circled his testicles, spikes turned inward. “Ouch,” Lara murmured.
Jan followed her gaze. “Am I right in assuming you’re new to all of this?”
She really didn’t want to admit that she was feeling just a bit overwhelmed to this beautiful woman—a woman who already knew Karl more intimately than she did—but Karl had said honesty and communication were key, and all the websites and information she’d read reinforced that.
So she straightened her spine and met Jan’s gaze. “Yes, I’m completely new to all of this.”
A delighted grin spread across Jan’s pixie face and she started pulling Lara from the room. “Then you’ve seen enough of this, let’s find a corner and talk.”
After a quick stop at the bar, where Lara grabbed a juice and Jan a bottle of water, they parked themselves at a small table on the opposite wall from the row of booths where Karl was still sitting. Lara was happy to see he was by himself, just lounging there looking both arrogant and yummy.
“Hey, Lara, wipe the drool from your chin, and pay attention. We only have another twenty minutes or so before we need to get back. Tell me how you met Master Karl, and how you got him to agree to train you.”
She was so open, that Lara couldn’t stop herself. She opened her mouth, and the story of her first meeting with Karl spilled out. Then the story of their second meeting.
“Oh my God!” Jan’s jaw dropped. “You sucked his cock in an alley, and then walked away from him? Are you crazy!”
Lara laughed, “Yeah, I think I’m crazy to have agreed to this. Come on, Jan. We’ve known each other what? Forty-five minutes? You going to tell me you think I’m good submissive material?”
“Why do you think you’re not?” she countered.
“Because I’m not too interested in the pain and humiliation stuff.” She covered her sudden insecurity with a shrug and a wink. “But the being tied up and touched all over seems like it could be fun.”
“Why do you think that appeals to you?”
“Because it’s all about me, baby. I’m no virgin, but I’ve never met a man who could put a woman first like that. To touch them, tease them play with them. Make them come until they begged you to stop? Oh yeah, that appeals to me big time.”
“You know, not all of us are submissive in our everyday vanilla life, either. If you’re not truly interested in exploring this side of yourself, why are you here?”
She shrugged. “I told Karl I’d try anything once. He took me up on it.”
Jan eyed her. “There’s more to it than that. But that’s okay, you don’t need to tell me everything. Master Karl knows what he’s doing, and I trust him. Do you?”
Did she? Karl seemed like a pretty decent guy, she sure didn’t think he was going to hurt her. That was trust, right? “I trust him.”
“Okay then, let’s go. We need to get back to him. I’m not looking for any punishment tonight. Speaking of which, I need to conclude your tour.” Lara followed as Jan stood, talking a mile a minute as she led the way back to Karl, pointing out things as they went. “That’s the stage. Occasionally, the Dungeon has theme nights or workshops on anything from spanking to edge play. There are ladies’ rooms, there and there, the second one also being a locker room with locks for storing toys or a change of clothes, and showers. The main bar is there, and a small one over there, and that doorway leads to the upstairs, where the private rooms are.”
They were less than ten feet away from Karl’s booth when Jan finally ran down and Lara bit back a smile. The tour was complete, and she was eager to see what was next.
20
When they got upstairs, there was another well-dressed bouncer at the top, blocking the hallway to the private rooms.
“Are you over eighteen?” The bouncer asked Lara.
Surprised, grinned. “Oh yeah. Thanks for asking though, babe.”
His lips twitched. “And you know what happens in these rooms?”
Huh? Lara turned to look at Karl, who stood behind her and Jan on the stairs. He just met her gaze with a small smile and a slow lazy wink that raised her temperature. She turned back to the bouncer. “Yes, I know what the private rooms are for.”
“And you’re entering them willingly?”
“And I’m entering willingly. Eagerly even.” She grinned.
He stepped back and let her pass, and Jan and Karl followed her without being questioned. Karl led the way down the hall, past two other doors before stopping and unlocking one. He sent her and Jan in, and Lara was surprised to see it didn’t look like, well, like a dungeon. Instead, it looked like a bedroom. A very lush and decadent bedroom, but still a bedroom.
De
ep burgundy walls, hardwood floors with several plush area rugs here and there, and dark hardwood furniture. A bench seat, a club chair, and the extremely large bed set against the back wall. The bed definitely dominated the room.
Lara was so engrossed in searching for an X-cross or some sort of bondage equipment that she almost missed the security cameras in each ceiling corner.
“Disappointed?”
“Not at all. Just surprised.” She turned to see a small smirk on Karl’s face and shook her head. “What was that at the top of the stairs?”
“The Dungeon is a private members club. Members have all signed waivers on file, but guests like you don’t. It’s just a legal precaution.”
Karl walked over to the bed and set down the small satchel he’d brought in with him. Lara saw that Jan followed him, head up, eyes, down, always just a step behind him, and she felt a twinge of possessiveness.
When he turned from the bed and ordered Jan to strip and stand at readiness, Lara was quick to step up beside her. “Lara, sugar, you sit your butt on the edge of this bed, and wait your turn.”
Lara watched as Karl unzipped the satchel, and started to remove various toys and things. She recognized things like nylon rope, a dildo, a couple of butt plugs, wooden clothes pins, and a flogger. Her skin tightened and her pulse raced. She shifted on the bed, hyper aware of the shift of the energy in the room.
“Sit still, Lara,” Karl commanded.
She lifted her eyes to his face and saw him watching her. “Yes, Sir,” she murmured.
When he turned to Jan, Lara’s gazed followed, and she swallowed hard.
Not three feet away, Jan stood completely naked, feet spread two feet apart and hands laced together the back of her head. Her nipples were hard and flushed red against her fair skin and as Lara’s gaze skimmed over her, she bit back a gasp at the piercing visible between Jan’s swollen pussy lips.
Karl walked over to Jan, a length of white rope in one hand. He ran the other hand over her rib cage, down to her hip. When he repeated the same move with the ends of the rope, a visible shudder went through Jan.
Karl started murmuring to Jan. Lara couldn’t hear the words over the soft music coming from the corner speakers, but his tone was soft yet commanding. He wrapped the rope around Jan’s ribcage, just under her breasts, then tied a knot between her breasts, and then wrapped it around her again. This time over her breasts. Then over her shoulders, and down between her legs, and through them and up the center of her torso to be tied off again.
Envy shot through Lara at the sight of the rope spreading Jan’s pussy lips open. It was crude, but oh so beautiful, at the same time. Lara’s own sex tingled and she pressed her thighs together, flexing her inner muscles.
She flexed again and pleasure started to build low in her belly. Her eyes slid shut and she concentrated on her inner muscles, her juices flowing and orgasm building.
“Lara!”
She started, her eyes snapping open to see Karl frowning at her. “Stop it.”
What? How did he know what she was doing?
She saw his frown deepen and she sat up straighter, and smiled at him. “Sorry.” It didn’t matter how he knew—he knew, and that was enough.
He walked toward the bed and her heart started to pound, only to stutter to a stop when he just picked up another length of rope and went back to Jan.
Why was she even there? Karl had asked her if she wanted to take part and she’d said yes, but here she was sitting on the bed while he tied some other woman up. Not that she wanted to be tied up herself, but…well…maybe she would. Jan’s body was flushed and her eyes closed, the expression on her face one of serene pleasure as Karl wrapped the rope around her wrists.
Being tied up didn’t look so bad.
Karl raised her bound wrists and did some more tying. At a murmured command from him, Lara saw her try to pull her hands back in front, but she couldn’t. Jan’s feet were still flat on the floor, legs spread, but with her arms like that, her torso was stretched out and completely open.
Lara could certainly see the appeal of the position. And she tried not to notice the jealousy that started to creep into her system when Karl began to circle Jan, his hands skimming over her breasts, tweaking and pinching nipples, and smacking her on the ass.
“You have a lovely ass, Jan, but it looks so much better when it’s all flushed and pink.” Karl lifted his hand and smacked her again.
“Yes, Master.”
Lara’s pussy clenched and she tore her eyes from Karl’s hands to watch Jan’s face. Her eyes were closed and her mouth open as she breathed out with each fall of Karl’s hand.
After a few smacks, Karl stepped up behind Jan, his gaze meeting Lara’s over Jan’s shoulder as he reached around her, cupped her breasts, and pulled roughly at her nipples. “Open your eyes, Jan, and see how Lara’s watching you. See the hunger in her eyes? Lara likes to have her nipples played with just like this, too.”
Mesmerized by the sight of Karl’s hands on the other woman, the music from the club faded, the furnishings of the room faded and she focused completely on the couple in front of her. She licked her lips and shifted in her seat, crossing her legs and flexing her inner sex muscles as she watched his strong fingers work those big red nipples.
“No,” Karl spoke loudly. “Lara, uncross your legs, sugar. Spread your knees apart and lift you dress so I can see how juicy you’re getting.”
Lara lifted the hem of her dress and spread her legs. Cool air floated over her hot sex and a shiver ripped through her.
She watched as he tugged Jan’s nipples out until Jan gasped and arched forward. “Oh yes, I like to hear those little sounds you make,” he purred. “Do you want more, sweetie?”
“I want more,” Lara said eagerly.
“I’m glad to hear that, sugar.” Karl’s voice was pure seduction as he met her gaze over Jan’s shoulder. His hands not moving on Jan’s body. “Jan, I’m not going to ask you again.”
“Yes, Master,” Jan gasped. “Please. I want more. I want whatever you’ll give me.”
“Take off your dress, Lara, and stand in front of Jan.”
Lara wasted no time. Her expensive silk dress hit the floor and she reached for the zipper of her boot only to stop at Karl’s command. “Leave the boots on. I like them.”
Eager to have Karl’s hands on her once again she stood in front of Jan. “Mirror image, Lara,” Karl said. “Whatever my hands do to Jan, I want to see your hands doing to you.”
Impatience flared and Lara opened her mouth, only to snap it shut when she saw Karl’s blond brow lift expectantly. He was expecting her to fight him.
Determined to prove she could do this, she brought her hands up and cupped her breasts. He pinched Jan’s nipples, Lara pinched her own. He tugged at Jan’s, and Lara pulled at her rigid nubs until she couldn’t bite back a small moan at the arrows of pleasure that were shooting from her nipples to her sex, hitting every nerve in between.
“That’s a good girl,” Karl encouraged as one of his hands left a breast and traveled over Jan’s belly to spread her pussy lips open crudely.
Keeping her gaze locked on Karl’s, Lara skimmed a hand over her belly, over her smoothly shaved pussy, and spread her slick lips with two fingers. A whimper escaped when his other hand followed and she saw him flick the silver hoop that pierced the hood of Jan’s clit.
She kept her eyes on his finger as she kept her pussy lips spread, and started to rub her own hot button. It was hard and covered in juice and Lara’s insides immediately started to tremble. She started to pant as she watched Karl work Jan’s clit, he didn’t sip a finger in, or deviate, all the attention was on the nerve center and both girls were panting, their breathy moans and sighs filling the room to the point that Lara almost didn’t hear Karl’s voice.
“Lara, stop.”
“What?” Her eyes snapped up to his, her chest heaving her finger poised on top of her throbbing clit.
“Remove your hands fro
m your body now.”
Not even trying to stifle her whimper, Lara’s hands automatically followed his command and dropped to her side, clenched into fists. “But why?”
“Because it pleases me.” He kept his eyes on her as he turned his head and spoke into Jan’s ear. “Come for me, sweetie.”
Jan’s eyes rolled back in her head and her mouth opened in a keening cry as her body trembled and her scent permeated the air between them.
Lara’s body screamed in protest and her anger swelled. She wanted his hands on her. She wanted to come. Why didn’t he let her come? She’d done everything he’d said!
“Good girl, Jan.” He pressed a soft kiss to her cheek and urged her toward the bed. “Sit down on the bed for a minute, sweetie.”
When he turned to Lara she faced him silently. She was scared if she opened her mouth she’d say something really bad and he’d make her to leave. His hands circled her waist and he pulled her close enough to press his forehead against hers.
“I want you to think back to the other night when I was playing with you.” Karl met her gaze as he spoke, his eyes like pools of liquid chocolate. “Remember when I told you not to come until I said it was okay?”
Oh, yeah.
“I said I was sorry,” she whispered.
“And what did I say?”
“That you would punish me for not listening later.”
“That was a very small punishment, Lara.” His hands slid to her ass and he pulled her hips flush against his. His hard-on pressed against her belly and her sex clenched hungrily. “You need to always do as I say, trust that I will give you what you need. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He kissed her then, his lips covering hers and his tongue swooping in to conquer hers before he pulled back and nipped her bottom lip. Then with a sharp slap on the ass he told her to get on the bed with Jan.