“I thought spanking and flogging were supposed to be fun?”
“They are. But increase the severity and…”
“I get the picture.” My lips press together, I don’t know that I want to agree with this part.
He sighs, “Nessa; some subs act like brats to provoke their Doms into punishing them because they enjoy it. But I doubt you’ll do that. At least, not at first. And the whole thing fits into my duty to keep you safe. I never want you to put yourself in a dangerous situation; this clause will remind you there are penalties for doing that.”
Put that way; it doesn’t seem too bad. And I can’t see me provoking him; I’m someone who obeys rules and doesn’t knowingly flout them. And I’m so new to this; I’ll be looking for his guidance at all times.
“Okay.” My voice is a bit shaky as I agree. “And this bit?”
Now he chuckles, “Yeah, I amended that. The standard contract says the sub will keep herself bare for her Dom, but I like your ginger pubes. I just changed it, so you’ll keep yourself tidy.”
“What about you? Can I specify how I want you groomed?” It seems a bit one-sided.
“I’m the Dom, babe.” He smirks as he reinforces his role then he grows serious again, “This contract just sets out expectations on both our parts. The things that people who go into a vanilla relationship don’t talk about. It’s not legally binding, and you can walk away at any time. But once you sign it, I’ll take it as your agreement that your body will be mine. Mine to do with what I want, mine to pleasure or punish as I see fit.”
Those words make me squirm. I’ve already seen just how much pleasure he can give me when I let him take charge. I’ll ignore the punishment clause for now, I can’t see myself doing anything he’d want to chastise me for. “And it’s just for the club?” I press for the confirmation, not wanting his control to spread into our working lives.
“Yes. Unless we both want to play elsewhere.”
I consider it, remembering the expectations with which I’d entered relationships in the past, and how disappointed I’d been when those hadn’t panned out. And the thought that I would be giving myself over into his care makes my clit tingle.
He’s quiet, giving me time to process. Then, after a few moments, he speaks again, “If you don’t want to agree to this now, that’s fine too, Nessa. When we’re back from Amahad, we’ll go to the club, and you can get a better feel for what’s going on and how everything works before jumping in with both two feet.”
Suddenly I make a decision, “No, I’m in, Sean. I’ll sign the contract now.”
His arms come around me, and he pulls me to him, placing a kiss on the top of my head, “Always knew you were a brave woman, Nessa.” His lips nuzzle my hair, “And I can’t wait to start playing properly with you.”
Hell, he’s turning me on!
“Right, okay. Now that’s sorted.” He takes the laptop from me and closes the lid.
I suppose he has to get back to Mollie, but hell, I wish he didn’t have to leave me in this state. I’ll have to get out my vibrator once he’s gone. For an unknown reason, a fantasy comes into my head where he’s spanking me for some infraction I’d committed. I squirm.
Chapter 24
Sean
She’s been taunting me with her too tight tee since I got here, and those shorts she’s wearing show her toned legs go on for miles. And fuck, add to that the subject matter of our conversation and I’m sporting an erection as hard as granite.
It’s not difficult to appreciate how aroused Nessa’s become. My nostrils flare as I inhale her scent of arousal, and I know if I could touch her, she’d be dripping for me. And that bodes well when I eventually get her into the club. But God knows when that will be, we’ve got to sort out the Amahadian issues first and the situation with Danielle. It’s a possibility we’ll need to extend the month before we even start.
Casting a glance toward the woman in question I can already read her like a book. The disappointment shining out from her face lets me know she expects me to leave her now and go. But I’m not going to do that. We might have just agreed that our official Dom/sub relationship will be restricted to the club, but that doesn’t mean I can’t give us both some relief right now.
Standing, I hold out my hand. She takes it and then steps toward the door. I give a little pull, and she falls back into my arms with a little gasp. Unashamedly I pull her in tight, so she’s left in little doubt about my desire for her. And in case she is, I rub my throbbing erection against her soft belly.
“I thought we had to wait until we were at the club,” her breathy voice tells me she doesn’t want to, and neither do I.
“Other places by mutual agreement,” I remind her. Her sigh shows me she’s not going to argue about that.
Lowering my head, I let my lips continue the conversation, my mouth brushing over hers in a light caress. She opens for me, and as I move my hand to the back of her head, I hold her in place as my tongue dances with hers, keeping it gentle. Breathing in through my nose, her unique perfume only fuels my arousal. She moans into my mouth, and I groan in response. Without breaking away, I put my hands on the bottom of her tee and start easing it up. When it reaches her chin, I have to end the kiss. She makes no objection as I slide it over her head and discard her upper clothing.
Inhaling sharply, my eyes settle on her fire engine red bra, a colour that could have been designed to taunt me. I put both my hands on her scarlet covered orbs, and trace the lace with my fingertips. “Are you wearing a matching set?” Fuck, I hope she is. The colour should clash with her hair and skin, but instead, it enhances it. Even the thought’s driving me mad.
“Yes,” she pants out.
I don’t want to remove her bra, but need to see, to touch her. I pull down the cups, and her breasts spill out over the top, her nipples already erect as though seeking my attention. Not wanting to disappoint I bend slightly and close my lips over one, while toying my fingers on the other. Her breaths are shallow now, a red flush spreading down from her face until it covers her whole body. I love the way she’s so responsive to me and how her skin betrays her arousal.
She’s finding it hard to keep still, and I’ve having difficulty keeping myself from grinding against her, knowing if I do I might end this before we get a chance to get down to the real business. Shit, keep control of yourself, man. But the very fact I’m here, doing this and not abiding by our agreement to keep it in the dungeon shows my lack of control goes bone deep.
Wanting to see the rest of her underwear I undo the button of her shorts, and then the zip. Loosened they fall away revealing a frilly thong which perfectly matches her bra, the material insufficient to prevent her pubes from poking out. Stepping back I take a second to admire her. She’s bloody gorgeous, and I can’t wait to get my mouth on her.
Placing my hands on her shoulders, I nudge her gently in the direction of the couch and then apply a little more pressure when the back of her knees touches the seat cushion, so she’s forced to sit down. Grabbing hold of the neckband of my shirt I dispense with it quickly and open the top two buttons on my jeans to give my cock some much-needed space. Then I drop to my knees in front of her.
“These expensive?” I tug on the waistband of her thong.
“They weren’t cheap,” she replies with a little giggle.
“Lift up then.” She lifts her bum enabling me to remove the scanty article of clothing that’s blocking me from my target. I bring it to my nostrils and inhale deeply, being throwing it aside. Her eyes flare at the sight and then darken as I place a kiss on her mound.
Watching her carefully, I push her back and keep one hand on her stomach as I lower my mouth and circle my tongue around her clit. She jumps as I blow a breath on her sensitive nub, but my hand keeps her still and under my control. Touching my fingers to her slit, I collect the copious moisture there and slide them back, circling her puckered hole. My lips curl into a smile, as I remember the limits and what hadn’t been excluded
. Gently I press a finger inside, feeling the resistance from that band of muscles.
My eyes, still fixed on hers, take note of every slight movement, and as her muscles begin to tighten in an automatic effort to keep me out, I instruct her, my voice rumbling against that sensitive bundle of nerves, “Bear down, let me in.”
She scrunches up her face with concentration as she attempts to obey me, and I have a finger inside. I add another, and slowly start pumping my fingers in and out while sucking and nibbling on her clit.
“Oh!” Her mouth drops open in surprise at the sensation, and again I smile. Sometime, we’re going to have some fun with this.
My dual assault combined with her already high level of arousal pushes her quickly to the edge and I decide to let her reach her peak, torturing her isn’t my main aim today. “Come for me.”
She shatters with a scream, and I continue to drive my fingers into her arse, extending her orgasm and forcing another from her as I bite down on her clit.
“Sean!” She screams out my name and tries to rise from the seat; my arm anchors her down.
This time I take mercy on her, and with a last soft caress lift myself away from her body. Her eyes are closed, her head thrown back, and her chest rises and falls quickly. Her breasts, still overflowing from her bra, look like plump cushions that I long to get my cock between. But that will have to wait for another day.
After a short while, her eyes open and meet mine, and her lips curl. As I rise on my knees, my jeans slip over my hips, and my cock bounces up eagerly, knocking against the hard muscles of my stomach. A drop of pre-cum leaks from the tip. Eyeing it, she licks her lips.
I take it as an invitation, and draw myself onto my feet, feeling the twinge in my leg reminding me kneeling on it so long wasn’t perhaps one of my greatest ideas. But the throbbing in my loins overrides the residual pain which recedes to take a back seat for now. Leaning over her, my cock bobs just in front of her mouth.
Again, her tongue flicks out, but she makes no move toward me, and her eyes meet mine, widening in anxiety and it hits me she might never have done this before. Placing my hand behind her head, I draw her toward me. The head of my dick touches her lips, and I smear the pre-cum over them, analysing her every reaction. I don’t want to force her to do something she doesn’t want or isn’t ready for, but my cock’s crying out to get inside that damp, warm haven. It might be wishful thinking, but I interpret her hesitation as fear of doing something wrong, rather than distaste. If I’m wrong, I’ll pull away.
That’s it, her mouth opens, and I push an inch inside. Now her tongue’s swirling around, teasing me, and I groan in satisfaction then push inside a little further, pleased to see her pupils dilating again as she starts to comprehend the power she has over me.
“Put your hands around my cock. Control how much you want to take.”
She responds to my direction, seeming to relax as I tell her what to do. Knowing I won’t now be giving her more than she wants I start to thrust gently, her mouth sucks me in, not too far, but in time she’ll be able to take more.
My head goes backwards as the feeling of being inside her in this way is a slice of utter heaven. Her hands start to move up and down my shaft, and then she’s massaging my balls, little squeezes only just the right side of pain. I won’t be able to last long, and as the tell-tale tingle starts in my spine and my cock begins to swell I warn her, “Pull away now if you don’t want me to come in your mouth.”
She does, but I don’t care. One day, she’ll swallow. What we’re doing is all new to her, and I don’t mind taking things slow as we explore more ground. But I’ll be pushing her boundaries eventually. It’s my job, as her Dom.
When one door closes, another opens, I mentally remind my painfully steel hard cock, as I take a condom from the pocket of my jeans and smooth it on, noticing she’s watching my every move. Using my upper body strength, move her, so she’s lying on the couch. It’s a tight squeeze, but I manage to come down on top of her, resting on one arm to keep my weight off of her.
Positioning myself at her entrance, I push inside. She’s tight, so I thrust gently, gradually gaining more ground until I’m fully seated, then give her a moment to adjust. When her legs come up around me I know she’s ready, and again move, quickening my pace and thrusting harder.
I’m already close and know I won’t last long, but I refuse to take this just for myself. Noticing the frustration on her face, I move my hand down and begin to strum her clit. Her muscles begin to tighten, her brow furrows and her teeth clench. Her eyes start to roll back in her head, and then almost violent tremors shake her body as she tenses around me and goes over the top. A few more short bursts triggered by the spasm of her vaginal muscles and I’m right there with her.
Careful not to crush her, I rest my forehead against hers, our ragged breathing in unison as we both struggle to recover. I feel her heart beating against my chest and her lungs heaving. Her skin has a faint sheen of sweat covering it making it shine in the overhead light. God this woman will be the death of me. How does she make me come so fucking hard?
Starting to recover I ease myself down beside her, shifting her slightly, so she fits against my side. I hold her tight, close up against me. The contract we so recently put out signatures to seems to mock me. Keep sex to the club? Yeah right. That’s just not going to happen. Not when it’s this incredible between us.
As Nessa sleepily snuggles beside me, she gives a lovely little snore which makes me glance down. Her breasts are still bulging; she must be uncomfortable like that. Noticing it’s a front fastening bra I undo it and let those large globes drop free. If it wasn’t so late, I’m be tempted to get my hands on them again, but we’ve got a plane to catch in the morning. But fuck me, another round wouldn’t go amiss. My hand hovers in mid-air, but I manage to restrain myself.
Who am I kidding? I’ll be wanting to have this woman as often as I can. Perhaps every night if she moves in with me. A full-time sub ready and waiting for me at any time I want. Hmm. My cock twitches as though it likes the idea.
Wait a minute! What am I thinking? Nessa and I would never work; that’s why we were going to keep this part of our lives separate and compartmentalised. I’ve got a baby to consider! It wouldn’t be fair on her or Mollie to even suggest it. It’s going to be hard enough keeping them apart in Amahad.
Chapter 25
Vanessa
Sean’s worn me out. I’m barely conscious as I feel his strong arms go around me and carry me to bed, and only just register the brief goodbye kiss to my cheek. Then I turn over and drift off into one of the best sleeps I’ve ever had in my life.
Waking the next morning and remembering the events of the night before, I know I’ll be embarrassed later when I see Sean again. Some of the items on the limits list were not things you’d discuss with a work partner. But he’s more than that now. He’s my Dom. Entering my kitchen, I check the bottle of wine in the fridge realising I can only have had two glasses at most, and that wasn’t enough to blame signing that darn contract. Had I really agreed that he could punish me? Only in the club, I must remember that. Only in Club Tiacapan and it was all for play. Not serious. But still. But we hadn’t been at the club last night. And I got carried away, again.
In the cold light of day, signing a contract to agreeing to give a man control over my body doesn’t seem something I’d do at all, but that’s exactly what I appear to have done. And neither can I forget what happened after I added my signature. My body is feeling slightly sore, muscles I’ve not often used making their protest known makes me recall precisely what happened after we’d put away the laptop. Christ, that man can make my body sing! I have to be careful, I could become addicted to his touch. No, I’ll have to explain to him, leaving it to the club is by far the best idea. There’ll be less danger of me getting too attached to him and less chance of becoming the type of woman who’ll want to cling to him. And then I won’t have him at all. This is Sean, the original manwhore we�
��re talking about.
The flight we’re booked on leaves just after midday, so cutting my thoughts short I get a move on sorting out and packing what I need to take, then get off to the airport to meet the others. It’s easy enough to spot Ryan and Nat, like most of Grade A they’re tall and stand head and shoulders above the rest of the crowd. Joining them we exchange greetings and pleasantries to while away the time. Discussing the business of our trip is not something we’d do in public. Hunter appears next, but as the minutes tick down to the gate closing I’m anxiously looking around for Sean. It’s not like him to be late. As the final call or boarding is announced over the loudspeaker, he’s only got a short time left.
Then, at last, he appears, sleeping baby in one arm and all the paraphernalia that comes along with that over one shoulder and carrying a duffle with his clothes on the other. Ryan steps forward to relieve him of some of his burdens, and I take a step back, distancing myself from him and Mollie. How embarrassing if I have a panic attack here. I concentrate on taking deep breaths.
There’s no time to delay; we need to head to the plane. When we board, I make sure to take the seat next to Nat, leaving Sean, Hunter and Ryan to sit way back down the aisle.
But that’s not the last I hear of my companions during the flight, well, one at least. Travelling with a young baby must be an eye-opener to Sean. She isn’t too bad on the way out from London, but as we transfer planes at Dubai Mollie starts to protest, and Ryan laughs at Sean’s embarrassment as he tries to keep her quiet and amused. This time, seated close by, I’ve a good view as Mollie starts exercising her lungs when she drops her dummy for the umpteenth time, and I watch Sean rummage in her bag to find a clean replacement. I recall the number of times I’ve cursed people with crying babies wondering why they can’t keep them quiet. Now I’m experiencing it first-hand I’ll have more sympathy in the future. Sean’s doing everything he can, but it’s obvious nothing’s going to pacify his baby. Caught up in the drama I’m commiserating from afar, and for once, the sight and sound of a young child doesn’t trigger my normal reaction.
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