Clenching her jaw, Laura kept her eyes down. She might not be following protocol, but neither was Mills. He hadn’t said a word to Chicklet yet.
Rising from the sofa, Chicklet let out a light laugh. “Things must be very different where you’re from. I’m Chicklet, her Domme. And you’re her ex, Mills.”
“I apologize, it didn’t seem like we were being formal.” From the corner of her eye, Laura watched Mills hold out his hand and shake Chicklet’s. He held it too long, his grip tight, but Chicklet didn’t try to pull away. “I’m surprised you don’t have one of your boy toys with you. Unless he’s the one you sent for drinks?”
Oh, fuck. Laura clenched her fists in her lap, praying the conversation changed before Sloan returned. He wouldn’t play along with whatever Chicklet had planned if he heard Mills refer to him as a ‘boy toy’.
“Not yet, but that would be fun!” Chicklet laughed again. “Please, have a seat. Laura tells me you’ve expressed some concerns.”
“Which were obviously warranted. Laura is a natural submissive who could be easily manipulated by the wrong person.” Mills sounded calm, but there was something in his voice that Laura didn’t like. “She needs a strong man. I don’t know what sick game you’re playing with her, but it ends now.”
“Sick game?” Chicklet sounded shocked. “I’m not sure what you mean. Is it the sharing that bothers you? From what I understand, you have two submissives of your own.”
“I do. And they both serve me.”
“Really…?” Chicklet moved closer to Mills. “Do they serve you by performing together? Is that why you brought another woman into your bed? So you could enjoy them, the way they touch one another to turn you on before giving you their hands and mouths and bodies to satisfy your every need?”
Inhaling sharply, Mills squared his shoulders. “Yes.”
“You’ve heard of me, Mills. Our community does like to talk, doesn’t it?” Chicklet walked her fingers up Mills’s chest, trailing her tongue over her bottom lip. “They’ve talked about you too. Do you want to know what they say?”
The stoic expression on Mills’s face faltered. He shook his head. “That’s hardly relevant. I’m here because Laura—”
“Laura is happy, my dear boy. With a woman.” Chicklet clucked her tongue. “Strange how that keeps happening to you. All your lovers are distracted by other women. You’ve been neglected.” She ran her hand down his chest, hooking her fingers to his belt. “How long has it been since you’ve had a woman on her knees for you? Since any have given you control at all?”
As she took hold of his dick through his leathers, Mills sucked in a breath. “What are you saying? You’re a Domme. You wouldn’t—”
“Try me.”
Laura couldn’t look away as Chicklet pressed against Mills, brushing her lips over his as he pressed his eyes shut. She’d never considered that he would come after her because his reputation was suffering. He wouldn’t have bothered with her if she’d been alone. Or with a man. The man could have been cruel, abusive, and he wouldn’t have cared.
All that mattered to him was that she’d moved on with a woman and it apparently had people talking. Somehow made him less of a man because…damn it, did he really believe a woman would turn to another because he wasn’t good in bed?
Thinking back, she couldn’t deny that his performance was lacking. Not that she’d been with many men, but after being with Chicklet she could see how selfish he’d been. Sex hadn’t mattered much to her. It just happened. To her, sex had been a part of submission that satisfied her need to give herself completely.
Chicklet took what she gave and demanded more. All her pain and pleasure were gifts from her Mistress. Parts of her she couldn’t hold back, that she didn’t want to because Chicklet wasn’t satisfied until she had it all.
Everything with Mills had been…less. And she hadn’t cared because it had been enough then.
It wasn’t anymore.
When Mills kissed Chicklet, her throat tightened. She wasn’t jealous. Exactly. Actually, she wasn’t sure how she felt. Realizing how he’d used her made her want to keep him from using Chicklet.
Until Chicklet met her eyes as she let him push her to her knees.
And her Mistress winked.
Mills was about to be very very sorry. And damn it, as wrong as it felt for her Mistress kneel to anyone, Laura couldn’t wait to see what happened next.
* * *
The man smelled fresh, so that was a plus. Chicklet unlaced his leathers, sliding her hand down his averaged sized dick, not impressed. And it wasn’t his length that put her off. It was how easy he’d been to manipulate.
Sure, her outfit, and how desperate he was, made him downright predictable, but she’d hoped for at least a bit of a challenge. Not only so this would be fun, but so Laura wouldn’t be hit so hard by how pathetic the man she’d submitted to for so long truly was.
Either way, at least this wouldn’t take long. She slid her lips over his dick, taking him in deep, pulling back abruptly as he brought his hand to the back of her head. He was a fast learner; she’d give him that. As soon as her mouth left him, he let his hand fall to his side.
Wetting her lips, she slid them over him, faster and faster, using her hand to bring him closer before stopping again. He groaned, thumping his fist against his thigh. She blew on his sensitive cock, then licked around the dark purple crown, moaning softly.
“Yes!” He moved against her as she sucked him, thrusting as she latched onto his hips, letting him fuck her mouth. “Oh fuck!”
Tasting pre-cum on her tongue, she brought one hand to his balls and squeezed tight. “Not yet.”
“Damn it, woman!” He let out a low growl and fisted his hands in her hair. “You don’t get to stop me.”
“Actually.” She tightened her grip on his balls until he released her hair. “I do.”
Too predictable. And now I’m bored.
A shame. She might have let him come if he’d behaved.
Liar.
Yeah…that hadn’t been part of the plan. She rose to her feet, still holding his balls, and smiled at him. “You know, tonight could have gone much differently. I do enjoy sharing and Laura and I haven’t had the pleasure of an agreeable ‘boy toy’ yet.”
Mills went still, shifting as though to get away from her before wincing at the tug. He bared his teeth. “I’m no one’s toy.”
“You’re no one’s anything lately.” She squeezed a little tighter and smirked. “You are welcome to stay. I might let you come by the end of the night if you behave yourself. Otherwise, I suggest you go home and speak to your wife. And her new pet. Figure out how they can include you in their fun.”
“I don’t need your advice.” Mills’s face was red. Grew even redder as he spotted Sloan standing a few feet away with a tray of drinks. “Let me go.”
“Does that mean you don’t want me to finish?”
He blinked at her, looking confused.
“Oh, yes, that’s right. Putting your dick in the mouth of a woman who might bite it off isn’t very smart.” She released his balls, then gave his painfully swollen dick a little smack. “It was a pleasure to meet you.” She smirked as he yanked up his leathers, tripping backward in his rush to get out of reach. “Wait, don’t you want your drink?”
Apparently not. Watching him limp away, she lowered to the sofa, patting the cushion at her side for Sloan to sit.
He placed the tray on the small table by the sofa, handing her two bottles of water and taking the beer for himself. There was a glass of bourbon on the tray, interestingly enough. Maybe he’d thought Mills would stay awhile.
Otherwise, he’d followed her earlier instructions to a T.
Good boy.
“That wasn’t very nice, Chicklet.” Sloan snorted as he brought his beer to his lips. “Remind me never to piss you off.”
“You need to be reminded?” Chicklet grinned at him, then reached out to pet Laura’s hair before handing her a
bottle of water. “Are you all right, sweetie? I’m sorry you had to see that.”
“Why? That was…” Laura took a sip of her water. “I have no words. I was worried at first, but you seemed like you were enjoying yourself. Which is…”
“Fucked up?” Sloan offered with a laugh. “Honey, your Mistress is one twisted bitch. If she ever offered to suck my dick, I’d be very afraid.”
“Aww, you’re so sweet!” Chicklet rested her head on Sloan’s shoulder, knowing full well how hard it had been for him to stand back when throwing a few punches would have been much easier. “Thank you, by the way. And don’t ever ask me to return the favor. Anyone fucks with you and I will break them.”
“No deal.” Sloan kissed the top of her head. “I may not be as good with head games as you are, but if I ever need to deal with someone like that, you just give me some evil advice and let me handle it.”
“Oh fine.” Chicklet sighed, not really having expected anything else. Thankfully, Sloan terrified most of the subs who might try to mess with him. His boy, Perron, was a completely different story, but neither man seemed interested in settling down anytime soon.
“So…is that it? Do you really think he’ll stay away?” Laura rose to her knees, spreading them and resting her hands on her thighs in the standard kneeling pose, which she was clearly more comfortable with. “The performance threw him off balance, but if he’s really not happy with his relationships…”
Laura was still worried Mills would come back. And Chicklet didn’t blame her. She’d been his perfect sub, completely devoted to him. If not for his pride, he might be an actual threat.
But his motivations were all too clear.
“I don’t know whether or not he’ll be able to make his relationship work for him, but you’re not an option anymore. You were when he thought he could reclaim you. Prove to everyone he could still exert some control.” Chicklet ran her fingers through Laura’s hair, tugging to tip her head back. “With how important his reputation is to him; he won’t breathe a word about coming here. Or he might and say you’re just confused. Either way, it won’t change much. To those in his circle who are laughing at him, he’s still a loser who can’t satisfy a woman. He’ll need to find one to prove them wrong.”
“I don’t care if he does. I just want him to stay gone.” Laura’s lips curved a little. “And I don’t mind my last memory being him running away from you.”
“Good.” Now for the only opinion that mattered. Chicklet rested her elbows on her knees. “You might want to take a seat for this. I’ve asked Sloan to stay because he knows me well, but if you’d prefer someone else as reference—”
“I’m sorry, but I have to interrupt, Mistress.” Laura remained kneeling, but her chin jutted up stubbornly. “I am fine where I am. And, no offense to Sloan, but I would like to speak to you alone.”
“And that’s my cue.” Sloan bumped shoulders with Chicklet before standing. “Max and Dominik are waiting. I’ll be around if you need me.”
Laura’s lips parted as Sloan headed toward the front of the club. “He’s playing with two other Doms? But I thought—”
“He’s likely co-topping some lucky sub with Dominik while Max watches.” Chicklet shrugged. “I’m guessing your time in the lifestyle is limited to your experiences with Mills. Not necessarily a bad thing, I’m sure you enjoyed some of your time with him, but there are many different ways to play.”
“I know. I did a lot of research before I even became involved with him.” Laura rubbed her thighs in a gesture of self-comfort that made Chicklet want to hold her, but first, they had a few things to discuss. “I know people do threesomes and all that, but co-topping? Do you do that?”
“I have.”
“Will you do it with me?”
Good question. Chicklet rubbed the back of her neck, weighing her words carefully in her mind. “I won’t say it’s not a possibility, someday, but I don’t want to share your submission just yet. I expect you to show the other Doms here basic courtesy. Nothing more. You obey only me.”
Tension eased from Laura’s whole bearing. A good sign.
But they weren’t in the clear yet.
“Mills was right about one thing though. I do enjoy my toys.”
Laura glanced over at her leather sports bag. “I’m guessing you mean the kind that doesn’t fit in there.”
“Well, technically…” Chicklet chuckled as Laura arched a brow at her. “Yes, that’s what I mean. Toys with a pulse.”
“People. Men and women. You…” Laura swallowed. “You use them.”
No point in denying it. She wouldn’t try to pretty up her favorite games. The woman deserved the truth.
“I use them. Sometimes I don’t even know their names, never see their faces. They’re vetted by someone at the club and sent my way. I’m told their limits, assured that they’re clean, then treat them like tools for my pleasure.” Chicklet’s lips slanted as Laura’s eyes dilated and her short breaths quickened. Her naughty pet didn’t hate the idea at all. “Some nights I have a list to choose from. And all that’s on it is a number and if they’re a man or a woman.”
“But they want it that way.” Laura’s voice was breathless. Her cheeks flush. “They enjoy it.”
“They do.”
“Will you show me?”
Damn. This woman is my soulmate. Chicklet bent down, cupping her hands around Laura’s face as she claimed her lips. “I thought you’d never ask.”
Chapter 9
Silver, skin-tight material covered the man from head to toe, with a zipper over his mouth and metal grate-like things over his eyes. Laura’s mouth went dry the second she set eyes on him, following Chicklet with a cardboard box in his arms. Her lips moved soundlessly. She wanted to greet him, but what were the rules?
You don’t have to know his name to say hi.
True, but if he wanted to be used like an object… Well, objects didn’t talk much. For all she knew any acknowledgement would ruin the scene for him.
She pressed her lips shut and relaxed on her knees, out of the way.
As the Saint Andrew’s Cross and spanking benches were cleared from the area by two male subs wearing black leather hoods, Chicklet instructed the silver man to spread out the plastic tarps from his box. Once he was done he laid down in the center and didn’t move.
Laura stared at him, watching his chest rise and fall. She wasn’t sure how he could breathe like that, but it was kinda freaking her out. Her ‘kinks’ were starting to look very tame.
“Come here, little dove.” Chicklet stood at the edge of the tarp, a riding crop in her hand. She tapped it against her thigh impatiently when Laura hesitated. “Don’t make me repeat myself. You’re in enough trouble as it is, young lady.”
I am? Laura hurried to Chicklet’s side, pulse racing. She needed to show Chicklet she could play her games, that they didn’t scare her, but she wasn’t doing a very good job.
She did her best to slow her breathing and regain her composure.
Chicklet pointed at the silver man with her crop. “What is this…thing?”
I’m not quite sure. Laura licked her lips and tried to come up with a better answer. “A toy?”
“Yes. A toy. A very naughty toy.” Chicklet’s tone was harsh, but she smiled a little. Just enough to let Laura know she’d done well. “You are here to focus on your education. How does that help you?”
All right, role playing she could do. She dropped her gaze and tried to look contrite. “It doesn’t.”
The crop hit her thigh, right under her pleated skirt.
“Oww!” Laura jumped at the sting. She’d had worse, but that had caught her off guard. “Mistress, what did I—”
“It’s Professor. And you will tell me all the dirty things you’ve been doing with this toy.”
“Nothing, Professor! I swear—Oww!” That time, Laura giggled. Then covered her mouth with her hands when Chicklet frowned at her.
“You think that’s funn
y?” Chicklet folded her arms, resting the length of the crop against her shoulder. “And what’s in the box?”
“More toys?” Laura didn’t do bratty well, but it was hard to play a school girl in a scene without a little bratiness. Mills had set up a scene in a kinky classroom once that had been painfully awkward, but she wanted to do better for her Mistress. She crossed her arms and sucked her teeth. “Why are you going through my things?”
Chicklet’s brow shot up. “Your things? Are you expecting privacy here?”
“Yes. My father pays a lot for my tuition. It’s almost like…like I’m your boss.”
An evil smile slit across Chicklet’s lips. “Is that so?”
Oh boy. Laura shivered as Chicklet slid closer. Now I’m in trouble.
“Yes.” She inhaled the rich scent of leather and sex surrounding them, her palms growing damp. “You better get out of my room before I tell him how mean you’re being.”
“I have a better idea.” Chicklet reached out and grabbed a fistful of her hair. Jerking her close, she whispered against her lips. “Does your Daddy know what a dirty girl you are? Shall I tell him?”
“No, please don’t!” Laura squirmed as heat spilled from her core and her panties grew damp. “I’m sorry. I’ll behave, I promise.”
“You’ll do better than that.” Chicklet flicked her tongue over Laura’s bottom lip. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed you trying to get my attention. Talking back, wearing these slutty clothes. You want me to keep your secrets? You’re going to share your toys. After showing me exactly how you use every one.”
“I’ll do anything you want. I swear!”
“Good girl.” Chicklet moved away from her. “But first, you’ve been very bad. You must speak to your professors with respect. Bend over and show me that cute little ass.”
Cheeks flaming, Laura turned and bent over, flipping her skirt up.
The crop lashed across her butt and upper thighs so fast she almost tipped over as the pain sliced across her nerves. Her head spun as Chicklet pulled her straight. The wicked heat spread even further. She gasped as her ass was squeezed.
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