by Haley Monroe
Jade clapped her hands and bounced in her heels, which shook her full tits beautifully. “You missed!” She announced loudly.
“Yeah. I guess I did.” He gave her back the stick and gave her space to play this time. The sooner they finished the game, the sooner they could leave. She sunk another solid ball and then two more. She only needed to drop that solid red ball and then call the pocket where she would send the eight-ball home and she would win. She picked up the second beer that she had purchased for David and started drinking that one as well.
She was buzzed and happy. Dancing around the table as she worked to clear it off. She was laughing and joking with the men around her.
“Right corner pocket.” Jade giggled and indicated the hole with the tip of her pool stick. Someone next to her gave her a high five, which lead to six more high fives before she shook off the attention to make her shot. Jealousy swept into David’s system. He grit his teeth and watched as she finished off the eight ball in the top corner pocket just like she had called. “Game!” She yipped.
The men around her erupted into cheers over her victory and soon the whole drunken bar was clapping for Jade. She’d finished the third beer just after her winning shot and with a lopsided smile, returned the pool stick to the man who’d given it to her. She threw her arms around David’s neck and slurred.
“So, tell me. What’s your secret, big boy?”
Chapter Six.
“It’s time to go, Jade.” David handed off his own pool stick and tried to step backwards. Jade wouldn’t release his neck and he ended up dragging the toe of her high heels on the floor as he went.
“No, you lost. A bet is a bet, David.” Her head fell back, tipping her chin up to look at him defiantly. She slid her hands up the back of his neck, cradling the base of his skull and blinked slowly. “Tell me a secret, David. Just one.” He placed his hands on her waist and allowed his fingers to flex carefully. Squeezing the soft flesh under his strong hands.
“Just one?” His words whispered over her upturned face. She nodded and made a small agreeing sound that make his dick think of her moaning. His hands clenched, lifting her off her heels and held her tightly against him while working his way through the bar. He thanked his lucky stars that she didn’t wrap her legs around his waist. If she had he wouldn’t be able to control himself after being nestled against her heat. Instead her legs dangled like those of a doll’s as he carried her out of the bar. People moved out of his path while still clapping and cheering at his loss.
He didn’t care about their clapping or that he’d lost the game of pool and Jade’s silly bet. He couldn’t care about any of it. Not with Jade’s body this close to his and not with her pliant in his hands. He kicked open the bar’s front door. “Wait.” Jade blinked. “We forgot to pay the tab.” David growled and placed her down on her feet. She wobbled back a little and he watched her whole head point downward when her eyes traveled to his cock. “Ohh,” she smiled and even pointed. “Your body is sharing secrets that you don’t want to tell me.” She giggled and rushed forward. Her hand shot out and she rubbed her palm across the tent in his pants before he could understand what she was saying.
His ab’s clenched at her touch, his balls drawing up and his shaft pulsed with a fresh wave of his blood pumping to make him even harder for her. He wanted her hands on him, not on his jeans but on his cock. He wanted to feel her small grip try to stroke him while he watched her eyes light up but outside of the bar while she was shitfaced wasn’t anywhere in his fantasies.
“Jade.” He closed his eyes and grabbed her wrist, pushing her hand away from his groin. “Get in the car. I’ll settle the tab and be right out.” He pointed his key fob towards the parking lot and pressed the unlock button. The car’s headlights blinked to alert him it was now unlocked and waiting for Jade.
“Fine.” She blew out her breath and flipped her hair over her shoulder. She walked away, stumbling a little but not falling over. David waited for her to reach the car and get in, then he used the fob to lock the car again, this time with her safely inside. He walked back through the bar whose crowd had already forgotten his loss. He held up a fifty-dollar bill in his hand and waved it. The bartender who’d served Jade earlier came over and David thanked him for the night, giving him the money to cover their tab and allowing him to keep the rest for a tip.
He needed to get back to the car and get Jade home. She’d be safe from him once she was home, in her own bed. He could hardly see her silhouette in the passenger seat as he approached his car and squinted to get a better view. She must be bent over or hunched in the seat, he could just vaguely make out the top of her head. He unlocked the door and climbed in to find Jade had removed her shirt and was leaning her back against the door, slouched down and giving him a full view of her black bra and milky smooth tummy. Her thighs were pressed together but that didn’t make them any less tempting for all he wanted to do was push them apart and nibble his way up to the secrets she kept hidden in that skirt.
“What are you doing?” He asked carefully. Shoving the key into the ignition and trying not to look at his half naked best friend who he desperately wanted to toss into his bed.
“Waiting for you to tell me your secret.” Her hands cupped her tits and pushed them together. “I have this feeling that you might already know mine.” He leaned his arm against the head rest of her seat to reverse the car but his gaze got stuck on her cleavage and the way her fingers pinched and rolled her nipples through the lace. His mouth watered and he swallowed hard.
“Jade.” His voice was strained. He knew before they had left this evening that if she got tipsy, she’d get handsy and he had half a mind to let her have her way. Only he couldn’t do that in case she regretted it in the morning or felt like he had taken advantage of her non-sober state. He wouldn’t be able to forgive himself for making her feel that way. Even if it was her fault for flaunting her perfect body in front of him.
“Don’t say my name in that tone, David. We both know things are changing between us. They have been for a while now. Admit that you want me. Please, just say it.”
“It’s not if I want you or not, it’s how I want you.” He mumbled.
“Tell me how then, I’ll be anything you want me to be.” She nuzzled forward into his shoulder and he shook his head.
“You’re too drunk to know what you’re saying, J.” He finally pulled his eyes away from her tits and backed the car up. He jerked it around and hit the accelerator like his ass was on fire. “Just be ready for a weekend that will change your life, our life. Forever.”
“I am not.” Her face pinched into a scowl and her arms crossed under her perfect breasts. “What are you talking about life changes? I know what I’m saying and I know what I’m seeing.” She leaned forward and placed both her hands on his thigh, inching her fingers up towards his rock-hard cock. “You are so hard for me, D.” She purred. “Just let me see it.”
“Stop.” He snapped, the car’s headlights bobbed as he swerved and grabbed both her wrists in one of his big hands. Driving with the other hand, he turned the corner and wished he could teleport her home.
“Say it.” She whined and rested her forehead on his shoulder. He blew out a breath. Why couldn’t he just tell her what she wanted to hear? Fuck the show. Fuck April Fools, he should just lay everything out on the table and let her play the cards however she wanted. He rolled his neck and reminded himself that both parties should be sober when talking about sexual desires. Consent can’t be given if the mind is impaired and for the things he had in mind she was definitely going to need to consent.
“Tell you what?” He spoke slowly, trying to let his tires eat up the pavement between where they were and her home. “If you can remember this bet tomorrow, I’ll tell you my biggest secret.”
“Pro-omise?” She slurred.
“Is your seat belt on?” He asked to avoid promising anything. Jade looked down at her breasts, tugging slightly against the hold he had on her wrist.<
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“Ow.” She sighed.
“What?” He glanced over at her and regretted it. Her arms were straight out and crossed at the wrist where his fingers wrapped around her paperwhite skin. Her tits were smashed together, her nipples hard and poking against the thin lace. her shoulder sported goosebumps and her dark hair fell across her face.
“You’re squeezing me.” She flicked her head to move her hair out of the way and he got a quick look at her eyes. Fuck if what he saw didn’t make his cock want to rip right out of his jeans. Her pupils were huge and lust weighed down her eyelids. “It hurts a little,” She paused and looked down at where he was holding her. “But I think I like it when you hurt me.”
He let go of her wrist and jerked the car off to the side of the road and slammed the gear shift into park. “What did you just say?” He turned in his seat and lifted her chin, looking into the dark pupils of her green eyes. “Tell me again, Jade. What did you just say?”
“I, um- I don’t know.” She shook her head as she backpedaled.
“You do.” He accused and pinched her chin between his thumb and index finger. “Say it again.”
“I think I like it when,” she blinked and leaned in closer to him. Her voice lowered to less than a whisper. “When you hurt me.”
“Why?” His gazed switched from one eye and then to the other. “Tell me why you think that, J.” Her tongue flicked across her lip and she tugged her chin out of his grasp. He let her go and waited for her to battle her words out in her mind. His breathing was so hard, condensation was building on the windshield.
“I don’t know.” She shrugged and leaned back in the seat. Stretching out the seat belt and securing it in the buckle near her hip. “Just forget it.”
“I can’t.” He let the knuckles of his hand caress her cheek. “I’ve ached to hear you say those words. I want so badly to hurt you and then kiss the pain away and let you feel pleasure like you have never even imagined was possible.”
Her head sagged toward his hand and she moaned. “Is that your secret?”
“Part of it.” He moved his hand to jerk the car back into drive and continued heading for her house. Jade didn’t speak again. Her eyes closed and her breathing became even as she slept in the car, leaving David alone with his thoughts and her confession.
Was that something her drunk brain came up with just to test him or was it something she really wanted? Did she like pain as much as he liked to give it? He shook his head. She did seem to enjoy the bite of the tattoo artist’s needles and in the past, he could think of a time or two where she would get into a fight with the girls at school just so she could let him patch up her split lips and smile over how red and cracked her knuckles had become. His hand pounded into the steering wheel.
Fuck she had his mind so messed up.
Four more days and they could hash it out on live television.
Damn, he was such an idiot.
Chapter Seven.
David called Jade the next morning and she didn’t answer. He left for work and called her again when he got to the construction site his crew was working on. The project was huge and it could mean many more jobs for his company in the future, if things went well. So far, the crew was ahead of schedule and he wanted to keep it that way. They would be done by early next week and he could leave for Connecticut knowing the job was well done.
He shoved his phone into his pocket and kicked his work boot in the dust. Maybe he’d already fucked things up by confessing last night. A part of him hoped she was too drunk to remember any of it but most of him hoped she would remember. If she really did crave the sting of pain, then it would be easy to talk her into the rest of his sexual games. It isn’t easy to find someone who actually wants to be hurt. Not easy, but not impossible either. He didn’t want to continue hurting just anyone. He wanted to share the dark parts of him with Jade.
At lunch, he dialed Jade again and she answered this time. “What?” Her voice was thick with sleep and he chuckled.
“Afternoon, sunshine,”
“Why are you waking me up? Stop calling every two minutes.” He could hear the bedcovers crinkling as she rolled over.
“The last time I called you was three hours ago. Why are you still in bed?”
“Because you let me drink too much last night.” She yawned, making it difficult to understand her.
“Oh, I let you, huh?” He chuckled again and ran his hand over his bald head. Sweat beaded at the back of his neck and dripped down his spine, wetting the middle of his tank top under his jacket.
“Yes. You did.” She said again. “What do you want?”
“I was just calling to see how you were doing.” He tried to keep his tone natural. It didn’t seem like she would be remembering much of last night but she couldn’t be playing him.
“I’m hungover and tired and my body hurts from working out and then drinking three huge green beers. And to top it all off my best friend won’t let me sleep ‘cus he is an evil morning person.”
He sighed in relief. “Jade, its one in the afternoon. Even if I am a morning person, it wouldn’t matter because it’s not morning.”
“Okay. Whatever. Did you actually need something?”
“Nope. Now that I know you are alive and miserable, I’ll stop calling you.” He jumped off the tailgate of the truck he used as a lunch table and turned to package up his lunch trash. “Wait, weren’t you supposed to work at the restaurant this morning?”
“Yup.” He could hear her rolling in the bed again. “I called out sick. Have a good day at work, jerk face.” He smiled as she hung up on him and packed his phone back into his pocket. She wasn’t mad, she wasn’t upset with him, she was just hung over. Nothing new for his sweet, sassy Jade.
If and when she became his little submissive pain slut, he would make her pay for every time she called him a jerk face. He imagined spanking her jiggly ass red and making her sit on the sore spots while he gagged her with his cock, tugging on her long hair that would be tied up in braids on either side of her head. His jeans grew tight with thoughts of punishing her foul mouth and he slapped his hard hat on his head. Time to get back to work and there was no room for dirty thoughts while he worked with the heavy machinery of the construction site.
Five hours later his crew had all punched out and it was time to go home. David was wound too tight. He needed to burn off some steam and there was only one place he could do that at. He rushed home to shower and shave then dressed in tight fitting black jeans and a button up black shirt. Common Dom attire for club Dirty Fetish.
He parked in the back of the club and walked briskly through the doors. Once inside he felt a wash of charged energy soak into his skin. Here he could be who he truly was. He stood for a moment, reveling in the sound of the hard metal music, the screams of ecstasy, and the rush of endorphins flooding his system.
He felt a wicked grin cross his face as his feet started to move deeper into the club. He needed to find a couple. Not a single sub who would beg for him to fuck them after. He needed a lost soul looking for the same release as he was.
He strolled around the club’s hot spots a few times before he found what he was looking for. A female Domme named Terri had a female submissive bent over a sawhorse. The subs hands were secured to the legs of the device that held her up and Terri was spanking her pantie covered ass. He moved closer but leaned against the wall where the Domme could see him but he wouldn’t interrupt their session until invited.
After a few more blows to the sub’s curvy ass, Terri noticed David and smiled through heavy breaths. “Hi, Master David. Good to see you.”
“You as well.” He grinned. “A mighty fine sub you have there.” His chin tipped toward the stretched-out girl.
“Yes, she is a very good girl but I’m afraid her tolerance is a tad higher than I’m comfortable giving. I’m happy you found your way over. Would you be interested in helping me kick things up a notch?”
“I’d love that. Do I know the gi
rl?” He stepped closer and squatted down. The heels of his boots hitting his ass as he balanced on his toes. He lifted her hair from her face and was happy to see she was wearing a beautiful red ball gag between her teeth. She was drooling all over her face, from her head hanging the way it was most of the drool was sliding sideways down her cheeks and some of it flowed up near her eye.
He recognized her as a sub he had played with many times before. Amy batted her eyes lashes at him and moaned around the gag in her mouth. “I’m happy to see you too, slut.” He offered her a sincere smile. She tried to lift her head but after a few seconds of attempting she relaxed her neck with a groan. “I know, I know.” He tsked his tongue against his teeth. “Now, I see that Mistress Terri has you beautifully bound for me, do you mind if I join the session? Shake your head if you don’t want me to join or nod your head if you don’t mind, so that I can understand your agreement.” Amy nodded her head and David lifted her hair back to tuck it behind one of her ears. “Good, good.” He shifted a bit and pulled his jack knife from his back pocket.
Amy’s eyes grew wide when he flicked his wrist and the thin blade shot out. “Last time we played, if I recall correctly, you came all over my blade. Is that right, Amy?” She nodded this time and he nodded with her. “Yeah, I thought so.” He looked up at Mistress Terri and asked, “What’s the safe signal?”
“Three pats of her left hand to the wooden leg of the sawhorse.” Terri answered as she scratched her nails along the thin strip of exposed skin between the girl’s panties and her tank top.
“Do you remember that Amy? If you need me to stop, you tap your left hand three times. Do you understand?” Amy nodded her head and David gave her an approving smile. “Just to make sure, show me now please.” Amy slapped her palm against the wooden leg, three times like she was instructed. “Perfect. I’m going to start now.”
Amy moaned around her ball gag and more drool bubbled out from the corner of her stretched lips. David stayed squatting so that Amy could see him and traced the dull edge of his knife up her arm. Chill bumps spread like a wake behind the knife and his body pulsed with energy. “Fuck, I love how your skin reacts to the touch of my knife, Amy.” She sighed and tried to talk but her voice came out in a tangled grumble of sounds blocked by the weight of the gag on her tongue.