Either way, her actions today showed she was comfortable with herself and her desires. She’d risked being caught just to watch Langston fuck his submissive.
However, I found it interesting that Ben was punishing her without even telling her that was what he was doing. Forcing her to watch tonight, although he believed she was remorseful for her actions the other day, was one hell of a way to handle it. I’d seen with my own eyes her disappointment when I had held back the collar tonight.
Initially, I thought Addison was going to be a power play between me and Ben. I thought for sure he was going to want to dominate Addison, but I was going to have to encourage him to do it. That wasn’t the case. The man was in complete control where Addison was concerned and tonight she would learn that she’d overstepped in a big way.
So, I’d spent the better part of the afternoon planning out my scene with my pup. We hadn’t had the opportunity to play the last time we were here due to the incident with Addison, and I fully intended to make that up to him.
I knew exactly what I was going to do.
“Justin, it’s good to see you here tonight.”
The raspy, familiar voice had me turning to see Timothy Triton—aka Master Chaos—a man I’d become friends with over the years, sauntering toward me.
“Likewise,” I offered, holding out my hand in greeting. “Are you here to play? Or on duty?”
Timothy grinned as he shook my hand. “I’m looking to find me a submissive tonight. It’s been a long time.”
It had been a long time, I knew. Timothy had lost his submissive, Missy, many years ago. A drunk driver had hit her head on when she’d been coming home from work late one night. I still remembered it like it was yesterday. It had taken almost all of the past seven years for the man to dig himself out of the debilitating depression that he’d endured when she died.
Sure, he had scened with a few submissives over the years, but it was rare. Perhaps once every six months or so. The last time I’d seen him in a scene was about three months back. I was glad to see he was taking steps to move forward. Missy wouldn’t have wanted his life to end because hers had.
However, I knew how difficult it was to move on after tragedy such as that. My mother died when I was nine. She’d been grocery shopping late one night and some guy hopped up on coke decided to rob the store she was at. Thanks to the overzealous actions of a wannabe do-gooder, the gunman had unloaded inside the store. My mother had been caught in the crossfire.
Then, at twenty-two, the woman I’d thought I would spend the rest of my life with died in a massive eighteen-car pile-up during one of the worst snowstorms our city had ever seen. For the longest time, I thought I would never get over losing Amanda. Eventually, as the world continued to spin and the years passed, the pain became not quite so debilitating. It still hurt from time to time, though.
And a few months ago, I’d lost my father and I still felt the deep, painful ache in my chest. Losing someone you loved was never easy, no matter the circumstances.
I couldn’t help but look over at Addison as she moved behind the bar. My heart constricted and I felt that same painful loss I’d experienced before. Only, Addison wasn’t gone. She was right there, living and breathing, so damn beautiful she made my heart hurt. And I was being a dumb ass by letting my own fucked-up need for control come between us.
“I figured I’d come check out who’s available,” Timothy said, drawing me out of my thoughts.
“Well, it looks as though you’ve got your pick,” I told him as we both glanced over at the submissive holding area. There were three women and one man kneeling on jewel-toned pillows, eagerly awaiting instruction from a Dominant who was looking to play.
“That I do,” he agreed. “Maybe tonight I’ll take two.”
I chuckled as I turned. “Good luck with that.”
“I’m sure I’ll need it.” He pivoted to speak to one of the dungeon monitors who was heading toward the stairs.
With Ben at my side, my hand behind his neck, we continued to the bar.
“Do you need something to drink?” I asked my pup.
I might’ve affectionately squeezed his neck a little more than normal, grateful to have him with me. Not having him in my life was not something I ever wanted to contemplate. I was grateful he accepted me—flaws and all.
“No, Mr. Parker.” His eyes perused my face as though he could read my mind.
They didn’t serve alcohol at Dichotomy, but that didn’t seem to make a difference with attendance. Those who were into the lifestyle understood the reasons. When it came to consent, a person needed to have all their faculties about them. Removing alcohol from the equation helped to alleviate some of the factors that could sway it.
It didn’t bother me one bit. I could take it or leave it.
Ordering a club soda, I leaned against the bar and asked Ben to kneel at my feet. As I’d mentioned, having him kneel wasn’t something I cared much for, but when we were in the club, I tended to follow club protocol.
Plus, he looked damn good like that, bare chested and utterly submissive. He drew plenty of eyes, and honestly, I took pride in showing him off.
As I stood there, Addison moved out from behind the bar, looking like sin in leather.
I glanced down at Ben to see he’d noticed her, too. His eyes were fixed on her as she moved across the floor, barefoot and sexy as fuck in that black leather bra and the G-string that showed off her fine little ass. I wondered if Ben was feeling the same remorse that I was, the loss that inexplicably caused a void because we didn’t have Addison with us.
Perhaps I needed to find a way to fix this.
Then a thought came to me and I smiled.
Damn, but tonight was going to be a good night.
If all went well, we could possibly get this train back on its track.
And if not, we would accept our fate and move on.
*
After spending nearly an hour talking to the other Doms in attendance, then retrieving my toy bag from my locker, I made my way to the dungeon with Ben in tow. I had originally intended to reserve a St. Andrew’s cross for the evening; however, when I thought about the logistics of my scene, I realized it wouldn’t work. But the chains dangling from the ceiling beam certainly would, and I found that area roped off and waiting, exactly as I’d requested.
“Strip for me, pup, and give the people a show,” I instructed after I moved the rope out of the way.
Placing my toy bag on the floor, I squatted down and rummaged through it. I was looking for one thing and one thing only. I hadn’t used it in a while, but I knew my pup enjoyed the hell out of it.
However, I fully intended to add a twist to this tonight. Just as soon as…
I glanced around when I felt eyes boring into my back.
And there she was, right on time.
Pasting a respectful smile on my face, I stood, then moved over to where Addison waited. Her hands were clasped in front of her and she was twirling her fingers, which I’d learned was a nervous tic of hers. I wasn’t sure she had any reason to be nervous, but I liked that she was anticipating something.
Holding out my hand, I silently requested her to join me. Her eyes widened, and I swore there was a torrent of emotion there. Possibly a little fear, which was healthy in this setting. But more desire than anything else.
“I’ve changed my mind,” I told her as she placed her hand in mine. “I don’t merely want you to be a spectator tonight.”
“No?” She sounded sincerely hopeful.
Hesitantly, she followed me back toward my toy bag.
Wanting to put her mind at ease, I said, “No. However, I’m not going to request anything sexual from you.”
“Uh…okay.” Was that disappointment I detected?
Whatever it was, it appeared our little rebel had forgotten her manners.
Moving in close and tilting her chin up to face me, I hardened my expression. “While we’re here, you will refer to me as Master Par
ker. It’s polite, no?”
Her voice trembled only slightly when she responded, “Yes, Master Parker.”
“Are you willing to play?”
“Yes, Master Parker.”
“Are you willing to do whatever I ask?” It was all about trust, and though we’d established that before, I knew that I had screwed it up with my recent actions.
“Uh…” She swallowed hard, her gaze darting over to Ben briefly, then back to my face. “Yes, Master Parker.”
“Do you have an issue with a flogger?”
As I expected, her eyes glazed over slightly when she shook her head.
“Speak,” I insisted.
“No, Master Parker. I don’t have an issue with a flogger.”
“Good. Now, I’d like you to secure my pup to the chains both above and below,” I instructed. “His back should be to me.”
Her eyes widened, darting over to Ben, who was in the process of removing his black briefs, his semi-erect cock coming into view.
“Just as impressive as always, no?” I asked her. It was rhetorical because I could see the heat in her eyes as she let her gaze stray over his extraordinary physique.
“Very,” she said hoarsely.
“Please do as I requested.” I motioned toward Ben.
While she stepped over to my sexy, naked submissive, I retrieved the deerskin flogger from my bag and watched the pair as Addison did her best to get him fixed to the cuffs dangling from the chains, which were hooked into a heavy beam in the ceiling. It was an interesting sight, to say the least, because Addison was so short she had no choice but to press up against Ben in an effort to affix the cuffs to the chain.
Her nipples hardened behind the leather cups concealing them. I would’ve preferred to have her as naked as Ben, but I was going to take into account Ben’s need to punish her for the way she had treated him.
Thanks to the mirrored wall behind him, I had the perfect view of Ben’s reaction to her nearness. My pup was noticeably aroused, which was a sight in and of itself. The man’s cock was monstrous and I knew he drew the attention of plenty of people within this club for that alone.
I smiled to myself when Addison knelt by his feet to get the ankle cuffs in place. If it weren’t for her obvious attempts to avoid him, she would’ve gotten up close and personal with his eager cock at least half a dozen times by now.
Much to my dismay, she avoided it effortlessly and my eyes met Ben’s in the mirror. I could see his desire mixed with his eagerness. The man did love that extra bite of pain. Which perhaps was what surprised me about Addison. When she’d admitted to the same, I’d been curious as to how I could pleasure them both at the same time.
I was about to find out.
“He’s secure, Master Parker.”
“Thank you. Now it’s your turn.”
Her blue eyes widened. “My turn to what?”
“To be secured to him, of course.”
*
BEN
FROM THE MOMENT WE STEPPED into the club tonight, I’d been sitting on the razor-thin edge of anticipation, eager to find out what Mr. Parker had in store for me. His scenes were always interesting, to say the least.
Honestly, being restrained like this—my body forming an X with my hands cuffed at head level—wasn’t a hardship. I didn’t mind it one bit. And the flogger hadn’t surprised me, either, although my dick had stood at attention as soon as I noticed it. My Dom knew how much I enjoyed it, even if he rarely used it on me.
But my dick had been completely in awe of the beautiful submissive who had joined me. I hadn’t realized Mr. Parker had changed the plans. We had briefly discussed my need to punish her—to force her to watch and not participate—for what had happened between us the other day. And should she find it in her to apologize without being asked to, I was going to let it go, but I felt it was only fair that she understood the repercussions of such hasty words.
Addison had worked diligently to get my wrists and ankles fixed in the padded cuffs that Mr. Parker had brought with him. It took a little work due to the height difference, but she managed surprisingly well. All the while, I got to inhale her sweet scent and admire that sinful body of hers as she gracefully moved around me.
I missed her so fucking much.
Whenever she met my eyes, I hardened my stare, not wanting her to see the war that was waging between my head and my heart. Admittedly, it wasn’t easy holding back from her, but she had made her point and I was doing my best to make my own.
“What do you mean, secured to him?” Her voice trembled, but the heat in her gaze belied her nervousness.
The woman might not want to dive right in, but she was certainly willing to find out what Mr. Parker had in mind.
“Exactly what I said,” Mr. Parker told her, his eyes narrowing.
He wasn’t used to being questioned.
Then again, he had surprised Addison with this stunt, so I supposed he deserved a little of what she was dishing out.
“I need you to trust me, sub,” Mr. Parker said softly, stepping closer to Addison.
I knew he was purposely avoiding using her pet names. I’d seen her disappointment earlier when she’d realized it, too. It was another way to keep our distance from her, to show her this was her choice.
Due to the fact that I was only a foot away, I had the opportunity to watch them both. The mere sight of them so close together had my dick throbbing painfully. Memories of all the things we’d done, all the ways in which we had explored one another had another pang ricocheting in my chest.
“Can you do that for me?” Mr. Parker asked, although it wasn’t so much a question as a statement. “Or shall I find another submissive who’s willing?”
Anger flared in her eyes but Addison answered diligently. “I’m more than willing to assist, Master Parker.”
Mr. Parker urged her toward me. “I’ll need to you step as close to my pup as you can. This will require the two of you to be touching.”
Addison’s eyes lifted to my face, but she didn’t move closer.
As much as I wanted to question her, to ensure she was all right, I wouldn’t. I wasn’t her Dom tonight. I was Mr. Parker’s submissive and that was how I wanted it. She would have to deal with us accordingly.
Mr. Parker gently nudged her closer to me until our skin was touching. I was naked while she was wearing the leather bra and thong, but even with that, we were skin to skin.
I stared down at her while my heart kicked hard in my chest. Fuck. It was so much easier to keep my distance when she wasn’t so close. Right now, I wanted to forget everything that had happened, pull her into my arms, and tell her that I loved her, that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her.
“What’s your color, sub?” Mr. Parker asked as he urged her another step forward.
Thank God for reasonable Doms. Mr. Parker’s voice pulled me from my temporary bout of lunacy.
“Green.” There was only a slight quiver in her voice.
“And you, pup?” His eyes met mine.
“Green, Mr. Parker.”
“Very nice,” he said as he reached between us and shifted my cock so that it was pressed against her belly.
I hissed in a breath from the contact with both his hand and her skin.
“Don’t move,” Mr. Parker insisted as he walked away, returning a moment later with a set of smaller cuffs. He hooked them to her wrists, then, using a carabiner clip, he connected her cuffs to mine. Her forearms brushed against mine. While my elbows were bent, her arms were out straight due to the differences in our height, but our hands were touching.
“This is a truly magnificent sight,” Mr. Parker said, his voice laced with gravel. Clearly, he was enjoying it, but probably not nearly as much as I was.
Addison tilted her head so that our eyes met. We stood like that for the longest time, pressed up against one another, my cock trapped between us. There was no way to ignore the damn thing.
“Color, sub?” Mr. Parker asked aga
in as he knelt beside us.
“Green,” she said on a breathy sigh as Mr. Parker clipped the cuff on her right ankle to the one on my left.
The position worked nicely because of our size differences. The outsides of her feet were pressed to the insides of mine, which meant her soft calves brushed against mine.
Once Mr. Parker was finished, he stood tall once more and placed his hands on each of our backs, ensuring we were as close as we could possibly be. He smiled as he stepped away.
“Tonight, I thought I’d do something a little different with my pets,” Mr. Parker announced, his voice ringing loudly for everyone to hear. “It turns out they both enjoy the flogger. So, I thought I’d kill two birds with one stone.”
He moved closer, his voice lowering as he spoke directly to us both.
“At any time should you need it, your safe word is red. Be sure to call it out loudly and everything will stop. Understood?”
“Yes, Mr. Parker,” I said dutifully.
“Yes, Master Parker,” Addison whispered.
Mr. Parker hooked his finger gently beneath her chin and turned her face toward him. “I expect you to know your own limits. If you have a problem, tell me.”
I knew he wouldn’t continue until he knew he could trust her. He might’ve surprised her with the scene, but he wasn’t a monster.
“Yes, Master Parker. I will let you know.”
“Good. Now, it’s imperative that you remain completely still. I’ll only be using the flogger on the bigger muscles.” He took a step back and I heard the distinct sound of the flogger tails as they whipped through the air.
Mr. Parker was getting warmed up and my cock twitched with excitement.
“Uh…Master Parker?” Addison called out.
For a second, I thought she was going to back out. I could feel the slight tremble of her body against mine.
He appeared at our side again. “Yes, sub?”
Addison’s eyes darted up to mine briefly, then over to him. “Do I…uh…have permission to come?”
Mr. Parker chuckled at the same time heat slammed into me.
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