My hips have a mind of their own when she sets the whip aside, then moves her hands over her body, caressing her own breasts. She’s still fully dressed, and I’m praying to anyone who will listen right now that that’s about to change real soon. She begins to unfasten her corset, and I send thanks all around to whoever was listening.
The corset comes off, and her full breasts spill out causing my clit to throb even more than it was before. Fuck, she’s beautiful. Her hands move to the zipper at the side of her white leather pants, and she finally brings her eyes to mine. Well, that is after I sense that she wants to tell me something, and I pry my stare off of her rosy tipped tits.
“Paying attention?” she asks with a smirk.
“Yes, Mistress.” Funny. That doesn’t seem so hard to say anymore. Still wish I knew her name, but we’ll get there. I hope.
“You’re not to move. If you move your hips, I will stop. Do you understand?”
Not really. What are you going to do to me? What if I’m unable to keep my hips from moving? It’s not always a choice, you know. “Yes, Mistress.”
With a slight nod, even though her look was suspicious, she continues undressing. Within seconds, this goddess is standing before me, completely nude. I think I’ve died and gone to heaven. This has to be heaven. She’s shaved like I am—gotta keep up that maintenance—tanned, toned, and fucking perfect. There’s a small tattoo on her hip of a bird in flight, and her belly button is pierced. So. Fucking. Sexy. I’m glad she doesn’t have a six-pack. She toned, but not ripped like I am. I like my women more feminine, and she definitely fits the bill. A slight flare of her hips gives her the most perfect hourglass figure, and my body longs to be coupled with hers.
To my extreme and utter delight, she begins to crawl up on the bed until she’s straddling me. Oh yeah. I feel the heat radiating from her center, and I swear it takes all of my strength to keep my hips from bucking up into her. Take me inside, baby. Please.
Starting at my cheek, her hand moves down my neck, tweaking my nipples hard, before moving down between us. She takes my ‘cock’ in her hand, and guides it to her opening. “Don’t move,” she reminds me, then sinks down onto me. She’s so wet that the dildo slides in easily, and she moans in ecstasy. Of course that causes me to moan, all the while I’m still concentrating on not moving my hips.
She lifts herself, and then impales herself on me again, and I’m in awe. I watch, completely enraptured by the sensual movement of her body on top of mine. Her hips move with the grace of a dancer, caught in an erotic dance that only lovers know the steps to. Her breasts bounce in time with each thrust, and I’m about to lose it. Incredible. I’m usually a one and done kind of girl, preferring to give my partner multiples instead of the other way around. I’ve never had the patience to wait to get to this point. With Mistress riding me, an orgasm seems to just be ready at any given second.
“Don’t come until I tell you,” she rasps, obviously noticing my change in breathing. Great. First I have to concentrate on not moving, now I have to use the rest of my will power not to come. That’s impossible with the way she feels on top of me. Her hands clutch at me, fingernails digging into my stomach. Her breath hitches, and I hope she releases me soon because I’m not sure how much longer I can hold out.
She falls forward, her amazing tits swaying in my face. I wonder if she would stop if I sucked a nipple into my mouth. I decide to chance it, believing she’s too far gone to stop at this point. She gasps loudly as my lips lock around a taut nipple, and I suck hard. Her left hand holds her up, while her right hand tangles in my hair, pushing me harder into her breast. I show my appreciation by biting her nipple a little harder than I normally would. She bucks wildly, slamming her body down on mine hard and fast.
“Move!” she cries. “Fuck me!”
Don’t have to ask me twice! I do my best—arms and legs being tied up does not help me one bit—to give her everything she needs. My hips counter hers, and the sound of flesh slapping hard against flesh is intoxicating.
“Now! Come with me!”
Oh thank fuck! I let go with a roar that I have never heard come from my mouth before. But it’s completely forgotten as I hear her cry out, squeezing my tits painfully with those last few thrusts. I feel the warmth of her come wash over me, and the sensation makes me climax again. It’s the first time I’ve ever made a woman come like that, and if I had enough air in my lungs, I would puff my chest out in triumph and pride. But with my beautiful Dom collapsed on top of me, the most I can manage is a triumphant smile.
My only regret is that I am still tied up, and can’t hold her as she comes down from the peak of that incredible orgasm. Well, it was incredible for me. I’m assuming it was for her, too, with the amount of liquid that erupted from her. A small sigh comes from my lover, and she weakly reaches up to release my hands. Once I’m free, I immediately wrap my arms around her, and feel her tense. Not a good sign.
She gingerly dislodges herself from me, and rolls off the bed. If my feet weren’t still tied up, I would have attempted to follow her into what I’m assuming is a bathroom. I look down at my feet, contemplating the ramifications of untying myself. The game is over, right? Is it weird that that makes me sad? She walks back into the room before I even have the chance to make up my mind, and she seems surprised that I’m still tethered to the bed by my ankles.
Placing a warm washcloth on my tummy, she quietly unties the ropes, gently rubbing the redness that was left behind on my skin. I want to tell her that it doesn’t hurt, but her hands feel good on me.
“I got you all messy,” she says softly. Maybe it’s my imagination, but I thought I heard embarrassment and uncertainty in her voice. That can’t be right.
“That’s quite all right. I enjoyed it immensely.” I grin, hoping to show her my words are true.
Her silver eyes capture my two-toned ones. “So did I.”
The way she cleans me off, gently wiping at the red marks left by the whip, brings tears to my eyes. I didn’t expect the tenderness.
“Kiss me,” I whisper, then silently curse when her hand stills.
“I can’t.”
“Against the rules?” Shit. I didn’t mean to sound like that. So angry and disappointed. Especially when it caused shutters to block off every emotion in those now expressionless eyes.
“Something like that,” she says evenly, turning away from me.
“So no name and no kissing. What else should I know?” Fuck! Why can’t my mouth just shut the hell up? What I really want to ask her is when can I see her again. At this rate, my word vomit is going to kill any chance of that.
“Perhaps this lifestyle isn’t for you, Cassidy.” She kneels, and picks up my clothes. “Get dressed.” She tosses them to me.
“I’m sorry.” Her dressing pauses at the sound of my apology, but she says nothing. “Please, Mistress. I didn’t mean to upset you.” I’m still naked. I think I’ll refuse to get dressed until she forgives me. No wait. Until she forgives me, and agrees to another session.
“It’s okay, Cassidy. Not all of us are made for this.”
“I am! With you. May I see you again?”
She’s going to say no. I can see it in her eyes. Once again, my big ass mouth gets me into trouble.
“I don’t think…”
“Please!” Damn. Interrupted again. Maybe it’ll piss her off enough to bring me back just to punish me. “I have more to learn. I want to learn. With you.”
Mistress finishes dressing—I’m still naked—and reaches for her mask. “Okay,” she says finally, and I can breathe again. Note to self, remember to always breathe.
“When?” Shit. Eager much? I can’t help it though. I’ve never come like that in my entire sexual life. Nor have I had multiples like that. I could get addicted to the things she does to me.
“You have an open invitation here, Cassidy. Come whenever you desire.” We both smile at her play on words.
“How will I know you’re here?”
“You’ll know.”
“It’ll be you, right? I don’t want anyone else, Mistress.”
She nods. “It’ll be me. Now, you should get dressed, and join your friends.”
“I’d rather stay with you.” Word vomit. Scare her off why don’t ya.
She fixes the mask back over her face, hiding those amazing features. After securely tying it, she steps towards me. “You’ve learned enough for tonight, Cassidy. I’m sure by now Rand is finished with her ‘conquest’. Celebrate with her.”
“Promise you’ll be here again?” Jesus! When did I get so fucking needy?
She hesitates. “Yes.”
Okay, technically she didn’t promise, but I take it anyway. I don’t want to push her any more than I already have. Too risky. So I nod, and slip my shirt on.
“You’re welcome to stay in here as long as you need to. There’s a full bathroom through that door,” she informs me, pointing to the door she came out of earlier.
“Won’t someone else need the room?” And by someone else, I mean you and whoever else you pick to fuck. Thank god I didn’t say that out loud. Did I? Please, please tell me I didn’t.
“This is my personal room. No one is allowed in here without me. I won’t be needing it anymore tonight.”
Like a weight lifted off my chest, I feel like I’m actually floating. I catch her hand as she turns to leave. Bringing it up to my lips as gallantly as I can, I kiss her knuckles.
“Thank you,” I whisper. Meaning it with all my heart.
She smiles softly, touching my cheek lightly before walking out of my life. Yes, I’m being melodramatic. Why couldn’t we be like a stereotypical lesbian couple, and U-Haul it right then and there? Oh shit. Did I just fall for a dominatrix?
RAND AND THE others were sitting in the VIP section by the time I finally gathered myself enough to leave the Pink Room. I debate whether to tell Rand about what happened. For some reason, I don’t want her to know. Not because I’m embarrassed, but because it was personal. Something between me and Mistress. I don’t want to share her with anyone. Not even my best friend.
“Where have you been?” Rand eyes me suspiciously.
I shrug. “Mingling. Isn’t that what you told me to do?” I sit next to her, wishing I had another shot to calm my nerves. Rand sticks her face in mine and begins sniffing. “What the hell are you doing?”
“Did you have sex?”
Nosey! I wish I had been able to taste Mistress, but Rand isn’t going to smell the scent of sex on my face. She’s going to have to go lower for that.
“Did you?” I counter.
“You know I did.” She actually blushes. I remember what Mistress told me, and how it was Connor with Rand without their knowledge. But it still makes me feel dirty knowing Rand thinks she was with someone else.
“And?”
She shrugs. I wonder if we get that from each other.
“It was fine.”
“Just fine?” Yep. I am willing to talk about this with Rand if it means keeping her from questioning me.
“Yes, just fine. I know now that Connor is the only one I want to be with. I’m comfortable with him, and he makes me hot. That’s all I need.”
Shit. Mistress was right. Damn she’s good. Fuck that, she’s fucking amazing. Beyond amazing.
“Cass?”
I snap out of my erotic thoughts to see Rand waving a hand in front of me. Damn. She’s totally going to ask more questions now.
“Hmm?” Act dumb. I can totally do that.
“What were you just thinking about?”
A smoking hot woman that just fucked my brains out, and rocked my entire world. “Nothing.” Yeah. That’s believable.
“Bullshit. Where were you? Did you hook up with someone?”
“What’s with all the questions, Nancy Drew?”
“I thought you weren’t ‘into’ this scene?”
All right, Judge Judy. I’m not liking your tone. “You brought me here, and told me to mingle. Now you’re going to get all judgy pants on me just because I dabbled a little?” Okay, I dabbled a LOT, but I’m not about to tell Rand all that went on. Mistress is mine, and mine alone. I don’t want to share her. And, yes, I realize how that sounds, and I mean it exactly that way. I’m in so much trouble.
“Dabbled?” Rand turns her entire body towards me, completely ignoring all of her other bitches, um, I mean friends. “What happened? Tell me everything!”
“No way! I don’t expect you to tell me everything that went on with you and mystery dude!” Whoa! I almost let the cat out of the bag. I don’t think Mistress would be happy about that. I can’t believe the way I’m thinking. It’s like that spectacular woman whipped the coolness right out of me. Huh. Is that where the term ‘whipped’ came from? Whatever. I’m still cool. Damn it. Just smitten.
Rand rolls her eyes. Damn, did she always do that, and it’s just now starting to get on my nerves? “Fine. At least tell me what happened after I left. I don’t need details, I’m just curious what changed your mind.”
“I didn’t say I changed my mind.” Oh, but I did. My mind has been completely taken over by a beautiful blonde dominatrix. “Look, someone left a card on my table. It got me curious, so I asked the waitress about it.” Oh, shit! What if the waitress says something about Mistress? I look around (hopefully discreetly), but I don’t see her. Good.
“You got a card? Wow. I’ve only been here with Connor so we don’t get the ‘card’ experience. Couples, unless it’s specifically stated on the membership that they’re open to threesomes or more, are not approached.”
My best friend since elementary school is talking to me about threesomes as though it’s the most normal thing in the world. My head may explode. It’s not that we never talked about sex, but really we just skirted the issue. She enjoys hetero sex, I enjoy lesbian sex. That’s enough information for me about Rand’s sex life.
“But we know about the different colored rooms,” she continues, oblivious to my discomfort. “I’ve been in all of them,” she smirks, and my heart plummets. “Which one did you go in?”
“You’ve been in all of them?” That doesn’t make sense. Mistress said no one uses her room except her. As far as I know, Rand and Connor aren’t into threesomes. I hope.
“Mmhmm. When they’re not being occupied by others, we get to use whichever room we’re in the mood for. Different colors mean different things. Oh god!” she exclaims suddenly. “You weren’t invited into the black room, were you?”
“What’s wrong with the black room?” Curiosity temporarily overrules my heartache. I’m trying to regain my common sense over my insane jealousy. Mistress wouldn’t invite a couple into her room, would she? Not if her objective was to keep couples happy with each other. No offense to Rand, she’s awesome and cute, but I seriously doubt anyone could compete with Mistress.
“It’s just… for advanced participants.”
Hmm. I wonder if Mistress ever uses any of the other rooms. And let’s just shut that thinking down right now. I can’t think about that. It hurts. This can’t be a normal reaction, can it?
“No, it wasn’t the black room,” I confess. I have a feeling Rand will freak out as much as the waitress did if I told her the color of the card I got. “I don’t think I paid attention to the color. Just asked the waitress where to go.”
I don’t make eye contact. Rand can always tell when I’m lying, so I busy myself with looking for her. Is she still here? Can she see me? Is she watching me like she did before? Just in case, I sit a little taller.
“Well, what was in there? What did you do? Were you with a woman? Of course you were,” she answers herself. “That was a dumb question. But the others were good, so answer them.”
“No.”
“Cassidy!”
I cringe. It doesn’t sound as good coming from Rand as it did from Mistress. I don’t want to hear it from anyone but her.
“Cass.” I turn my best glare onto my best friend
. “I won’t ask you what happened in your room, you don’t ask me. Deal?”
“Why are you being this way? Are you embarrassed that you might like being a Sub?”
I stare at her for a long time. “I’m not embarrassed by anything I’ve done, or who I’ve done it with. Enjoy the rest of your night, Miranda. I’m leaving.” I stand before she can argue. I’m done here anyway. I doubt I’ll see Mistress again, and she’s all I want right now.
“Cass! I’m sorry!”
“I’ll call you.”
I MADE GOOD on my promise to call Rand the next morning. That was a week ago. We both apologized, but I felt a shift in our relationship. I tried telling myself that the shift started when she announced her engagement, but I’m afraid it’s been me. Something happened to me the night of her bachelorette party. The night I spent with Mistress.
I went back every night after that. I waited, drank, and waited some more. She never showed. I haven’t received a shot or a pink card since. Anger started to rise inside me. She promised. Fuck technicalities! She told me she would be there, and she wasn’t! And, yet, I still came back with hope that “tonight will be the night.”
It’s why I’m here now. Maybe I’m a glutton for punishment. Ha! Pun intended, I suppose. I’m a glutton for her punishment. Where the hell is she? There’s no way she didn’t enjoy her time with me. She couldn’t have faked how she responded. How hard she came.
I signal my waitress for another drink. My third since I’ve been here. I should probably pace myself, but it’s the only thing that makes the pain lessen. Shit. Being whipped by Mistress didn’t hurt half as much as her ignoring me does. Staring into my almost empty glass, I nearly miss the card laying on my table. I look up quickly praying to see her. It’s not. I know my Mistress’s body. The woman retreating from me has a nice one, but it isn’t the one I want.
I pick up the card. It’s not the first one I’ve gotten since becoming a member here, but it’s the first time I consider responding. It’s black. ‘It’s just… for advanced participants.’ Am I intrigued enough to follow someone else? Am I hurt enough? She’s not here. I’ll probably never see her again. Why shouldn’t I try something new? Someone new. My stomach turns at the thought of another woman touching me like Mistress did, and not in the good way. I flip the card around a couple of times before pushing it away. I can’t.
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