by Chelle Bliss
I slid my hand up James’s pant leg, gripping the back of his calf, turned on by what I saw, but also scared to death. His fingers tangled in my hair as he stroked my scalp, maybe feeling some of my anxiety or lust.
My emotions were always scattered in places like this. It was hard to rationalize what coursed through my system when I watched someone else getting off while figuring what they were enduring was anything but pleasant. Yet it was. The noises she emitted made it impossible for me to think any differently.
“Are you still into sharing?” Anders asked James.
The thought of being with any of these guys had my head spinning—and not from excitement. I didn’t want them, not when I already had the only man I wanted. But I knew, back in the day, he used to be into that type of thing. He told me when he’d become a member at Taboo, he wasn’t above sharing a sub with another Master recreationally, or if that was what the scene called for and the sub needed it.
Whatever the fuck that meant. At no time had I been strapped to our bed thinking, man, I’d love some pussy grinding on my face. Hell, I never even thought I could go for an extra cock to fill some empty part of my body while James banged the ever-living fuck out of me. Maybe that was where I was different. I was a one-man woman. Even if we hadn’t been married, I wasn’t sharing him. Ever.
From the moment he told me about his kink, I made it crystal fucking clear to James that I wasn’t a toy to be passed around to his friends. He said nothing like that would ever happen because he didn’t share what was his anymore. Fucker better have said that, or I would’ve been out the door in a heartbeat.
“No, Anders. I’ve never shared her, nor do I ever plan to either.” He gripped my hair and pulled my head back so I was forced to look him in the eyes. “This one is only for me.”
I couldn’t stop the small smile from spreading across my face. “Isn’t that right, doll?”
“Yes, Master,” I said, kind of digging the dirtiness of the words and feeling totally in tune with our current surroundings. Plus, I wanted to show my husband that I could follow directions…at least sometimes.
I’d be lying if I didn’t admit it made my entire body tingle when he spoke those words. The man still lit my torch after all these years. I never would’ve believed that after more than ten years of marriage we’d still be going strong and that I wouldn’t have kicked his bossy ass to the curb. But I’d honestly never been happier in my life.
“Shame,” Anders said as James released my hair and I bowed my head again. “You did well for yourself.”
I rolled my eyes, and thankfully, no one could see since I stared down at the ground like the other women around me. “Fucker,” I muttered softly enough that I knew no one could hear me.
Anders reached down and fondled the breasts of the woman kneeling at his feet. “I would’ve swapped. Cat loves to play with new partners.” His fingertips wrapped around her nipples and twisted until she shifted on her knees and whimpered. “It could’ve been fun to watch the two beauties together.”
Yeah.
No.
Pussy had never been my thing.
I’d always been a dick girl.
Why the fuck would I want to “play” with another woman when I had the same parts and they didn’t impress me one bit. There wasn’t anything better than a hard cock, filling me until I couldn’t breathe. I didn’t need a girl sticking her tiny little fingers in me or licking my clit. There was nothing I wanted more than a hard dick or the thick fingers of a man working in and out of my pussy while the stubble of his hair rubbed against my thighs as he ate me like a man obsessed with pussy.
“Aria,” Rider said, glancing down at his sub. “Would you like to play with Cat? She’s lonely.”
Rider was… I didn’t even know how to explain the man other than slightly scary. He was bigger than James, with long black hair that fell just below his shoulders. His eyes were the blackest I’d ever seen, where the iris and pupil ran together, and I couldn’t tell where one stopped and the other began. His facial hair was a mix of black and gray, covering his lips almost completely. There was something about him that sent a shiver down my spine when he spoke.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Aria raise her head and look into Rider’s eyes and say, “Yes, Master.”
Well, all righty, then.
I guess he didn’t force her since he’d asked. But I wondered how many of the women around me ever voiced their disapproval? I knew that, in the lifestyle, no Master was supposed to force any sub to do anything. The relationship was about trust most of all, but it still gave me pause. Because let’s face it, in all walks of life there are assholes, and that meant that even a percentage of Masters are dickheads too.
How many of the woman, and male slaves, for that matter, were as vocal and feisty as I was with James? Probably not very many. I knew when I broke into my “I’m going to be a cunt today because fuck it…I want to” mode that James would pay me back with some cock and a spanking. Both things I loved. So it was a win-win for me. I think James just wanted to fuck the asshole attitude right out of me, and it always seemed to work.
Neither Aria nor Cat moved, waiting for their orders and permission like any good sub would under the circumstances. Rider stood first, moving away from the couch he and Anders sat on.
“Move onto the couch and lie down,” Rider told Aria, pulling her to her feet. “I want to watch Cat eat that beautiful, sweet pussy. No coming unless I say. Understand, li’l one?”
Men…such assholes.
That was bullshit. Seriously.
Like, who can hold off an orgasm when someone’s sucking on your clit and ramming their fingers in your cunt? I mean, let’s get real. Ain’t nobody got that ability. Nobody. I don’t care if you’ve done enough Kegels to make your twat the most muscular and controlled pussy in the world…you can’t stop from coming when someone’s latched on to your body like they’re drinking the best damn milk shake in the world, sucking and slurping the most sensitive part of your body.
Anders followed Rider to a set of empty chairs on the side of James as Cat and Aria crawled onto the couch. Looked like we were going to get an up close and personal show while the guys chitchatted.
I hadn’t gotten a good look at either of the women since they’d had their heads down since the moment I joined them. But I could see them fully now…every inch of their naked bodies. They were stunning.
Aria lay down, pulling her body so her ass was on the cushions, and Cat nestled between Aria’s legs while kneeling on the washable vinyl couch.
Thank God for fake leather. Times like these made me grateful to be on the floor and not sitting on something that’d probably had more come on it than any street-corner hooker.
“Cat,” Anders said as she started to move her face closer to Aria’s bare pussy. “Don’t stop until I tell you to.”
Cat nodded with a small smirk before pushing Aria’s legs farther apart and burying her face. Aria let out a loud moan, pushing her back deeper into the cushions and her pussy into Cat’s face.
James shifted in his chair, and I dug my fingernails into his skin, reminding him I was still there. It was like watching a porno but having it close enough that you could almost smell the arousal coming off the two women in waves.
I was a little bit jealous, if I were being completely honest. I knew James was turned on by what was happening right in front of us. I mean, he was a man. There was no way he could stop himself from being horny from it, any more than Aria could control her orgasm. I had to remind myself of that repeatedly as I sat there with the girl-on-girl action happening only a few feet away while the guys talked.
After they ogled the women on the couch for five minutes, Rider finally asked the one question I’d been waiting for. “What brings you back to Taboo, James?”
James
I paused for a moment and glanced down at Izzy. She clung to my leg, eyeing the girls and the stage area, even though she was pretending to stare at the groun
d. She never could follow orders, but I knew Anders and Rider weren’t paying attention to her anyway. If I hadn’t known Izzy better, I would’ve thought she was staring at the ground too. But she’s Izzy and never has followed directions. It was why we had so much fun together.
There were very few people that I trusted. The guys at ALFA PI and anyone I called family I trusted with my life and Izzy’s too. But at Taboo, with so many new faces and over a decade since I’d stepped foot through the doors, I wasn’t sure who still had my back except for the two men who sat next to me and maybe Hagan. They’d mentored me from the moment I became an official member at Taboo and never fucked over another person as far as I remembered.
Rider had an iffy past, much like Bear, but I knew he was rock-solid and trustworthy. I had Thomas run a criminal search on him before I arrived, just to be sure he was still on the up-and-up. If someone at Taboo had been pulling some shit, I assumed he’d know because trouble tended to follow him.
Anders was a lawyer by trade and seemed to know everyone at the club, taking on more than a few of them as clients in the past. He and I kept in touch over the years, getting together outside of the club for a beer anytime I made it back to Miami.
Even though we were friends, I wasn’t sure they’d willingly hand over information about another member. It wasn’t something that was typically done, no matter how much they may have disliked the person. What happened at Taboo stayed in Taboo, and no one wanted to get into each other’s business. But since I knew these men, and Matías was such a motherfucker, I hoped they’d help.
“I’m here looking for information on someone.”
This wasn’t the sort of place I was used to conducting business. Sex clubs were where I went to have fun and unwind, not question someone about the whereabouts of a criminal. But here we were, sitting in front of two girls going at it with Izzy kneeling at my leg as I started the questions.
“We were told that he spent time at Taboo, and I figured I’d come here to see if I could get any leads.”
Anders and Rider glanced at each other, but Rider spoke first. “If you’re looking for him, then he’s bad news. You know we vet every member very carefully.”
“What’s his name?” Anders asked, glancing at Aria and Cat.
They were going at it, and struggling, suffering Aria was biting her lip and slithering around the couch, trying to avoid Cat’s lips.
Poor girl. None of us was even paying attention to them anymore, and I knew Rider wasn’t going to give Aria permission to come anytime soon.
“Matías.”
Anders rubbed his chin and furrowed his brow as he pondered the name. “I don’t remember a Matías. Was he here lately?”
“Yeah. About a month back.”
Rider leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms, his expression matching Anders’s. “You got a picture of him? Because the name doesn’t ring a bell.”
I figured Matías, being high-profile and one of the top wanted men in the country, wouldn’t use his real name. But then again, there were stupid criminals everywhere…just not Matías. The man had evaded some of the best minds in the FBI, and they’d only caught a whiff of him after he’d already vanished.
I reached into my pocket before unlocking my phone and pulling up a photo of him. I handed it off to Anders, and Rider leaned in to take a look.
“Ahh,” Rider said and nodded. “I remember this asshole.”
“Me too. Complete dick.” Anders handed the phone back to me and shook his head. “He left because Hagan and I threw his ass out. What’s he wanted for?”
“Human trafficking.” In our community, that was a hard limit, and I didn’t want their subs to overhear.
Anders and Rider rocked back in their chairs like I’d punched them in the gut. It was something that could never be forgiven. Everyone in this club was here under their own free will to have fun and live out their every fantasy.
“Son of a bitch,” Anders muttered and scrubbed his hand down his face. “He was so rough with a few of the girls too.”
“Didn’t…what’s her name disappear?” Rider turned toward Anders and snapped his fingers.
“Victoria?” Anders answered quickly. “She did.”
“You think he had something to do with it?” Rider asked.
“Come on. Girls stop coming to the club all the time. It’s probably nothing,” Anders told Rider.
“I don’t know, but I’ll find out,” I told them, adding a visit to Victoria’s to my agenda before we headed back to the other coast.
If she was truly missing, Matías would be my number one suspect. “When did she stop coming around?”
“A few days ago,” Rider replied.
“No cops came by?”
“None.” Anders shook his head quickly.
“That’s a good sign,” I told them.
“We’ll see what else we can find out and let you know.” Anders stood up and stretched. “I think I should put her out of her misery.”
Rider laughed, smacking his leg, and followed Anders toward the ladies. “Ask Hagan on your way out. He handles all applications and might have something useful.”
“Will do.” I tipped my head and looked down at Izzy.
Anders grabbed Cat by the hair, pulling her lips off Aria. “That’s enough, girl. I have something better for you to fill your mouth with.” She climbed off the couch gracefully, still held by the hair, and followed him as he walked her toward the private room.
Rider stared down at Aria, still lying there with her legs wide open and gasping for air. “Did you come, li’l one?”
She licked her lips with her eyes glazed over as she gazed up at him. “No, Master.”
“Up you go. Let’s get you taken care of.” Rider had a devilish smirk on his face as he helped Aria off the couch.
“They’re hard-core,” Izzy whispered.
She was right. I used to be the same way, but time and Izzy changed me. It wasn’t a bad thing. Hell, I still tried to control her to this day. It was my nature. I was made that way.
“I know, doll. It’s a good thing you’re with me,” I told her, touching her chin and pulling her lips toward mine as I bent over. “It’s a good thing you have me.”
She laughed right in my face. “Babe, let’s be honest…it’s a good thing you have me.”
Thankfully, no one was around to see her display of arrogance. “Mind your place,” I reminded her, sealing my lips over hers and swallowing what I assumed was going to be another smartass comment.
They’d take my man card if they knew half the shit I’d put up with over the years from Izzy. But I loved the woman, and I’d do anything to keep her happy… Well, almost anything. She pushed my buttons as much as I pushed hers.
Her hand slid up my legs and came to a rest against my stiff cock. “You turned on by that?” she murmured against my lips. “By the girls?”
“I’m turned on by only one thing…” I wrapped my fingers around her chin and held her gaze. “By my wife.”
She tilted her head and gazed up at me. “Good answer.”
I moved quickly, wrapping my arms around Izzy’s waist and hoisting her over my shoulder as I stood. She grunted and wiggled against me until I swatted her ass hard enough that she yelped and finally stilled. “I think it’s time for me to remind you who owns you.”
“I’ll be good,” she said, but I knew Izzy didn’t understand the meaning of that word.
The woman would fight me if I told her the sky was blue, just because she wanted to be a thorn in my side and she loved to argue about everything.
I stalked toward the private rooms with Izzy over my shoulder and my hand over her backside, making sure no one got a peek of her beautiful ass along the way.
Even at our club back home, I never let her be naked in front of anyone. We mainly went there because I didn’t want to risk having a room set up at home and the kids wandering in there and catching a glimpse of all the contraptions. I wouldn’t even kno
w where to begin explaining any of it to them, and I knew Izzy would be at a loss too.
Hagan stood near the hallway with a big grin. “Your room is ready. Third one on the right,” he said.
“Is it the same as it was before?”
He nodded, and I kept walking because I had a feisty woman who needed a lesson and a raging hard-on that needed a hole… I wasn’t picky either. Depending on her fight, I’d use them all if she wasn’t careful.
When I kicked the door closed, Izzy lurched her head up and gasped. “I’ll be good,” she said, squirming out of my arms. “Come on.”
When Hagan had confirmed that the room hadn’t changed, I’d almost skipped down the hallway, filled with such happiness. This was the torture room, looking every bit like a medieval dungeon, and it usually scared the hell out of the subs. I had no plans to torture my wife, but it was funny as hell to watch her backtrack her smartass comments. But there were a few things in the room that were useful.
She slid down my body until her feet touched the floor. She reached up, caressing my face with her slender fingers and blinking slowly, feigning innocence. “Make love to me,” she whispered.
Oh, she was good. But her bullshit good-girl act wasn’t enough to get me off track.
“Doll,” I said, rubbing her shoulders and backing her up toward the punishment bench. “I’m going to show you just how much I love you.”
“Yeah?” she asked with a smile, but it quickly faded when she glanced over her shoulder and saw exactly what I was moving her toward. “You want me on that?”
“What did you make me promise?”
She licked her lips, and her eyes flashed with hunger. “You said you’d fuck me until I begged you to stop.”
I nodded and smiled as my cock hardened even more. “Now get undressed, climb up there, and assume the position.”
If I could pick one piece of equipment to put in our house, it would be a punishment bench. It sounded so much more sinister than it really was, at least in my hands. It was a metal, bench-like structure that had an adjustable horizontal bar for the sub’s stomach to comfortably rest upon as their ass was up and head down. It left every hole open and easily accessible for their partner to do with as he wished. It was perfect, and the cuffs for the wrists and ankles made the entire package complete.