by Wane, BJ
“No, thanks, I have plans,” she replied. She was anxious to see Brock again. It was mortifying how much she had missed just being with him the last eight hours.
“Got a hot date?” Sue teased, her brown eyes curious.
“Something like that.” Lillian led the way out and then locked the door, hoping Sue wouldn’t pursue the matter.
“I get it. You don’t want to share any details. You always were a spoilsport when it came to your love life.”
“Unlike you who likes to tell every single juicy detail, I prefer to keep my personal life personal.” Lillian smiled at her as she got into her car and waved good-by before Sue could pursue the matter as she was wont to do.
Lillian drove straight to the club per her master’s instructions, her excitement and need increasing the closer she got. She didn’t know what she was anticipating more, being with Brock again or feeling his punishing hand on her ass and his thick cock invading her mouth or pussy again. She supposed she’d have to wait for either since he had strict rules about nudity and/or sexual activity being limited to the upstairs. Other than on auction night, all fantasy participants were delegated to either the private or observation rooms thus keeping the club/restaurant floor available to all members and patrons without distracting or offending anyone.
It was only five thirty when she parked behind the club next to Brock’s Mercedes. Lillian stripped in Brock’s office and went in search of him. Since the club didn’t open until seven, she wasn’t worried about encountering anyone except staff, and they had already seen her naked. She stopped short, however before entering the club area when she got to the end of the hall. Brock was seated at a table in the center of the room with three other men, joking among themselves and drinking a cocktail. Eric was behind the bar, but other than that, the room was empty. She hesitated going to him, more worried about interrupting a meeting than she was about the three men seeing her naked.
A hand on her shoulder startled her and she whipped around to see Kent behind her. “You don’t want to keep him waiting, Lillian,” he warned her.
“I didn’t want to interrupt them. Is he having a meeting?” She bit her lip uncertainly, her eyes straying back to Brock with longing. She couldn’t deny the need to simply be with him.
“No, those are just friends of his and all doms. They meet here occasionally after work for a drink before the club opens.”
Lillian nodded her thanks and made her way towards her master. When Brock looked over and saw her approaching, the smile that lit up his face and the pride in his dark eyes was all she needed to give her the courage to greet him in front of others appropriately.
“There you are, pet.” Brock held his hand out as she neared the table.
Lillian could feel the looks from his friends, feel the way they were blatantly eyeing her nudity, but she had eyes only for Brock. “Hello, Master,” she murmured, taking his hand and starting to kneel.
“Up here, pet. I want to hold you.”
Lillian was surprised when he tugged her onto his lap and settled her with her back against his chest, facing his friends. She relaxed against him, laying her head back on his shoulder, keeping her eyes downcast. It felt good to be held by him, comforting when his right arm slipped around her waist, so much so that she didn’t mind in the least when he then ignored her and continued his conversation with the men.
It quickly became apparent they were arguing good naturedly over a baseball game they had all bet on and after a few moments, Lillian relaxed enough to peak up at them.
They were all large, handsome men in their forties, and before she had met Brock, she probably would have been drawn to their natural dominance and arrogance. They didn’t try to hide the way their eyes caressed her breasts and pussy or the fact they found her appealing. She was beginning to understand that Brock liked other men admiring his property and she was more than happy to oblige him if it meant his pleasure.
When Brock had first seen her walking across the room to him, her soft round breasts swaying, her bare pussy beckoning enticingly, his mouth had gone dry and his first thought had been ‘Mine!’ The way his friends looks conveyed their lust made his cock twitch with pride and long for the day when he shared her with them. He allowed her time to relax and get used to having them look at her before he cupped her full breast with his right hand, rubbing his thumb back and forth over the taut nipple.
Lillian drew in a deep breath when he casually cupped her breast and had to stifle a moan as he rasped repeatedly over her nipple. The men never deterred from their discussion as he continued to knead her pliant flesh and torment her nipple before moving on to her other breast. She couldn’t prevent the flush from spreading across her face as her now hairless pussy revealed how excited she was getting. When he finally lowered his hand from her breasts, she was disappointed. She loved having her breasts played with.
Brock smiled, recognizing the signs of her inner battle. Her blush told of her humiliation as he stroked her luscious body in front of others, but the juices seeping from her pretty cunt announced her pleasure. He ran his hand over her soft stomach, enjoying the feel of her smooth skin. When she shifted just enough to shy away from the attention he was deliberately drawing to that part of her anatomy, he squeezed her side in a silent warning.
Lillian’s self consciousness over her waistline was forgotten when Brock lowered his hand to run his fingers lightly over her sensitive folds, drawing three pairs of eyes to her pussy. Both Lillian and Brock were surprised when her thighs fell open with natural ease, giving him undisguised access to her pink, moist flesh. Lillian gasped and arched into his hand when one long finger slid easily into her vagina then slowly withdrew to coat her swollen folds with her cream.
Shuddering in his arms, she closed her eyes, blocking out everyone except Brock and the feel of his hand between her legs. She couldn’t deny that having an audience enhanced her pleasure any more than she could deny that she would be unable to achieve this state of bliss with anyone but Brock. When he spread her lips, exposing her glistening walls and aching, swollen clit to the other men, she whimpered in unabashed need.
Brock wondered if she realized they had quit talking and that now all four of them had their undivided attention on her pussy. Somehow he doubted it. Maybe it was her quickened breathing and arching pelvis as he fingered her again or the way she closed her eyes and put herself totally into his keeping, trusting him to take care of her that made him believe she was oblivious to all else. Her splayed legs and that damp, soft flesh couldn’t be denied, but before he gave her pleasure, he needed to feel that flesh heating beneath his hand.
Lillian’s eyes flew open in shock and arousal when Brock pulled his fingers from her grasping cunt only to slap his open palm on her exposed flesh. With a startled cry, she jerked and then moaned as the sharp sting instantly bled into pleasure so intense she felt lightheaded. His fingers caressed the reddened flesh, dipped into her heated depths and rubbed her clit, bringing her to the point of climax only to pull away from her again and treat her to another hard slap.
Lillian shook with uncontrollable need, her hands clenching his arm, her hips lifting, accepting each stinging slap as her aching pussy grasped his fingers, trying desperately to hold him in. Repeatedly he alternated between slapping her plump folds then fingering her moist depths, over and over, until she was writhing unabashedly with need. Just when she despaired of him ever giving in and ending her torment, he slapped her hard and before the pain could ease, filled her with three fingers as his thumb pressed her clit.
Try as she might, she could no longer suppress the need to beg for release. “Please, Master, please let me come.”
“Come, pet, now,” he commanded harshly in her ear. “Let me feel you grasping my fingers, coating my hand with your precious juices.”
Lillian could no more deny his order than she could her own body’s demand. She let the pleasure consume her, didn’t try to stifle her cry as she shook with the encompassing need
and finally knew what heaven it was to come at her master’s hand.
When she opened her eyes, her body still shuddering from the aftershocks coursing through her, it was to see Eric at their table delivering her a glass of her favorite wine, his eyes filled with excitement, lust and longing as he gazed openly at her. He didn’t try to hide the fact he was openly watching Brock’s still damp fingers caress her red, swollen flesh.
“I thought Lillian might like this,” he said, reluctantly lifting his eyes from the temptation of her spread thighs to Brock.
“That was thoughtful of you, Eric.” Brock lifted Lillian off his lap, not bothering to hide the state of his arousal. “I need to see to opening up. I’ll see you guys later.” Picking up the glass with one hand, he grabbed Lillian’s hand with the other and left his friends and employee in a similar state.
Brock didn’t bother closing his office door before pushing Lillian to her knees and releasing his aching erection into her mouth. Grabbing her hair, he fed her his cock and fucked her mouth quick and hard without saying a word. The easy acceptance she had displayed of his friends presence combined with the feel of her coming apart in his arms pushed him to the edge, urged him to simply give in and accept what she was offering even though he knew it wasn’t real, couldn’t ever be real. Looking down at her now, her mouth stuffed with his cock and looking up at him with nothing but pleasure, he knew he couldn’t afford to let himself hope for anything more than these few days with her. With what he had planned, he gave her to the end of the week to realize that this was a fantasy better left alone, that there was no way she could actually contemplate living as his pampered possession, her sole purpose his pleasure.
“That’s it, pet,” he whispered harshly as he grabbed her head with both hands and thrust deep. “Take all of me, swallow everything I give you.”
Unable to resist the urge to cling to him, Lillian reached up, shoved his slacks further down and latched on to his clenching ass. Holding him close to her face, she took him deep, felt him tickle her throat and then savored the taste of him as he erupted in her mouth again. Swallowing convulsively, she drew every ounce of come from his sac, relishing every drop. She had never particularly enjoyed going down on a man before Brock, but with him she was soon discovering it was something she craved almost constantly.
As he pulled slowly from her mouth, she was reluctant to let him go. The need to hold him to her was growing too fast and scared her as much as it fulfilled her every fantasy. Sitting back on her heels, she looked up at him and once again caught that brief look of longing and contentment as he looked down at her before he quickly masked it with his usual indifference. Now that she knew, and accepted that this is what she wanted, to exist for his pleasure, it became her main goal to show him that this wasn’t just a fantasy being played out.
Brock adjusted his slacks before he could get hard again simply from that look on her face and turned to grab a garment from a package sitting on his desk. “I picked this up for you when I did some shopping today. Stand up and slip it on.”
Lillian stood and then lifted her arms obediently as he slipped the see through, pale blue shift over her head. “It’s lovely,” she commented as it fell softly to just above her knees, the soft silk fabric clinging to her breasts and buttocks.
“As you know, I don’t allow nudity or public displays of any sexual activity in the club other than on auction night, and that is limited to the stage. However, with you I’m only willing to go so far keeping to that rule.” At her smile, he simply shrugged unapologetically. “My place, my rules. While that hides nothing of your considerable charms, it does cover you enough that in the darkened club your assets won’t be openly displayed. Now come. You can bring your wine and wait at my table while I greet the guests already lined up out front. After that, I’ll get you something from the kitchen. I believe Jean-Luc mentioned preparing something special just for you.” With a hand at her back he led her back into the club and helped her kneel on her mat at his table before leaving her without another word.
Two hours later, Lillian sat contentedly at Brock’s feet, her head resting tiredly on his lap. Jean-Luc had fixed salmon in a wonderful cream sauce for her and Brock had insisted on feeding her every bite. The explosive climax and delicious meal had left her sated and exhaustion was creeping in. Brock’s hand caressing her head and hair wasn’t helping in keeping her awake, instead it was making it easy for her to tune out the noise from the club and simply be.
Brock had been visiting with Tony, one of the men who had witnessed Lil’s orgasm earlier and who had returned to the club with his longtime sub, Leslie. He ignored Tony’s smirk when he had given in to temptation and allowed himself the soothing pleasure of stroking Lil as she sat contentedly at his feet, but when Tony drew his attention back down to her, he was ashamed to discover her practically asleep.
With a scowl, Tony remarked, “You need to take better care of her, or someone else will.”
Brock reluctantly nodded his head, swallowing the urge to tell his good friend to fuck off. The truth was that, for as long as she was determined to live out this fantasy, it was his responsibility to see to her every need. “Point taken, which means I need to bid you both good-night. Leslie, it was good seeing you again.”
“You too, Brock,” the pretty blonde smiled at him.
“Come along, pet, time to get you home.” Brock reached down and lifted Lillian to her feet.
Even though it wasn’t ten o’clock yet, Lillian was grateful for Brock’s early exit. She had a busy day tomorrow and really needed to be more focused than she had been today. After retrieving her work clothes from his office, they left by the back exit where Richard was waiting for them.
Lillian stopped uncertainly when she remembered her car. “I can’t drive home in this, barefoot,” she said indicating her flimsy shift.
Brock tossed her keys to Richard. “Get her car back home, will you Richard? I’ll drive us back.”
“Sure thing boss. I’ll wait for you out front to bring you back here.”
“That won’t be necessary. I’ll be staying in the rest of the night.” Ignoring his employee’s surprised look, Brock ushered Lillian into the font seat of his car. “You’ll be fine dressed like that for the ride home,” he stated implacably.
Lillian was awakened with a hard slap on her ass again the next morning. She jolted awake, surprised to discover her hands were free. She remembered Brock ushering her up to bed, stripping the practically non existent slip from her and tucking her in before leaving her alone. Reaching behind her, she rubbed the sting on her cheek and peeked at her master suspiciously, wondering at the pleased look on his face.
“Good morning, pet.”
“Good morning, master. You seem pleased this morning.”
Grasping her arm, he hauled her unceremoniously out of bed and ushered her into the bathroom. “Hurry up so we can shower,” he instructed, ignoring her statement. “I want to play with you this morning.”
Lillian quickly used the facilities, anxious to see what he had planned. He joined her in the shower again, but unlike the previous mornings, he did nothing but bathe her and have her bathe him before drying them both off quickly. Lillian emerged from the bathroom to see a round bulbous object and a wide, black leather belt lying on the bed.
“I told you I went shopping yesterday. Let me show you a few of your new toys.” Brock led her to the bed and picked up what she finally recognized as an inflatable butt plug. “Do you know what this is?”
“Yes, I’ve seen them on line. It inflates, right?”
“Right. We’ll start slow, but by the weekend, I want your anus ready for my cock.”
Brock’s manner had gone from warm and playful to dominate and stern, and Lillian knew he was making sure this wasn’t up for discussion. Little did he realize she had no intention of balking from anything he wanted to do to her.
“Okay, Master.” Her eyes shifted to the belt. For some indefinable reason, the fact t
hat he had bought a belt to use especially on her made her feel special.
Picking up the belt, Brock ran his hand down the supple leather, caressing it as he watched her eyes follow his movements. Two inches wide and thicker than his dress belts, it was made specifically for whipping and when he saw it in the specialty shop he had to get it for her. “I’ll be honest, Lil. I have a flogger, a spanker and, as you know, a paddle. I also have several belts, all of which I’ve used on my previous subs. But, this is just for you. Whenever I wear it, you’ll know you’re going to feel it on your ass, and you’re going to love receiving it almost as much as I am going to love applying it, aren’t you?”
She looked from the belt to his eyes, her nipples hard and pointed, her pussy dampening noticeably, giving her away. “Yes, master. And will others know the significance of that belt when you wear it?”
Brock smiled knowingly. “Oh, most definitely, pet. And I can see that excites you also.” Brock’s cock had risen to a full erection as they stood there, but before he could bury it in her, he planned to use their new toys. Sitting on the bed, he drew her over his lap.
Lillian went willingly, adjusting herself accordingly, anxious to feel the plug and the belt both. She was startled, then quickly pleased when Brock smacked her ass first, peppering her buttocks with fast, hard smacks and raising a fiery hue in moments. Moaning against the onslaught, she lifted for each one, relishing the sharp pain and instant arousal. His hand felt wonderful smacking her bare cheeks, the sound of the slaps ringing out sharply as well as her cries. The heated pain quickly caused her pussy to inflame with need. On the verge of begging for release, he stopped and spread her buttocks before inserting two greased fingers. She moaned again, this time for the glorious feel of having him penetrate her tight hole again, the stimulation to those nerve endings enhancing her already stimulated yet unfulfilled cunt. How quickly she had come to enjoy being filled in that orifice by him.