* * * *
The restaurant was full of intimate diners, and Graham was amazed at how comfortable he was in the setting. Kennedy looked beautiful in a silky yellow dress that hinted at cleavage and worshipped the rest of her curves. He wouldn’t let her wear panties, slipping a small harness on her instead to support the plug. The harness fit between her sensitive labia and didn’t chafe, but he knew her clit felt the slide of the soft leather. She would be so ready for him tonight. The padded booth helped her to sit in reasonable comfort, and he had slipped her one of those ubiquitous washcloths to put under her because of her anxiety about soiling her dress with lube. Despite the plug and the harness, or perhaps because of them, she had participated in their date with enthusiasm. She told him about her early years and her lack of connection to her parents. He liked how she gave credit where it was due to the folks who rallied around her, but he also recognized her strength of spirit and determination.
Kennedy talked about her interest in business and how she had learned of her skill at supporting those people in charge. She didn’t long for that position herself, content to work behind the scenes. Graham was impressed with her loyalty to her friends and sensed the compassion and tolerance behind her acerbic wit and feistiness. Her face was so beautiful when animated, and he could see the lovely spirit in her. He never wanted to break that spirit but longed to free her from her burdens by making her his and taking care of her.
Graham became aware that Kennedy was staring at him in amusement.
“Earth to Graham,” she said.
“Sorry, honey, just thinking about you.”
She narrowed her eyes. “Right, what body part or what sexual act?”
Graham laughed. “Not about that, honey, believe it or not. Just thinking that you are as nice inside as out.”
Kennedy gave him a measuring stare but didn’t respond.
Over coffee, she said, “So, your turn, babe. Fess up.”
Graham concealed his stiffening from her and smiled. “Not a whole lot to tell, honey. New York State originally, came out here for college, decided higher education wasn’t for me. I’ve been on my own since twenty-two. I met Patrick at a BDSM mixer. He was teaching proper restraints, and it spoke to me. I’ve always been a take-charge kind of guy in the bedroom, and I guess I found my niche.”
As he hoped, Kennedy was distracted by the reference to his job. She told him she was sorry about him having no family because she well knew how that felt, and he chose not to correct her. He really didn’t have a family that he acknowledged, and he simply didn’t talk about them to anyone. Patrick knew a little because of something that took place where he got involved. Kennedy was alone, and for intents and purposes, so was he. They would make a good match of some kind.
“Give me the short version of what a shift entails, Graham,” she said.
“I train subs, honey, sometimes with a Dom, sometimes without.”
“Details, babe,” she insisted.
“All subs come with a file that they have filled out. They express their interests and preferences and note what they do not want to experience,” Graham said.
“So, are we talking about spankings, floggings, whippings?” she asked.
“Yes, and there are some other forms of discipline that provide erotic pain to enhance orgasm,” Graham added.
“I don’t really care what those are, babe. I want to know more about the sex part. I’m not having sex with you if you’re fucking other women.”
Graham didn’t mind the demand. He would have preferred to tell her that it had been his prior decision to abstain, but somehow her jealousy and insistence that he be faithful to her felt right.
“I haven’t fucked another woman since I met you, honey, and you can take that to the bank. I expect the same fealty from you.”
“No problem,” Kennedy agreed. “So, no intercourse, anal or vaginal, no blow jobs, no touching.”
“Honey, I have to touch. I told you I insert plugs. I also use dildoes, vibes, nipple clamps, clit clamps…” He trailed off at the look on Kennedy’s face.
“Holy shit, Graham. No wonder you like your job so much. Do you finger fuck them? Eat them?” she snapped.
Graham took a deep breath. “I might have to,” he admitted.
“Then we are done, Graham, sorry, but I can’t do it. It’s just too much for me. I’d be thinking about you doing it. And it would get between us when we are in bed,” she choked out.
“I’m not giving you up, honey,” Graham answered her, crowding her into the corner of the booth. He slipped a hand up her skirt.
Kennedy pushed him. “Quit trying to make me agree by seducing me, asshole.”
“Ten,” he advised quietly.
“Whatever.” She nearly spat.
Graham threw money on the table and forcibly escorted Kennedy toward the door. His libido was raging out of control at her rejection, and he wasn’t going to put up with it. He ignored the startled looks of the other patrons at his brusque behavior and realized that Kennedy had her public face on. He was indeed being an asshole, and he looked it. He forced himself to slow down and act fairly naturally.
The drive back to Kennedy’s was silent, and he could feel her fuming. He changed his mind and turned toward the club.
“Where are you going?” she asked, her voice thin and high.
“To the club,” he answered. “You need to see for yourself what we do there. It’s a service, a job, and the subs mean nothing to me other than being valued clients. The physical release I used to get was a fringe benefit. I won’t get anything now but knowing the job has been well done and the subs don’t get hurt by some wannabe.”
Kennedy remained silent, but he hoped she was processing his explanation. He didn’t know any other way to work at the club. Unless he just trained Doms and Jordan took the subs. Jordan liked training subs better anyway… He didn’t want to give up his job, although he might, for Kennedy. Crap. Pussy whipped.
* * * *
Kennedy watched Jordan put a fairly new sub through her paces. Part of her envied the woman’s ability to give up control and accept what he gave her. It was highly erotic. Intellectually, she supposed she could accept that the woman wanted to be well trained in order to be placed with a Dom. Especially when she didn’t have one to train her. Viva la capitalism. There was a job for every vocation that she could see. But her heart couldn’t accept the fact that it would be Graham bringing that sub to orgasm, working her clit with his fingers, maybe sucking it. She was amazed at how possessive she was. She simply couldn’t share. She didn’t see Graham exchange a telling look with Patrick and leave.
Kennedy forced herself to look at Graham and froze when she realized he had left the room. She looked to Patrick, who smiled at her reassuringly.
“Graham will be up next, replacing Jordan,” he told her. When Kennedy tensed, he added, “You can’t make a decision until you see him working, my dear, so if you care for him at all, give him this.”
Kennedy nodded and turned to stare at the monitor. Thank goodness the security guard had been sent on break. He had apparently worked there for years and had probably seen everything, but it still felt really awkward. Having Patrick there felt awkward, too. This was so personal, so intimate. Not like watching porn.
The screen filled with a shot of a young woman, wrapped in a thin robe, entering on the arm of a large, older man. Graham entered behind them. Even without audio, Kennedy could feel his imposing presence. It seemed to shore up the tentativeness exhibited by the other man, who turned to the woman. She immediately removed her robe and folded it, kneeling before him and setting the robe on the floor beside her. Graham clearly said something, and she adjusted her position. Graham looked like a Norse god in his tight leather pants, his bare chest glistening in the lighting, the single tail hanging from his waist. His hair was tied back the way it had been the night she met him. Now the sub was fully presented to both men, her breasts lifted, legs spread to show her ass and l
abia. Kennedy noted that Graham didn’t stare at her but coached the other man how to touch her for better display. He then spoke to the sub, who rose to walk to the cross-like structure in the center of the room.
Graham pointed out the restraints to the other man, who followed his instructions and effectively bound the woman. Graham showed him how to check the restraints. Kennedy then realized that Patrick was quietly explaining what was taking place as she watched. Graham modeled the use of the flogger and stepped back to watch the other Dom’s technique, stepping in only when it was needed. Patrick explained sub space to her and the degree of force subs required to reach it, as all were different and needed to be watched carefully. That was Graham’s job. No sub should be hurt if it could at all be avoided. Erotic pain was one thing. Pleasure had rooms where hard-core pain was provided, but Graham only monitored there. Kennedy was relieved. Patrick went on to say that Graham was the best with the single tail he had ever seen. He never drew blood, and the marks faded within a day or two. Subs apparently asked for him especially.
Kennedy observed the woman being pleasured with a variety of toys, but her own Dom, not Kennedy’s, administered it all. She was a bit startled to think of Graham that way, but there it was. Graham coached and watched and certainly he was not unaffected. Kennedy could see how his leathers bulged. But she wasn’t unaffected either. So, she mused, he could coach and watch but not touch. Maybe she could cope with that. Patrick was now watching her, looking a bit amused. She looked away so that he couldn’t read her thoughts. These Doms. They thought they knew it all. When the older man moved to fuck his woman from behind as she knelt, he gestured to Graham. Graham gravely shook his head and gave a tiny bow, then left the room. Kennedy understood that he had turned down a blow job. Oh, they had so much to work through.
Graham pushed into the security booth and locked his eyes on hers. Kennedy stepped into him and wrapped her arms around him, taking in his scent. He relaxed and nuzzled her hair, returning the hug.
“I can live with that, Graham. Can you live without what Jordan did?” she asked, her voice muffled by his chest.
“I can if Jordan is okay with it and Patrick has no problem. But, sweetheart, there will be times when I will have to touch…”
“Then make it fucking clinical,” Kennedy snapped.
Patrick laughed. “Jordan will be in heaven. He doesn’t have the patience to train Doms like you do, Graham. If you’re sure…”
“He is,” Kennedy informed him.
Patrick came to face her. “I would like to talk more with you about the PA position, Kennedy.”
Graham interjected, “Kennedy and I have some unfinished business, Patrick, so let’s have breakfast tomorrow and discuss it then, okay?”
Kennedy was startled but kept quiet as Graham put her up and over his shoulder and nearly ran down the hall with her. She could hear Patrick laughing behind them. Graham chose a room at random and punched in the code. Déjà vu. Kennedy found herself on the bed, her dress pulled up and off before she could take a big breath. Graham was then pulling off his leathers and opening the wardrobe, so she reclined on the bed in her bra and harness and watched his muscular butt emerge. She so wanted to pat it, but this was probably an eighty-five percent time.
Graham came over to her. “Roll over, honey,” he ordered.
Kennedy complied and felt him undoing the harness. The butt plug was gently pulled out, and she clenched on emptiness. It hadn’t been totally uncomfortable once she got used to it, and now she felt at a loss. The feel of more lube and a much larger hard presence at her anus made her gasp, and Graham smoothed a hand down her spine then held her firmly as he pressed and swirled a larger plug inside. This one was harder to adjust to, and she squirmed at the pressure.
“Relax and push back and out, honey. That’s it,” he crooned. “You look so beautiful here, I can’t wait to push my cock inside.”
Kennedy still wasn’t sure about anal sex. Graham was really well endowed. However, she trusted him not to injure her and really hoped she would like the sex itself. The feeling of Graham sliding the bigger plug in and out, twisting it until it was seated firmly, was kind of hot. She wiggled against the bed.
Graham immediately flipped her over onto her back. “Uh-uh, honey, you get to come when I say you can.”
Kennedy kept quiet only with great restraint. Eighty-five percent. She sure didn’t negotiate that very well. Graham carefully parted her labia and slipped something up inside of her. Between the new invader and the plug, she felt pretty full. The thing inside her pussy began to tremble, and Kennedy felt her eyes pop open, especially when Graham fit something over her clit and it, too, began to vibrate, but at a different speed than the one inside her. Holy shit.
Graham pulled her to her knees, his face dark above her, his eyes positively stormy with desire. He placed her near the foot of the bed, and his cock jumped in front of her face. Graham fisted his hands in her hair and held her head steady.
“Open.”
Kennedy obligingly opened her mouth, and Graham pushed inside.
“Close your mouth around my cock and don’t let go. If you do, you will wrack up a punishment. I’m going to fuck your mouth, and you will take it, do you understand, Kennedy? Keep your hands on your thighs at all times, or I’ll tie them behind your back.”
Kennedy nodded, or as much of a nod she could give with a mouth full of cock. The vibrating at her sex was making her lose her focus as it worked her toward the edge. Surely Graham wouldn’t mind if she let go when she came. It would be hard not to.
“If you come before I say you can, another punishment. And Kennedy, I’m not talking about spanking. You like that too much.”
Kennedy realized that she had pushed Graham hard tonight with her rejection and her demands. He was retaking control. She wasn’t sure she liked it, but on some level she was so aroused that her body was urging her to go with it. So she did.
Graham steadily fucked her mouth, at first with shallow thrusts, then with deeper ones. At times she couldn’t breathe as he held firm against the back of her throat, and she couldn’t get even a small breath through her nose. But she didn’t gag, and he didn’t hold firm any longer than she could manage. She wanted to use her hands on him, but she wasn’t ready to be tied up, so she refrained. She fought to stave her climax off and was glad she didn’t have to do anything to pleasure Graham because she couldn’t seem to focus. Graham tensed and began to ejaculate down her throat. Kennedy swallowed again and again, trying to take him all. He pulled out and stroked her cheek then pressed his thumb against her lips. He had been just the right height for her in her position, and while her jaw ached a little, her neck and back were fine.
Graham sat on the bench. He motioned to his lap.
“Get over my lap, Kennedy,” he told her.
Shit, she had forgotten his edict in the restaurant. Something about their conversation had bothered her, eluded her, but now wasn’t the time to think about it. She awkwardly made her way over to him, trying to hold the toys inside of her. Graham trapped her legs between his and shoved her head forward. His superior strength and intent kind of thrilled her. She was so turning into a pervert. The first smack stung like fury, and she whimpered. Graham grunted above her. He probably liked to hear her response. The next five came fast and furious and with no predictable pattern. Kennedy whimpered in earnest, and the remaining blows nearly pushed her over. She felt Graham harden against her thighs. The night was not over.
Graham lifted her and laid her back on the bed, her knees at the edge, her feet dangling toward the floor. The plug pushed deeper in this position and pressed against that damn vibrator. She couldn’t hold off much longer now that there wasn’t the spanking to distract her. Graham knelt between her legs and turned up the vibrator, his other hand that rested on her belly being the only thing that kept her from rising straight off the mattress.
“Why do you like blow jobs? And swallowing?” he asked, as her clit began to heat and
swell.
“What?” she managed.
“Blow jobs. Swallowing.”
“Oh God, Graham, please, I need to come,” she begged.
“Answer me.”
Kennedy took some deep breaths and tried not to come. She came apart despite herself. When she was able to open her eyes, Graham was staring at her. He sighed and shook his head.
“No self-control. A punishment is in order, Kennedy. And then you will answer my question.”
Kennedy found herself up against the bedroom wall. Her hands were secured above her head to hooks on the wall and her ankles tied to other restraints near the floor. Graham had removed the vibrators, but the plug was still up her ass and her position against the wall seated it firmly. Graham popped the front clasp of her bra and her breasts spilled out. The look on his face made her thighs clench. Gone was the slightly supercilious, disengaged mask he wore when he was teaching the older Dom. Graham was putting it all out there for her. She wondered if he would lose his membership in the society of Doms. Better not say that out loud. Her sense of humor always cropped up when she was apprehensive. Graham had something in store for her, and maybe she wouldn’t like it. Kennedy wished he’d get it over with.
Graham sucked her nipple hard, and it pulsed right to her apex. Her breasts had always been sensitive, but Graham knew just how to touch her. When he let go, she felt a pinch. Holy shit. He had clamped her. Holy shit. Kennedy writhed against the bite of pain and tried to shrink away when he repeated the process on her other breast. It was too much. She couldn’t process it and opened her mouth to tell him so when he blew across each sensitive nub. Kennedy shrieked at the sensation and gasped for more, but he withdrew.
“Blow jobs, Kennedy. Swallowing.”
Kennedy tried to resist and watched him reach out to tap her left nipple. The tiny sting reverberated through her and spiraled to her pussy. When he reached for the right nipple she gave up.
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