“There are some that do role reversals, but like I said, it’s trial and error.”
“But as the dom, wouldn’t you control the act?” I continued to watch the sub who was now on her knees, hungrily eying his growing erection.
Peyton pulled me away from the couple I was fixated on and led me to a back room filled with lockers. “From my understanding, I control what I do, knowing that it will please you. I would never plan on hurting you or punishing you because I get a rise out of it. There will be safe words between us in case I ever do push the line. I’m learning here with you, Lynn.”
Peyton took out his cell phone to text someone before we both dropped ours in the provided lockers. “There are reserved talking areas,” he said. He gave a gentle tug to the wristband I wore. “You need to wear this so others know we are only here to observe. Different colors have different meanings. If you want to watch any acts, remember we can’t speak during them.”
He laid his hands on my cheeks, his eyes searching mine. “Is this okay? We don’t have to go if you don’t want to.”
“No, I want to see. Just don’t leave my side.”
His lips crushed down on mine. I wasn’t sure if it was the excitement of what I was going to see or the fact this atmosphere made me horny as hell, but God, did I want Peyton and I didn’t give a damn who watched us. I wrapped my arms around his, deepening the kiss a few seconds longer before he pulled away. He fixed his pants and gave me a quick wink.
Dungeon masters patrolled the party; they served as security to assure that everyone was following the rules. Each wore a leather vest with a red X to identify themselves. The room was large, equivalent to the size of Quay where I first met Peyton. The room was dim, but I could still make out the people. I stayed glued to Peyton’s side, but my eyes wandered the room.
The high-top tables nearby were reserved as conversation areas. There was a long bar along the back wall, but there was no bartender, just bottles of water lining the bar top. Peyton caught me staring at the glass-backed bar area.
“Are you thirsty, doll? They don’t serve alcohol here to make sure nobody gets out of hand, but I can grab you some water.” I merely shook my head and we continued into the room.
An older gentleman approached Peyton as we sat at one of the high tables. He had to be the Dom in his relationship as his sub had a collar around her neck and a leash attached to his wrist. The gentleman looked directly at both of us as he approached, but she kept her head lowered.
“Haas,” the gentleman whispered.
“Albert,” Peyton replied, extending his hand to greet the man. His submissive didn’t move as she stood behind him. “This is Lynn.” Haas moved his hand to my shoulder. I smiled politely and didn’t speak.
“It’s a pleasure, Lynn. I hope you both are enjoying yourselves. There are quite a few scenes that’ll play throughout the night. The right side of the club is the hardcore stuff, and as you make your way to the left it becomes … less.”
I swallowed hard and reached under the table to find Peyton’s hand. I wasn’t sure how hardcore I could be. But I wouldn’t deny that I cared to observe.
“There are a few couches and tables around the vicinity that you may use to play with each other or others. Since this is the first time for you both, in the far back corner near the restrooms there are a couple of different small rooms designated for beginners. They are private rooms where you can be heard, but not seen. There are toys that you’ll see the main acts using that you can purchase and try out at your leisure in those rooms as well.”
He tugged on his wrist, bringing his sub closer. “Norma and I will be on stage soon. Make sure you come by and watch.”
Peyton extended his hand to Albert again as they said farewell. I smiled politely. Albert laid his hand on Peyton’s shoulder and whispered something to him. Once Albert and Norma were no longer within hearing distance, I finally spoke.
“I knew you were one kinky son of a gun, but this is a whole new world. How the hell do you know Albert?”
“He was my mentor in grad school. Is this too much for you?”
“No, I’m okay. What did Albert say to you?”
He laughed, and his boyish grin spread on his face. “He said you would make a good sub, very obedient.”
I slapped him on his chest. “Jerk! Is Norma his sub?” My hand lingered longer on his hard, muscular pectorals.
“She’s his wife. They’ve been married for twenty years.” He took my hand from his chest and brought my palm to his lips. My body ignited.
“I guess this works for them?” I said breathlessly. Goose bumps rose on my skin, the aftereffect of his lips on my skin.
“Yeah, I think so. Where to?” Peyton asked, tugging my arms towards him. My chest slamming to his brought his lips mere centimeters from my temple. He hadn’t been this close to me in months. My body temperature rose with his proximity. I shrugged my shoulder at his question, my words temporarily misplaced by the fire that coursed through my body.
Peyton held me close against his side as we made our way to the performance. We started at the hardcore end of the club. The first act was a caning, the sub bent over completely with her arms and legs strapped to the red painted St. Andrews Cross. The pale skin of her limbs was covered with bruises. I stood behind Peyton, using his body to shield me. The scene had already begun by the time we arrived. The Dom paced from one side to the other of the small stage, waiting for the perfect time to strike again. His hand rose high with the cane before he whipped her backside again.
“Four!” she shouted. Within seconds, a welt had built and blood had begun to drip. Ten seconds passed before he struck again. “Five!” she cried out.
My arms immediately wrapped around Peyton’s torso. This was too extreme for me. His hand grabbed mine and he turned to face me. I shook my head at the concerned expression on his face. These were all consenting adults, but this particular act was a bit much for me.
The second act wasn’t any better. The slave laid flat on a gurney, her legs tied back for the audience to see. Her mouth was gagged as her master took a long scrub brush, slamming it on her inner thighs before brushing her core. The violent act was too intense for my preference.
If the first two acts were extreme, the third seemed like a breath of fresh air. In this scene, the male was the submissive and his Domme had her male sub locked in a cage as she masturbated for the crowd. His eyes were glued to her pussy as she rubbed the massive vibrator over her clit. Her screaming grew louder and her sub opened his mouth. Pulling the vibrator away, she squirted towards him, drenching his face with her orgasm. Once she was done she rose and walked towards the cage. She tied his leash to his neck, making him crawl around the stage, then tugged on it when his bare ass faced the crowd.
“Stay,” she commanded.
She moved toward the box sitting atop the cage and pulled out lube and a long, thick dildo. Her heels clicked along the wooden stage as she walked towards him. Popping the bottle of lube, she opened it and poured the thick gel down the crack of his ass.
“Let’s go,” Peyton whispered in my ear when he realized what the Domme was about to do to her sub. I chuckled under my breath but followed him to the fourth act of the night.
We reached Albert and Norma. She was strapped to a St. Andrews cross, and another playmate was on the stage with them, licking Norma’s exposed core as Albert whipped her nipples. I was intrigued. My eyes couldn’t pull away from the leather whip that lashed over her breasts. Albert roamed the stage, his erection hard and straining against the fabric of his boxers.
Peyton’s arms circled around me, pulling my ass to his crotch. “What is it that turns you on? The female eating her pussy or the whip across her hard nipples?” His hand reached up and pinched my nipple over my bra. My breath came out in spurts and a slight moan escaped me. Peyton yanked me flush against his firm body, his hard cock pressed against my lower back. My thong grew damp with my arousal and a loud moan escaped my throat, matchi
ng Norma’s on stage.
The playmate was pushed away from the cross as Albert dropped his boxers and began to fuck Norma. Her wails pierced my ears. She moaned the word master over and over. My clit ached to be licked hard and as vigorous. Peyton’s hand lowered, playing with the hem of my dress. My ass swayed from side to side against his hard dick. Albert pulled out of Norma. The playmate helped him unlock the latches and Norma dropped to her knees. The playmate joined her as Albert stalked over to them, his dick glistening with Norma’s arousal. Norma and the playmate both hungrily sucked his dick until he shot thick spurts onto their faces.
My hands reached behind me, pulling Peyton closer, my mouth turning to where his rested on my neck. “Bring me to the back room,” I whispered.
His lips grazed mine and he winked. I followed him towards the back corner. Peyton stopped at the toy store and selected a flogger and straps to bind my wrists. I winced at the thought of being tied up. Flashes of what had happened crossed my mind. Peyton must have noticed because he pushed the items back towards the counter.
“We don’t need to get them if you don’t want to.”
My therapist’s voice was next to pop in my head. The relationship you have with your partner will be what’s most important.
“No, get them. I trust you.”
Peyton purchased the toys and ushered me towards the back room. I expected the vacant room to be like a bathroom in a club—dirty and disgusting. I was shocked when he pulled the door opened and it didn’t reek of cum and sweat. It was clean and scented with a honey fragrance. There was a small cot in the corner, a smaller version of a St. Andrews cross, and a bench. A tiny bathroom was attached to the seven by seven room, adding a sink and a toilet.
Once the door closed behind him, his feelings flashed across his face.When he looked at me in the dimly lit room, I saw desire. Pure animalistic hunger.
Peyton was gone.
Haas had come out to play.
He stalked toward me, his eyes lowered. I dropped to my knees, my head hung low, my chin pressed to my chest. If we were going to try this, I was going to give it my all.
“I need a safe word, Lynn.” His tone was authoritative and demanding. Hot.
“Coherent,” I whispered.
Unlike the time I was abducted and bound, this time I would be coherent. Fully aware of what was being done to my body. Though Haas would control my pleasure, I had the power to control how far he would take it.
I heard him fumble with his belt, and the rasp of his zipper lowering excited me. “Look at me, Lynn. I need you to focus on me. I need to be able to read your eyes, to make sure you’re with me. If I do anything you don’t want—”
My eyes snapped up to meet his. “I trust you.” I licked my lips when I noticed his growing erection.
“Suck my dick.” He stroked it as he moved closer to me. “I won’t be able to last otherwise.”
My mouth watered as I glanced up at him, then back at his bulging briefs. Tugging at the elastic waistband, I lowered them past his knees. “Don’t be gentle.” My hands locked around his rigid shaft. “I need Haas.” I licked the pre-cum that pooled on his tip. “I need the man who fucked my throat that first night.”
Haas gripped his member and lifted it, exposing his heavy balls. My mouth closed around one, my tongue flicking against it. He moaned with his head thrown back and his hand still stroking his shaft. I repeated with the other weighty orb, and then pressed my tongue to his engorged shaft, sliding it toward his paler tip. I swirled my tongue around the silky top, licking the perfect-shaped mushroom head. Haas’s hand gripped the back of my hair and yanked it backward until my eyes were forced to meet his.
“I plan on fucking a lot more than your throat tonight.” He growled. His head rested on my lips, and my tongue brushed the underside before he shoved his cock in my mouth.
We both moaned in unison. Hard as a rock, he crammed it deep down my throat. My salvia flooded him. I had missed him. Missed our passion and our hunger for one another. One hand held his hip as I bobbed up and down with my lips locking firmly around him. The other hand tugged and massaged his sack. My eyes were never away from his. Tears dripped from the corners of my eyes as I took him as deep as I could.
His eyes rolled to the back of his head and the grip on my hair grew stronger. He was close. I pressed my tongue flat against him, locking my lips around him. I sucked him hard.
“Fuck…Lynn…I’m…”
He couldn’t finish his sentence before I felt his velvety cum in my mouth. I didn’t swallow right I away—I held it in my mouth, letting his final tremors cease. When he pulled out I widened my mouth for him, showing him his cum before I swallowed, then opened my mouth wide again.
“God, your fucking mouth, Lynn.” He lowered himself, his tongue savagely invading my mouth. When I was breathless, he pulled away, his eyes devouring mine. He gripped my chin “I’m going to spank you.”
Haas rose, and removed an arm restraint from his bag of tricks. He reached his hand out for me and led me to the bench, where he pushed me forward until I was leaning over it. His hands ran up my body, locating the zipper of my dress. My skin became alive when I heard the metal on the zipper lower to my waist. The dress dropped to a puddle on the floor and he unclasped my bra. My breasts hung free and my nipples perked, begging to be touched. Haas reached under me and took a nipple between his fingers, flicking the ring pierced through it. My head leaned back with desire. I was so lost in his touch and being with him that I didn’t hear him take out the flogger.
When the first whip came across my ass, I cried out in surprise, then moaned in pleasure. He moved to the other nipple and followed it with another lash on my ass. My thong dampened between my thighs. Haas crouched between my knees and pulled the soft satin to my ankles. His lips caressed the places he had hit with the whip, and his hands caressed my cheeks, spreading them before his tongue licked at my soaked core.
“So fucking wet,” he said, licking his way past my tight, dark hole and up my crack. His fingertips ran up my spine, the sharp edges of his fingernails leaving a burning trail on my skin. When I felt another lash of the flogger on my upper thighs, I cried out his name.
“Fuck me, Haas. I need you.”
“Lie on the bench, Lynn. I want to look at that tight cunt of yours when you come for me.”
I propped my elbows so I could watch what he was doing. Finding my clit, he rubbed his thumb against it. He inserted one, then two fingers, letting me get used to it before he began to thrust. Peyton’s eyes were glued to mine, and my vision blurred as my eyes rolled to the back of my head. I needed to come.
A warm tongue flicked my nipple before his teeth bit on my pebbled flesh. His fingers didn’t stop driving into me, bringing me closer to pure ecstasy.
“Right … there … I’m …”
Haas pulled away. His fingers pulled from my core, and he brought them straight to my lips.
“Suck,” he barked.
My bottom lip trembled as I opened my mouth for his wet fingers.
“I control the desire your body needs, Lynn,” Haas said as he lowered himself so his firm erection lined up at my entrance. “I never want there to be anything between us, Lynn.” He slapped the tip of his head on my swollen clit. “Should I get a condom?”
“No … I’ve been tested and I’m back on my birth control.” I pushed down so his head penetrated me. “Fuck me.”
Haas took the flogger and whipped my nipple. “Greedy little cunt. I’m in control here.” He slapped it against my other nipple. My hand reached across and flicked my reddened nipple. There was a small welt growing on my fair skin.
Haas rubbed his cock against my entrance. “I want you to submit to me, Lynn. Trust that I’ll know what you want. That I’ll give you exactly what you need.” He gently pushed in. I bit my lip when his girth began to fill me. “You’re mine.”
“I’m … yours.”
When the words were out of my lips, his cock rammed deep insi
de of me. I cried out with pleasure, his long hard thrust taking me, filling me. He lashed the flogger on my breasts, my stomach, my hips. Each strike was harder than the last.
My core locked around him, hugging his cock with every thrust he gave me. Goose bumps rose on my skin; my orgasm slid down my spine. My eyes rolling to the back of my head when he pulled out of me.
He spun me around so my back faced him. I was breathless, aching for a release. The rapid movement had me dizzy. My face rested on the plush bench, Haas grasped my arms behind my back and bound my wrists together with the restraints he had purchased. I could only moan with each movement. He pulled my arms toward him as his cock shoved back into me.
“Please...” I begged. My joints were limp; I felt starved for an orgasm.
He began a ruthless pace, pounding deep in me, hitting the spots only he knew how to. Sex with Haas was anything but sex; it was a masterpiece, a beautiful work of art. Each move was never the same. Each position hit new highs.
“Give yourself to me,” he said before he cast another welt on my hip.
“I’m yours. Oh God, I’ve always been yours.” My voice pitched high.
“Will you leave me again?” He movements slowed as he rotated his hips.
“No … I promise.”
“I’ll find you if you do.” His hands crawled up my spine and coiled around my hair.
Tears dripped from my eyes as my body locked with the most powerful climax.
“You feel that? Your cunt hugs my dick so hard before you come.” His hand gripped my waist. “Come for me, Lynn. Fuck, you feel so fucking good.”
My walls contracted around him, each thrust causing me to scream louder as I let go. Haas dug his nails in my flesh, finding his own release. His hand released its death grip of my waist and found my clit, rubbing his thumb against my ring, adding pressure to cause another powerful climax. I twisted as my body twitched with bliss, milking the rest of his climax.
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