by Grace Morgan
“It was an accident,” said Mari. “I didn’t mean to tease you like that.”
“But you understand, then, why I have to punish you?” Danielle asked.
“Yes,” Mari replied, almost inaudibly.
“Good,” Danielle said. “Then you understand that you’ve earned this punishment.”
She unzipped the back of Mari’s skirt and pulled it down around her ankles, exposing her bare ass, the skin tantalizingly displayed through the fishnets and tiny slip of a thong. Danielle drew the paddle back several inches and then suddenly, with a quick flick of her wrist, smacked it across Mari’s exposed skin. Mari gasped, and her body jumped involuntarily.
Lola mirrored her response exactly, as though it was she who had been struck. I squeezed her hip.
“She’s fine. And she can stop what’s happening at any time with her safeword.” I think Lola had already forgotten that detail. That implicit in the power exchange was the sub’s ability to halt everything just by speaking a single word.
Lola nodded and breathed a little easier.
Danielle raised the paddle again, and this time she delivered three blows in rapid succession. A low cry escaped Mari’s throat. She shifted her weight, trying to soothe the stinging sensation that was spreading across her skin, which was pink from the impact. Danielle reached around and released one of Mari’s breasts from the corset. For a moment, she circled her finger around the deep pink nipple that rose from her creamy skin, and Mari’s head tipped back, her eyes closed. Then Danielle pinched the nipple between her fingers, simultaneously smacking her again with the paddle. Mari’s eyes flew open and her whole body pulled against the cuffs, which kept her hands helplessly above her head.
“Apologize for being so damned tempting,” Danielle commanded.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Mari said desperately.
“I don’t believe you,” Danielle said.
She brought the paddle down rhythmically, the intensity and speed increasing with each blow. Her cheeks were flushed with the effort and her deep brown eyes never left her partner. Mari writhed against the wall, her moans growing louder. Her skin was red and inflamed, her head thrown back and her hair a wild cascade down her shoulders.
“Please,” Mari gasped. “Please, please, I’ll do anything.”
“Anything?” Danielle laid a quick, sharp crack against Mari’s thighs, and she cried out at the new sensation.
“Anything. Please, anything.”
“Good … girl.” Danielle punctuated each word with a heavy, flat blow and with each impact, Mari moaned.
Danielle laid the paddle down and pushed Mari’s hair behind her ear. She ran her hand down her back and gently brushed over the tender skin. Mari winced and inhaled sharply, but her body instinctively reached out for Danielle, looking to be soothed. As she softly massaged what she had just moments ago been punishing, Danielle leaned in to whisper something in Mari’s ear. Mari looked into her eyes, completely unaware of anyone else in the room, and kissed her deeply.
I took Lola’s hand and led her away, giving the women a moment to share in the intimacy of what had just occurred. She was quiet, her expression introspective and for a moment I was worried that I’d misjudged her. Neither of us spoke for a minute, and I was contemplating returning her to my apartment and continue the tour another night, when she turned to me. Her cheeks were pink and her eyes were shining.
“I want to see more.”
Heady satisfaction washed over me. I knew she was meant for this. Her intrigue went much further than the investigation she was here to complete.
All right, Miss Lola. Let’s see what other kinks you get off on watching.
“This way,” I said, leading her toward the door. When we were out in the hallway, I turned to her. “Tell me what you saw.”
“What do you mean?” she asked.
“I want you to take me through your experience observing their scene. What you thought, how you felt.”
“I don’t know if I really feel comfortable…” She averted her eyes.
“Lola,” I said, catching her chin between my thumb and index finger so I could look her in the eye, “the deal we made is that you belong to me for thirty days. We can take the sex at a pace you’re comfortable with, but talking to me about what you’re experiencing here is part of the deal. I know you enjoyed it, don’t make me cut this short.”
She squared her shoulders. “I was worried at first, and then fascinated. I wondered how far she was going to take it. And I was intrigued by seeing someone lose herself so fully in a physical sensation.” She spoke as though she was listing off story ideas to her editor.
“That’s good,” I said, “but what I want to know is what you felt.” I cupped her hip with my other hand and pulled her to me with more force than I needed. She reached out with both hands to catch herself against my chest. It was exactly what I wanted—Lola, off-balance and outside of her comfort zone. My fingers traced up her waist and around the curve of her breast. Her sharp inhale told me I was succeeding further.
“I...ah…” Lola swallowed, attempting to push off my chest. But I held her firm. She was in my territory, and I was in control here. Her attempts thwarted, she clung to me instead. That, I’m perfectly fine with. I didn’t question my thoughts, just rolled with them. “At the beginning I felt tense, like I was the one who was waiting to be paddled. All of my nerves were on edge.”
“Then what?” I brushed my thumb over her nipple, and it hardened under my touch.
“Then when I saw…” she trailed off again, her eyes closing as I circled her areola, teasing her through her thin top. She swallowed again. “When I saw how she began to relax, even as the blows were getting heavier, and I heard her moan, I felt…” I slipped my fingers under the edge of her neckline, holding back a groan at finally touching the delicate skin beneath.
“Felt what?” I asked, dipping my thumb lower to tease her raised, sensitive nipple.
“I was turned on,” she whispered. “I wanted to know what that felt like.”
“Perfect,” I said, abruptly pulling away from her and starting down the hallway. Her expression was a mixture of confusion and frustration. That ought to give you something to think about for a while. “Let’s see if anyone is in the set rooms.”
Lola chased after me. She’d switched back into journalism mode.
“You said that Mari could have stopped the scene at any time. Do you have a standard safeword for the club?”
“So that book did teach you something after all,” I said. “Our club safeword is red. If anyone says it, everyone is on alert.”
“What happens if someone doesn’t listen to the safeword?”
“That’s what those are for,” I pointed to the cameras she’d noticed earlier. “And we trust our members to take care of each other. No one would let a scene continue after they heard the word ‘red’. Or fuck, any unusual word that was being yelled over and over during a scene. If it didn’t fit, even if someone didn’t know it was a sub’s safeword, they’d grab a staff member or ask the Dom to pause the scene to check the sub.”
“And what would happen if a scene were going too far but the person doesn’t use a safeword?” she asked.
I stopped in my tracks. Relax. There’s no way she could know about that.
“It’s up to the Dominant to judge when they think a sub has been taken far enough. It’s their responsibility to stop if they think they’ve reached the limit.”
“Does that happen often?”
“No,” I said shortly. I was more of the strong, silent type to begin with, but when it came to things I didn’t want to talk about, I was a stone fucking wall.
Lola seemed to realize that she wasn’t going to get anywhere with that line of questioning, so she switched directions.
“Where are we going next?”
“If I told you that, it wouldn’t be nearly as much fun,”
I led her down a corridor off the main hallway. As the night
wore on, the number of people had dwindled, and there were only a few others wandering between the rooms. Out of one of the doors walked Carter, his arm around a woman with long, wavy red hair. He winked at us as we approached.
“Taking a closer look, Lola? I hope Burke has been a good tour guide.”
She laughed. “He’s been adequate.”
“You let me know if you have any questions. Sarah and I would be more than happy to show you a few things.” He squeezed the girl’s waist and she smiled coyly at Lola.
Back the fuck off, Carter.
“Not tonight,” I said. “In here.” I pointed Lola toward a door on our left.
The room was designed to look like an office. A large, smooth conference table sat in the center, surrounded by desk chairs. It looked plain and familiar at first glance, until you noticed the shackles on the arms of each chair, and the eye hooks in the center of the table. I’d seen more than one deviant CEO chained to that conference table, being disciplined for a disappointing annual report.
Right now, though, it seemed that we’d walked in during the middle of an interview. A woman with long, blonde hair sat at the table, her back straight and her hands folded in her lap. She wore a tiny black skirt with a demure collared shirt, buttoned nearly to the top. The man who stood over her wore a suit—a damn expensive one—and had the kind of perfectly messy hair that could only be achieved on purpose. He was holding a piece of paper in his hand.
“Let’s see here, Miss...Sorenson, is it? Your resume says that you worked at Allen and Marriott for three years, is that right?”
The woman nodded eagerly. “Yes, sir. I worked under Mr. Allen.” Slowly, she uncrossed and crossed her legs under the table, briefly revealing a flash of the red underwear she wore beneath.
“And what sort of duties would you perform for Mr. Allen?” the man asked, his eyes taking in her shapely legs and stilettos.
“Anything he needed. He was so overworked,” she said, pushing her hair over her shoulders and displaying her ample breasts. “It’s getting a little warm in here, don’t you think?”
In response, the man reached over and undid several of the buttons on her shirt, revealing the red lace that reached just barely over her small, round nipples. She gasped.
“Mr. Scott, I’m not sure if—“
He held up a hand, cutting her off. “Miss Sorenson, I was under the impression that you needed this job.”
Instantly she was contrite. “Yes, sir. I really do.”
“Well then I need to properly evaluate your skills. All of your skills,” he said. He grabbed the edge of her shirt and tugged, ripping off the last few buttons and exposing the pale skin of her shoulders and stomach.
“Of course, Mr. Scott. I understand.” She reached for his zipper, already straining to contain his massive erection. He pushed her hand away.
“No,” he said, grabbing her wrists and forcing them down onto the arms of the chair. “I’m going to need to see something a bit more creative from you.” Standing over her, he locked each wrist into its cuff.
“Now,” he continued, unzipping his pants and dropping them to the floor, “I’d like a demonstration of the excellent oral skills you noted in your resume.”
He stood before her, gripped his cock, and held it to her lips. The woman opened her mouth and swallowed him down like a pro. He groaned with pleasure as she slowly, torturously drew her head back.
He pushed himself back into her mouth, and she opened it wide to accommodate his thrusting. Her head bobbed back and forth as she pulled him in and out, her cheeks hollowed out from sucking so enthusiastically. As she took him deep once again, she gave a small moan and her hands pulled against the shackles, desperate to touch him. Or herself.
The man threaded his fingers into her hair, guiding her movements before stilling. The woman’s throat rippled visibly as she swallowed his shaft, and he closed his eyes, breathing harder with every movement. He pulled her head back slowly and her tongue flicked along the length of his thickness. Closing her lips around just the tip, she sucked vigorously, and he moaned at the unexpected sensation.
Having had her fill of teasing him, she fell into a rhythm, drawing him deep into her mouth and easing him back out again and again.
“Harder,” he said, his eyes still closed to focus on the sensation of her warm, wet mouth on his cock.
She obliged, moaning softly, her breasts heaving. His thrusts grew faster and faster, until he rocked forward, his body tense and straining. God, was there anything better than that? Letting go and coming down a bound woman’s throat? The man stood, panting, his hands still knotted in her hair, as she slowly pulled her head back. He sighed contentedly and reached down to release his partner’s hands.
Next to me, I saw Lola start slightly, as though she was coming back to life. I leaned in over her shoulder, my lips brushing against her ear.
“I think that’s enough for tonight.”
“Yes,” she said distractedly. “Of course, it’s late.” As she spoke, she ran her fingers along her neckline, tracing the tops of her flushed breasts.
Oh Lola. You and I both know that you’re not ready to go to sleep quite yet.
The elevator took its sweet fucking time, and when it finally arrived, I waved my keycard over the sensor and pushed the button for the top floor. I waited for the door to close, and then I pounced.
I pushed Lola up against the mirrored wall, pinning her shoulders with my hands while my mouth found hers. She gasped, then she kissed me back with equal intensity, her tongue searching my mouth. She tasted sweet and dark from the wine we’d had earlier, and the scent of her perfume teased me.
Lowering my head, I trailed my mouth along the side of her neck. I reached down to slide her shirt off her shoulder, exposing her firm, perfect breast. Keeping her pressed against the wall with one hand, I closed my lips over her rosy pink nipple, nipping gently. Lola inhaled sharply and pushed herself closer to me, desperate for me to take more. I circled her areola with my tongue, flicking it against her sensitive skin, and then bit her again, harder this time.
She moaned, hand groping for my cock, which was already rock hard and aching for her touch. Her hand curled around my shaft, and I stilled for a moment as my vision blurred while she began to rub and stroke me through the fabric.
“Don’t stop,” she gasped, reaching her hand inside my waistband.
I kissed her again, tugging gently on her bottom lip with my teeth. Her hand pumped my cock, which swelled even more, and when she reached down to knead and caress my balls, I bit her harder than I meant to. She cried out, but didn’t pull away. Instead, she increased the pressure on my cock, moving her hand faster. Fuck. Something as simple as a handjob, and she’s undoing me.
The elevator doors opened, and we stumbled out into the hallway. I waved my key again, unlocking the door, and shoved it open. Once inside the apartment, her fingers worked quickly, unbuttoning my shirt and pushing it off my shoulders. I pulled her roughly to me, my throbbing cock pushing up against her stomach as I filled my hands with her tits. She threw back her head, and I took advantage, lowering my lips to taste the soft, delicate skin of her neck.
I shifted toward the couch, guiding her down, loving how her skirt hiked up around her waist. I knelt, balancing a knee on either side of her hips, and freed my cock before tugging her underwear to the side. I had to release all the tension that had been building up between us since she first walked into the club.
“Spread your legs. I want to see how wet your pussy is.”
The words seemed to snap Lola out of her lustful spell.
“Wait,” Lola said, sitting up. “Wait, we can’t.”
“Lola…” I had never wanted someone so badly. I stroked her over her underwear, finding her swollen clit and teasing it gently.
For a moment I thought she would relent; her legs fell further apart and she pushed herself toward me unconsciously. That’s it, be a good little girl and let me fuck you. But then she stopp
ed herself again.
“No, Burke. You know why I’m here. This isn’t about sex.”
“Of course it’s about sex.” My tone was firm, but I backed off immediately. I would never push myself on an unwilling participant.
I sat back on the couch. How could she have so much goddamn self-control when I had next to none? Hell, I was the Dom here, and I needed to get my shit together and act like it. But still, there was no way I was going to get through the next thirty days without sinking my cock inside her. I had to use every temptation available to bring her around to my way of thinking. And fast.
Chapter 6
Lola
I couldn’t move.
A sharp stab of panic dragged me out of my restless sleep. My first thought was of the woman bound to the chair while the man had fucked her mouth. Burke wouldn’t have. I shot up to find myself trapped by the sheets that had tangled around me like a cocoon.
How did I get this wrapped up? I didn’t…
I looked over to the other side of the bed. Empty. I looked down at myself—still completely clothed, though the soft fabric of my nightgown was twisted around my body alongside the sheets. Okay, so at least there were no surprises there. I must have been tossing and turning all night.
Sitting up, I took in my surroundings. Burke’s bedroom, like the rest of the apartment, was sleek and austere. A crack in the heavy curtains let enough light in for me to see the door, which was still closed from the night before. I swung my feet over the edge of the bed and placed them on the dark wood of the floor. Hooking the curtains back, I looked out over the view I’d seen the night before. It was just as charming during the day, with colorful umbrellas shading the riverside cafes from the bright Austin sun, and crowded water taxis ferrying people from stop to stop. It wasn’t the worst place to live for thirty days.