Longing: Club Inferno

by Jamie K. Schmidt

  Colleen crinkled up her nose. “I don’t like that one.”

  “I do. It shows the range of the collection.” She shuffled through the papers until she found it. “Put this one in too.”

  “Only if you tell me what they said to upset you. It couldn’t have been too bad, you didn’t call in Istvahn.”

  “I figured Nefertiti would get mad if I blew him.”

  “TMI—oh, who am I kidding. Good for you. Or good for him, rather. What did those skanks say to piss you off?”

  “They said Rita told them that Clint was fucking me on a bet.”

  “She’s out,” Colleen said. “I’m not standing for this petty high school bullshit. Please tell me you didn’t believe that crapola?”

  “Considering he’s had plenty of chances to pump and dump me and he not only didn’t, he came back for more”—Anya stretched—“of course not. But seriously, don’t kick Rita out. She’s more trouble than she’s worth. When I get that part instead of her, she’ll be out of here and she’ll take Cesare with her. Speaking of which, check this shit out.” Anya scrolled to her text messages and tossed her the phone.

  “Get out,” Colleen said when she read Cesare’s texts.

  “Let’s see.” Anya weighed her options in her hands. “I could give up amazing sex with a hot Dominant stripper sex god who worships me and wants me in his life for a rich Italian count who dumped me because his mommy told him to. Decisions, decisions. Money doesn’t mean shit. I’m staying with Clint.”

  “Good choice,” Colleen said, handing her back the phone. “It’s nice to see you happy.”

  “Speaking of which, I’ve got to meet up with Clint. Let’s do lunch tomorrow.”

  Colleen rolled her eyes. “Have fun.”

  “What are you doing tonight?” Anya said, pausing to look back at her friend.

  “Dante and I are teaching an advanced course tonight.”

  Anya thought back. “Not the erotic asphyxiation one.”

  “No,” Colleen said. “How do you know about that? It’s a little advanced for you.”

  “I’m not going to one of your classes. I’d spend the whole time trying to make you laugh.”

  “I’d have Dante beat you,” Colleen said. “No, this one is on whip training.”

  Anya whistled the Indiana Jones theme song as she left her office.

  Clint’s studio was open when she got down to Club Inferno, so she let herself in. He looked up and smiled at her, thumbing the remote on as she kissed him.

  It turned her into an instant sex fiend. Their hands were all over each other. Clint turned down the intensity and put her at arm’s length. Anya pouted.

  “Later,” he promised. “I’ve been editing the Switchblade videos for YouTube. They look great. Want to see them?”

  “You bet,” she said, wrapping her arms around him.

  He played them back. There was one where the boys in the band were whipping Dante’s girls and everyone was laughing. “I stopped when it turned into an orgy,” he said.

  The next video was a crowd shot of everyone drinking and dancing, including Anya and Colleen. “You’re both wearing way too many clothes,” Clint joked.

  “Pervert.” She elbowed him.

  “You know it.” He turned up the intensity on the vibrator.

  Standing up on her tiptoes, Anya moaned in his ear. He was turning to kiss her when a woman walked in with Master Micah. She was wearing a robe and a collar. Micah held the leash it was attached to.

  “Hi, guys,” Clint said. “This is my girlfriend, Anya.”

  She got shivers when he said that.

  “Anya, this is Dina, and I think you know Micah.”

  She waved shyly. Micah was shirtless and wearing black jeans. He had a sleeve tattoo on each arm and he wore glasses.

  “I’m going to set up the scene. Dina wants a video of her coming while being spanked. How much of Micah do you want in the video?” Clint asked.

  With an apologetic smile at the Dom, Dina said, “Just his hands, please, sir. I want to mostly see my ass and him spanking me and getting me off.”

  Nodding, Clint fiddled with the settings on the camera. “Micah, grab the fainting couch. I think that gives her enough room to stretch out.”

  While Micah pushed that into position, Anya got comfortable on a chair behind the equipment. She hoped she wouldn’t wince and be a baby when Micah whacked Dina.

  “Do you have any preferences on how you want to come?” Micah asked.

  “No, Master,” she said. “Whatever you decide.”

  “Good answer, pet,” he said, and helped her take her robe off.

  Dina was naked underneath and Anya looked away, hoping her embarrassment wouldn’t be noticed. Micah sat down on the couch and pulled Dina across his lap.

  “You got everything you need?” Clint asked.

  Micah held up his two hands.

  “Okay. Let me rig up the lights and I’ll tell you when to start. Dina, do you want music?”

  “No, sir,” she said. “I don’t want anything to get in the way of hearing his lovely slaps.”

  “You got it.” Clint went over to his equipment board and dimmed the lights so just a soft spotlight highlighted the couch. “Feel free to move around and get a better look,” Clint told Anya, with a brief kiss and a tickle across her clamped breasts.

  Taking a shaky breath, Anya squirmed as he upped the intensity on the vibrator. “Seven and eight, baby,” he told her, and the anticipation filled her.

  Her breathing was ragged as the pulse hit her clit with a throbbing lick that just wouldn’t stop. Toes curling, Anya fought the urge to pull Clint back for another kiss. He had work to do.

  “All right, camera is on,” Clint said, moving in. “At your pleasure, Micah.”

  Micah’s hands, instead of immediately striking Dina’s exposed posterior, just glided up her body. He poured oil over her back; the glistening wetness made Dina’s body glow under the light. He poured more over the curve of her buttocks and kneaded the flesh there.

  The first crack of his hand in the dim light startled Anya, as did the increase in vibration. It buzzed high enough that she almost cried out, but Clint lessened it immediately. Apparently he was making good use of the tripod, if he had a hand free to operate the remote.

  Micah’s hand flashed five times and slapped down on Dina’s behind. Each strike, Clint upped the intensity. The next crack Dina shouted in pleasure and Anya almost joined her. As Micah methodically spanked his submissive, Clint made sure Anya felt intense pleasure at each contact.

  Dina’s buttocks were red and bore Micah’s handprints. When she was panting, he dipped his fingers inside her. Dina moaned. Anya closed her eyes and concentrated on controlling her breathing as Clint increased the vibrator’s settings again. Dina’s cries were louder now. Anya jumped when Clint kissed her. She hadn’t heard him come up.

  “How are you doing?” he asked.

  The camera up on the tripod was filming Dina’s pleasure and Micah went back to spanking her harder and faster than before. But Clint filled up her vision. Anya was shaking from want. He was kneeling at her feet, and all she wanted was to open her legs for him to take her however he pleased.

  “It’s pretty intense,” she whispered.

  “Are you having fun?”

  Anya nodded. “I want you.”

  Flicking up her skirt, he kissed her knee. “Soon,” he promised, and turned the vibrator up to full.

  Anya gripped his shoulders as her climax shook through her.

  “Seven?” he asked.

  “Seven,” she said, sighing.

  He turned off the vibrations to let her recover. Dina was in the throes of passion now, begging Master Micah to let her come. He plunged his fingers inside her and as she got louder, he went back to spank her. The hard thwacks of his hand on her very red bottom sent Dina over the edge into a sobbing orgasm. In the aftermath, Micah smoothed his hand over her behind and then, when her cries quieted, helped h
er to her feet and into her robe.

  “Are you all right?” Clint asked her.

  Dina wiped the tears off her face with the back of her hand. “Yes, sir, just great. Thank you, sirs.”

  “I’ll edit this and have it ready for you in a few days.”

  “Thank you, sir,” she whispered.

  Micah put his arm around Dina and led her out of the studio.

  “Lock the door,” Anya said.

  “Most people would add a ‘please’ or at least a ‘sir’ after that,” Clint said, crossing his arms.

  Reaching into her handbag, she pulled out the DVD he’d made for her.

  “Locking the door,” Clint said.

  Anya got up and strode toward him. “I think turnabout is fair play.”

  Snaking an arm around her, he pulled her in close to him. “What did you have in mind?”

  “Can you rig up the camera so you can watch this”—she waved it in front of him—“and record me making you come?”

  “Yes,” he said, kissing her. “Hell yes, but why the change of heart? Or should I not press my luck?”

  “I want to experience watching it with you. Then I want a matched set of DVDs.”

  “His-and-hers orgasms?”

  Anya laughed. “Are you up for it?”

  “It’s a dream come true,” he said, pushing a lock of hair behind her ear. “What did you think of the scene I just filmed?”

  “It wasn’t what I expected. Micah’s hot in a tattooed Clark Kent sort of way.”

  “Watch it,” Clint growled, turning the vibrator on.

  Throwing her head back, Anya groaned. “I can’t wait to fuck you.”

  “You said that in the lending closet. I was impressed it went as far as it did with that prissy audience we had. I’m going to have to expand on your soft limit of public displays of affection.”

  “What can I say? You’ve turned me into a sex fiend.”

  “My work here is done,” Clint said.

  “Not yet, it isn’t.”

  “All right. I’ll set up the camera. You set up the scene.”

  Anya made him drag the same chair he’d filmed her in into the center of the room. The buzzing was at a background level. She was aware of it, liked it, but it was more like being petted than being stroked to climax. Still, the fire wasn’t banked, it was smoldering. He then pressed a button and a screen covered the ceiling. He placed the DVD into a projector, which he angled so it could show the recording on the ceiling. Anya saw her lips fill the screen.

  “Don’t start it yet,” she said.

  Clint set up the tripod and adjusted the lighting. “Tell me what you think,” he said to her, and went to sit in the chair.

  Anya looked through the lens. He was framed perfectly. “Take off your clothes.”

  “You first,” he said.

  Stripping off-camera, she stood naked, except for her vibrator and nipple clamps.

  “Those too.”

  Wincing as she stepped out of the apparatus that was around her legs, she took off the clips as well. Anya felt truly naked.

  “There you are,” he said. “Just as you were the first time you were here.” He shucked off his clothes and started stroking his cock. “Any time you’re ready, press play.”

  With a last look through the viewfinder, she went over to the projector and pressed play. Their phone sex banter filled the room. Clint leaned back into the chair and stared up at the ceiling, still idly stroking himself. She let that record for a few seconds before getting on her hands and knees and crawling to him, mirroring what he did in the video.

  Clint’s eyes locked on hers. “Hello, beautiful,” he said.

  Kissing up his leg, she rested her cheek on his thigh. He cupped her face in his hand, stroking her cheek with his thumb.

  “Something you want?” he asked.

  “Eight,” she said, and licked up his shaft.

  Holding her hair up, he guided her mouth over him. Anya hummed in delight as she moved her mouth over him.

  “Yeah,” he groaned.

  Sucking on him with long strokes, she concentrated on the tip while her hand rubbed the shaft. Meanwhile, she could hear herself coming on the screen while Clint licked her. Tasting the salty tip, Anya eased up so her breasts brushed his thighs, over the burning heat of his rod, and up to his chest.

  “I’m not handcuffed now,” he said, and hoisted her onto his lap, turning them and the chair so their sides faced the camera.

  Pulling her up, he leaned back and slid inside her. Anya clutched his shoulders for balance.

  “Ah,” she sighed. “This.”

  “Tilt your head back and watch yourself come,” he said. “I’ve got you.”

  Clint held her tight as she leaned back. She watched the movie where his face was buried deep within her thighs. She tightened around his cock. Her face was contorting as he licked her to orgasm. As she watched, Clint took advantage of her breasts. One tip first, then the other, he claimed them again with his lips.

  She listened to herself come on the video, realizing that she wasn’t so far away in real life. Holding Clint’s face to her breasts, she bounced wildly on him, chasing the orgasm that was just peaking for her. All day long there’d been a driving buzz against her pussy, and all she wanted was his pounding into her.

  “Clint,” she moaned.

  His fingers tightened on her ass as he guided her faster. She was afraid they were going to break the chair and then she just didn’t give a damn.

  “More,” she begged, and he gave it to her. She came with a scream that echoed through the studio. Realizing it was recorded, she sagged against him. “Eight. Damn. This was supposed to be for you,” she panted.

  “Oh, it is,” he said, easing out of her. He pushed her to her hands and knees. “Stay like that. I’ll be right back.”

  She looked dead into the camera and winked.

  He was back almost immediately and thrust back inside her from behind.

  “Yes,” she said, tossing her head to look at him. He reached around and put the nipple clamps back on her. “Oh,” she groaned, rolling her hips.

  “Now it’s my turn to come,” he told her, and pumped hard and fast inside her.

  Her hair was flying, her breasts bouncing, the weights tugging. She went low on her elbows and raised her hips to give him better access. His driving in and out inflamed each nerve ending that had been teased and stoked all day.

  She was chanting “fuck me” over and over again, and he was relentless. She came again, short seconds before he did, yelling just as loud as she had. He crawled over her, kissing her back, groping her breast.

  “I needed that,” he groaned in her ear, easing out of her.

  Helping her up off the floor, he held her hand and led her to the camera. “Nine,” she said into it, and did a thumbs-up.

  “You’re amazing and fantastic.” Clint punctuated each word with a kiss.

  “Come to bed with me,” she begged. “I want to fall asleep in your arms again.”

  “Okay,” he agreed, holding her tight. “Truth or dare.”

  She whacked him in the arm. “It’s my turn. Truth or dare?”

  “Dare.”

  “I dare you to make me come again. I want a nice round number. Are you up for ten?”

  He chuckled deep in his throat. “Ten more?”

  “Hmmm, maybe I should rethink that. How about, I dare you to sleep in late with me and then serve me breakfast in bed?”

  “Are you sure you don’t want to be a Dominatrix? You’re awfully bossy.”

  They got dressed, and he held her close against him as they made their way out of Club Inferno.

  “Hey, you can take the sex act if you don’t want to do the dare.”

  “I’ll probably do both,” Clint said, kissing her on the cheek.

  She was hoping he’d say that.

  Chapter Sixteen

  “Why didn’t you just blindfold me?” Anya stepped out of the car, her eyes pressed
shut.

  Clint guided her up to the sidewalk. “Because you wouldn’t wear the collar and leash that goes with it. If you’re not going to do something right, don’t do it at all.”

  “Ha-ha,” she said, reaching out with her hands. “I’m afraid I’m going to bump into someone.”

  He’d snagged her after her accessories class and said he had a surprise for her. And when they headed to the garage instead of the dungeon, she sure was surprised all right. She figured they were going to play some games that didn’t require pants. Instead, they were on a road trip. He had been nervous in the car and fidgety. Clint hadn’t even tried to make a pass or do anything kinky. His only command was that she keep her eyes closed.

  Stumbling on the sidewalk, she slitted her eyes open.

  “No peeking,” he said. “We’re almost there.” And a few minutes later, he guided her up stairs. Keys rattled and a door opened. “Okay,” he said. “Open your eyes.”

  Anya blinked at the bright light but found herself looking at an empty bar. The stale smell and the hint of grime confused her. She walked into the middle of the place and turned around. “It’s big.”

  “That’s what she said,” Clint joked. “Do you like it?”

  She nodded. “What am I looking at?”

  “This will be Añejo—unless the seller gets another buyer.”

  Clapping, Anya grinned. “That’s great. Did you put a down payment on it yet?”

  “Not yet,” he said. “But the agent is a client.”

  Anya crossed her arms. “You take dirty pictures of your real estate agent?”

  “No. I strip for her.” Clint gyrated his hips.

  Shaking her head, Anya looked around some more. It definitely had potential. “When do you think you’ll have enough money?”

  “That’s the thing,” he said, taking down one of the chairs from the table and sitting on it backward. “Probably by next year. But I’ve got to sit down and work on a budget. I want everything to be perfect.”

  “It would be a shame to see this building get sold in the meantime.” Anya frowned. “Want me to see if Colleen will buy it and keep it in trust for you?”

  Clint shook his head. “No way. There are other places if this one doesn’t work out.”