by Diane Leyne
“I guess I don’t feel so bad now that mine are on display.”
“You’re lucky your Max let you wear that much. You’ll find that a lot of subs have to go naked, or at least topless. Most of the visitors have jobs back home and can only play evenings or weekends, if that. They love the atmosphere and take advantage of the freedom to take their play to the next level.”
“I have to admit I’m pretty new to all of this. We’ve only played at home. I’ve never even been to a club before.”
“Really? Then you are really brave to come here.”
Aly shrugged.
“When you love someone…”
Andie laughed.
“I know what you mean. When I first was asked to get Club Libertine organized, I was shocked when I realized what the club was all about. And I was dreadfully curious to see what it was like in the evenings, but I was too shy. And besides, I didn’t know much about the lifestyle, but I knew that there was no way I could go out of the floor and pretend to be a Domme, and there was no way a sub could walk around on their own. So I took Duncan up on his offer to be my pretend Dom for an evening so he could show me around. And one thing led to another and…”
“And you two are happy?”
“Blissful. Say, if you like, I’ll ask Duncan if I can give you guys the tour tomorrow.”
“That would be wonderful!”
“I’ll ask. But we’d better not dawdle in here too much longer or he’ll spank my ass.”
“Is that a good or a bad thing?”
“Depends whether it’s an erotic spanking or a punishment spanking. Punishments hurt, and then he won’t let me come all evening.”
“Oh, I know what that’s like.”
They looked at each other and laughed. Aly realized that she really liked Andie and hoped they would be friends.
Andie handed her a plate. It seemed awfully full.
“Can you take this out to Max? I’ll bring Duncan’s.”
Aly was puzzled. She could carry two plates at a time, but it looked like Andie had only prepared lunch for the men. Maybe she and Andie would be required to eat in the kitchen?
When she walked into the dining room, her suspicion was confirmed when she saw only two chairs at the table. Max and Duncan sat facing each other and were laughing like old friends.
She walked over to where Max sat and placed his plate in front of him and then turned to walk back to the kitchen. She stopped abruptly when Max grabbed her arm.
“Where are you going?” She saw him smile at her puzzled look before he pulled her into his lap so that his left arm was around her back and her legs dangled over his legs on the right hand side. She looked up and saw that Duncan had Andie in a similar position.
She sighed as she caught Andie’s eye and winked before squealing. It was clear that Duncan had given her a pinch.
“So, Max, should we give these two minxes permission to speak during the meal?”
“I’m good with that, Duncan. Of course, my little sub will have to pay a price for the privilege later.”
* * * *
An hour later, Aly was full from the delicious food and almost vibrating with the level of her arousal. Once the food was finished, the men had kept the women in their laps. Max’s right hand got busy between her legs, playing with her clit and dipping inside her pussy all while keeping up a conversation with Duncan.
Unlike Max, Duncan made his sub come. Twice. Aly watched Andie try to hide it, but she couldn’t disguise how her body went rigid and her eyes rolled back. And Duncan did nothing to hide his look of satisfaction.
Max, on the other hand, just played with her, stopping every time she got close.
“I told you that you would have to pay for speaking privileges,” he whispered in her ear as he slid two large fingers inside her.
“Please, Sir.”
“Yes, pet. I’ll do as I please with my pussy.” He chuckled and then turned to Duncan. “It was great meeting you two. Hopefully we’ll see you both tonight.”
“Are you going to play? You can call the front desk to book some equipment.”
“Aly hasn’t scened in public before, and I want her to have a chance to see the place in action without worrying about having to participate the first time. I want to see exactly what you’ve got. The brochure was really impressive-looking. I think tonight we’ll just watch and then play back at the cabin. Tomorrow morning, I’ll book something. I’m thinking that we’ll probably use a simple spanking bench for her first time in one of the private rooms. I’m hoping she’ll be ready for her first public scene the night after. You looking forward to that, pet?”
“No, Sir.”
Max and Duncan laughed, and Andie giggled.
“I have to admire the honesty, but we’re still going to do it. Thanks again for your hospitality, Duncan. We’ll see you tonight.”
Max helped Aly to stand. He laughed as she smoothed her skirt down before taking her hand and leading her to their temporary home.
Chapter Ten
Max smiled down at Aly. She couldn’t see it, and he didn’t intend that she should. He knew that she was pretending to be his, but it all felt so real. The week in St. Maarten had been special, as he had slowly introduced her to more and more aspects of what it meant to submit and taught her what she needed to know to portray a sub while at the club. But he was becoming more and more convinced that she enjoyed, no, craved submission, even more than he’d believed.
He loved seeing his collar around her neck and couldn’t wait until their first formal dinner when she would wear the dress collar. He’d had the collars in his closet for a very long time. He’d let her assume he bought them just for this masquerade, but he had actually bought them for her back when they were dating. He’d planned on offering them to her that weekend they went away, the one that went so disastrously wrong.
The training collar looked good on her. More than good, actually, and what it represented made his cock want to stand up and salute. Just the thought of being allowed to train her was something he didn’t dare dream since their disastrous last date. He’d brought up his lifestyle too abruptly. He’d scared her, and she’d looked revolted. And then she was gone, off on her great journalistic adventure that had turned into such a resounding success. He was so damned proud of what she’d done even if he had missed her every single day and cursed the fact that he didn’t have the opportunity to work through what went wrong.
He’d originally thought that once she got back they could try again, but a year had passed, and when she came back, she’d seemed distant and not eager to see him, so he’d backed off and contented himself by continuing to pump Maggie for information, much like he did when Aly was overseas.
She was working even during their week in St. Maarten. She’d brought her laptop and had warned him she might have to work on Libertine Island. She had deadlines, and sometimes things came up. He’d accepted it. Some Doms expected a total power exchange and expected their subs to stay home and serve them exclusively. He was proud of her job and understood that it was part of who she was and would never ever ask her to quit for him, although he might ask her to stop going to war zones.
He knew that her job was demanding and took a lot out of her. She’d let him read some of her material that had not yet been published, and it just broke his heart. The writing was so rich and vivid she made him feel like he was experiencing the suffering she witnessed firsthand. The sick and the injured and the poor who had no other recourse, risking all to see one of the medical staff who were volunteering for Doctors Without Borders.
These were truly amazing people who worked for no pay in some of the poorest or most dangerous places in the world. And he was truly in awe of Aly, who had spent a year with them, going from location to location gathering the stories of the doctors and nurses and patients. He had no doubt that she would win a Pulitzer for the articles and that her book would be a best seller. He just wanted to be at her side, supporting her with pride, whe
n it happened.
One of the stories had reduced him to tears. Little Eliana who at nine years of age was responsible for looking after her little brother when she should be at school or playing with her friends. Little Eliana had died in Aly’s arms after being raped by rebel combatants in some far-off conflict. Aly had been dry-eyed when she talked about that experience. In fact, she remained dry-eyed and aloof for all of her war stories.
That didn’t seem right to Max. She said she had to be a detached observer and it was her job as a journalist to report impartially. She said that she was responsible to get attention for all the Elianas in the world and that her tears would solve nothing. He’d wanted to talk more, but she wouldn’t talk about it. He could see her emotional withdrawal, so he let her change the subject, but he wasn’t going to drop it forever. Every time she opened her laptop and worked one of the stories or made progress on her book, he could see the emotional toll it took. This was eating away at her on the inside, but she couldn’t let it out for some reason.
No matter what happened when they left Libertine Island, he would make sure that she got the help she needed. She’d cried the first time he’d spanked her, far too much considering the level of pain he’d provided. He’d known she was dealing with the emotional trauma from her job, but he was only now realizing just what kind of toll it had taken on her.
In his opinion, she needed to give in and cry out all the horror and fear and anger she had inside her on behalf of all the Elianas in the world.
He would do that for her, he vowed. And if she couldn’t let it out by the time they left, he would find a good therapist and she’d go if he had to drag her kicking and screaming to each session. She was a warm and loving woman, and he wasn’t going to let this eat away at her and change her. Her emotional well-being was more important than anything else in the world to him, and even if she hated him for it, he would help her heal.
* * * *
Aly dressed and presented herself to Max in the approved position. She found she was anxious for his approval, and when he nodded, she felt a jolt of happiness.
“Very good, pet. Now give me your hands.”
She reached out in front of her and watched as he fastened a set of leather cuffs with Velcro around her wrists. They were buttery soft leather, black with green trim, which she knew signified that she was a sub belonging to a Master who would not share. It would be a signal to others that they could not touch her without permission.
Max was careful not to fasten them too tightly, and he checked them carefully. The rest of her outfit, however, was not as comfortable.
Aly fidgeted. She was not fond of corsets, and she was convinced that Max had deliberately purchased this one a size too small. Or maybe two. The waist was snug, but it was the miniscule cups that worried her. A careless deep breath and she’d pop right out. And she had no way to put them back in.
She’d knelt at his feet at dinner, and he’d fed her by hand. It was a surprising sensual experience. She’d been self-conscious at first, but she hadn’t been the only sub being fed this way, and then she’d gotten into it and everything and everyone else had faded away.
Afterward, he’d let her visit the restroom, and then he’d fastened her cuffs together behind her back as he led her toward the playroom. She was scared and excited and worried that her boobs would pop out with her hands behind her and she would be unable to put them back if that happened.
Max had offered to take her to a club in Chicago before they left, but she wasn’t ready for it then. She wasn’t sure she was ready now. While she reveled in her private submission to Max, she wasn’t sure about doing it in public.
She looked up at him and saw the affection in his eyes. Surely he couldn’t be faking that. Unless he was an Oscar caliber actor, he felt something for her. She wasn’t sure it was enough for a relationship when they left the island, but maybe it was enough to start over.
* * * *
When they walked into the so-called playroom, Max realized that Aly was trembling.
“Cold?”
“Nervous.”
“Don’t worry. Tonight we’ll just be voyeurs. Although since I know you aren’t wearing panties, I may play with you a bit, but we won’t actually do a scene. I want you to observe carefully and quietly. When we get home tonight, we can talk about what you liked and what turned you on and what you’d like to try. I also want to know what you didn’t like and if anything revolted you. But remember, if something does revolt you, you still have to show respect to the folks who enjoy it.”
“I understand, Sir.”
* * * *
When they got back to their cabin, Max instructed her to get ready for bed while he looked over the goodie basket that the hotel had provided. He wouldn’t let her see what he was looking at but chuckled happily more than once. Aly worried about just what it was that Max wouldn’t let her see. She had a feeling that she might not enjoy their gifts as much as he would.
After they’d gotten ready for bed, Max had bent her over and told her to brace her hands on the bathroom counter. She’d heard him squirt liquid from what she correctly guessed was a bottle of lube followed by one of his large fingers massaging her tight rosette. They’d talked a long time ago about anal, and she assumed they’d attempt it on their aborted weekend away, but it seemed like this time, Max was determined to take her ass, and she found she wanted him to. She wanted him to take her body in every way a man could. She wanted to be his and to show him that she could submit. No, that wasn’t right. She wanted to submit. In fact, she was learning to crave it.
By the time he’d finished stretching her ass, first with one finger and then a second, she was moaning with need. How could he do that to her so easily? It was like his every action turned her on and she was beginning to crave his touch. She hoped that he felt the same as she pushed back against his invading fingers.
He rewarded her with a third finger. This one caused a kind of pinching pain, and he wiggled his fingers, stretching her further. She moaned in disappointment when he removed them, but they were quickly replaced with the plug, which he slid home before picking her up and placing her on her hands and knees on the bed. He pushed her head down and pulled her legs apart so her butt was high up and her pussy and ass were exposed to his gaze.
Quickly he mounted her, and she could feel his cock pushing for entrance. Her pussy was compressed with the plug, and he had to press hard to get his lubed, condom-covered cock inside her. The delicious friction almost sent her over the edge before he’d even taken a stroke. With a sharp slap to her flank, he reminded her that there was no coming without permission, but when he started moving, she found she couldn’t hold back. She felt her climax explode like a thousand fireworks going off at once.
With a muttered curse, he pulled out of her. She mewed in protest but found herself draped across his lap and his hand coming down hard on her ass. Over and over, he spanked her, never spanking the same place twice in a row. Instead of dampening her arousal, it stoked it as if each stroke shot a lightning bolt directly to her clit. By the time he finished, she was a mass of desperation. She just needed the lightest of touches on her clit and she’d explode again, and he knew it.
He flipped her back onto her hands and knees and pushed back into her. She tried to reach between her own legs to do what he wouldn’t, but he roared his disapproval. She was still wearing the cuffs, so he grabbed her wrists and pulled them behind her, fastening them together. Now she was completely at his mercy as he took his own satisfaction and left her hanging.
Pulling out of her, he disposed of the condom and unhooked her wrists.
“Go to sleep now, and do not, I repeat, do not make yourself come or you will not come again for the next forty-eight hours. One way or another, I will teach you self-control. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Now go to sleep.” He gathered her close to him, her back to his front, and Aly was surprised to find that she did sleep.
Sunday dawned bright and clear. Aly stretched and felt the butt plug from the goodie basket that they had found in their living room after returning from the playroom. Max had been like a kid in a candy shop looking through the various toys that had been provided.
It felt…strange? Was that the right word? She definitely knew the butt plug was still in there, and it seemed to be awakening nerve endings that had never been stimulated before. She wasn’t going so far as to say she liked it, but she didn’t hate it. Of course, it was a lot smaller than a cock, so she was going to reserve judgment when it came to anal sex.
She could feel Max moving beside her, and then he rolled on top of her. Aly smiled. It just felt so right to start the day like this. She just hoped he’d let her come.
“Morning, pet.” As if reading her mind, he added, “You can come whenever you want.” And then, without warning, he was inside her, his movements slow and languorous as if he had all the time in the world. This time, instead of hitting her like an out-of-control freight train, her orgasm built slowly, and when it hit, it was more like gentle waves rolling through her. It was perfect for a sleepy-morning lovemaking session.
Aly found herself drifting back off to sleep, but she woke up quickly when Max swept her out of bed and into his arms before carrying her into the bathroom and depositing her into the shower.
“Wake up, sleepy head. Time for breakfast and a workout. I’ll leave you something to wear for your session. You have fifteen minutes to get ready.” He slapped her ass hard before turning on the cold water.
* * * *
Twenty minutes later, they left the cabin. Max had raised an eyebrow when he saw what she was wearing, but he didn’t object. A few minutes later, they walked into the state-of-the-art gym facilities, arriving at nine on the dot. The gym was spotless. Walking up to them was a blonde god in light-green and navy-blue tight spandex shorts, corporate colors presumably since all the staff seemed to wear a variation of the two colors.