The submissive within yearned for one night of blistering-hot sex under the hands of a Dominant. Though when she had arrived in the suite, Elliott was nowhere in sight and disappointment had slid through her. Last night, he made her feel alive with sensation. He reminded her of the woman she once was—sexual, sensual, and seductive. Maybe she had forgotten how good it felt to be touched and commanded by a Dominant. She hungered to remember.
Mary observed the French doors, with views of the north and south side of the Las Vegas strip. The luxurious atmosphere provided the ideal, impressive location for the private play party, she thought.
Wearing a corset and lacy underwear, she sipped her wine, swallowing the woodsy taste. She liked the Victorian furniture Aces had used to decorate the room, even though now it was intermingled with BDSM stations set up throughout. Under the assault of the images filling her gaze, her knees weakened and her skin flushed.
The sounds of floggers slapping against skin and bodies rubbing together in sexual embrace made her stomach clench. This she had missed. And her body simmered in the hottest desire as she was being pulled back into a lifestyle she had loved. She took another sip of wine, and as the cool liquid touched her tongue, she embraced the memory of her introduction to BDSM.
In the dark BDSM club with the hard-rock music blasting through the speakers, Charles ran a finger down Mary’s arm, whispering in her ear, “Does it arouse you to know I could do any of this to you? Put you on any of this equipment.” He pressed his warm, masculine body against her back. “Bind you. Swat your sexy ass.” His voice lowered as he squeezed her bottom. “Fuck you like the woman you are watching now.”
Mary stared at the spanking bench with a woman bound to it, receiving an intense moment of lovemaking. The man behind her pounded into the woman with hard, unforgiving thrusts. She shivered. “Yes, it all turns me on.”
Charles’s low chuckle brushed across her ear. “Welcome to BDSM, sweetheart.”
Mary blinked out of the memory, wishing she was back in that time when Charles first took her to his old BDSM club, Chains. A public club that still existed in Vegas, but one Mary would never dare step foot into—not without Charles.
She’d driven by the club every once in a while and it still looked the same, except for a new sign that glowed in the night. Though even if the building hadn’t changed much, she had. She wasn’t the same daring, sexually charged woman she’d once been.
Last night, with Elliott, something had changed inside of her. Almost as if she was a newbie entering the lifestyle all over again. Feeling exactly what she had when she met Charles—a little lost and searching for something, even if she didn’t know exactly what that something was.
All she knew was that she was pulled to Elliott in a way that she couldn’t disregard. He had taken her craving to play again, a desire that was just simple thoughts, and turned it into yearnings. How he touched her, and saw the submissive within, left Mary wanting to be freed again.
Since the age of twenty, she’d lived the BDSM lifestyle with Charles, knowing that being a submissive was what made her happy. When Charles died, she went a hundred percent vanilla, even completely abstinent, becoming a different person.
When they had their children, their playtime at the club had taken a backseat until the kids were a little older and more independent. They mostly played at home in the privacy of their bedroom, until the kids were old enough for a babysitter, which allowed them to play for an evening out on the weekends. Returning to Chains was like they were starting all over again. It was fresh, new, and exciting. Those first few years back into the scene had been thrilling. While her desire to love someone again did not exist, she craved the excitement of sex.
With the kids older now and living on their own, she knew she needed to find a life without them. Her daughter, Cassie, was in New York, acting in a Broadway show. Her youngest son, Christian, was traveling the world with his girlfriend, and her oldest son, Calvin, was at Harvard, studying business.
Of course, she had her sister, Jennifer, who lived ten minutes away, and her friends she met for dinner every month, though none of them knew her true self: the submissive that lay within. They’d never met the woman that Elliott had seen last night. One whom Mary wanted to remember herself.
Those reasons brought her to the party tonight.
She moved away from the door and walked toward a flogging scene and then leaned against the wall, trying to focus on the evening ahead, not on her past and Charles. Missing him never stopped, never got easier, but it was time to see to her needs.
The blond woman in the scene was restrained to the chair. Her chest rested against the back as she knelt on the seat. Ropes were wrapped around her wrists and ankles. Her upper back and bottom were perfectly positioned for her Dom’s flogging, and he was coloring them a bright shade of red. The Dom’s physique appeared to be that of a much younger man; he wore black dress pants and nothing else. Obviously he was very studied in his craft as he professionally worked his sub’s body.
The man’s body was a bit too skinny for Mary’s liking, and to her surprise as he turned, she could see that his chest hair was salt-and-pepper, which was oddly comforting. She was beginning to feel a little more relaxed among the crowd—nothing turned off her libido more quickly than being in a club surrounded by people young enough to be her children.
She glanced around at the group of people also watching the scene. A nude woman was on her knees, sucking and playing with the cock of her Dom as he watched the flogging. Another woman sat on her Dom’s lap, leaning back as she rode him with her bare breasts bouncing wildly, as they, too, watched the couple onstage.
Drawn in to the moment, Mary squeezed her thighs together, feeding pleasure to her aching clit. Watching others experience pleasure sent a sizzle sweeping through her, and her lower body responded with a desire that had been unmet for too long. A sensation she’d all but forgotten. The slightest movement of air in the room tingled her skin, feeling like fingertips. It seemed to Mary that the activities of the people around her were almost purposeful, like an attempt to allure and stimulate her.
She shut her eyes, allowing herself to absorb it all. Her mind could not fight against the pull, wanting to experience once again what she now realized she missed. The dormant submissive inside her had longed for these images, delighted in hearing the deep sensual moans and slaps of leather, all the while inhaling the musky scent of sex.
“Watch them fuck,” Charles growled in Mary’s ear, dragging her hair over her shoulder and kissing her neck. “Watch them get off, and then I will fuck you even harder than what you are seeing now.”
Mary gasped, squirming both from his warm kiss and at the sight of the woman riding her handsome Dom. Up and down, the woman moved with hard thrusts as the man assisted her with his hands on her hips. Hours now Mary had been in the club. She couldn’t take much more of simply watching and not enjoying herself. “I want you, sir.”
Charles dragged a finger along the side of her neck. “Then play with your clit, Mary. Make yourself come when that sub does. Mirror their sounds.”
A harsh shiver blasted into Mary as she lowered her hand, sliding her fingers into her panties and swirling her clit. With each brush against her bundle of nerves, she reminded herself exactly what that experience had been like. Almost as if Charles whispered the order in her ear.
She shut her eyes and gasped as zings of pleasure engulfed her, then awareness drifted across her senses, drawing a buzz of electricity within. When warm, strong fingers slid over her arm, she quivered as the sensual sensation rocked into her body. She slowly removed her hand from her panties, unsure and uncaring if anyone had noticed her. They were most likely all involved in their own enjoyment.
A masculine sound at her back tsked. “No, darlin’,” Elliott drawled in her ear. “Don’t stop.”
Licking her lips, aroused by his deep voice, she did as he suggested and returned her fingers to her clit. This time she pressed over the
top of her panties, pleasuring herself. Opening her eyes, her gaze remained frozen on the woman bouncing on the thick, long cock, moaning deep in pleasure from the scene in front of them.
The sounds of skin against skin engulfed her. Her own body throbbed with their intensity. “Thank you, sir.” Protocol had not been established at this party, but she assumed attendees were to be respectful of the lifestyle.
“I’m glad you decided to come tonight,” Elliott said.
Mary knew she should face him, but somehow she couldn’t. Though she rejoiced that Elliott had joined the party and touched her now, her body burned in every sense of the word, as come sounded like a promise. “The offer was impossible to ignore.”
She swirled her clit harder as Elliott pressed his masculine body against hers. While the men at the party were older, most baring their torsos, some were attractive, but many others didn’t interest her. Mary was athletic and liked being healthy and taking care of herself, and she knew Elliott enjoyed the same. He held a powerful touch, and what she’d seen of his strong body was perfection.
“Are you enjoying yourself?” he murmured, rubbing his hard cock against her bottom.
She shivered, shutting her eyes against the heavy need in her body. “Yes, sir.”
He flicked her hair over her shoulder, dragging his mouth against her neck, and whispered in her ear, “Ah, but I think you could enjoy it more. Don’t you?”
“Most definitely, sir,” she rasped.
“You can call me Elliott, though sir works, too.” He nibbled her neck, not as if she was a stranger, but as if she was his prize.
She read his experience as a Dom in the way he touched her. He didn’t introduce himself to her with words known in the vanilla world. He introduced himself with his body. That spoke of a confident Dom who knew exactly what he was doing—and how to persuade her to be under his control.
His touch was like fire.
His lips set her aflame.
Admiring the feel of Elliott’s thick frame behind her, she could only imagine how amazing he would feel on top of her, and the way he commanded her without hesitation was nothing she could refuse. A skilled Dom knew how to get a submissive to surrender, and she was falling right into his command with a simple touch.
She wanted him.
Pressing her bottom against him, she rubbed against his cock. He groaned, low and deep. “Tell me what you expect tonight.”
Her hand trembled around her wineglass as Elliott continued to trail his finger over her arm. Not a simple touch. A bold move that said he wanted her. Her lower body clenched in unfulfilled need. She longed to experience a hard cock driving her higher. “To be freed.”
He pressed his cock against her bottom in a way only a Dom would do, a man that didn’t feel the need to ask permission to do so. “Freed under my touch?”
“If that is your wish, sir.”
His low chuckle sent a burning right through her, landing straight between her thighs. “Yes, that is my wish. Now come for me before we play.”
And, she did, just that easily.
As the woman riding the man screamed out in ecstasy, Mary broke apart, shuddering against Elliott’s chest. She wiggled her hips, moving against the hard cock at her bottom, quivering with her release.
When her body stopped trembling, she removed her hand from her panties and turned to him. Holding no control over her desire, she was absorbed by his potent stare as he drew her into his space. She ached for him to take her out of her mind and remind her what it was like to be owned by a Dominant, even if it was for only a little while.
He tangled his fingers into her hair and tugged slightly. She moaned and her body fell into his mastery. His mouth curved as he brushed his fingers over her cheek. “Ah, beautiful, we are going to get along just fine.”
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Below Elliott in the casino, the hustle and bustle of Aces restaurants and shops were a flurry of activity. In the suite, only the sensual sounds of BDSM play and soft chatter surrounded him. Tonight there was no rush of people. There was only a room filled with half-naked women and men, indulging their fantasies. People who regularly attended his parties, all of whom he knew personally. It wasn’t often a new member joined, unless they’d been thoroughly vetted. All people in attendance tonight had been playing at Elliott’s parties for years.
Most were between the ages of forty and mid-fifties, but the ladies attending tonight were mature women. Elliott had always preferred that. He never understood why some men lingered with women half their age. There was something beautiful about a woman who had lived life, gained experience, and knew how to please a Dom.
The men attending tonight Elliott had known from either business or over the years from introductions through other attendees at the party. Some were in committed D/s relationships, others were not. Not all played in public within the living room; many took to the bedrooms, bathrooms, or kitchen. But they all arrived tonight for one reason: They were enticed by watching others play.
Usually Elliott was, too.
Though now he favored the view in front of him. His cock twitched at Mary’s image wearing very sexy lingerie. She smiled up at him, and the world around faded as her face lit up the room. Christ, she was classically beautiful, like a woman out of old Hollywood. He was moved by her with an undeniable hunger.
She squirmed against him, and he growled low in his throat, sensing her inner strength. Elliott doubted her heated reactions were only from her orgasm, but rather because of her attraction to him.
When the woman bouncing on her Dom slowed her thrusts as he grunted his own release, Elliott slid his hands down Mary’s arms. She leaned in to him, and while he liked that, he noticed something odd. “I feel you trembling, darlin’.”
He slowly rubbed her arms, sensing how still she was, as if she were afraid to move or act, which contradicted his thoughts on her experience. She was an interesting puzzle, one he intended to figure out. “Do you always tremble like this after orgasm, or is this something new?”
Her gaze held his intently. “No, I don’t tremble after orgasm.”
“Why are you trembling now, then?”
She blinked once. “I’m not sure, to be honest.”
“Is it nerves?” he offered.
“No,” she replied with a firm voice.
Leaning down, he pressed his lips against her shoulder, hoping it would ease her shaking. Her soft skin was a pleasure he wouldn’t refuse himself. Her black corset hugged her body in every way it should, showing off her curves. The lace at the top was a deep purple and accentuated her round breasts, and the boning in the corset detailed the gorgeous lines of her body. He lifted his gaze to her eyes, which were surrounded by dark makeup, and this woman sucked the air from his lungs.
You are different…
He trailed a finger over her cheek, and his muscles were as tense as his cock. “You’re not a newbie. Tell me why your body is reacting so intensely.”
“I haven’t been with a Dom in a long time,” she said softly.
He gazed into those pretty eyes, peering into the windows of her soul. “Is there a reason for that?”
Her pupils had dilated, darkening her features. “I belong to another Dom.”
He dropped his hands, more annoyed that he had made a mistake by touching a submissive who belonged to another. But then he also remembered that Dmitri had said last night that Mary was unattached. He frowned. “Why did you not tell me that before I touched you?”
She recoiled, as if something cold had entered her. “My husband passed away.”
He sighed and moved closer, erasing the distance. Dmitri had mentioned nothing of this. Maybe there was a reason for that, Elliott thought. “How long ago did he die?”
“Just over four years ago.”
Elliott studied her, seeing the first hints of why her body responded with such intensity. A submissive had lost the man who commanded her. He tucked her hair behind her ear, not blind to how she squirmed. “I’m di
vorced,” he told her.
Mary’s features warmed. Perhaps she was comforted not to be alone in a shadowed past. “For how long?”
“Fifteen years.” Long years had passed as he’d waited to find his submissive, the one who would make sense out of his failed marriage. He’d married too young, and married a selfish woman at that. While he and his wife engaged in BDSM, she wasn’t a true submissive. She never gave him everything. Since then, he hadn’t fallen in love with a submissive or with anyone else. Lust, yes, but not undying love.
Mary’s gaze softened, a sweet tone filling her voice. “I’m sorry to hear that.”
He noted and appreciated her caring, though the slow shudder she experienced as he trailed his finger over her shoulder interested him more. “Don’t be sorry. We met in high school and married too young. We grew into different people who wanted different things in life.”
His ex-wife, Kate, wanted high society, and Elliott wanted a quiet life, surrounded by those who loved him. When he mentioned divorce, Kate was more worried about what she’d be getting financially than sad that their marriage ended. She had also taken as much of his money as she was possibly able to, at that time.
He brushed his fingers over Mary’s jawline, arching a brow. “Does it bother you that I was married before?”
“No.”
“Good,” he replied with a firm nod. “How about we leave the past where it belongs, then?”
She frowned.
He understood her sorrow, though he also knew the importance of living in the present. Hearing the sensual sounds around him, he played with a strand of her soft hair. “How many times has someone told you they are sorry for your loss?”
“Many times.” She sighed.
“Are you sick of hearing it?” he asked.
“Yes.”
He smiled and tugged on her hair, enjoying the way her breath hitched. “Then why would I say the one thing that annoys you?”
Her eyes searched his before the tightness in her expression vanished. “I suppose you’re right.”
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