by Alyssa Clark
“You don’t need to coddle me,” I snorted as I spoke. “If I do something stupid, put me in my place.”
“I’d like nothing more than to put you in your place.” Her lips twitched upward. “But you wouldn’t like that. I know it. All I ask is that you take a little bit of caution when viewing other people’s scenes.” She stood and straightened the tight skirt that she wore. “If you would like to experiment in a scene all you need to do is ask. I have had a few people already ask about you.”
I thought back to Nico, and I couldn’t help but glower at her. “I’m not gay.”
She laughed at me a little. “Mr. De Santego knows that. Don’t you worry. But he wasn’t the only person to ask.” She considered me a moment like she could see past my front. “She asked if you were looking for a submissive.” Angela didn’t specify who ‘she’ was but I had an idea. “I’m sure she would be patient enough to teach you just what it is to be a dom. If you wanted to learn that is, all you need to do is ask.”
I didn’t get the chance to comment, Angela walked out leaving me hung up on her suggestion. It left me questioning what I wanted, especially after all that I had seen tonight.
6
I started getting comfortable. I realized that as soon as I came into work and didn’t feel the same trepidation I’d been feeling before. This was beginning to become normal, I guessed. The more I was around it, the less it bothered me. Though I didn’t check the rooms as often just so I wouldn’t find myself looking at it more... and so that can of worms wouldn't be further opened than it needed to be.
That’s not to say I was making friends. I didn’t make that effort. As far as I was concerned, they weren’t necessary, not while I was still trying to dig myself out of the hole I’d found myself in while I had been locked up. The fact that I was getting comfortable was a good sign, or so I thought.
So, when I came in and found a clean monkey suit waiting for me at my locker, I didn’t think anything of it. I took it into the bathroom with me to change out of my street clothes. I came out with the jacket over one arm, struggling with a cuff. I never really liked having to wear anything that wasn’t just a t-shirt.
“Do you need help with that?” a female voice asked from behind me.
I didn’t think, I turned to her and offered her my wrist. That’s when I noticed who it was. Tabitha stepped closer to me and instead of buttoning the cuff for me like a normal person she went down to her knees to do it. She knelt in front of me as she buttoned the left then waited patiently for me to offer her my right wrist. At least she had clothes on, I guess it would have had a bigger effect if she were nude like the last time I saw her.
“What the fuck?” I said it without venom, more like a quiet surprise.
“I’m trying to help you,” she explained lightly as if she weren’t prostrating herself in front of me. “Don’t you want me to help you?” Her voice tugged at me, making blood rush south.
Fuck. I wanted her now.
I offered my other wrist to her, and she expertly fastened the button then looked up at me, her eyes felt like they were piercing me. There was something expectant there. She wanted something from me. It was a throwback to what Angela said about people asking about me. “What do you want?” I growled at her. I tried to play it cool and unaffected, straightening my collar and adjusting my slacks so my erection wouldn’t be too obvious.
She took a breath, her brows going up as she considered how to say what it was she wanted from me. I don’t know how much she knew about me, whether or not Angela had told her I was out of my element here. That I had no fucking clue how to give her what she thought she wanted from me.
“I want you to use me,” she said after a length. “I want you to take everything you want, use me.”
I leaned back until I hit the lockers, all I could do was just stare at her. I’d never been tempted so hard. “If you want me to just fuck you,” I started, because the way she said it threw me off, “just say so.”
“She wants more than that.” Angela was in the doorway of the break room, I hadn’t even heard the damn door open. “It’s not just sex she’s looking for, but I told her quite clearly that you hadn’t expressed interest in doing anything that was out of the ordinary. Apparently, Ms. Sullivan is not good at listening.” There was a disgruntled noise from the other woman. “This will require a punishment.”
That drew my attention to Angela for just a brief beat before I looked back down at Tabitha, her cheeks were flushed, and there was no fear on her expression. She wanted it, just like she wanted me to use her.
“Come,” my employer sounded stern as she spoke to Tabitha. “Let me give you your consequences.”
“Wait,” it came out of me without my realizing. I looked up at Angela. “You’re gonna show me how to do this shit.”
Shit went fast after that, though Angela looked surprised she didn’t make any effort talk me out of it. The club hadn’t opened, we still had a little over thirty minutes before we would start to let customers in. Angela led the way to the first room, and I stepped in, feeling disjointed and unsure. I stood by the door, watching as she took things off the walls with the intent to use them on Tabitha.
“Strip,” she barked as if she were a CO.
What struck me was that Tabitha followed the order as if it were second nature. She had the modest dress she had been wearing down around her ankles in a flash. I didn’t even get the chance to enjoy the look of her in her bra and panties, they were off to join the pile at her feet.
“Bend over the railing on the bed,” Angela spoke as she moved out of the way. “Ass in the air, hands reaching for the headboard.”
Tabitha did it without complaint, even when she had to lean on the cold metal. Her eyes connected with mine and I felt my mouth go dry as she adjusted herself so that she was on her toes. I didn’t even pay attention to Angela while she cuffed her wrists to the headboard, I was too caught up in the picture in front of me.
“You don’t get to cum tonight,” it was hissed, and it was enough to draw my attention away from Tabitha.
“What?” I interjected.
“It’s part of the punishment,” Angela explained as she toyed with the pommel of a paddle. It has a broad, flat head with holes in it. “Do you want to spank her or shall I?”
I wasn’t into the idea of hitting a woman. “How is this not abuse?”
“You aren’t going to hit her with the intent to maim, you’re spanking her to teach her a lesson,” Angela said coolly. “You don’t hit her so hard that she’s going to be bruised, making her ass red and making it hard for her to sit.” She gestured to the bare ass in front of the both of us before she took a swing.
The clap of wood on flesh seemed to echo through the room. The cry that followed definitely echoed through me. It was like the noise she made when I was between her knees. It wasn’t pained, it wasn’t desperate. It wasn’t the reaction I expected.
Angela struck Tabitha harder on the next swing.
I flinched at the noise Tabitha made, it was like a shout that trickled into a moan. Her eyes rolled back before she buried her face against the bed. It sounded and looked like she enjoyed it.
“Take this.” Angela offered me the paddle now. “It’s important that when you spank her, you let go of any anger you might have. Having negative emotions in you while you’re doling out punishment can be dangerous to her. Strive to just make the skin pink at first.” She stepped out of the way and waved me forward. “Once you get used to using it you can swing with more force.”
I looked at the paddle, listening to her instruction carefully. “Why do this?” I could see how having power over another person was hot, I could see how the position Tabitha was in would tempt a man. But hurting her? Why?
“Because she wants this,” Angela said evenly. “If she rebels against you, if she challenges your word, it's because she wants this. There’s a rush from knowing you’re in trouble, there is adrenaline and endorphins from the pain. I
could go on, do you need me to?”
“And you want me to do this to you?” I asked Tabitha because I knew she knew shit about me.
“Yes,” she hissed it, her hips shifting and rolling against the metal frame.
“So you want an ex-con beating you and using you?” Her head perked up at that, and she looked back at me, she was just now realizing how much she didn’t know about me. “Still want to give me that kind of power?”
I decided I didn’t want to wait for her answer, I didn’t want the rejection. Instead, I swatted her hard. I was rewarded with a gasp as I considered how I felt about all of this. “What’s keeping me from using you and doing serious damage? What are you going to do if I hurt you?” I hit her again, with a bit more force.
She rocked forward with it and seemed to tremble with the force of it. I started to prepare for another swing, but she cut me off when she spoke, “You wouldn’t.” There wasn’t any accusation to her voice. It was just like she knew. “You’re not that type of person.”
That was enough to make me hesitate.
She didn’t know me at all. I wasn’t that kind of asshole... But, the fact that she could see through me enough to know I wouldn’t go out of my way to hurt her was enough to make me stop. I couldn’t hit her again.
“She got to you too easily,” Angela hummed from the doorway. She had taken up watch, I guess making sure I wasn’t going to go too far.
I only spared her a glance. “I don’t know what you’re going on about.”
“She won you over too easily,” she shrugged as if it were no big deal. “If you let her figure you out way too soon then you will be hopeless.” What the fuck was that supposed to mean? “Give her another lick so you can leave it at five, then you can decide what else you might need to do to further demean her.” She turned and left us in the room together without any further instruction.
I didn’t know how to take her tone, but I went ahead and gave Tabitha another sound smack on her ass. She cried out in response but didn’t seem to offer any sort of objections at the thought of being further ‘demeaned’ by me. Was this what this really was about? Giving her things that she wanted, but shouldn’t?
The door was closed, and I was left there with Tabitha, her ass a bright shade of pink. It was still upturn even though she whimpered against the mattress. This could be done, but I couldn't ignore the dampness of her cunt in plain view. My cock had gotten hard before this whole charade started, now I was practically bursting at the seams.
“You want me?” I asked as I took the time to put away the paddle. I spotted a box of condoms, and it felt like the decision was made for me.
“Yes,” it came out as a croak now.
I pulled out one of the little foil wrappers and went from there. I opened the slacks and pushed them down just enough to be sure that I wouldn’t make a mess of myself. I rolled on the condom, and I took full advantage of the view presented to me.
“There’s just one thing.” I lined up against her damp entrance, spreading it around her lips so she wouldn’t be surprised when I slid right in. I brush my knuckles against her hot lower lips, and I’m amazed by the reaction she had. Well, I guess that meant I didn’t necessarily have to worry about slamming right in.
The only problem is that it didn’t prepare me for tight hold. The train of thought I had before I invaded her heat was derailed, fuck it had been too long since I had anything other than my damn hand. My knees went weak, and I leaned against her ass as I struggled to just stay upright.
Tabitha cried out sharply and, damn her, she pressed back against my hips when I went still to try to regain myself. It was clear she was getting impatient with the way she gripped me and how she wiggled, all an effort to get me moving.
I wound my hand into her hair and tugged, getting a moan out of her. “You’re forgetting that one thing,” I insisted as I pressed down into her back.
“What?” She didn’t sound like she was at all interested in what I had to say.
She wasn’t going to listen? She was gonna be impatient? I started rocking into her, going slow but using enough force that the bed rocked with each thrust. “You don’t get to cum,” I growled into her ear.
That earned me a whine, and immediately she picked up with the begging. “Please. Please, Easton.” The way she said my name went right through me. I groaned and straightened just enough so I could have the right angle while keeping my hand tangled in her hair. “Please,” she cried out and sounded so desperate. I just let go and concentrated on how good it felt.
I was determined to not let her distract me. I had this opportunity to take something I wanted with no apparent repercussions. So I start a rhythm of quick and shallow thrusts, all the while I pulled her hair like it was a lifeline. Her pleas were cut off by a long drawn out moan, and I felt the muscles around me flutter then clinch. It was a terrible idea to do that because I could already feel everything tightening up. I was going to explode in a matter of minutes. I doubt she’d want me knowing that I was a quick minute man.
Trying to draw it out would just be torture for me. Her having an orgasm wasn’t the goal. In fact, that was the exact opposite. So, I concentrated on myself. I groaned, my hand slipping from her hair so I could wind my arms around her waist. I clung to her as I thrust into her tight cunt, it was pushing until any resemblance of control was lost. I exploded, and it damn near sapped me of everything I had.
A groan echoed mine, and I could feel her inner muscles clenching around me, even as I started to go soft. I couldn’t tell if she had an orgasm or not, I had been too caught up in my own. But, the way she throbbed around me was clue enough she didn’t.
I straightened and pulled out, getting another pitiful moan from her. I waived, almost drunk on the feeling I had now. It had been way too long.
I didn’t know what to do next, so after taking care of the condom and putting myself away, I went about freeing her. I watched her carefully, I didn’t see tears just obvious frustration. She was unsatisfied. She didn’t move from the prone position she was in on the bed, she merely gave me pleading eyes.
“Normally,” I brushed her tangled hair from her eyes, “I would go through the trouble of making sure you got off, too. I’d fuck you until you were squealing my name. But,” I shrugged a little, “this is about punishment, and it was something you said you wanted from me.” I leaned forward and pressed my lips against her cheek. After all that I didn’t kiss her lips. Now didn’t seem the time to do it either. “This is what you asked for. Are you sure you still want it?’
When I pulled back I saw a fire in her eyes, despite not getting off there was no mistaking the look she was giving me. “More than anything.”
7
I was late to clock in and actually get to work. By the time I got into my position, the club was open, and people were finding their way in. I had left Tabitha to clean up and damn did I feel fucking good. It was like I was on cloud nine as I walked through the crowd, surveying the group of people without really seeing anything.
I didn’t think until I spotted Tabitha going through the crowd what this might mean for me. I didn’t see her flirt with anyone if anything she meekly made her way to the break room. But I felt a sense of possessiveness that I didn’t expect. I glowered at anyone that got too close to her, and I wasn’t at ease until she went out of sight.
Fucking her once brought this on?
Maybe it was more to it than that. I’d had my share of one and done's, but I couldn’t see that happening here. At least not yet.
I hadn’t been the type to be in a relationship before serving time, I was too busy with work, and I preferred just getting it from the easy club bunnies. From what I gathered just from working here a few weeks this wasn’t an average relationship. This was a whole new boat that much was obvious.
I was distracted by it, mostly because I didn’t fully get how I was going to do what she wanted. Technically, I had already used her. If she was going to make it so I could us
e her on a regular basis, I couldn’t really object to that. I just needed to figure out what was expected of me out of all of this.
The night didn’t go as quickly as I’d like, as I found my thoughts seemed to make things go by slower. Eventually, Angela found her way to me, and she took up the wall with me. She just didn’t glower at people like I did.
“Tabitha is in the break room waiting for you to get off,” she spoke to me lowly, knowing this would be a conversation I wouldn’t want anyone else listening in on. “Did you tell her to do that?”
“I didn’t.” I looked away from her. “I left her to clean up.”
She nodded like it was something she considered to be acceptable. “What do you intend to do with her?” Angela had a cool demeanor about her, and I could tell this wasn’t something she was just going to walk away from.