by Alyssa Clark
“I’ll go easy on you,” I murmured, I cupped his face. “How long do you want to be mine?”
“There’s a time limit?” his brows were up, but he turned his face in my hand brushing his lips against my palm. He watched me for a reaction, and I knew that if I let him, he would try harder at his seduction game.
“It’s a grand for the first hour and five hundred for each additional hour,” I informed.
His tongue had come out to trace the line of my palm, but as soon as he heard the cost of my services he paused. “How much time does Franklin usually spend with you?”
“I won’t tell you what I do with other clients,” I said sternly. “Have you forgotten the contract you signed?”
He shook his head, “He already told me some of the things you do, I just want to know how much time he spends with you.”
I frowned as I considered the answer before giving in, “It depends on the time between appointments. Anywhere between two to four hours.” His mouth dropped open, and he looked at me in disbelief, “How many hours do you want to be mine?”
His brows drew together, though he didn’t seem to object to the idea of being mine. “I don’t know,” I swept my thumb along his bottom lip and without a thought, he opened his mouth to let digit in. Dangerous, he sucked on my thumb as he gave me a salacious look.
“How about we start with an hour,” I suggested, trying to not let what he was doing get to me. But still, the heat of it pooled between my thighs, I was playing with fire. “And if you need more you say so. How does that sound?” He gave me a nod and released my thumb. “You remember your safe word?”
“Acquittal,” he offered as I stood.
He rose to follow, and when we both got to the door that led to my playroom, I decided I needed to make sure he understood what he was doing. I turned to him, “You are agreeing to pay me so that I will take you on as a submissive for the next hour. You understand that despite my state of dress, and that I may ask you to remove your clothing that sex will not happen?”
His gaze sharpened then and he seemed to realize the seriousness that I had taken. Mr. Clarke looked away, and I could see him recalling just what I had done to him the last time he and I had met. He looked less like a sex-starved man and more like someone who was considering their options. He didn’t want to leave, he said as much before, but he didn’t like the idea of stepping into the unknown. “What are you going to do?” his voice had taken a gravelly tenor.
I couldn't keep myself from smiling, “I intend to make you strip, get a good look at you on your knees.” He frowned and it only seemed to thrill me. He wouldn’t enjoy the last bit, he might not enjoy this bit, “I want to strap you down and see just what you’ll let me do.” I eyed him as I opened the door, “Are you sure you want to go back into my playroom?”
6
Matt
I nodded without hesitation, without second thoughts. The all-consuming thought I had was that this beautiful woman was about to hurt me in ways I wasn’t prepared for. I loitered in the doorway, and I watched, tantalized as she took the silk robe off and let it drop to the floor. I devoured the curves she exposed, something I had glimpsed before when I badgered her on the phone but was now getting a full unobscured view. The lace bustier had my palms itching to trace the pattern, and her exposed ass made me want to kneel behind her and trace the thin scrap of fabric that fell between her cheeks with my tongue. I’ve never wanted a woman like this, and I followed her into the darkened room like I was hypnotized. The heavy door fell behind me with a bang, and it seemed to resound in me.
Last chance to back out.
I didn’t want to, I followed her at a length so I could take in the sweet curves of her ass. All coherent thought was leaving me as the blood flooded my cock. She turned back to me with those big blue eyes and smiled like a cat that had the canary. “Take off your clothing,” she gestured to a door. “Hang it up neatly, turn off your phone. You rudely interrupted my last appointment, and I will punish you for that.”
The hairs on the back of my neck rose, but I didn’t stop from loosening my tie and tugging off the jacket to my suit. I went to the closet and found two hangers. I kicked off my shoes and placed them inside, then hung up my jacket with my tie looped around the hanger. I seemed to feel the need to rush as I undressed like I was eager to see what her punishment would be.
I could feel her eyes on me, and it only seemed to add fuel to the fire, I looked up to meet her gaze I could see appreciation in her expression. She wanted me like I wanted her. Once I was naked, and my clothing stowed away I waited for her instruction. She circled me like she did the last time, reaching out to touch me when I least expected it. It put me off kilter, but I didn’t waiver in my stance. She was just behind me, and her hands drifted from the cheeks of my bare ass up the lines of my back to rest on my shoulders. They stayed there, and I felt pressure before she spoke, “On your knees.”
Something in me wanted to rebel. I wanted to remain standing and fight the pressure of her hands. But something told me the more I fought, the less of a chance that I’d get what I wanted. And while she said sex wouldn’t be involved I had the desire to try to change her mind. I couldn’t imagine doing the things she did, even if it were just spanking, and not getting aroused by it. It had made me harder than I was prepared for and had been part of the reason why I had struggled with the aftermath. I had done a little research before I contacted her, trying to figure out what she and Franklin had tried to explain to me and how I wasn’t someone that would normally seek this.
And here I was facing it, gritting my teeth as I sank down to my knees. I wasn’t someone that enjoyed letting go of power and control over myself to another person. So, you would think I wouldn’t enjoy being dominated. But, and she had a good view of me standing over me, I was so hard I started to throb. She made a low cooing noise, and her hand drifted through my hair, nails scraping along my scalp and sending chills down my spine.
I wanted this woman so much I could hardly think past it.
“How does this work?” I asked, because while I had done research, the vast majority of what I read implied some sort of relationship was going on between submissive and dominant. Angela had already made it clear that there would be no sex between us. Franklin had confided that no matter what he offered her she denied him as well.
“Anytime that you find yourself back here or any other place that we may engage in an appointment, you will refer to me as Mistress and nothing but. Understand?” I nodded, and her hand came around to cup my chin, forcing my head back as I looked up at her. “You will do as I say, anytime you rebel or do not do as you are told then you will be punished.”
“And what if I do as you say?” I watched one of her sleek eyebrows raise, it was clear I forgot something, and I knew what it was. But, I wanted to test her and see just what she was capable of. “Mistress?”I added quickly, I didn’t want to be dumb about it.
“If you are good, you get rewarded,” she gave me a smile that made me want to drag my tongue along those bow-shaped lips. I wanted them wrapped around my dick more than anything.
“What kind of reward will I get?”
Her smile widened, “That’s for me to decide. Do you wish to continue, Mr. Clarke?”
Her fingers swept around and caressed my bottom lip, without prompting I opened and sucked her thumb into my mouth. I didn’t have a clue what I was doing, but I flicked my tongue against the pad of it. Her eyelids lowered as she met my gaze, she didn’t stop me or pull her thumb from my mouth. I saw the lust I felt mirrored in her gaze, and I wondered if I would be able to manage to get a reward I would enjoy. “I don’t want to leave,” I managed finally after she pulled her thumb from my mouth, what that meant I didn’t know.
“Stand and follow me then,” she instructed, her tone didn’t offer much room for argument. She turned without waiting to see if I would listen, it was likely that someone that employed her services did exactly what she asked. Did they s
till get punished? The implements that I could make out suggested that they did. If being strapped to a table was a form of punishment, what would a reward look like?
I followed her regardless, feeling something twist up in my gut at the idea of being a dutiful dog watching this woman walk. Well, watching her ass the majority of the way. “On the bed,” she gestured to a wrought iron bed with a threadbare mattress. I didn’t know if I should be hopeful or afraid.
I did as she commanded, not at all mindful of the erection I had. I settled down on my back and tried to focus on the black ceiling above me. There was nothing relaxing about the position I was in. I tried not to let her watching get to me too much. My heart was hammering in my ears, and I didn’t know what to expect. I never thought I would be afraid of a woman. I didn’t know how to react with the way that she looked at me, there was the obvious excitement that I couldn’t contain. It wasn’t something I could hide with my erection standing up tall.
I think it was the fact that I was in unfamiliar territory. Even with watching copious amounts of BDSM porn and reading articles on it, I was still unprepared. The vast majority of what was to offer had women as the submissive. Seeing some of the things that men did to their subs was enough to make me sweat. I didn’t know that I would respond the same way. I wasn’t interested in having her call me names or humiliate me in any way. But I didn’t think I could walk away from her. Not with getting something out of it other than just a hand job.
“On your stomach,” she commanded lightly. “Make sure you are going to be comfortable with this,” she tapped lightly on my cock with a finger.
It was an effort to not roll my hips upward in response. It was a teasing amount of pressure that didn’t give me anything to work with. Irritated, I rolled over and carefully adjusted my cock so it wouldn’t be too much pressure on it. After some shifting around I tried to settle down to see where it would go from here.
“Put your hands above your head, together at the wrist,” she instructed.
I swallowed hard as I did as she bid me, that’s when I started to feel things knot up. Kneeling in front of her was one thing, letting her chain me to a bed was another. Especially when she said there would be no sex involved. It made me question my reasoning behind doing this. Why should I care if she strung Allen along and used him for his money? Why did that affect me? Why was I letting this woman hurt me?
She took hold of one wrist and crossed it with another. It set my further on edge, but I didn’t bother uttering the safe word. Acquittal stayed at the forefront of my mind like my brain didn’t want me to forget it. It knew that I would need it.
I took a breath and shakily let it out as she secured my wrists together then pulled them taut. I watched as she secured them to the bed. Once she had me tied to it she gave my wrists a tug to see if it would break easily. The fact that she had the knowledge to check them chilled me a little, but it seemed like she was more apt to touch me now. Her hand started on my bound wrists and she slid her fingers down from there, caressing my forearm all the way down to my shoulder. With each touch, it seemed like she set the tense muscles at ease.
I did my best to try to relax, though it was hard to let go completely. She skimmed down my back, using her nails but not quite digging in. I shivered when she traced my spine down to my ass. Before she told me what she was going to do to me, but now she was so quiet. I had to adjust myself so I could watch her, there was something unnerving about not being able to see her and not knowing what she wanted to do to me.
I was owed a punishment. That was all that I knew.
Her hand stilled on one cheek of my ass, and I waited. She caressed my ass gently and it only seemed to add to it. I expected a slap, something, anything, to justify the fact that she had me so keyed up. The anticipation was going to kill me, and I imagine she knew that. The only way I could think was to settle down and wait, I couldn’t let this put me over the edge. I wasn’t going to fall for her game anymore.
That was a mistake. Relaxing. Because as soon as I let go of the anticipation, it was like she sensed it. That’s when she struck. I have no idea what she hit me with, but I felt strips of fire alone the small of my back. I couldn’t hold back the gasp of pain that went through me. I didn’t get time to prepare for the second strike either, she quickly struck me again in the same way.
“One,” I managed before she struck me a third time. “Two,” I wasn’t going to let her do me like she did the first time. I made sure to count out each strike she laid onto me out loud and clearly. I had no idea how long she intended to beat me like this, she hadn’t said.
My entire back was burning by the time I got to five I had begun to tremble uncontrollably from it, and she had barely swatted my ass. The licks of each lash left my muscles twitching in their wake. The pain wasn’t intense, I imagine it would have hurt more if she put more force behind it. I doubted she broke the skin, but that likely wasn’t the point of what she was doing. Instead, there was this fiery sting that left me clenching every muscle in preparation for the next strike.
“Stay here,” she said like I could go anywhere. I guess she was going to stick with just giving me five. I wouldn’t be complaining. This wasn’t a turn on, my erection had waned to half-mast at best. The sight of her in the skimpy lingerie wasn’t enough to perk his interest back up. Pain just wasn’t something that would do it for me.
I guess I was doing this for the wrong reasons. I didn’t see how this could alleviate stress at all. If anything the anticipation of punishment would only add to it for me.
The thin mattress dipped under her weight, and I felt a cooling cream being smoothed over my skin. It was similar to what she did the last time, as she studiously cared for my battered skin after she did the battering. People paid her to do this to them? I was definitely barking up the wrong tree.
I felt something wet against my shoulder, it got my attention away from where she was smoothing the lotion on the small of my back. I twisted my head just enough to see her tracing her tongue against my skin. The way the skin twitched I assumed it was over a mark she had left. The punishment didn’t get me going, but if this was the way the aftercare would be, I didn’t have a hope of walking out of here without a raging hard-on.
My cock came back to life with a vengeance, and I couldn’t help the noise I made when she pressed her lips against me. Those blue eyes of her flared to life when she met my gaze. Lust was looking back at me. At least there was some relief in knowing she felt what I did. Her eyelids lowered, and she traced a path up my shoulder blade to the curve of my neck. I didn’t expect the feelings it gave me, my breath caught, and I tilted my head so she would have better access for whatever she planned now.
She gave me open-mouthed kisses against my skin, sucking little circles of flesh into her mouth and giving me just a small idea of what it might feel like to have her lips on my dick. Her teeth scraped against me, and it didn’t do anything to deter me. I groaned, uncontrolled, as goose bumps seemed to make everything extra sensitive.
Her teeth sank in, and I gasped. It was a sharp pain not unlike that of her whip, or whatever the hell she had beat me with. But it didn’t hurt the same way. The pounding in my cock only seemed to increase as she sucked on my skin; she was going to leave a mark at this rate and I couldn’t give a damn. All I could think about now was getting ball deep into her. The pain wasn’t something that drove me, just the smell of her. The feminine floral smell of her perfume and the sweet musk that I could only assume was her. Was she as turned on as I was?
I wanted her. I wanted her so fucking bad I was willing to let her beat me as much as she’d want as long as I would get the chance to fuck her. I saw Allen’s infatuation now. But I’d be damned if I ended up like him.
“Do it again,” I demanded as soon as she released me from the suction of her mouth. I wanted her to bite me again.
I felt her chuckle before I had the pleasure of hearing it. She leaned into my side, pressing her breasts into my upper ba
ck as she started to whisper kisses up my neck to my ear. “You’re not the boss here,” she hummed against me. “You don’t get to tell me what to do.”
I relaxed back against the bed and fought not to groan in frustration. Her tongue and mouth seemed to be all to content to tease my ear. Was this my reward? Aching need?
She got up off the bed and stepped away from me, her heels clicking across the cement. “Roll onto your back, Mr. Clarke. If you experience any excessive pain, please let me know,” I was too caught up in watching the swaying of her hips as she went into what I assumed was a bathroom.
This woman was either a goddess or a monster, I couldn’t tell which. If she was a goddess, she had to be one of the ones that reaped vengeance onto unsuspecting men. Somehow I caught her attention.
I grunted as I rolled over, it was a feat considering that my arms were secured over my head. The way she had strung me up on the bed still gave me some slack to work with. As soon as my back hit the mattress I winced, the muscles twitched in protest and the skin burned. I didn’t say a word, what would be the point? She had done this to me, and there was nothing to take it back. I shifted as much as I could to get comfortable before I finally just settled down and decided to deal with the irritation.