“Yes, with Ms. Brink.”
She could feel a flush rising on her cheeks. One of the men behind her cleared his throat and Maggie turned to look at the younger one. He eyed her up and down and smiled. Maggie winked at him. A small, wicked part of her that Sax had awakened wondered if they would try to schedule an appointment with her. If they found her attractive.
The receptionist tapped on the computer keyboard and raised a brow. “Oh yes, I see it here. Mrs. Saxon?”
“Yes, that’s me.” Although, come to think of it, maybe she shouldn’t have used her own name.
“Excellent. Let me show you in to Ms. Brink’s office.” She escorted Maggie down a long white hallway to a nondescript black door. The receptionist, while wearing a business suit, had impossibly high six-inch heels on. She teetered on her feet as she knocked on the door.
“Come in,” Ms. Brink said from the other side of the door.
The receptionist smiled. “She will see you now.” And then she tottered back down the hall.
Lisa Brink, sat at a large white desk while a middle-aged man stood behind her, wearing a scrap of black leather that barely covered his crotch. He massaged her shoulders and neck, his eyes nearly closed in a dreamy sort of ecstasy. A kind of ecstasy she knew all too well. Subspace, meaning when a sub received pleasure for serving a dominant partner. Now that she’d had a taste of that sort of bliss. It was hard to imagine going back to so-called vanilla sex. Lisa waved him off and the sub sank to his knees beside her desk, obedient and quiet.
Maggie too loved obeying Sax’s sexual demands, but she couldn’t imagine paying for the privilege. Of course, a few scant days ago she would never have dreamed she’d want her husband to spank her rump soundly and then screw her silly but she’d come to crave that rough sort of love.
Lisa had short black hair and black reading glasses, which she removed to massage her temples. She was dressed in a black vinyl dress with matching opera-length gloves. While the dress was tight, it didn’t show much skin, but perhaps that was erotic in its own right. “I’m glad you made an appointment. Mr. Saxon called me this morning.” She smiled, glossy red lips smirking.
Maggie nodded and sat in the black lacquer chair in front of the massive desk. “He said that he has been using your, er, services for several weeks now.”
Her eyes flicked to the computer screen and with a few clicks of her mouse she nodded. “Yes, approximately one month ago.”
Right after they had separated. She sagged in relief. Now for the next hurdle. “And he just wanted to discipline them? The women, I mean?” She still couldn’t believe she was sitting here having this conversation with a stranger.
She folded her arms across her ample breasts. “Mrs. Saxon, I’m not usually so indiscreet. I guard the secrets of my clients as if they were my own. However, your husband has requested that I be frank with you and I will.”
“I appreciate that.”
She raised her chin a notch. “For starters? I don’t run a brothel. I can assure you that any of the encounters he had from this establishment were strictly bondage and domination-oriented. I will not tolerate illegal activities.” She leaned forward. “Your husband requested off-premises visits and I have never had a complaint from any of the women I employ about your husband seeking more than some bondage and discipline.”
“I see,” Maggie said. What if Sax had been telling the truth about Lacy?
Lisa walked around the desk and offered one leather-booted foot to her submissive. “Clean my boots, Walter.”
He began to lick them, eyes closed. Maggie could discern the man’s erection beneath his tight black vinyl shorts. His eyes had closed and an expression of abject pleasure spread across his face. Clearly, he was having a glorious time.
“So, the women in your employ aren’t, um, call girls?”
Ms. Brink raised a perfectly plucked eyebrow. “Of course not. However, if someone wants to have an indiscretion, that is his or her business. It is not a requirement, my staff don’t get paid for it, and I certainly don’t want any part of it.”
Funnily enough, Maggie believed her. “Thank you for your candor.”
“You are welcome.”
“And what about Lacy?”
Lisa idly watched the man lick her shoe as if it were another day at the office. “Was summarily fired after Mr. Saxon brought her behaviors to light. She shouldn’t solicit clients and most importantly, she shouldn’t have acknowledged him in public. That is absolutely forbidden.”
She sighed. “Okay.” But where did that leave her? While Sax had let her in, he had also deliberately withheld the truth from her. It also seemed that as far as their living situation and the course of their relationship, he had the upper hand. She was no longer content with the arrangement.
“You look troubled, Mrs. Saxon. I don’t pry, but many clients confide in me, due to the intimate nature of this business, and I do not pass judgment on them or their actions. If you don’t mind a little unsolicited advice?”
Maggie nodded. Why not? She couldn’t help but continue to watch Walter perform shoe fellatio on Ms. Brink’s boots with gusto. This was a day for the unprecedented. “Sure.”
“I believe your husband to be a very good man. Not many men ask me to be completely open with their activities here.” She cleared her throat. “In fact, no man has.”
Maggie took a moment to let that sink in.
“What he wanted from this establishment was a physical release. One that he gained at his own hand, mind you. Not sex. And certainly not love. I believe he wants to do these activities with you, not some random girl he purchases.”
“You think I should forgive him?”
“I do.” She sighed, pulling her booted foot from Walter’s grasp. “When he spoke of you, he got choked up.” She cleared her throat. “The sort of love you two seem to have comes around once in a lifetime.”
And yet he had chosen to come here instead of confiding in her. She could feel tears burning her eyes. “What about the way he lied to me?”
“He loves you, but like all men, he was weak. He needs to learn his boundaries. He needs to learn some respect for you and your role as his wife. In short, he’s been a very bad boy.” She grabbed a riding crop from the far table, then slapped it on the surface of her desk. The slave before her trembled. His erection was still harder than ever, pressed up tight. Clearly, he was looking forward to his so-called punishment. “Walter, tell the lady what happens to very bad boys.”
Walter moaned. “They get punished.”
Ms. Brink smirked. “Exactly. They. Get. Punished.” She punctuated her words with a slap of the flogger on the table and then turned to Maggie and winked. “It seems as if your husband has been naughty and needs to be taken in hand. I’d like to gift you with some brand-new supplies from a favorite shop of mine. Perhaps you can make him see the error of his ways.”
Maggie began to smile.
* * * * *
His flat was dark.
Funny. Sax distinctly remembered leaving the hallway light on. He could barely make out a feminine form in the blackness of the room, but the bedside lamp flicked on and he found Maggie seated on the edge of the bed. Wearing a short black vinyl skirt that barely hit the tops of her creamy, lush thighs, a satin black underbust that displayed her full breasts, thigh-high fishnet stockings, and she held a small black paddle the size of a hand mirror.
Sax got hard at the sight of it.
“You have been a very, very bad boy, Sax.” She slapped the paddle against the palm of the opposite hand as she spoke.
His cock jumped in excitement.
In fact, excitement started thrumming through his body, making his heart rate pick up, his knees wobble just a bit. Maggie had come back to him. She’d forgiven him.
And she’d come to give him the punishment he so richly deserved.
“Yes, Mistress.”
She moved to the side and pointed an imperious finger at him. “Now, I want you to bend over
the foot of the bed, drop your pants and boxers.” He undid his belt and his pants dropped, weighted down by his wallet, keys and cellphone. He pushed his red boxers down and stepped out of them, waiting to see what she would do. She walked behind him, as though surveying her property. And he did belong to her, as surely as she belonged to him.
She ran her hands over his ass cheeks, stroking them at first and then squeezing them before she gave each side of his ass a good swat with the paddle. It was just a love tap but it made him hard as fucking steel.
Christ. He had no idea that she would come so far, so fast.
She bent over and observed his cock, which had hardened in response to her demeanor and the sexy little outfit she wore. He wanted to kneel down and bury his face in her pussy. He hadn’t been dominated in so long and the thought of her doing wicked things to him sent his libido on overdrive.
She ghosted her fingers over the cock head and his hips bucked in response. He loved that she was drawing this out, toying with him. He never knew this side of her existed, but he craved it.
She walked away again and he heard a rustling of paper behind him before she tossed The Washington Post classifieds on the bed. “Before I can administer your punishment, we have a few housekeeping items to handle.”
“Can’t we talk about this, um, after?” There was only so much blood flowing in his body and right now it was all headed south.
“No!” She hit his ass. Hard. Fuck, if it didn’t make his cock stiffer.
“Pay attention.”
“You have my full attention.”
“Good boy.” She reached around and grazed his cock again, just giving him a couple of fingertips instead of her fist like he craved. She pulled back from him, all business once more. “Item one, our living arrangements. You and I are both going to sell our apartments and move into one that we choose together.”
“Okay.”
“This isn’t our home, it’s your home and you would feel the same way in my apartment. So, as a symbol of starting our life together, we will pick a neutral place to live.”
“Yes ma’am, I’d be happy to go apartment hunting with you.” He hadn’t realized she’d been that serious about finding a place together. Where they lived didn’t matter to him, as long as she was happy. He wanted her…no, needed her in his life. In his bed. Forever.
“Item two, your bondage chippies. I want honesty from you.” She grasped his arm and turned him slightly to face her. “Was it sexual? Did you have sex with them, Sax? I want the whole truth this time. Not some bullshit evasion.”
Christ, he felt like some kind of a fool. He never should have resorted to desperate measures. He should have just come clean to her right out of the gate. “No, of course not. I never had sex with any of the women, I, er, played with them and discipline makes me feel sexual. It aroused me and it was a way to get my rocks off, a tool I used to masturbate afterward, but nothing more.”
Her lips had compressed into a tight, thin line. “And that is the whole truth?” She smacked the paddle on her palm again. Irritated. And God help him, her anger was such a fucking turn-on. It was hard to think with his brain and not his hungry dick. “Fine. It ends here. Moving on, before we get too intimate, tell me, Sax, do you have any other indiscretions you conveniently forgot to mention?”
“No, that’s it.” And he was relieved to get the proverbial cat out of the bag. It was killing him, lying to her.
“Are you certain? Think carefully. I won’t be giving you a third chance.”
“I’m certain, ma’am. I will be telling you the entire truth from now on.”
“Good boy.” She came closer. “I have decided to forgive you for your indiscretion, because you didn’t actually sleep with her. However, if you ever, and I mean ever, pull something like that again, I will ask you for a divorce so fast you won’t know what hit you. The next time there won’t be any counseling or a peaceful separation while we work things out. You touch another woman and I am out the door and I won’t be looking back. Am I understood?”
He met her gaze, he could feel his eyes burning. He didn’t deserve her. That was the plain truth of it. “I understand. What a cock-up! I’m so sorry for what I put you through. I will never do anything that foolish again.”
She favored him with a small smile and reached out to caress his cheek, running her fingertips down the length of his jaw. He closed his eyes, relishing even that small touch. “See that you don’t.”
She kissed his mouth softly.
When she pulled back, she had a wicked little grin on her lips. His cock leapt again. She disappeared behind him once more. “Bend over, lover.” He leaned forward, bracing his arms and giving her his ass. She patted his bottom with the flat of her hand before squeezing his cheeks again. “Now for your penance. You’ve been a bad boy. And tell me, Sax, what happens when a very bad boy lies?” She rested the paddle against the soft skin, scraping it along. Letting him feel the texture and weight of it.
Oh fuck. It had been so long since someone had controlled him. He hadn’t anticipated that she would have a little bit of Dominatrix in her. He fucking loved it. “He gets disciplined, ma’am.”
“Yes, he gets disciplined.” She smacked his bottom, alternating left to right. Quick little hits that made his toes dig into the carpet. Nothing too painful, but it got his attention. She was still learning. He could hardly wait until she gained confidence in the role, came into her own. The long, lovely Sunday afternoons he’d spend bent over as she took his ass with a dildo or perhaps even her little fist.
“Mmm, look at how red.” She settled her palms on his ass, her fingers felt cool on his fiery flesh. She soothed the skin, rubbing her palms against it to take the sting away. “Your skin is so hot.”
She removed her hand again and resumed spanking. Slapping both right and left, like a maniacal ping-pong player. He hissed, starting to feel it. His cock ached now, just as badly as his ass.
“Isn’t that nice?” She tossed the paddle on the floor and caressed his cheeks once more. “Lesson learned?”
“Oh God, yes.” He needed her hands on him. Wanted her on his cock so bad he ached. That wet little cunt of hers wrapped around his flesh. She reached around with her other hand and grasped his cock. He moaned, hips bucking against her. She fisted his cock, pumping the head rapidly in her hand, his hips jerked along with her movements helplessly.
Abruptly, she stopped.
“Maggie, wait, no, I—”
“Shut up and lie down on your back.” He did so, gingerly sitting on the bed and then stretching out. Even the soft fabric of the bed against his stinging ass made him wince. She moved to lie between his legs, shoving them apart. She removed a small bottle of baby oil from the nightstand and dripped the cool liquid over his cock. It lay helpless against his stomach, red and twitching. Hard and eager. She rubbed it with her hands, petting it as she trapped his erection against the skin of his belly. It was agony. Her hands were shiny and wet and so was his captive dick. She circled her fingers and moved up and down at a frustratingly slow pace. She squeezed his balls, palming them before returning both hands to his dick. He wanted her hands on the head, stroking him fiercely, pushing him to orgasm, but he lay there, under her control.
“What’s wrong, Sax? You look pained.”
“Such a mean girl,” he murmured. “I’ll have to return the favor.”
She bit her lower lip. “Oh, I hope you do.” Then she brought his cock upright and began to stroke. Hard.
“Oh God, I need your hand on the head.”
“No.”
“Please. Please. I need to come. I can’t—”
“Silence.” She slapped his thigh. “I’m playing with you at my pace.”
She resumed stroking. Slowly, doubling her fists on his member, plunging them up and down. The head when it emerged from her grasp was a furious shade of red and purple. His hips moved involuntarily with her and grabbed fistfuls of the bedspread, holding on so he wouldn’t explode righ
t then and there.
She finally deigned to play with the head, rubbing her fingers over the tip, circling the opening.
“Fuck!” he cried, bucking. “I’m going to come. I’m going to come.”
“Poor boy. I didn’t give you permission to come,” she teased.
“Oh, oh please.” He couldn’t help but thrust into her hand, he was on the edge. He could feel the cum boiling up from his balls, ready to explode all over her.
“I like to hear you beg.” She leaned closer, stopping her ministrations and he howled in frustration. She got down and placed her lips just above his cock head.
“Oh fuck,” he growled. He wanted to thrust between those pouty lips. He could feel the heat of her breath and she blew on the tip of his cock.
“Jesus, you’re killing me,” he growled, unable to help himself. It had been so long since he’d given control and giving Mags his submission felt so good. He wanted her to have that gift, to hear him beg for her favors. “Let me in. Please suck my cock. Please suck it. God, I want it in your mouth.”
“No, not yet.” She let go abruptly.
He groaned in frustration. Sax fisted the covers, ripping the coverlet up from the tucked edges of the bed.
She moved away and stood for a second staring down at him. For a moment he was afraid she’d walk out, leave him in this unbearable anguish. But instead, she undid the Velcro at the back of her skirt and it dropped to the floor.
Just when he thought he couldn’t get any hotter, she did something like this. There was her pink, puffed pussy. No panties, just wet, glossy flesh that he ached for.
She put one leg up on the bed and spread the lips, giving him the view he craved.
He shuddered, pre-cum dripping from the head of his cock. She hardly ever played with herself for him, never gave him this particular treat without some urging from him. She ghosted her fingertips over the trembling flesh, stroking the lips, the wet opening where he longed to be and finally her little clit, which made her cry out.
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