Fournicopia

by Delilah Devlin

  Her gaze scanned the platform at the far corner of the room where a Dom spanked a woman with a paddle while she bent, holding her ankles and counting strokes while trying not to topple over on her head. On another stage, a man knelt on a bench, a ball-gag in his mouth, while his Dom fucked his ass.

  Aislinn slowed as she passed the last scene with a man standing with his wrists shackled, fishing weights attached to the straps running the length of his engorged cock, pulling it down to point toward the floor while his Master used a cane to raise welts on his back and buttocks. She drew in a deep breath, arousal tugging at her nipples, but continued deeper into the room.

  As always, her entrance was noted by all the night’s hopefuls. Lined up at the bar and against the far wall, they perked up as soon as the first glances swung her way, waiting to see whom she would choose this evening.

  She was only newly vetted, but had already gained a following eager to play with her. Known for her fun and sexy sessions that slowly ramped up to a blinding intensity, she’d been trained by Mondo, a true Master. Everyone wanted a go with Mondo’s latest protégé.

  This night she felt no rumbling in her belly, no tingling of nerves from any self-doubt. Too much was on her mind. Instead, she felt a stirring of anticipation which added a little bounce to her step.

  Her gaze swept the hopefuls, paused on Mondo, who stood beside the club’s manager near the bar, his hand against the curve of Jennifer Callum’s slender back.

  She lifted the flogger and an eyebrow, indicating she’d received another mysterious present, then slapped it against her thigh.

  He bent toward the dark-haired Jennifer, whispered something that had her smiling, but the tightness around her lips as she glanced Aislinn’s way said the manager knew about the troubles.

  Damn. Aislinn had wanted to handle this problem herself. Now she regretted ever mentioning a word to Mondo.

  Aislinn continued around the room, passing several subs she’d already tried. She lifted her chin and gestured with the flogger in her hand toward the floor. None of the young men paid her implement any mind, hastening instead to their knees and bowing their heads, bare chests rising and falling rapidly, then growing still as she moved on. If her stalker was among them, he hid well his interest in her latest gift.

  Further, the one man she sought wasn’t here. Sharp disappointment filled her. Maybe she’d been a little too direct with Officer Taggert that morning. Maybe the latest troubles had blurred her usual acuity. She had an instinct for spotting a man ready for her kind of play. She’d thought for sure he’d arrive early, eager to see her again. When Mondo had checked her setup after she’d first arrived at the club, he’d told her his friend had been rattled but impressed like he’d never seen before. Mondo’s amusement had spilled over onto her, giving her the lift she’d needed to stay the course this night.

  The teak double doors that opened from the club’s foyer whooshed open. From the corner of her eye, she spotted her quarry barreling into the room. There was nothing subtle about the large man. His reddened face indicated that either he’d lost the battle with his pride or he’d rushed to get here.

  Either way, he was about to be punished for making her wait. Her breathing deepened, steadied. Her chest felt lighter as she secretly followed his progress.

  Officer Taggert, dressed in jeans, cowboy boots and a crisp pale shirt, strode straight for Mondo. Mondo’s gaze narrowed, and he tilted his head in her direction. The large man turned, spotted her and gave her body a quick onceover before his glance snapped back up to her face.

  Aislinn gave him a look he couldn’t misinterpret. Her chin jutted and her lips thinned. She lifted the flogger and pointed it his way.

  The sighs of disappointment were audible. Yes, she knew it was cheesy, this dramatic ceremony where she selected her playmate, but the men—subs and switches—seemed to enjoy the ritual. Conversations resumed, breaking the silence.

  Aislinn walked past Mondo and his friend, never looking directly at the police officer, but giving him a subtle nod. Then she strode down the carpeted hallway toward the row of playrooms.

  She never looked back, and yet never took for granted that he’d follow. Relief filled her when she heard his heavy tread behind her. She swiped her key card to her room, pushed open the door, and then stood aside to allow him to enter first.

  When he walked through, he halted, turning his head as he caught sight of her setup. She’d gone for sparse. Only one piece of equipment.

  “Have you forgotten so soon?” she asked softly, striding up beside him.

  His brow furrowed, darkening his eyes. “We’re alone. You don’t have to keep the game up.”

  “Oh, I don’t play games. I told you already what I expect.”

  His body tightened. His huge chest rose and fell more quickly than the short walk down the hall warranted.

  Aislinn was careful not to let her smile reach her eyes. “Naked. That’s how I want you. And since you’re late, I want you bent over that bench to your right.”

  She walked closer, not stopping until her chest met his, glad for the tall heels she wore. She tilted back her head, knowing it was no sign of submission on her part, because she stared without blinking into his hazel eyes.

  His glance fell to her mouth then the tops of her breasts, spilling over the ribbed edge of the corset. “Naked I can do, ma’am. But you’re not spankin’ my ass with that toy.”

  Not breaking glances, she tossed the flogger away. “I wouldn’t want it to touch you anyway. I’ll start with my hand…since we’re just getting to know each other.” Continuing to stare, she kept her expression neutral.

  She knew the moment he blinked in their little game of chicken.

  He swallowed hard. The sound of it loud in the stillness of the room.

  She bit her lip then gave it a slow lick. Flirting to get what she wanted was just one tool in her arsenal of persuasion. “If you’re very good,” she murmured, “I’ll let you lick my nipples.”

  The corners of his mouth twitched. A fine sheen of sweat broke on his forehead. He backed up a step then turned toward the bench. She watched while he stripped, not looking at her. She liked what he revealed—a torso cut like a bodybuilder’s—powerful, athletic.

  When his trousers dropped and he moved toward the padded kneeler, she cleared her throat. “I’d like to inspect you before you hide yourself away.”

  He turned slowly, red suffusing his face.

  “Lower your eyes.”

  Again, he gave her a slight glower, but he bent his neck although his gaze continued to watch her.

  “Brat,” she muttered under her breath.

  Striding toward him, placing one foot in front of the other to exaggerate the sway of her hips, she unlaced the top of her corset, spreading the opening and tucking the upper edge beneath her breasts. His gaze dropped to her tits.

  “Guess you need more incentive to obey a simple command.” She touched her nipples with her fingertips and toggled the turgid little tips.

  “Mondo told me all about it,” he said, his voice rough as gravel.

  “Mondo has a big mouth. I don’t need protection. I can handle the problem myself. That the only reason you’re here?” she asked, continuing to fondle herself.

  His mouth opened again to speak, but she tugged a nipple and let it pop back. His breath shuddered out.

  His reaction, the redness of his face, the staggered breath and intensity of his gaze, did things to her. His frame was so tall and burly—just his size and the fact he was eager to do her bidding enflamed her. Moisture seeped to wet the crotch of her panties, and she knew without a doubt she was going to take this session further than she usually allowed.

  She reached up and cupped the corners of his broad shoulders, measuring them with her hands, squeezing the muscle to see just how firm he was. His pectorals jumped and she accepted the silent invitation, smoothing downward. “I like that you don’t wax,” she said, tugging his dark chest hair and then circl
ing his small, flat nipples which hardened instantly beneath her touch.

  She gave him a pointed glare, telling him silently to remain still, and smoothed down again, lightly tracing the deep hollows and swells of his ripped abdomen until she reached his cock.

  The size of his erection left her breathless. Her nipples tightened to sharp, pointed beads. Something his interested glance didn’t miss. The feel of the satin flesh, stretched tightly over his steel-hard shaft, the subtle upward curve, had her nearly drooling. She gripped him with a firm hand and pushed down and back up his thick cock.

  A groan rumbled through his chest, but he shook his head and kept his gaze glued on her breasts.

  “Maybe I’ll let you play with them, touch them with more than your lips—if you’re good.”

  Another rumble was followed by a deep exhale as he fought for control.

  “Widen your stance.”

  His eyes dipped closed for just a second, but he stomped apart his feet, likely remembering how’d she’d fondled him in her store.

  She reached beneath his cock and palmed his balls, liking the velvety feel of his sac. Giving them a gentle tug, she leaned closer so he couldn’t avoid her gaze. “Tell me your full name.”

  “Gus.”

  She arched a brow.

  “Ethan Augustus Taggert.”

  She grunted in displeasure.

  His gaze narrowed, his lips tightened, but then he gave her what she’d waited for. “Ma’am.”

  “Mistress here,” she said briskly. “When we’re in public, you can call me ma’am.”

  His gaze widened, questioning.

  She gave his cock a slow caress. “Yes, I’d like to see you outside this place. Does that please you?”

  Gus’s gaze lingered on her face, touched her mouth then came back up again to lock with hers. “Yes…Mistress.”

  She let her pleasure show and gave him a smile. They stood close, bare chests touching, her hands consuming his sex.

  It didn’t escape her how odd this might seem to someone not familiar with this life—her stroking her hand over the cock of a man whose name she’d just learned, whom she’d just asked out. “If you’re ready, I’d like to see you bent over that bench.” Releasing him, she moved back.

  He swayed on the balls of his feet for a moment, and then turned and walked deliberately toward the bench, likely because he was uncomfortably aroused.

  Her palms still burned with the heat of his sex, and she rubbed them on her hips to quiet the tingling.

  His reluctance was plain to see in the stiff set of his shoulders and back as he lowered himself onto the padded kneeler. He gave a backward glance to where she stood. She gave him a nod to reassure him, and he resettled his knees and laid his belly on the console, hands gripping the edges.

  “Reach down at either side and grip the handles.”

  He did so, his body tensing even more.

  She liked the play of muscles rippling on his backside and thighs. Liked the deep breaths that lifted his whole torso as she strode closer and bent to fasten Velcro straps around his wrists.

  “This necessary?” he growled.

  She grinned, knowing he wouldn’t have complied if he hadn’t wanted to, but liking that he was surrendering his masculinity to her just as he had when he’d plucked her confections from their trays. “Your obedience pleases me, Gus. And now I get to do some more exploring.”

  Her palms warmed as she glided them along his tanned flesh, dipping into the deep indentation of his spine, then filling again with ropes of muscle cording his back. His pale buttocks jerked when she ventured lower, but he relaxed as she continued to stroke his skin.

  Only when she dared trace a finger between the firm, rounded globes did his entire body grow rigid again. She smacked one side, the sound jarring even to her after the long silence. “Relax. I’ll touch you wherever it pleases me.”

  His head shook, but he lowered it again. His body remained taut.

  She lifted her hand and smacked the other side, this time with more force, leaving a reddened outline. “Don’t be stubborn. Take deep breaths.”

  His breathing deepened. From the side, his jaw was tight, muscles flexing along the hard edge. She slapped him again, and he betrayed his pleasure, lifting his buttocks ever so slightly.

  Aislinn backed away. She strode toward a cherry-wood cupboard, sliding out a drawer to find just the right implement.

  His head turned, but restrained, he couldn’t see what she pulled out.

  She smacked the paddle against her palm, making it crack.

  His head jerked back. “What—?”

  “You’re not to speak,” she said, her voice firm. “Not unless it’s to invoke a safe word. If you do, our play ends. I’ll release you, and you’ll leave. Choose a word now.”

  “I don’t need a damn—”

  “Choose.”

  Gus cursed under his breath. “Doughnut.”

  A smile tugged at her mouth. Coming closer, her free hand smoothed over his rock-hard ass. “You’re so tense, Officer Taggert, so sure you’re not going to like this. How about I test you? If you let me give you a few whacks with my little friend, I’ll pause and give you a chance to tell me whether you want me to stop altogether. Keep in mind, this is my way of helping us get to know each other.”

  “You need a damn paddle to learn the measure of a man?”

  “I know your measure. A nice beefy nine inches. What I want to know is how far you’ll go to please me.”

  “Get a bed under your back and I’ll show you,” he growled.

  “Now you’re being a brat again.” She raised her arm, aimed at a tense buttock and swung, not sparing him with the heavy crack she gave him.

  “Shit!”

  She smacked the opposite cheek, not letting him have any time between to prepare. The bench rattled as he fought his restraints. “Sonuvabitch. Fuck.”

  The last curse word came when she reached between his legs and fondled his balls. They were tight against his groin, hard as stones. Reaching deeper, she gave his shaft a slow up-and-down caress. “Want me to stop?”

  “Not when you’re doin’ that.”

  She rubbed a knee against the inside of one thickly muscled thigh and gave his cock another stroke. “This is what you get after you please me.”

  Gus rocked against the bench, shoving his erection through her hard grip. “Don’t s’pose you plan to let me get off?”

  “Not like this. And not until I say so.” She bent and pressed a kiss against the small of his back. “Shall I continue?” she asked, withdrawing her hand.

  His head dropped, his shoulders hunching. “Yes, Mistress.”

  The graveled quality of his voice did things to her. Aislinn stayed still for a moment, savoring his surrender. Many such moments had occurred when she played with the male subs in this room, but never had she felt this instantaneous flush of warmth prickling her skin or the heady thrill that tightened her core, releasing a scalding gush of fluid that wet her panties.

  Caressing his bottom, she chose another spot and gave him a hard swat, glowing with satisfaction when he grew quiet and relaxed his body, folding it over the bench and releasing his death grip on the handles.

  His surrender was sweet. She gave his ass several more swats, careful to never strike the same place, then struck the backs of his thighs.

  Soft groans began to follow each swat, and she knew he was ready to burst, that if she freed him his legs would be weak but his cock so hard that her warm breath feathering its length would be enough to make him come.

  She set down the paddle and pulled back the fastenings, then came around to his head, tipping it up with finger. “Well done,” she said softly.

  His eyelids floated upward, dreamily. A crooked smile stretched across his face. “Thanks. I might be sittin’ funny for a week.”

  One side of her mouth quirked up. “Think of me every time you wince.”

  He groaned. “Jesus. I’m so damn hard.”

/>   She rubbed her thumb across his bottom lip. “I promised you something if you were good.”

  His throat worked around a loud swallow. His gaze dropped to her chest.

  She withdrew her finger and slid her palm beneath her breast, lifting it and bending toward him.

  Without awaiting instruction, he pushed up from the bench and opened his mouth, capturing the tip between hard lips. He drew on her, sucking the hardened bead like a straw.

  Her mouth dropped open at the sharp, electric pulse that shot straight to her core. Pressing closer, she thrust her hands into his thick, brown hair and held him.

  His head wagged, pulling her nipple side-to-side. He nibbled it, licking the sensitive tip behind his teeth, then opened up and sucked more of her tender breast into his hot mouth.

  Stunned by the sensations he aroused, Aislinn raked her nails against his scalp and swayed. Her knees might have buckled if she hadn’t been gripping his head so tightly. She pulled his hair, waiting for him to release her, then paused, knowing she would have ended it long before with anyone else. She played in this room. She didn’t fuck her subs.

  Instead, she shifted and offered him the other breast, knowing she’d crossed a line, but unable to wring a single ounce of regret over the loss of her own control.

  No one would have been more stunned than she to discover the depth of pleasure the man lustfully gobbling up her breasts delivered.

  Chapter Three

  Gus rooted wildly at Aislinn’s breast, grateful the punishment had ended, but happy he’d endured it. Her soft “well done” had flooded him with pleasure. Strange, given how hot his ass was and how painful his erection.

  Still, the gasps she released as he gently chewed the bud of her breast were reward enough. His body felt alive, charged with energy despite the lethargy that had seeped throughout him as she’d paddled his butt.

  He’d never have guessed he’d like it so much. Yes, he’d been spanked before, by Jennifer, who’d chosen him for training a time or two. Feeling the stroke of a flogger or whip did things to his head he couldn’t describe. Aroused him, for sure, but also took him to a peaceful place where his mind slowed and he learned to savor every soft touch or painful whack in an oddly non-sexual way.