by Trina Lane
Mark felt her drift into a light sleep as though her body had to shut down and recharge before operating normally again. He kissed her forehead and waited for her to come around.
Moments later, the distinctly more dishevelled duo of David and Trevor collapsed into the opposite chair, Trevor snuggling on David’s lap like Erica was on his.
“Holy shit!” David said reverently.
“Is she out?” Trevor asked.
Mark nodded and pulled Erica tighter to his body.
“Did you know she was that close? Have you done that before? With nothing more than words? I swear I wasn’t really grinding on her or anything. Trevor had me all worked up from behind. I was basically along for the ride.”
He kissed her temple. “Not like that, but I caught on to the fact that she was imagining being between the two of us, and I exploited it then explained how fantasies are one thing but how she belongs to me…in detail.”
Erica stirred in his arms, and as her eyes fluttered open, they went wide and filled with a look of shock and terror as she realised what had happened. He held her head between his hands and stared into her eyes as they filled with unshed tears.
“It’s okay, love. Don’t be afraid. Nothing happened that wasn’t acceptable. You were able to take pleasure from a joint experience between friends. There’s nothing wrong with that. Look over across from you. Neither David nor Trevor have expressed any negative thoughts about what happened or expressed any negative feelings about you. In fact, I think they both rather enjoyed themselves.” Leaning closer to whisper in her ear, he said, “If you look at them both carefully, you’ll see you weren’t the only one affected by our little dance.”
She felt mortally embarrassed but glanced over to the other chair and saw Trevor sitting in David’s lap. They were kissing again but certainly appeared more rumpled than before. Trevor’s shirt had been hastily re-tucked and his belt wasn’t all the way threaded through the loops on his pants. David opened his eyes and caught her spying.
David lifted Trevor from his lap and set him in the chair. He came to kneel in front of her and placed his hand on her cheek. “You were so beautiful in your pleasure. Thank you for sharing the experience with us.” Then he leaned down and chastely kissed her on the lips.
“See, sweetheart. All is well,” Mark said. “You can’t shock these rapscallions anyway. How about we get a drink then I give you a brief tour of the dungeon—unless you’re ready to call it a night?”
She looked around, feeling much better and not nearly so mortified at the thought of climaxing on the middle of a public dance floor surrounded by the three men, two of whom were a committed gay couple. She was tired but knew if she didn’t see all there was to see, she’d go nuts wondering.
“No, a drink and tour sound like just the thing. I definitely don’t think I’m ready to participate in any more public scenes tonight, but I’d like to see what’s available.”
Mark smiled. “Good girl.”
The waiter brought over four waters, and they finished them in rapid succession, having worked up a thirst on the dance floor. Mark took her hand and led her to another set of doors. David and Trevor followed just behind them. Stopping before opening them, Mark turned and solemnly looked into her eyes.
“Erica, you need to understand that beyond these doors there are different rules. In the main room and in this club, the nature of our relationships are understood but not advertised. That’s why I didn’t expect you to behave submissively or address me as your Dom. Beyond these doors is another story. The moment we step in there, you are to behave as though we are in a scene, whether or not we actually do anything physical. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He brought out a narrow, velvet choker and encircled her neck. “I know we haven’t discussed a permanent collar for you, but this will signify to all inside that you belong to me.”
They opened the doors, and Erica immediately fell into her submissive headspace. Her hand was held within Mark’s, and when she glanced behind her, she did a double take when she noticed it was David, not Trevor, wearing the collar to signal his submission to his lover.
Trevor caught her look and smiled. “Most people expect what you did just because of our size differences.”
Embarrassed to be caught in her assumption, Erica looked down.
“I’m sorry, Sir. I didn’t mean to offend. It’s true I assumed the opposite for that very reason. I know I have a lot to learn about these sorts of things.”
“So what has this lesson taught you, little one?”
“Never assume what role a person plays.”
“That’s good for now, but be aware that next time I see you here, I’ll expect two additional answers to the same question.”
“Yes, Sir.”
She saw Mark smile and nod his head at Trevor in apparent approval of the way he’d addressed her assumptions. Mark led her further into the room and stopped before another man, who had the look of a dominant.
Holding his hand out, he greeted his friend. “Steven, how are you this evening?”
“Good, Mark, and yourself?”
“Excellent, I’d like to introduce you to my Erica. Erica, I’d like you to greet Steven properly. He is the owner of this fine establishment.”
Address properly? Mark never told me how to do that? What if I make a mistake? What if I embarrass him? How do I do this? Okay, calm down go with your gut instinct. This is probably a test. Mark would never intentionally put you in a position where harm would befall you or trap you into punishment. She gracefully dropped to kneel before Steven’s boots. “Pleased to meet you, Sir. You have a truly amazing place here.”
Steven took her hand and assisted her back to her feet then guided her head so he looked into her eyes. “Thank you, my dear. I’m glad to see that our Mark has finally found someone to call his own. If you should ever need assistance while you are here, please contact me without hesitation.”
With that, he walked away.
Mark turned Erica around and pulled her into his embrace. “That was perfect. I know I hadn’t previously told you how to react to a situation like that, but you went with your instinct and I couldn’t be prouder. Now from this moment on, when I introduce you to another Dom, all you need to do is nod and greet them politely with subservience.”
“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir. I admit I was initially scared I would mess up and embarrass you in front of your friends, but then I remembered you would never deliberately set me up to be harmed or trick me into failure.”
“Ah, my sweet princess, you are absolutely correct. I’m heartily glad to see you’ve been listening to me. I see a public scene is about to take place. We’ll go watch, and I want you to pay close attention then tell me your impressions after they’re done.”
The scene took place on the small stage in the centre of the room. A naked young man was lashed to a steel suspension triangle that hung from the ceiling. Using nylon rope, his wrists were tied to the chains forming the sides of the triangle and his upper arms were secured to the steel beam forming the base. The triangle was raised so that he barely maintained connection with the stage. The evidence of his arousal grew as his Mistress circled him, slowly slapping a crop against her thigh. She placed a rubber ball gag in his mouth then buckled it behind his head. Finally, when the room was bursting with tension, she began to lay the crop against his skin.
Erica watched as the man’s eyes widened with each stroke and he cried out against the gag. The crop rained down on his front and back in no discernable pattern, each leaving a telltale stripe where it had landed. Across his chest, down his abs, circling around to mark his back thighs and buttocks. The slaps echoed throughout the otherwise silent room. The Mistress changed implements to a whip and began the process all over again. Each hit connected with skin now slick with sweat. The sub’s chest heaved with laboured breaths as the thin tail streaked across his body.
After several minutes, Erica looked up into
the sub’s eyes, watching as they became unfocused. His breathing slowed, and his body no longer tried to escape the hits given to him but instead arched into his Mistress’ touch. Erica had read about that thing called flying, but seeing it first hand was amazing. Watching the chemicals in a person’s mind take a physical sensation such as whipping and translate pain into the ultimate pleasure was a sight to behold. Finally, the hits stopped, the silence in the room an echo of its own. Then with a barely there whisper, the Mistress leaned into her sub’s ear and ordered his release. His body erupted in an explosive climax that left Erica closing her own eyes to savour an empathetic sensation.
She was moved by the trust the sub placed in his Mistress. He gave her absolute control over his body all for the sake of pleasure. She wanted to give that gift to Mark. She already trusted him implicitly and had done things with him she only fantasised about, but she knew she still had a lot to learn before reaching the same level as the couple on display.
Chapter Thirteen
Mark walked into his bedroom and saw Erica still snuggled down in the blankets. He carried over a cup of coffee and set it on the nightstand. He sat on the edge of the bed, and she stirred, doing that adorable and insanely arousing full-body stretch she did every morning. She let out a little squeak as he laid down and tugged her lengthwise into his body. He burrowed his face and slid his hand into her thick hair. He loved the feel of the soft weight flowing over him like a waterfall. His lips settled just beneath her ear in a soft kiss.
“Morning, sleeping beauty.”
“Morning. What time is it?”
“Just about nine-thirty. Are you ready for our next adventure to begin?”
“Huh?”
He laughed at the confused and absent look in her eyes. “Brain not awake yet?” He started to caress her body, stimulating all those nerves still sleeping. “Maybe I should see what I can do to revive it.”
He pulled her beneath his body. Her legs automatically opened to cradle his hips. He felt the heat and dampness of her arousal seep through his boxer-briefs and moisten his erection. He kept hands speared through her hair, anchoring her head as he forced her lips open.
Deep-thrusting kisses fuelled his hunger. The melting of lips, the tangle of tongues, caused their lungs to burn with the need for air as they consumed the taste of each other. She trembled against him, her fingers pulling at his hair as his lips ate at hers. He couldn’t get enough of her, couldn’t kiss her deeply enough or strongly enough.
Her breasts pressed into his naked chest. Plush, hard nipples rubbed into his flesh by the rocking of their bodies. A rumbling groan vibrated from his throat as he tore his lips from hers. He looked directly into her cornflower eyes, now deepened to violet with her rising desire. His elbows supporting his weight, he caressed her cheeks and smoothed her hair back from her face.
“God almighty, woman. What you do to me. I look at you across a room, and I actually feel my blood accelerate through my veins. I caress you with just my fingertips and I can feel the nerves tingle. But when we’re like this?” His hips rocked forward, and he lowered his forehead to hers. “When we’re like this, my entire body demands I do everything within my power to absorb you. I can’t touch you enough, I can’t kiss you enough, and the only thought screaming through my head is more…more…more. I’m desperate to consume every part of you.”
Her long, dark hair was haloed around her face and head, and her eyes watched him with heated need. His cock demanded he take her and take her now, but there were so many ways he needed to touch her. Love her. And that’s exactly what it was. He loved her. With every fibre of his body, with every echo of his soul. He had searched for his woman, his sub, for so many years and now he’d found her. She was his. By God, she belonged to him and no one else. He’d be damned if he’d let another man have her. Never. Not as long as he lived.
“I love you, Erica.” When he saw her shocked expression, he started again. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to just blurt that out. This wasn’t supposed to be some kind of shock and awe tactic. I just…I love you. I want you to be my woman. I want you to be my sub.” In a rare moment of vulnerability, he closed his eyes and whispered, “I need you.”
He couldn’t let her second guess him. He couldn’t allow her to question the statement, thinking it was made in the heat of the moment. He had to show her. Had to prove his love with every touch, every stroke, every kiss. So he leaned back on his knees, wrapped his arm around her back and lifted her, bringing her breast to his mouth. Taking the velvet-tipped mound between his lips, he pulled.
Her head fell back as a cry filled the air. Not wanting her to strain her neck, his other hand came up to cradle the back of her head. Hard, deep pulls caused the blood to rush to her breast, and it swelled under his tongue. He switched sides, tonguing the sensitive underside and licking around her entire areola before pulling her nipple into his mouth.
He laid her back onto the bed and pushed her arms back on either side of her head. “Stay.”
Leaning over, he jerked open the bedside drawer then retrieved the dildo and the tube of lubrication lying beside it. He pushed her thighs open and moved between them. He didn’t give her time to catch her breath. No time to prepare, no hesitant licks or gentle kisses to her thighs. He dove into her pussy, his tongue parting the curves, his lips moving over her clit and intent on making her insane.
Her cry echoed through the room as she arched to him. Her thighs separated as he pushed at them. He lifted her hips higher, shoving a pillow beneath them. She thrashed as his tongue whipped over her clit.
He lifted her hips higher and moved his head down past her slit. “Put your legs on my shoulders,” he growled.
His tongue circled and laved the rim of her puckered hole. The tight rosebud loosened as he started to make tiny thrusts inside, his tongue incrementally reaching further. Reaching down on the bed, he grabbed the lube and flipped open the cap. Placing it at her anus he squirted a liberal amount inside and used two of his fingers to spread it around.
Her back arched, her hands gripping the pillows beside her head. He inserted the dildo. His tongue plunged inside her pussy again, pumping erotically, erratically, trying to send her senses spinning as he licked at the tender walls.
“Mark…” she wailed his name, pleading.
He worked the dildo inside her back passage for several strokes. “So hot, so sweet, so wet,” he crooned, licking through the slit and tonguing the folds as he blew several warm, heated pulses of air towards her clit. “I can tell how much you love this. Your body is begging for what I can give you. Me, Erica. Only I can make your body sing like this.”
Her feet pressed into his shoulders as she lifted, fighting to press closer to his tongue, air panting from her lips. “You, Mark. Only you. Never again another.”
“I’m going to fuck you, Erica. I’m going to stuff you full, front and back. You remember what that feels like? It’s so hot, so fucking tight. The feel of your wet hungry walls grasping at my dick as I work it in, slow and easy…”
She opened her eyes to see a dark and sensual smile on his lips. She was going to come from his words alone. She shuddered, crying out as the dildo thrust a bit faster. She wanted to reach for him but knew not to move her hands. She could lower them, but the wilful submission to his order only upped the sensations rampaging through her body.
He lowered her legs and crawled over her body, pausing once again to torment her nipples. Firm tugs of his mouth sent agonising pleasure streaking to her clit. The head of his cock pushed against her pussy. Pressing down, she tried to make him fill her.
He stole her breath as he filled her vision. “Give me your lips, baby.”
She opened her lips. She could taste herself on his tongue as he kissed her. Where before his kisses had been a claiming, his tongue pillaging her mouth and demanding her response, now he kissed her with such gentleness, it sank into her heart.
“I love you, Erica,” he whispered against her lips. “I�
�ve tried to show you with my body, but it’s still only a fraction of what burns inside me.”
Her hands clamped on his shoulders as he worked his cock inside her. The pressure from the dildo in her ass pushed against her walls as he filled her and created a fiery conflagration of sensations inside her.
“Oh God. Mark… Mark… More.”
She was stretched on a rack of sensation, so close to orgasm. She felt it just beyond the horizon, just out of her reach.
He pushed deeper inside her, and his mouth latched onto hers.
She began to shudder, so filled with him she was certain he had penetrated her soul. Finally, he was in her to the hilt. He throbbed, and his skin was hot. The heat radiated outwards to all her limbs. Love and lust spun through her.
His hips shifted, and he began to move. No longer slow and easy, he thrust in long, deep strokes.
“That’s it, baby. Clench around me. Pull me deeper. Oh God, you feel so good. Amazing. I can’t get enough of you. Never enough!”
He moved faster, harder, testing their limits. Her legs lifted further, wrapping around his hips, and she pleaded. “Fuck me, Mark. Fuck me hard.”
Her screams filled her head, or were they his? Did it really matter? They moved together, his hips jackhammering, hers lifting into his thrusts. Breaths mingled, and sweaty bodies collided, reaching for completion.
Suddenly, her orgasm tore through her, shaking every bone and muscle in her body. Stars exploded behind her eyes. Mark shuddered above her, the heated pulse of his seed blasting inside her.
Her eyes drifted open, staring back at him as his lifted just enough to watch her. “I love you, too,” she whispered before passing out.