by Kallysten
She returned to the sitting room with her thong bunched up in her closed hand. Although she kept her eyes down, she could feel gazes on her, and she imagined that everyone knew she was now bare underneath her skirt. She knew that at least two of the people there were vampires, and she wondered if they could smell the wetness on her thighs. The thought aroused her even further. By the time she reached Master David, her heart was beating furiously and she was taking fast, shallow breaths.
She started to get down to her knees like before, but he stopped her by tapping the seat next to him.
“Up here,” he demanded, then as she sat at his side, he crooned, “There you go. That’s my girl. You did what I asked?”
Her hand trembled a little in excitement as she held it out toward him, then opened it to reveal the scrap of silk inside it. He picked up the thong and slipped it in his pants pocket. She suppressed a grin at the sudden thought that she was unlikely to ever get it back.
“Good,” he said very low, resting a hand on her closed knees, “but I asked you to take those off so I could check for myself.”
Her eyes widened at his words, and she couldn’t stop herself from jerking back. Light play was allowed in the club, but it was mostly roleplay and touching over clothes. Anything overtly sexual was supposed to happen only within the confines of the play rooms. Caught between the club’s rules and Master David’s request, Rachel found herself hesitating.
“Here?” she asked, her voice squeaking lightly. “But—”
She stopped at a new cluck of his tongue.
“No buts, Sheila,” he said mildly. “And yes, here, if that’s what I want. Do you have a problem with that? Do you mind that people might watch me touch you?”
“Sir, you know I don’t mind,” Rachel said very fast. “But the club—”
“Hush now.”
She fell silent at once, but tried to put her reluctance into her eyes. Her heartbeat was drumming in her ears.
“Close your eyes,” he demanded. “Breathe deeply. There. Better.”
Although her breathing calmed a little as his quiet words soothed her, she still felt just as anxious as she was thrilled. She did have an exhibitionist streak, and she enjoyed feeling other people’s eyes on her, like so many caresses. They weren’t supposed to do this in the common area of the club, though. And while Rachel sometimes resented the presence of a window between her, her Master, and their audience, she was deeply uncomfortable with breaking any rule.
“Shh…” He breathed against her ear as his hand, broad and warm, caressed her knees and thighs in slow circles. “You’re not going to get in trouble. You’re just being very good for me, aren’t you?”
“Ye-yes, Sir,” she said with a nod, scrunching her eyes a little tighter.
She knew she wouldn’t get in trouble; in such a situation, the Dom was the one who would have to answer to the club’s security, should it choose to intervene. Just the same, rules were rules, and only after reminding herself that she was obeying her Master did she manage to fully relax. Her knees parted under his touch, allowing his hand to slip higher over her thigh, then in between her legs, high enough that soon his fingertips found her wetness before he even reached her shaved mound. She let out a quiet, breathy moan, and to her own ears it sounded as loud as a cry.
“That’s my good girl,” he all but purred in her ear. “So very wet already.”
Warmth flooded her at the deep appreciation in his voice. She liked few things better than to make him happy. For a second, she let herself imagine that Master David would invite the other people around them to come closer, slip their hand between her thighs and touch her as he had to see how wet she was. It was a harmless little fantasy, gone before it was even fully formed. She was shocked when her Master seemed to see right through her.
He let out a small sigh. “A pity it’s not for me.”
Startled, she opened her eyes and protested before she could even think, “Always for you.”
“Talking out of turn and lying,” he said, and the reprobation in his words was so thick that Rachel shuddered.
He hadn’t asked her a question, but she had to answer and explain herself, even if it meant talking out of turn again. “Forgive me, Sir, I am not lying, I—”
His hand tightened on her knee as he interrupted her. “You were watching someone else play. You got wet for them.”
“Watching, yes,” she murmured. “But I was thinking of you. Imagining you doing to me what Mistress Red did to him.”
His eyes remained unreadable, and she wasn’t sure he believed her.
“Did you, now? And what did she do that was so special, then?”
Rachel’s throat tightened, suddenly very dry as flashes of the scene she had observed earlier surfaced in her mind. She didn’t know where to begin to answer Master David’s question.
Two people walked into the sitting room side by side, a man and a woman, both wearing leather. From where Rachel was, she couldn’t see the colors of their cards. They settled in matching armchairs a few yards away from Master David and her, sipping from their drinks and continuing a discussion about techniques to braid leather to make a flogger.
Master David clucked his tongue, and while the sound was barely loud enough for Rachel to hear, she snapped to attention.
“You’re distracted.” The reproachful tone of his voice caused Rachel’s skin to feel too tight, suddenly. She lowered her eyes and turned absolutely still.
“You know I don’t like it when you don’t give me your full attention,” Master David continued. “It looks like I’ve been too lax. Come.”
He was halfway across the room when she found her legs again. Practically stumbling off the loveseat, she hurried after him, drawing her hands behind her back and lowering her eyes by sheer habit.
When the attendant asked what kind of room he wanted, Master David asked for a private room. Rachel’s eyes flicked up in surprise. Usually, he chose a public room, with only a sheet of glass separating them from onlookers in the sitting room; he liked sharing what he did to her as much as she enjoyed being watched. What was different tonight that he wanted to keep between the two of them? Was this part of what would make the night special?
They walked down the narrow corridor to the room the attendant had indicated, and Master David swiped his card to open it. He entered first, and Rachel followed, closing the door behind her. She had never been in one of the private rooms before, and she noticed at once that it was set up exactly like the public ones.
The wall on the right of the door was covered in a variety of flogging and whipping instruments, as well as other toys and accessories, some resting on hooks on the wall, others laid out in small plastic bins on shelves. A low bench lay parallel to the wall a yard or so in front of it, and a horse was bolted to the floor a little further, the waist-high platform padded in leather. A loveseat was beyond the horse, propped in the corner of the room, the cushion covers a little faded from being washed too often. There were chains against the wall on the other side of the room, some bolted to the wall, others hanging from the ceiling.
Master David immediately crossed the room and went to sit on the loveseat, which, except for the color, was identical to the one they had sat on moments earlier. Rachel continued to follow him, and without thinking, she started to sit down next to him again, like she had outside. A sharp look and raised eyebrow from Master David immediately showed Rachel her mistake. Out there in the sitting room, he had invited her to climb onto the sofa next to him. He hadn’t done so when entering this room; indeed, he had led her here with an unvoiced but clear promise of punishment.
Mortified that she had lapsed at something so basic, she blushed as she sank down to her knees in front of him. She knew she would have to pay for that slip before the night ended.
“I asked you a question out there. Are you going to answer now?”
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br /> “Yes, Sir,” Rachel said very fast, eager to finally do something right. “She—Mistress Red, I mean—she used the suede flogger first, I think. I didn’t see it, but it was on the floor when I first looked in. She was using a leather flogger by then. One with long falls, thin, with small knots on the end of the falls. She…” Rachel had to gulp as she remembered the way Mistress Red’s wrist had twisted and turned as she struck continuously, tracing infinity symbols in the air. “She was striking his back and his ass at first, but then she started hitting his ass only. He was so hard…”
A small chuckle from Master David caused her to blush.
“And then,” she continued, and now she couldn’t stop herself from shifting a little as though her ass had been stinging in sympathy, couldn’t stop her voice from taking an envious tone, “she switched to her hand.”
“And then,” Master David finished for her, “she lowered the shades, didn’t she?”
Rachel started nodding before she caught herself. A nod wouldn’t do now, not when she had been asked a direct question. Her throat was so tight that her voice croaked when she answered. “Yes, Sir.”
“Hmm, yes,” Master David said thoughtfully. “Mistress Red doesn’t share Ray’s orgasms. More the pity.”
Again, Rachel had to stop herself from nodding, this time because she hadn’t been asked for her opinion. In a little while, it would be easier to be perfectly obedient, the way Master David expected her to be. But it had been a few weeks since they had played, and as much as she loved to do so, she always needed a moment to leave her sense of self behind and become only what her Master wanted or needed from her.
She had played with Ray before; he was a switch, and before becoming Mistress Red’s submissive, he had sometimes played Dom at the club. Rachel knew exactly what he looked like when he came, because he had come at her hands a couple of times—and she at his. She didn’t miss playing with him all that much—he liked being on the receiving end of a crop better than he liked wielding it—but she missed the expression on his face when he reached pleasure. He was beautiful, and she wished she could see it again.
“What went through your mind right now?” Master David asked suddenly, his voice a silky whisper in the shell of her ear.
Rachel couldn’t stop her body from jerking. She hadn’t meant to drift off, but she had, and the guilt tasted sour on the back of her tongue.
“I… Nothing, Sir,” she said, lowering her eyes.
“Nothing,” Master David repeated. He placed two fingers under her chin and made her look up. “You’re lying again.”
“No, I just…”
She considered, telling him the truth, but what could be more insulting to a Dom than to hear his sub had been thinking about another Dom? Even if she explained that she enjoyed playing with him much more, it would still be less than pleasant. No, she might as well lie, and pay the price if she was caught. She had brought it on herself by letting her mind drift off anyway.
“I was thinking I would like it if Master David played with me hard like that tonight.”
Master David didn’t even blink. “Liar.”
She trembled at the calm accusation. How did he know? How did he always know? She must have a tell, some involuntary gesture that gave away whenever she was less than truthful, but however hard she tried to control herself, he always knew.
“Go pick a flogger,” Master David asked, his voice still calm, still even. “Bring it to me.”
She had committed enough blunders so far. This time, she was careful not to do anything she wasn’t allowed to. Master David hadn’t said anything about standing, so she knee-walked to the wall, and reached up to pick a flogger off the hooks. After a moment of hesitation, she chose a suede flogger.
She clutched the polished wood handle in her left hand and caressed the soft falls with the right as she returned to Master David, already imagining what the suede would feel like on her body.
Returning to the sofa, she knelt in front of Master David before presenting the flogger to him in her open palms. When he picked it up, she lowered her hands, resting them on her knees.
“Suede,” he said coolly. “Like Mistress Red used, you said.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Am I to understand you want me to reenact her scene?”
His voice was neutral, and when she dared a glance up, so was his expression. She couldn’t tell whether he was upset that she was following another Dom’s scenario or amused.
“I… I liked it, Sir,” she said hesitantly.
Master David tutted. “That doesn’t answer my question.”
Rachel picked her words slowly, trying to avoid saying anything that would upset him. “I would like to play in any way you would like to play with me, Sir.”
“Any way, really. Even if I want to tie you up?”
Rachel swallowed hard, trying to dislodge the lump that was suddenly blocking her throat.
Being tied up was not her favorite thing, far from it. Over the years, as she had slowly become more comfortable with who she was and the things she liked, she had tried just about everything at least once. Being tied up was one of these things that she could do if a Dom asked it from her, but the pleasure she derived from it came from the act of obeying rather than being tied up in itself.
One of the first times she had played with Master David, when she hadn’t known him very well yet, he had tied her up, wrists and ankles bound as he laid her across his lap and settled for a long spanking session. The spanking wasn’t anything new, only the position was, but just the same, she had panicked and said her safeword only minutes after they had started. Master David had released her at once, and he had stroked her wrists gently, allowing her to calm down before he had asked what had spooked her.
He had tied her up several times since, at first for only moments, then gradually for longer periods of time, always praising her for being such a good girl for him. It still wasn’t something she enjoyed much, and it would never be one of her favorite games, but the difference was that now she trusted Master David. He had taken the time to learn what she liked and didn’t like, and he knew how far, how hard he could push her. She had never felt like using her safeword again since that first time.
He was still waiting for her answer, she realized, and while he could be patient, she didn’t want to test his limits.
“Sir, if you want to…to tie me up, it is your privilege, and I’m always honored to play with you.”
For a long moment, she could feel the intensity of his gaze on her as he considered her. When he finally sat down on the bench, he did so without a word. Rachel let out a slow, shaky breath when he bent down to unlace his shoes. It was always the first thing he did when starting a scene. She had asked him about it once, on a night when they had met for drinks only, and he had explained he simply felt he had a better footing when he was barefoot, and better footing meant better control.
A bulge was already straining across the crotch of his pants when he said, “Undress for me. Your skirt first.”
She stood in front of him and reached for the side zipper of her skirt. It slid down with a metallic murmur that seemed to fill the quiet room. She shimmied out of the skirt, aware of Master David’s appreciative gaze. When she finally stepped out of it, he reached down to pick it up, but his eyes never left her. He folded the skirt before setting it next to him on the sofa, then reached toward her, his fingertips playing over her thigh and hip. Goose bumps erupted over her skin, and she waited for his next directions.
“Turn around for me,” he demanded.
She pivoted, turning her back to him while remaining close enough that he could still touch her. He hummed reprovingly, and she couldn’t help but flinch at that small sound, wondering what she had done to upset him. As it turned out, she wasn’t at fault.
“I can still see a couple of bruises from last time,�
�� he said. “It’s been what, three weeks?”
“Nineteen days, Sir.”
His hand continued to stroke her ass, and although it wasn’t his goal, arousal flared through Rachel.
“Does it still hurt?”
“No, Sir,” she replied hurriedly, too much so, perhaps, because he didn’t seem convinced.
“I want to push you hard tonight, but if you’re not ready…”
“I am, Sir. I promise.”
She was scared all of a sudden that he would call everything off and announce that they wouldn’t play that night. He had done it once before, only weeks after they had first started playing together, and when Rachel had tried to ask other Doms to play with her, she had realized he had told all of them she was still bruised and needed to recover. She had hated him for it. She had hated him until they had played again, and he had taken such good care of her needs that, by the end, it hadn’t been hate at all that she felt for him.
“Look at me,” he demanded.
She turned and raised her eyes to his face, trying to express all her certainty that she was fine and could play tonight. Not only that, but she needed to play. Nineteen days were a long time.
He considered her a moment longer, then offered a shallow nod. “Very well. Continue. Your bustier next.”
With relief and excitement flowing through her, Rachel unsnapped the six silver pressure-buttons that closed the bustier in the front, starting from the bottom and slowly going up. A small shrug when she finished caused the wide leather straps to slip off her shoulders, and she caught the garment as it slid down her back.
Master David’s eyes, now burning with desire, followed every one of her gestures. He took the bustier from her like he had taken the skirt, but rather than putting it aside on the sofa, too, he lifted it to his face and breathed deeply, his gaze remaining on Rachel the entire time.