“Well, I don’t blame you for saying yes. If it would have been that easy with Jess, hell, I’d have taken it.”
“Same here. Izzy had me thinking I’d never get to call her my wife.” Seb clinks his glass with Luc, sharing in their journey to win their submissive partners over.
“The most important thing is that you’re happy. You’ve preached to us both about being Dominant, helping us, and being there as our advisor. Maybe it’s time to take some of your own medicine and enjoy your new sub. His collar is going to turn a few heads even if they don’t catch the rock you’re wearing. He’s besotted with you.” Seb gives me a warm smile, and I remember just how far we’ve come.
A few years ago, we were all single Dominants at Solace. I’d tried and failed to set Seb up with a suitable woman on many occasion, but nothing was right. Luc had worked his way through most of the single submissives at Solace, but was only looking for play. We had more in common in that sense, than I did with Seb. But Jess changed that for Luc. Aiden has changed that for me.
Playing with a new partner, developing that connection, and starting that journey doesn’t hold the appeal that it once did.
My palms begin to sing with heat, keen to get to the main event of the evening. I might have put the collar on Aiden, but I want to see him tethered and under my protection and control with it around his neck, telling me and everyone in the room that he is mine.
The tip of my toe begins to tap against the marble floor.
“A little eager, are we?” Luc raises a brow.
“Maybe. I seem to remember you were keen to tie Jess up and show the room just what a beautiful submissive she is.”
“You have the stage booked?”
“Yes. Half an hour. I didn’t want the room to be too filled. He’s still fairly green.”
“Natasha, that sub would do anything you asked simply because he wants to please you. I don’t think you need to worry. You know his limits.”
The reassurance from Seb is comforting. My emotions are still flying high from all that has happened today. It would be easy to get carried away. I need to stay grounded for tonight.
I nod to Seb and cast a glance at Aiden. He and the girls are happy talking out of earshot of us all. His torso is relaxed, his short-sleeved shirt cutting tight around his biceps.
“Are you going to do a public scene?” Luc asks.
“Yes. It’s time. I’ve been particularly cautious, but tonight will be pure honesty, dealt out with a collection of floggers.”
“You do like your impact play.”
I nod and turn to the subs. I want to have a good amount of time to set the scene up and ensure Aiden is as relaxed and ready as he can be. I’m nervous. This was important for me before the ring. Now? Aiden was right. The ring is as important as the collar around his neck. They were significant and special for us as a couple inside these walls and out.
I catch Aiden’s eye and beckon him with my finger. “Come. Time to get set up.” I turn, leaving our friends and heading to our destination for the night.
Each step forward sends vibrations of energy through me. I have been ready for what was going to happen since I’d first set foot inside this place. I have always enjoyed the expectancy and excitement. But this is different. It feels settled and right. I now knew what tomorrow would bring, and that knowledge has calmed my nerves.
I school the half smile threatening to break across my lips. Despite how right this feels, I still have a reputation.
The steps down to the playroom echo with our footfalls. The frosted doors open, and Charles stands just inside with the bag I’d left with Giles as I arrived.
“Thank you.” I nod but give him no further acknowledgement. As usual, he blends in, hiding his true role in Solace from the people who feast at our playground.
I cut through the entrance way and head straight to the stage. It’s dark until I decide to let the spectators view my prized possession.
The cross is positioned off centre and facing the audience, so when I bind him, his face will be away from anyone watching. His shoulders, back and arse will all be available to my flogging arm. The height of the cross and construction allow his cock to sit under the centre point of the cross. The aim tonight is to send Aiden high into sub-space until he has no choice but to come. I want him to feel the flogger against his skin and warm to it.
We’d played at home and enacted some light impact play, but this was a deeper scene. I want Aiden to feel my love for him etched into his very back after tonight.
Aiden follows me onto the stage. I drop the bag to the side and start to check over the cross. The silver D rings catch the light as I move around the apparatus.
“Come.” I pull Aiden to me and behind the cross. I search his face for what he’s feeling. “Ready? You know your safe word. Just mention it, and everything stops. I intend to push harder than I have before, but we’ll go slow. Okay?”
“Yes.” He grins and shows me his dimple.
“You look entirely all too eager for this.”
“It’s not just you who’s had fantasies about this since the first time we were here. We’ve been here a handful of times, but never this. It’s like you’ve been withholding it from me.”
“Well let’s call this a celebration then. We can toast your new collar.”
“And your new ring.”
I flash my hand and twist the band with my thumb, so the diamond is sitting in the middle of my finger.
“Strip and take your clothes back to the chair at the side of the stage.” I point to the area where we would spend aftercare, and catch Aiden showing the first sign of nerves.
I go to my bag and retrieve two padded wrist cuffs. I point to the front of the cross, and Aiden moves into position. I wrap the leather around each hand and run my finger around to make sure they aren’t too tight. My fingers make sure to stroke and pet Aiden’s arms and chest as I do, beginning the build of our play.
His ankles are cuffed too. Because of his height, I retrieve a step from the back of the stage, so I can fix Aiden’s arms to the limbs of the cross. The stretch pulls his body taught, and my hands run down over the bunched muscles of his shoulders and slide down his back and legs to his ankles. His skin is hot and supple, and I gnaw my bottom lip to stop from biting his bum.
“Comfortable?” I take a step back and admire my view. God, he’s a fine specimen of a man. And his beautiful back will be screaming at me in time.
“Yes, Miss Natasha.”
“Good. Remember. Safe word.”
I retrieve my two floggers for the scene and remove my boots. I need to be stable for this. Plus, I don’t know how long it will take for Aiden to reach sub-space.
My first choice is a soft suede flogger with extra-long fronds. It will serve as a good warm up, lighting up his senses and skin. The smooth, wooden handle is well worn, and my fingers grip it comfortably. I step forward as the stage lights up, and swing my arm to judge the distance. It’s a thing of beauty to watch as they splay out against flesh. Aiden may have a canvas to work on, but Aiden is my canvas.
I aim and deliver the first strike. Lightly kissing the skin and letting the nerves rush to the surface. I see Aiden’s body tense, then relax, so I repeat. This time no reaction. I continue and build a rhythm, varying my strikes across the wall of skin infront of me.
After twenty strokes, his skin begins to glow, and I drop the flogger and go and assess my sub.
I walk around the cross to face Aiden. “How are you?”
“Good. It’s like a really intense massage.”
“Green?”
“Yes, green, Miss Natasha.”
I glance down and see his semi-erect cock. One day, I’ll use my softest flogger on his dick and see how he likes it. I keep that thought to myself but don’t neglect what’s in front of me. I grip his cock with my free hand and pump his shaft for three long, drawn out strokes.
Aiden moans, and his head lolls to the side, resting on his bicep.
“You didn’t tell me when I could come?” he strangles out.
“I didn’t tell you because I don’t want you to yet. I want you to concentrate on the feeling of my flogger on your skin. Trust me.”
“Yes, Miss Natasha.”
I go back to my position and continue with the strikes. He’s warmed up, so I throw each strike a little harder. Again, I don’t want it to sting, yet. That will come. Twenty more hits, and his skin is pink. No individual strikes mar his skin, yet, but his shoulders, back, and arse tinge with colour.
With every swing of my arm, I feel Aiden slip under my spell. His arms no longer bunch with tension, and his legs have relaxed. My heart races with hope that he’s starting to lose his grip on his surroundings and solely focus on me. Nothing else matters to me. There is no one beyond Aiden.
I collect my second flogger, a heavy leather that stings with weight behind it. The mop head heightens the intensity. I re-position my feet closer to the cross and begin a slow and methodical pattern across my canvas.
It’s the heaviest flogger in my arsenal due to the number of tails, and I must pivot my body to ensure the pressure is correct.
Low rumbles of pleasure fall from Aiden’s mouth.
My movements increase with the aim and throw of the flogger, landing the fronds across his arse and thighs as well as his shoulders. His head drops forward as his moans grow in sound and intensity.
My heart pounds against my rib cage with a mix of excitement and adrenalin. I could straddle Aiden right this second and slide him deep inside my pussy I’m so ready. But I want tonight to be about more than sex. This is about us and our relationship, showing Aiden my fantasy—letting him feel my desire to Dominate him, and have him find comfort and pleasure.
I drop the flogger and go to check again on Aiden. His eyes have slid shut. His head rests on his bicep again. His cock is hard, jutting out and as high as the cross will allow. The head is red and swollen, with pre-cum leaking from the tip.
“So pretty.” I brush a sweep of his hair from his forehead and trail the tip of my finger down his chest. It stirs his body and his eyes open, unfocused. He blinks and looks at me. He smiles a wide grin at me, and his eyes go soft.
Perfect.
He’s blissed out. I wrap my hand around his cock and rub the pad of my thumb over the head.
“Oh, fuck. Everything inside me wants to combust.”
“I know. And you’re enjoying every second of it.”
“Yes, God, yes. You could do it to me all night.”
“But you want to come.”
“All the fucking time when I’m with you.”
“And how’s your back?”
“Hot. Throbbing. It kind of beats in time with the pulse of my dick.”
“Good to know.”
I return to my position and pick up the flogger again. I wield it, landing blows in quick succession. They travel down toward his arse. I concentrate on the area, making sure a few of the tails curl in between his spread legs and threaten his balls.
“Jesus… Fuck… Please…” A stream of obscenities falls from his mouth as I hit harder and harder. The intensity can be overwhelming. I pause and grab one last flogger. This one only has a handful of tails, but with wrapped leather knots, it will sting greater than the others.
I hit across his flank and see his body tense. A red streak marks his skin. My wrist flicks out again, and I create another stripe on his other side. Matching.
“You may come,” I shout, and Aiden’s body falls limp as I see his hips rock forward.
I drop the flogger and take a deep breath. I fight with the wave of light headiness that threatens my balance and walk over to un-buckle Aiden. His body is slack, but he holds his own weight as I release him.
“Hey, you. Are you with me?” I want to kiss him and pet him and hold him close to me.
“Umm hmmm.” Is the only answer I get.
He leans on me, and I carefully ease him over to the sofa area to the side of the stage. An overwhelming need to soothe him balloons inside my chest. Aftercare was always a step to go through, the closing of the scene.
This felt different. I want to ease Aiden and show him how pleased I am with him. I want my hands on his body, together with my collar.
“Anything I can help with?” Charles asks as I set Aiden down.
“Are any of the rooms free?” I had thought the area I’d used countless times would be enough, but I didn’t want people to view us. I didn’t want anyone else to covet my submissive. My protective streak seems to have flared to life after years of being dormant.
“Sure. We can book one for you. Do you need help with Aiden?”
“No. Thank you, I have him.” Charles was only offering to help, but no one was going to touch Aiden but me.
I wrap the blanket from the sofa around Aiden and lead him back toward the entrance to the bedrooms. I look back, planning to ask Charles to bring the items I’d left behind, but he already has one of the staff attending to it.
The employee catches up to us and shows us to the unoccupied room. I walk Aiden in and get him to lie face down over the bed. It’s a nondescript room. A four-poster bed, a single chair in the corner, and connecting bathroom. No theme or toys of delight. We wouldn’t need anything other than the bed this time.
After our things are delivered, I close and lock the door and take a lungful of air.
And another.
I root through my bag and pull out the bottle of cream. I draw back the blanket from Aiden’s back and admire my handiwork. Mottled patches of red tarnish his skin. A consistent pink, like he’s caught too much sun, covers him from shoulders to mid-thigh. The final stripes have drawn blood to below the surface and will likely leave small bruises by morning. He’s beautiful.
“I’m going to rub your back now.”
“No, please. It’s nice. Hot. Reminds me what you did.”
“I’m looking after you. This is part of the scene, just as much as me showing you off in my collar or displaying you on the cross.”
“Umm. Didn’t know I could feel so… sleepy.”
“Did you enjoy it?” I squeeze the cream into my palm and warm it before gently rubbing over his shoulders.
“Oh, God...” Aiden grumbles into the pillow. “If you keep touching me, I’m gonna wanna come again.” His words slur slightly.
“I’ll take it as a yes. Talk to me. Tell me how you felt. I’m right here.” I work my hands over his back, lightly calming the red.
“Intense. Like my body was doing something on its own. First, it was soothing, then it was harder. But the harder you hit the harder I got. My cock felt like you’d wrapped that leather around it again. It was painful but…”
“Go on.”
“I wanted to show you how much I enjoyed your fantasy. I needed you to see how much I enjoyed it. How good a submissive I can be for you.”
“And why is that?” I fight the words past the emotion now thick in my throat.
“Because I love you, and I want to be your husband and your submissive. Two sides of the same coin. I want to be your everything, and you need this in your life like I need you in mine.”
His words cut deep into my heart, lodging themselves where I can recall them in years to come.
“And how did you feel when I let you come?”
“Relief and pride that I could please you. That I could let you be who you need to be and give you the pleasure you seek.”
“You did wonderfully.” I turn him on his side, so I can see into his eyes. “You are everything I could wish for in a submissive. And I’m thankful that you’re the person you are.”
“You love me?”
“I love you. With all my heart.”
“I never want to take my collar off.”
“It will be for when we play. You’ll have your wedding band soon enough. That should work just as well when we’re out of the bedroom.”
I kiss him fiercely, desperate for this man to see just
how precious he is to me.
“I can’t wait until you’re my wife, Miss Natasha.” He still has a sleepy look in his eyes, but his dimple is as sexy as ever.
“Neither can I, Aiden. Neither can I.”
I’d finally found the more I never knew I was missing.
Appendix
Carer – A care giver
Drafts – A checkers like game played on a board
Fascinator – A decorative head covering worn by a woman
Flaked out – Tiered and sprawled out
Hob – Stove or cooker top
Shifting – Moving
Sound him out – Let someone explain
Top Space – The ultimate high experienced by a Dom
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