Climax

by Kohl, Sexxa

  Please turn around so I can see you!

  Overwhelmed, I stare down at the papers in front of me. Flipping through the pages, I become slightly overwhelmed at all of the amendments as I read through a few of them.

  “Yes, I am a ruthless business man, Raven. I get what I want when I want it. You’ll find that I am not tolerant nor am I patient. I don’t apologize for that. As my submissive, I’ll expect you to live up to that contract in every way.”

  “There is so much in here. I can’t possibly read through every detail that quickly, Mr. R.”

  “You will look over it now! If you have any questions or concerns, then voice them to me before you leave. Once you sign, there is no going back. You will either accept or reject the contract. There will be no negotiations in this deal. As I said before, I am not a patient man, Raven. I also believe I told you before that I expected you to call me Sir!”

  “Yes, Sir,” I reply, trying to swallow down the fear in my throat. Turning the page bold print catches my attention.

  SPECIFICATIONS:

  I. All physical and sexual encounters between submissive and Dominant will only occur when submissive is blindfolded. Identity of Dominant is to remain anonymous. Any failure to comply with this will result in immediate termination of contract.

  II. submissive will only wear skirts or dresses for the entire length of contract. No pants or jeans are allowed.

  III. submissive will be available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. A phone will be provided for submissive by Dominant and is to be kept on at all times. Any failure to comply with any of these specifications will result in IMMEDIATE termination of contract.

  “The part about the phone. What if something happens and I can’t take the call?” I ask him, referring to the times I’m at the hospital visiting or at work.

  “It will be a violation of our contract.”

  “But, Sir, I-,” I start to explain, but he cuts me off.

  “If I call, you answer. NO EXCEPTIONS!” I jump at his words and shove the fear aside in order to return to reading.

  As I continue looking through each amendment, I feel my face begin blushing. Does he honestly expect me to do all of these things? Better yet, can I do all of this? When I read further down, I see several references to sexual positions and devices. The thought of a few of these has me intrigued and even sends my head in a fantasy scenario.

  My fantasy ends when I see the word PUNISHMENT in bold print. Scanning the listed types of punishments, I shudder at the words before me.

  Belt, Crop, Caning, Muzzle, Whip…

  NO FUCKING WAY!

  “Will you really beat me if I refuse something?”

  “That all depends. Are you already thinking you will deny me of something I ask?”

  “No, Sir. I’m just not sure about some of these things.”

  “Don’t defy me and you will have nothing to worry about.”

  That is yet to be seen. Part of my body already wants to defy him. My mind thinks about the spanking he gave me the other night and I feel my clit throb at the memory. Crossing my long legs, I squirm a bit in my seat. There is something definitely wrong with me to find anything about being punished as being erotic. I can take most of these punishments, but I don’t think I can handle the cane.

  My eyes read further down to LIMITS and I spot the words SAFEWORD. I’ve heard of this in the books I’ve read and from some of the girls who work at the club. I wouldn’t even know what to come up with for a word.

  Skipping over more details, I jump to the last page and sign my name, repeating the same to the other contract. If I don’t sign, the deal is off. I can’t risk that, so I sign.

  “Alright, I’m done,” I say, sitting down my pen.

  “Already? Are you sure about that?” He asks with humor in his voice.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “I’m not so sure that you are,” he replies, now with more yearning in his voice. I don’t respond to his comment.

  “Tell me, Raven, are you on the pill?”

  “Yes, Sir. I’ve been on it for a while now.” I don’t bother explaining to him the reasons I am on it. Working at the club, I’d been too panicked I would be attacked by one of the men. It’s a safety thing for me.

  “Excellent. In that contract, you will find my latest medical testing. I have a clean bill of health. I assume you understand you are to be mine exclusively. I will not have you sharing another man’s bed.”

  “That won’t be a problem. I have only ever been with you, Sir.”

  “Excellent. So what are you wearing right now?”

  “Um, I’m wearing a yellow sundress.” I stutter nervously.

  Why does that matter?

  “Very good. That will make this next part much easier.”

  “What part?”

  “Pick up the pen, Raven.” Confused, I hesitate to move.

  “NOW!”

  I reach out in front of me and take the long thick fountain pen back in my hand.

  “Lean back in the chair and ease the pen inside of you.”

  What the fuck did he just ask me to do?

  Holding up the silver pen in front of me, I nervously examine it. Engraved letters, Congratulations J.R. are etched into the side. Mentally, I try to figure out what the letters stand for, but his voice sends me jumping.

  “I SAID put the pen inside of you!”

  Feeling embarrassed, I lean back and spread my legs.

  Dear God, I can’t believe that I’m doing this right now.

  Pushing my pink thong aside, my wet folds embrace the cool metal as I guide it on in me.

  “I want you to fuck yourself with it and make you come,” he demands.

  I can’t do this! This is ridiculous.

  “NOW! I want to hear you come hard on that pen!”

  Increasing my movements, I feel the tip where the clip is attached tease my sweet spot. Who would have ever thought this would feel so damn good. I can feel it building so I push it deeper inside.

  “That’s right, Baby. Fuck yourself hard! I want your cum coating my pen!”

  His words spiral me out of control.

  “Oh. My. God!” My warm release drips down my fingertips as I ride out my orgasm. I can hear his ragged breathing from all the way across the room.

  “Very good, Raven. Now, place it back on the table,” he manages to say breathlessly.

  Straightening up in the chair, I smooth back my hair and pull down my skirt. Still reeling from my intense orgasm, I place the pen back in front of me.

  It glistens in the light from my juices. Heat overtakes my face as I grow more embarrassed.

  “I suggest you take the contract home and study it carefully so that you can prepare for what to expect. Remember, you have signed it. For the remainder of these next two weeks, you are mine. It’s officially right there in black and white now. The box beside of you is your new phone. Keep it with you and on at all times!”

  “Parker, please escort my guest back to her home.”

  “No Sir, that won’t be necessary. I work tonight.”

  “Very well, then. Parker will take you wherever you need to go.”

  Parker emerges carrying the blindfold in his hands. Tying it tightly around my face, he lifts my arm and pulls me to my feet. Suddenly, I hear footsteps walking toward us. Parker stops and releases my hand. I feel a thumb as it glides across my lower lip. A volt of energy surges through me and radiates deep down to my lower region.

  “I look forward to when we meet again,” he whispers against my lips. His delicious flavor of cinnamon fills my nose. I want him to kiss me, but he doesn’t. Tenderly, he tucks my hair behind my ear and then I feel Parker take my arm again. My legs are so weak from his encounter that I’m relieved to be relying on him to help me out of here. I have no explanation for the way he makes me feel nor for the things that I want him to do to me. I don’t know what happened in there, but I am fairly certain that I just signed my soul away to the devil.

  Jaxxo
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  I miss her the minute she walks out the door. There is no denying that she and I share an undeniable connection. One that I’m sure will be my undoing. Now that I have her name on this contract, I smile. She is officially mine. Eyeing my silver pen on the wooden table, I feel my dick grow hard. Moving to the desk, I quickly pick it up and feel her slick wetness that still saturates it. I smell her delicious scent as I move it beneath my nose. Hungrily, I open my mouth and slowly guide it between my lips, savoring her sweet flavor as it saturates my tongue. As I pull it back out, I look back down at it in my hand, staring at the etching Congratulations J.R.

  Moving back over to my desk, I sit down, still studying it in my hand.

  I hate this pen.

  It represents every insincere thing about my father. This had been my graduation present from college. A stupid forty-dollar pen. Not to mention, it had been picked out and delivered by one of his many suckataries. I’m sure it’s easy to get why I call them that. Over the years, they’ve spent a lot of time on their knees to keep their jobs.

  Lifting up the picture frame on my desk, I smile warmly down at it. I will forever remember my graduation day. My grandfather had bought me my first Porsche as a surprise. My asshole father had huffed saying how impractical it is to own one. The car didn’t mean anything to me. My grandfather being there did. Thankfully, I have this picture on my desk immortalizing the moment.

  The one simple word etched on this pen is the one word he has never said to me. Congratulations. I laugh to myself. As funny as it is, I’m sure he didn’t even plan on it being written on this gift. Hell, he’d never even known that he’d given it to me in the first place. Running the metal underneath my nose once more, I can still smell her. My dick instantly points to the Heavens above, pressing hard against the seam of my zipper. Yes, this just became my favorite pen. She has taken a horrible memory and replaced it with one that I will never forget.

  Walking over to the bar in my office, I pour a large glass of bourbon before moving to the long wall of windows.

  I love living here in this building.

  The entire top three floors of this ten-story building are occupied solely by me. All other floors below that are luxury apartments, and are managed by one of my best friends, Marcus. Even though I own the building, I give him 100 percent of the profits just to run the place. It does quite well for him and it saves me the headache of dealing with tenants. My privacy is the only thing I have ever asked in return and Marcus has always made sure to respect that.

  The eighth floor is a smaller version of my penthouse. I keep it available for when my friends stay from out of town maybe a few weeks out of the year. The ninth floor, or Level Nine as I call it, is the floor that I play on. It is where I have my submissives delivered to when I feel the need to feed the demon inside. The floor is divided into several different rooms, as well as a large control room. Each place houses different devices for pleasure and pain. I should call this floor Hell. It is, after all, where my demon unleashes itself upon its prey. Nothing will satisfy it more than when I bring her here to feed it.

  The sooner the better.

  The evening sky beams its warm pink hues in the sky bidding the sun farewell. I think I shall pay Ms. Raven a visit tonight at the club. My body craves to be near her. Images of her on stage only make me hungrier for her.

  Tonight, I’ll be near my Raven again.

  Blaire

  I don’t want to work tonight, but I can’t risk losing this job. In this business, if you miss too much work you are easily replaced by another set of tits or ass. Luckily, I bypass having to speak with Honey tonight in the dressing room. No one here knows anything about my personal life or me. They do know that I’ve never missed a day of work in the six months I’d been here.

  “Raven! We have a pretty large bachelor party here tonight so Mike wants you up early on the second set.” One of the bouncers yells into the room.

  “Got it!” I yell back as I frantically finish getting ready. I don’t know what to wear tonight, but I’m drawn to do something to match my dark mood. Searching my wardrobe, I hold up just the right one. All the men really seem to really love this little black leather number. Hooking the leather corset into place, I slide into the lace panties and hook the black fishnets into position. Stepping into my black leather thigh high boots, I quickly zip them up and move back to the dressing table.

  Playing up my eyes with dark eye shadow, I finish off my look with my fire engine red lipstick. Adding a thick layer of high gloss to my lips, I toss the tube back into my makeup kit and run my hands through my long waves, fluffing out my hair a bit more.

  “GOD! They are animals out there tonight!” Honey’s voice unexpectedly appears behind me.

  “Hey, babe! I’ve missed you,” she says as she plops into her seat beside me. I hadn’t really thought about what to say to her. My issues with her are my own problem, not really hers.

  “Family emergency. I’m back now.”

  “Is everything alright?” she looks at me with concern in her eyes. I’ve never told her anything much about me and I don’t like starting to now.

  “Um, yeah. It’s gonna be fine,” I reply.

  “RAVEN! You’re up!”

  “Go get 'em girl!” Honey says as she playfully slaps my behind.

  “Alright guys, you will all need to be heading to church repenting after this one! Let’s give it up for our girl RAVEN!”

  Marilyn Manson’s “Personal Jesus” blares through the speakers as the stage lights dance around me. I am blinded against the crowd. The switch from Blaire to Raven takes over just as I turn to take hold of the pole. Tonight, they get the anger that fills my soul. Swinging my body around the metal, I thrust my hips around, grinding on the pole before shimmying down to the floor. Wrapping my legs tightly around the steel, I make my journey upwards, climbing higher and higher into the air. Freefalling backwards, I firmly squeeze my thighs and slide down the pole, remaining upside down.

  Flipping back over, I spread my legs wide for the crowd. Men are screaming for more while that lovely green paper flies all around below me. Setting myself back on the floor, I drop down to make my way on all fours, crawling down the length of stage. I dare a closer than normal proximity to the men on the side. Usually, I never let them touch me, but Mike wants us to be kinder and friendlier to the bachelor parties that come in here. Tonight, I bravely decide to give them a closer view. The men touch my thighs and tuck money in my garters and underwear.

  Inching backwards to a safer distance, I reach in front of me and unclasp the hook on the front the corset. Something is different this time and it causes me to hesitate. The men don’t like being teased and they scream louder at me to take it off for them.

  “Come on, Baby, show us those tits! Bring your fine ass over here so I can taste that pussy,” the vulgarities fly around me.

  Why is this so hard this time? Why can’t I do this?

  Pushing back the emotions raging inside of me, I drop my top and allow my breasts to fall free. I shove them up with my hands as I fall to my knees. Raising my hands to lift my dark curls, I slowly release my hair allowing it to cascade down my back. Arching my body against the floor, I rock my hips to the loud beats around me. For a moment, I am lost in the song’s lyrics. When I finally open my troubled eyes, they immediately lock with the Beautiful Man from the other night.

  Holy-damn-fuck-shit!

  His eyes are hungry and extraordinarily angry. I can’t break his stare so I once again do the unthinkable. I slide my hand down my body and in between my legs. His brows furrow as he squirms in his seat.

  Good. It’s working.

  But then, just as I am proud of myself for making him desire me, he jumps up and storms off, leaving me nervous, confused, and embarrassed to finish my number on stage.

  The music ends and I lift my body up to see that I am surrounded in mounds of cash. Whistles and catcalls fill the air as I shove the money in my bag before exiting the stage.
I think this is the most money I’ve ever made on one set since I’ve been here.

  Before walking through the backstage door, I brave another glance around the room. Beautiful Man is gone. Maybe tonight he’d been just a figment of my imagination; maybe he’d save me from my insanity.

  Jaxxon

  FUCK! I thought I could handle her doing this, but I can’t. She has no idea the need and desire I’d felt when she locked eyes with mine. I wanted her so fucking much that I about came in my damn pants. Something happened when I saw her up on that stage and I damned sure hadn’t expected it to. Tonight, instead of just watching her dance, I had zoned in on how the men around the room lusted for her. I heard every single nasty comment they shouted at her. Yeah, I’d fucking hated every goddamned second of it. She belongs to me, not to them. Her body is for my eyes, not theirs. I had to get out of here before I killed every one of these horny sons of bitches.

  The night air hits my face, but I can still hear the men scream for her all the way outside. Punching the brick on the building, I feel the warm blood from where I’ve broken my skin. This will never happen again. After tonight, she will never set another foot on that stage. Pushing my way back inside, I find the owner and make him a deal that he can’t refuse.

  A few drinks and a handshake later, I’ve become the new official owner of Club Climax. And my manager, Mike, is about to fire one of most valuable employees.

  Blaire

  I have just finished getting ready for my second set when Mike comes into the dressing room. On nights like these, it is highly unusual for him to leave the front of the club. Automatically, his presence confuses me. “Lacey, you’re up next. Raven, I need to speak to you.”

  “But Mike, I’m up next,” I explain, but he waves me to join him.

  “Looks like Little Miss Perfect just got in trouble,” Lacey says and the other girls begin laughing. Everyone except Honey, that is.

  “Fuck off, Lacey!” Honey defends me, forcing me a pained smile. So much of her I will never understand. Even after what had happened with her and Beautiful Man, I still know she has my back.