Dangerous Desire

by Sebastian Ex

  Penny’s fastened to the whipping bench, her wrists and ankles secured by thick leather straps. The Dominant goes to where her head is hanging, squats down and speaks to her. She nods once and tries to maneuver to look up at her Dom.

  He stands, pulls his hand back and slaps her across the face, open-handed. I feel my hands clench into fists. He doesn’t walk around and check the tightness of the restraints. He simply hits her and walks off to the side of the stage. My eyes are focused on Penny. I look for any small sign of her not wanting to be there. Just one sign and I’ll rip her out of those bonds and take her back home.

  “Easy, Brandon. She’s not yours anymore,” Matthew murmurs while keeping his eyes forward. “Nathan, the girls need to go to the ladies’ room.”

  “Slave, go with Ella. And stay there until I come and get you. You know the rules, you can only speak with Ella and no one else,” Nathan says as he grabs her by the jaw and moves her head to look at him.

  “Yes, Master,” she says as she fluidly stands to her feet. The girls link hands and go search for the bathroom. Matthew watches the girls, and I watch as the Dom comes back on stage carrying a paddle, a cane, and a whip. He places the cane and the whip on the small table, keeping the paddle.

  He walks around stopping by her head. He lowers the paddle to within eye sight and shows Penny the first thing he’s going to do to her. Her butt is perfectly white, not a single mark on it. I can see she’s anticipating the thwack of a paddle, she’s doing what she always does. Grinding her hips, trying to get some friction between her legs before the scene even starts.

  Her Dom walks behind her, lifts his arm over his head and brings the paddle down with full force.

  “Fuck me!” I say as I flinch.

  Penny cries out, and he brings the paddle down again. No warm up spanks with his hand, no softer paddling, nothing like that. He brings the paddle down three more times. Each time on the same spot on her right ass cheek. He’s not even alternating, he’s concentrating on the same spot.

  “I’ve got to stop this,” I say to Matthew, who’s already looking around him to try and find a dungeon monitor.

  I stand and walk to the bar looking for a monitor. “Can I help you, sir?” the bartender asks.

  “Dungeon monitors, where are they?” The barman looks at me, he squints his eyes together as he draws his eyebrows in. Fuck me, that look tells me they don’t even have dungeon monitors.

  Turning to leave, I hear Penny scream out again, my back becomes rigid and I count to ten in my head before I do something I may regret.

  I walk over and sit back down, looking at Matthew and Nathan. Matthew’s already up and standing beside the stage, and Nathan is walking toward the ladies’ bathrooms.

  The Dom brings the paddle down once more before dropping it on the stage. He quickly picks up the cane and starts to smack her upper thighs. Penny struggles against the restraints, and I continue to watch. Both Matthew and I are ready to jump in but, I can’t deny it, her arousal coats the insides of her legs, and she’s trying desperately to grind her pussy against the bench to get some relief. I can’t interfere, no matter how wrong I think this is for her. She obviously wants it, and I need to respect that.

  But there’s no way I can stay here and watch him play with her so violently. He brings the cane down around the tops of her thighs again; she shrieks. With his free hand, he plunges into her pussy and she cries out again. This time in her ‘desperate to come’ tone. The one that tells me she’s enjoying this far more than she’s enjoyed anything I’ve ever done to her.

  I stand from where I’m sitting and Matthew sees me. He walks to me, blocking the stage with his body so I can’t see. But I can hear her moaning, wanting more, wordlessly begging her Dom to hurt her. I can hear the sharp sound the cane makes as it comes down on her skin again.

  “I’m gonna head out,” I say to Matthew.

  “Nathan’s going to get the girls.”

  “I’m out of here, I’ll see you at the club on Monday.”

  I turn to see Nathan, flick my chin up and walk out of that fucking club. I get in my car and take off as quickly as I can.

  Where do I go?

  One of the strip joints down the road from the Onyx Club.

  I need pussy.

  And I need alcohol.

  And I don’t care in what order I get them, either.

  FOUR

  “Hey, I want a private lap dance,” I say to the cute brunette as she serves me a drink.

  “They’re two hundred, cash only,” she responds in a bored way, as she puts my fifth, or maybe sixth scotch in front of me. Matthew always drinks Adberg’s Scotch so I may as well join him, seeing as all I want to do is get wasted tonight.

  I took my car to the Onyx Club and left it there, walking half a block down to ‘Duchess by Night’, one of the better, though still sleazy, strip clubs in the ‘hood.

  I take out my wallet and grab a handful of bills. “Here,” I say, throwing them on the table. I’m not even sure how much I’ve given her; I just need to get drunk, get my cock sucked and forget about Penny.

  She picks the wad up, looks at me, and sits beside me on the used sofa. “Sugar, for this you can fuck her, too.”

  My mind’s becoming clouded, the effects of the alcohol finally beginning to work.

  Penny walked out. She’s with someone else now, which means I’m free to do who I want as well.

  “This way, sugar.” The waitress stands, grabs my hand and starts pulling me toward the dimly lit hallway. She opens a door, pulls me inside then pushes me to sit on a faded red sofa. “Your girl will be here in a few minutes. Here are the rules. No exchange of bodily fluid. If she gives you a blow job you need to wear a rubber. If she fucks you, you need to wear a rubber. She’ll tell you what you can fuck. Some like being fucked in the ass, some don’t. There’s a security camera up there, and security will be watching, in case you do anything you haven’t paid for. No smacking her, no bruises, no biting, no pissing or shitting on her. No tying her up, and if she says ‘no’ to anything, you can’t do it.” she stops talking and looks at me. “You got the rules, sugar?” She stands by the door, waiting for my response.

  “Yeah,” I slur. The last scotch is starting to seep into my bloodstream and really slowing my reflexes down.

  She looks me up and down, and she half grins at me. “I’ll be surprised if you can even get it up,” she mumbles on her way out of the door.

  Sitting back in the worn sofa, I look around the room. My head is swimming, but if she can fuck someone else, so can I.

  A redhead comes into the room wearing nothing more than a tiny black thong. Her tits are plastic, sitting quite high and not moving at all as she closes the door and walks toward me. She’s young, maybe early twenties. Not an ounce of fat on her body, skinny as they can be. I can even count her ribs.

  “How old are you?” I ask as I swing my arm over the back of the sofa.

  “I can be any age you want me to be, cutie.” Her hips swing as she takes a few more steps toward me. She lowers her eyes, and brings her finger up to run it over her lips. She’s doing nothing for my cock. Her posture is all wrong. Her shoulders are too high, her back too straight. She flutters her fucking eyelashes at me, attempting to be sexy.

  “How old are you?” I ask again, my tone dropping as I lower my chin and look at her the way that sends Penny straight into submissive headspace.

  “I told you, I can be sixteen,” she pauses and gives me a fucking giggle. Who the fuck giggles? “Or I can be thirty.” She lifts an eyebrow at me and puckers her lips. She looks like a duck’s ass, about to take a crap.

  “I want neither of those, just the truth. Unless you’re fucking incapable of knowing the difference.”

  “Look, do you want me to suck your cock or not?” she asks as she stops trying to seduce me with her immature look.

  “You can give me a fucking lap dance, and if you’re lucky I’ll let you take my cock in your mouth.”


  She rolls her eyes, walks over to the outdated sound system, hits a button and goes to the pole in the room. Wrapping her leg around the pole, she hoists herself up and begins her ‘seduction’ routine. Her tits are defying gravity even as she’s upside down. Her hair is flopping around her face and she’s trying her hardest to get me to look at her pussy as she keeps opening her legs in front of my face. The thin piece of material does nothing to cover her smooth slit, and it’s obvious that’s her intention.

  I lean down to the small wooden table beside the sofa to pick my scotch up, but I’ve already thrown it back and have nothing left.

  “Get me a drink,” I say to her as she slides down the pole.

  She huffs and screws her mouth up at me. “What do you want?”

  “Scotch, bring me two.”

  She hits pause on the sound system and leaves the small, airless room to get my drinks.

  What the fuck am I doing with her? I rub my hand over my face and pinch the bridge of my nose. I need alcohol. That’s what I need. To watch her dance, get me hard, and drink.

  She comes back in, carrying the two tumblers. She places them on the table beside me, and pushes her tits out so I focus on them. Picking up the glass tumbler I take a drink, and fuck me, it’s watered down. She hits the play button again, but this time comes and kneels in front of me.

  “May I suck your cock?” she asks looking up at me from beneath her lashes.

  I don’t know what happened from her leaving this room, to coming back in, but right now she looks fucking hot. I nod once and shift in the seat so she can unzip my pants and take my cock out.

  She does, but I’m not hard yet. “You’re huge,” she says in a rehearsed, deadpan voice. Obviously what she says to everyone.

  I chuckle and look at her. I’m above average but definitely not huge. “I don’t want to hear your bullshit, little girl. Just wrap those well-used lips around my cock and suck me.” She grabs a condom and looks at my cock then at me, clearly not wanting to try and put it on my soft dick. “Give me a lap dance. That should make me hard.”

  She stands and starts swaying to the music, her hips swinging side to side. She’s grabbing and pinching her nipples. And still, she’s doing nothing for me.

  Not a single fucking thing. I throw back my drink, the diluted sting a welcome distraction from this pathetic girl trying to make me hard. I lean my head back and close my eyes.

  And then I feel her, her ass grinding against my dick. Her warm skin wriggles against me, and my cock begins to spark to life, given attention by the warmth pressing against it.

  “You like that?” she says. But all I can hear is Penny’s voice. Her skin so soft, her blonde hair swinging from side to side, as she looks over her shoulder at me. “Sir, your cock is digging into my ass,” she says as she smiles, raises an eyebrow at me, giving me that dangerous smirk.

  “It is, I’ll have to use it. Maybe I should bend you over and fuck you from behind as you finger your pussy.”

  “I’d like that, Sir.”

  “Or maybe I should lay you down, hook your legs over my shoulders and fuck this hot little ass of yours.”

  “I’d like that too, Sir.”

  “Or should I just eat you out?”

  “Yes please, Sir.”

  Christ, she feels so good on me. I’ve always loved it when she rubs her cunt on my cock. Her juices coat me, getting my cock ready to thrust deep inside her. “On your knees, Petal. You’ve been such a good girl lately, you can have my cock as a reward.”

  “What?” Penny’s voice morphs, from the sweet sound to an annoying pitch I hadn’t picked up on before.

  My eyes fly open and I see the stripper standing in front of me with a look I can only describe as questioning.

  In my own fantasy of Penny, I was reacting to her, the stripper was merely Penny’s proxy in our paid exchange. “You need a hand there, cutie?” she asks, but I can tell she’s not really keen on it. And truth be told, I don’t want her anywhere near my cock.

  I let go of my now hard cock, and grab the second tumbler from the small table. I throw the contents back in one go while I keep an eye on the redhead. She looks at me, and decides to get on with giving me head.

  The issue is, my cock is hard for Penny, not this chick. She kneels between my open legs, slides the condom on and lowers her mouth on my cock. I feel nothing for her wet mouth around the head of my dick, any sensations to be had, blunted by the latex. Her tongue twirls, her red head bobs up and down as she grabs my balls and massages them.

  She’s doing it all wrong. I lace my fingers in her hair, and she lets out a moan. Her body tells me she’s not into it. Her enthusiasm is all plastic, rehearsed. She’s giving me what she gives every guy she blows.

  “That’s enough,” I say as I pull her off my cock.

  “You don’t like me?” she asks as she sits back on her heels.

  I remove the condom and tuck my cock away, leaning back on the sofa. “How many guys do you blow a night?”

  “I’ve never done anything like this before. They offered me fifty bucks to give you a blow job.” Again she’s rehearsed this and has probably recited it many times before. She’s probably been told guys wanna hear it.

  “Since the moment you brought yourself in here, everything you’ve said or done is as real as your tits; Plastic and fake. I can read everything about you. Now, how many guys do you blow a night?” I ask again.

  Her shoulders slump slightly forward and her jaw relaxes. Finally, I’m going to get the truth out of her. “A few. Anywhere between three and six.”

  “You enjoy it?”

  She shrugs and lifts one side of her mouth. “It pays the bills, the rent, and keeps my son fed.” She says as she looks at the floor.

  “Why don’t you find another job then?”

  “Because there are some nights I can earn enough to pay the rent for two weeks. And then there’s other nights, I make just enough to pay for groceries.”

  “Your partner?”

  She throws her head back and laughs bitterly. “Fucking wiped me out of every cent I had saved, took off with some eighteen-year-old girl, and left me and our son with nothing more than my son’s bed. He even took my clothes for his new girlfriend.”

  Why the fuck do I have this overwhelming need to fix her?

  Because I’m a God-damned Dominant, and I can’t get past a lady in fucking distress.

  Just like Diamond. I stumbled upon Diamond, quite literally, sleeping in the parking area for Onyx Club guests and employees. She was curled up beside my car, sleeping under a veil of newspaper with nothing more than a thin layer of barely there clothing. I took her into the club, called Matthew in and we talked to her.

  She’d gotten away from a brothel, which kept her locked in a room and working up to twenty hours a day, fucking one guy after another. They also had her addicted to drugs. It was a whore-mill.

  Matthew and I put her through rehab, got her dance lessons and hired her as a burlesque dancer at our club. She was with us for four years, and loyal as they come. It was us who had to fire her. Not because we didn’t want her, but because she was offered a job to dance in music videos. She wouldn’t take it, her loyalty to us unwavering.

  But we cut her loose, for her own good. It was the natural progression for her. We bought her a one-way ticket, took her to the airport and sent her on her way. She’s emailed a few times, called us and invited us to the party for her first music video.

  Matthew used his connections, and got that brothel shut down. And now, I’m about to bring another stray into the club.

  “Do you do drugs?” I ask the redhead.

  “No.” She frowns at me.

  “There’s no track marks on your arms, but it doesn’t mean you don’t stick shit up your nose or smoke it through a glass pipe.”

  “I don’t do drugs,” she says. And this I believe entirely. She sits on her ass and wraps her arms around her tits. She must be feeling exposed or perhaps ashamed.


  I sit and watch her, not saying a word for a long moment.

  Suddenly our cold silence is interrupted by a banging on the door. She jumps and looks at it then back to me. “Look, I have to get you off or I won’t get that fifty, and I really need it tonight. My son has a field trip and it’s going to cost me two hundred.” She gets up on her knees to move into position to suck me.

  “Quit,” I say.

  “Yeah, right. Ride off on your white horse and live happily ever after? Sure, cutie, after I get you off.” I can tell she doesn’t believe me.

  “I’ll pay you the two hundred for your son’s field trip. You quit right now, and tomorrow night you’ll come work for me.”

  “Sure,” she says again, rolling her eyes.

  “Do you know who I am?” I’m suddenly sober, the alcohol no longer impeding my senses but still running through my veins.

  “Look, you’re a nice guy who asks too many questions. Can I just get you off, please?” she begs as she huffs.

  “Brandon Edwards,” I say as I stand.

  “Oh fuck! I know who you are,” she responds with a quick intake of air as she stands.

  “Good, you know me. I’m going to walk out of here, and I’m going to wait for you by the front door. You have three minutes to throw some clothes on, get your things and meet me.” Not really giving her an option to stay or leave.

  “I need to tell them I’m leaving.” She scrambles in the small room.

  “I’ll take care of it.” I button my shirt sleeves, straighten myself and become the Dom I am. Walking out to the front I’m met by some ugly, bald guy sitting by the door. “Are you the owner?” I ask him.

  “Yeah. How was Daisy? Was she what you wanted?”

  “No. She wasn’t. But she no longer works here. She just quit.”

  “What? She’s one of my best earners, she ain’t quittin’,” he says as he stands from his stool to go looking for her.