“Thank you, love. Alright, I’m going to head home. Can you close up the shop later?”
“No problem, Emma.” She walked toward me. “If you need to talk, let me know, okay?”
I hugged her close. “Of course. I think I just need some sleep. It’s been a busy week.” I grabbed my stuff and headed to the car, thinking about the other night at the club, Marcus’s visit today, and what was in store from now on. My mind was racing, and all I wanted to do was soak in a bath with a glass of wine.
Chapter 11-Marcus
I sat at my desk at Devoured, thinking about the visit with Emma yesterday. I didn’t feel any better than I had before the visit. Maybe it was stupid to show up at the bakery, or even to just see her. I had wanted to make sure she was safe, and apologize for my behavior. And I still fucked up by telling her that when I’m around her I couldn’t think of anything else.
Fuck, what the hell was going on with me? I’d never let a woman or submissive affect me this way, not since April. In she walks and I can’t think straight, and I am doing shit I never thought I’d do. Actually worrying about someone outside of my dungeon? That’s never happened. Never mind the fact that I hadn’t been able to fuck any of the subs that I’d been working with. Hell, I’d modified their contracts to exclude that portion.
“Deep in thought?” A sweet voice pierced through my thoughts. I looked up from my desk and the paperwork I’d been trying to go through and sort in preparation for public night tonight, and saw Chloe taking her spot on the couch in the office.
I smiled. “Yeah, just have some shit bothering me at the moment.” I smirked and shrugged my shoulders.
“Does it have to do with anyone specific?” Chloe adjusted herself on the couch and picked up a pile of papers she had lying next to her.
“Is Lucas going to let you work while you are here?” I asked, eyeing the pile.
“I have to, or he won’t have me here tomorrow night either. Besides, it’s public night, I’ll only work until we are ready to go on the floor. I have to get mid-term grades in. Plus, he knows the score, Marcus. He knows I’ll only stay if I have some control over what I do.” She looked at me and then back to the papers. It was different not hearing her call me Master, as she normally would if Lucas was in the room. After what had happened between the two of them, and her losing the baby, the fact that she had accepted his engagement ring at all surprised me. I saw the independent, strong woman that she was, but I also saw the submissive I knew she was as well. When we were alone in the office, protocol was not necessary. Hell, she needed some down time at the club too!
“Speaking of him, where is he?” I shuffled a few papers around on my desk, trying to organize them the best I could. We were hosting another public play night, and members submitted information about non-members that they wanted to bring, and the general public also needed to reserve a space and provide basic information, so that we could conduct a brief background check on all that entered.
“He said he’d be here by five. Had to run and do something before,” she replied, never lifting her eyes off what she was doing. “By the way, you still haven’t answered my question about a specific someone.”
I looked up at her, and ran my hands through my hair. Shifting in my chair, I turned back and forth. “Yeah it does, and it is bothering the fuck out of me. She’s got me off my game.”
“Well, I don’t know what to tell you about your game there, hot shot, but if you like her, try and get to know her better, specifically out of here.”
“If only it was that easy. Honestly, Chloe, without trying to sound like a pussy, she makes me feel something that I haven’t felt since April died. I’d spent years building the walls and just being me, and now…” I trailed off as Lucas barreled through the office door.
“Hey, man,” I said, as I watched him cross the office. “Everything all right?”
“Yes, everything is fine. How are the preparations for tonight? Are you still holding the training session?” Lucas sat back in his chair and angled it toward me. I could tell there was some tension between Chloe and him, which explained the out of protocol on her part.
“Everything is good. Devlin is installing the scanner as we speak. He’s also brought in some more guys to help with security. All dungeon Masters are on and, yes, I am still holding the training session. I am going to have the subs running drinks, clean up for members only. Nothing too much, but let them see how things run. This way, I can watch them and also watch the floor.”
“Good. Well then, I’ll go check on Devlin’s progress with the scanner, and check the orders. Background checks okay?” He rose out of his chair and headed towards the door.
I nodded. “All those that have come back checked out good. Just waiting on a couple more, and then we can program all the information into the scanner system.”
Devlin was not only our head of security at the club, and a Master Dom, but also a friend. He owned a security business outside of the club, providing high tech security systems, and personal bodyguards. The surveillance technology and equipment that he had installed in the club, and the identification system we used, was beyond my comprehension. We ran background checks, recorded identification information, and scanned photographic images into the system database.
When security scanned the identification through the scanner at the front door, the system picked up the image and matched it to the background information; we were able to scan the license and retain all the information on the entrant, if needed. All of the cameras were also equipped with face recognition software for added security. We hardly ever needed to use the software, but it had come in handy a few times in the past, and it helped with monitoring activity within the club.
I turned my attention back to Chloe. “Something I need to know?”
“Nope! We had a little spat before I left the apartment this morning. I guess it’s still continuing.” She shrugged her shoulders and went back to reading.
“Okay, if you need to talk, let me know?” I stood up from my chair and headed to the couch. I bent down and placed a kiss on the top of her head. I knew how difficult living with Lucas could be.
Chloe looked up at me and smiled. “Will do, but it’s nothing I can’t handle.”
“I’m sure you can. I’ll be back later before we open, running home to shower and get my head together.”
“She coming tonight?” Chloe asked, already knowing the answer.
“Yes, she is.” I looked at her. “I’ll be back soon.” I turned and left the office.
******
I returned just shortly before seven. I had changed into my black leather pants and black tee shirt, and grabbed my signature leather wrist cuffs that I wore when I was on the floor. They were thick black leather, gothic in style, but fit my personality. I had asked Sarah to place each of the submissives outfits into their respective lockers, although I was only interested in seeing Emma in hers. I was sure she wouldn’t disappoint.
I was attaching my arm band when Devlin came into the office. “Marc, do you have those last few checks you were working on?” he asked in his lilting Irish brogue.
“Yeah, they’re on my desk. Is everything ready to go? Extra security here?”
Rummaging around on my desk, he looked up at me. “Yes and Yes.” Finding the information he needed, Devlin headed toward the door. “Your subs are ready, and are in the lounge.”
“Thanks, man. I’ll be out in a few minutes.” I finished fixing my arm band and headed out to the floor. All of the Master Doms and the extra security were being briefed by Lucas and Devlin; Sarah was going to assist me with the trainees, even though they were not participating in scenes tonight. Public nights were always busy, and I needed to make sure that I was aware of the activity in the club, and not making sure the trainees were safe.
I walked into the lounge and saw the trainees sitting around a couple of bar tables, waiting. All the females had on the outfits especially picked for them, and Jack had on t
he leather pants left for him. I had Sarah lay out their collars and cuffs before she went to change.
“Good evening, subs.” I said as I walked into the lounge.
“Good evening, Sir.” A slew of responses came back.
“Tonight is a special night. Devoured is open to the public, so to say. Every couple of months, we host an open play party, where non-members, along with members, are able to reserve spots to come and play. Tonight is one of those nights.” I paused, waiting for the subs to acknowledge understanding.
“I have decided on having you all join us tonight, but don’t worry, you will be working and not playing. Emma, Alice and Kenzie will begin serving drinks in the members only areas marked off by the ropes. Jack and Serena will assist in the cleaning of equipment. Does everyone understand?”
Another round of “Yes, sirs.”
“Good! Now Jack, Serena, Alice, Kenzie and Emma, come get your collars in that order, and then report to Mistress Sarah on the dungeon floor.” One by one, each sub stepped up to receive their collar and cuffs.
When Emma stepped up, I was taken back a little. I knew she would look stunning in her dress, I just didn’t realize how stunning. I had picked out a purple leather tank styled dress. It fell about three inches below her crotch, and laced up the front and back from the neckline to just past her navel. The laces were loosely tied as to expose as much skin as possible. The sides of her breasts were visible through the corset area in the front, and the fit of the dress provided ample cleavage. The tightness of the dress left no room for underwear, and the thought of her naked pussy underneath the garment excited my dick.
Emma’s hair was styled so that the sides were pulled back from her face, but the length draped over her shoulders. Her makeup was subtle, allowing for her natural beauty to show.
“Emma, you look stunning tonight,” I said, as I placed a cuff on her wrist. I repeated the action with her other wrist, and then turned her around so that her back was against my chest.
“Thank you, sir.” Her head was lowered toward the floor as I swept her hair to one side, wrapped her collar around her neck and secured it tightly. I let my fingers trail down over her shoulders, lightly caressing her skin. I couldn’t wait to restrain her to the cross and tease every inch of her skin until it desensitized enough that the gentle blows from a heavy flogger wouldn’t hurt her, but please her. I wanted her skin ready to respond to my every touch, every hit, and every kiss.
“You’re all set,” I said, as I adjusted the uncomfortable strain in my pants. “Please go see Mistress Sarah. I’ll be out in a few minutes.” A few minutes my ass. I needed my cock to soften before I could walk onto the floor. Leather pants are not good at hiding anything, nor are they very comfortable with your dick straining to play.
“Yes, sir,” she replied as she walked past me and headed to the main floor. Fuck, I needed a drink.
I headed around the bar, grabbed the bottle of Jack Daniels from the top shelf, and poured myself a shot. Slamming it down, I knew she was going to kill me eventually.
Chapter 12- Emma
Holy shit! was the only thing that could register in my mind. Seeing Marcus in his leathers and that tight shirt had the wetness pooling between my thighs. Although he mentioned we weren’t playing tonight, part of me still held out hope. Somehow, from the time he came to the bakery yesterday, and me coming here tonight, I seemed to get over whatever issue I was being a bitch about.
There was no reason to be mad at him; he was the training Dom, and nothing was written about how or when I would receive any of my satisfactions. I knew I was there to learn the rules and protocol, and to stop denying my desires. I needed to start acting like a true sub and not a spoiled brat. I would take any of the training he was willing to give, and try to lessen up on the bitch mode.
“Watch where the fuck you are going, newbie,” a voice shrilled out as I came chest to chest with the blonde from last week. Why the hell do I keep running into this one?
The blonde looked me up and down. “Nice outfit. Where’d you get it, a second hand kink shop?”
“For your information, although it’s not your fucking business, it was in my locker when I got here.” I looked her up and down and then quickly glanced around the floor to make sure I wouldn’t be caught saying the next few words.
“Looking for Master? He can’t save you the entire time, princess.” Her voice was full of sarcasm and dislike.
I whipped my head back to look at her. “I don’t know who you think you are, but I’ve had about enough of your shit. And for the record, I don’t need Marcus or anyone fighting my battles for me, understood? Stay the fuck away from me and we won’t have any issues.”
Leaving her speechless, I pushed past her and headed to where Mistress Sarah was waiting. “You are late sub. You will receive a punishment tonight, understood?”
My eyes immediately went to the floor. “Yes, Mistress. I understand.” I really didn’t want to be punished, but it would be worth it for telling that conniving bitch off.
“Good. I will share the news with Master Marcus. Now go get ready at the bar, Seth is waiting. Members and guests should be here soon. Remember, a two drink alcohol limit tonight, no limit non-alcoholic.”
I nodded my head. “Yes, ma’am.” I saw Seth at the bar with my tray ready, and proceeded to start a night of fun, sarcastically of course.
******
I was sitting on the edge of the bar taking a well-deserved break, watching the action on the floor. The night had flown by. Marcus said it would be busy, and it had been. The club must have had double the amount of people in there than last weekend, and more and more kept showing up. My feet were starting to ache from being on them all night. I knew that I shouldn’t have worn the four inch heeled sandals I had, but they went with just about anything I wore, and not knowing what Marcus had picked out, they were a safe bet.
As I sat watching a scene unfold on the St. Andrew’s Cross that was in the corner of the floor, I felt like I was being watched; nothing obvious, but just that weird and uncomfortable feeling. I nonchalantly moved my head around the floor, seeing if I could catch anyone looking at me, but saw nothing out of the normal – Doms talking amongst each other, submissives wandering their gazes around the floor as well.
I brought my attention back to the cross. The Dom had his sub or bottom, as I didn’t recognize them and, as far as I knew, she could just be a bottom, restrained to the cross with her breasts facing the wall. Her legs were held in the cuffs just above the foot platform, and her arms were restrained above her head and then tied to either side using what I believe were Shibari hooks on the tops of the cross. The Dom was lightly dragging a cat o’ nine tails over her body. He was moving the whip over her shoulders, down across her back and repeating the motion moving upward to her opposite shoulder, drawing an X on her back. Fitting for being tied to one.
The Dom whispered something in her ear, and her head fell back to meet his shoulder as he kissed her neck, making his way back to her bare shoulders. Taking one hand, he wrapped his arm around to her front and grabbed her breast. The submissive was naked except for her thong and heels. I watched as he rolled his fingers over her already erect nipple, gently tugging it to a stiffer peak. He paid the same attention to the other nipple before running his hand down over her abdomen and directly to her pussy.
He must have slid his finger over her as her head fell back again to his shoulders, and I could see the ropes strain as she pulled on them. I couldn’t see his hand on her sex from the angle I was at, but I could tell where it was. The brief interlude of caress and touch didn’t last long, as I watched him maneuver the cat o’ nine over her body again, this time pulling it back just enough to land it lightly against her skin. I watched as her body tightened with each blow as he picked up the speed and intensity of the hits. Currently, he was bringing them down over her ass and thighs, leaving multiple tiny red welts where the knots had landed.
I was so engrossed in the s
cene and in her ecstasy that I did not notice the body next to me until he spoke. “I bet if I check your pussy right now, you’d be soaking wet.”
Marcus. I turned quickly to face him, cheeks on fire from being caught watching the scene, and my own embarrassment because I was, indeed, turned on.
“Master Marcus, I didn’t know you were standing there. I am sorry. I will get back to work.” I made a motion to turn and head off, but his arm slipped around my waist and pulled me to his chest.
“I heard you need a punishment?” he whispered into my ear. I could feel my breath quicken and the ache in my over stimulated sex. The heat of his erection was against my back, and a charge of electricity went through me when I realized it.
“Yes, sir. Mistress Sarah stated I was to be punished for being late.” I swore his dick twitched against me. “And to answer your other question, yes I am wet.” He groaned against me.
Bringing his lips to my ears again, he placed a light kiss on the side of my neck. “You will be the death of me, Emma. Every cell in my body is screaming to stick my cock into that sweet pussy of yours and fuck you senseless, but I can’t. Let’s see that you are properly punished.”
“The punishment will be worth it.” Damn it Emma! Stop being a brat, the punishment could be worse.
“Safe word, sub?” Marcus asked with his hand still on my abdomen and my back firmly planted against his chest.
“Still cupcake, sir.”
Marcus led me over to a spanking bench that was centered on the right side of the floor. It was not a typical bench that I had seen before; this particular bench had sides that folded down for a submissive to basically kneel, although more of a ‘spread your legs wide open’ kneel. A long padded bench-like platform was on the top, followed by two parallel arm rests, fitted with restraints. There were restraints attached to the leg shelves as well.
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