Marcus positioned me behind the bench and ordered me to kneel on the sides, one leg on each shelf. He secured the restraints over my thighs and pushed my back down until my chest was on the bench and my arms lay on the side shelves. He quickly cuffed those into place as well.
Marcus motioned for someone to come over to us, and I realized it was Caleb, his friend from last week. I hadn’t noticed him in the club at all tonight, though I had not been paying much attention.
“Emma, Caleb is going to watch you get your punishment, and shield you as much as possible, although the entire club saw me strap you to the bench.”
Nausea hit my stomach, and I began to breathe heavily. I can do this. I can do this. I want this.
“Relax, Emma. I’m just going to smack your perfect ass until it is glowing red,” he whispered again into my ears.
What was it about a man whispering that turned me on so much? I could feel the wetness in my pussy increasing. My clit was throbbing to be touched. Oh god, how I wished he would touch it. I pulled against the restraints to test them, and heard both Marcus and Caleb snicker. Yeah, I knew they wouldn’t be loose.
Marcus placed his hands on my back and slowly moved them over my ass. His hands felt so strong. Reaching the hem of the dress, I felt his fingers move between the material and my skin. Little shocks danced through my nerves and headed straight to my core. His touch was intoxicating. I felt the dress shimmy upward so that my ass was fully exposed as the coolness of the air hit it. A shiver went down my spine, causing me to fidget within my restraints.
“Easy, love, we’re just getting started.” Caleb’s voice this time. I bowed my head toward the floor and shut my eyes, anticipating the next touch. I didn’t have to wait too long, as Marcus’s hand rubbed my ass cheeks lightly, varying the path in which it traveled. Over and over his hand moved across my ass, warming it as he went along. Next thing I knew, I heard a smack and felt the sting of his hand instead of the caress.
“Count, sub.” The order was short and direct.
“One.” I replied.
“One, what?”
“One, sir.”
“Very good.” Another smack landed on the opposite side.
“Two, sir,” I responded waiting for the next blow, yet anticipating the sensation within my core. My body moved with the hits and my clit hit the edge of the bench, sending desire and need straight to my sex. Another smack.
“Three, sir.” Another smack, alternating sides and locations. “Four, sir.”
The punishment continued as Marcus spanked me, again varying the locations of each hit. The more smacks I received, the harder it was to control my need for release. My clit was over sensitive, and aching to be touched.
“You will not come until I tell you to, Emma. You better control it.” Another smack.
“Yes, sir. Ten, sir.” Just as I readied myself for another blow, I felt Marcus’s hands rubbing my reddened ass. I was sore to his touch. He applied some lotion and rubbed it into the flesh.
“Caleb, do you think Emma deserves to come? She was a naughty girl?” Marcus asked as he wiped his hands off.
Caleb smiled when I looked up, and then looked over at Marcus, before he replied. “I think she could have one tonight.”
Marcus nodded and looked at me. Bending over, so that I could hear him, “Caleb will administer your release tonight, love.” Smiling, he stood back up and laughed as I sighed in frustration. What would it take for the man to break the rules of professionalism? I wanted him to fuck me for fuck’s sake. Another whisper. “The why isn’t what you are thinking.”
Damn him! How the hell does he know what I am thinking?
I watched as the two men switched positions; Caleb was now behind me. “Her ass looks awesome. Round, red, and sore as hell.” I looked at Marcus, who nodded at Caleb without breaking eye contact with me.
Caleb’s hands began to massage the inner area of my thighs, trailing their way up to my core. I was wet from having Marcus’s hands on me, yet the feeling of Caleb’s hands and fingers was not as satisfying.
Caleb teased the area around my outer lips, lightly moving his fingers in circular motions up and down the length of my sex, drifting them over the top of the folds and back again. My clit was hard and wanted to be touched. I was growing impatient waiting for him to touch me.
Marcus moved closer to me, never taking his eyes off mine. “Don’t stop looking at me. I know you want my hands on your body, pretend his fingers are mine. Think about my fingers trailing over your pussy, pumping inside of you.”
And with that Caleb spread my lips and plunged two fingers deep into my cunt. “God, she is wet. Do you see her dripping down her leg, Marcus?” Caleb began to pump his fingers in and out of me, curling them up as he moved over my interior. With his free hand, he began circling my clit, playing with my piercing, speeding up his finger thrusts as he moved his thumb over my clit, pressing down harder, pinching it, and flicking it. I didn’t think I would be able to come with him touching me, but it was the thought of Marcus doing it that had me turned on.
Marcus moved back toward me again. “That’s it pet, imagine me doing this. Imagine my fingers, my cock pumping inside of you.” That was it. I was now ready to explode at the thought of him in me. The muscles in my body began to tighten and I knew I was close. “Sir, I am close, please may I come?”
“Of course, subbie.”
My orgasm crashed through me, sending my arms and legs straining against the bindings as I rode out the aftershocks of Caleb’s assault on my clit. Breathless and completely exhausted, I shut my eyes, as Marcus undid the cuffs and wrapped me in a blanket, placing me on his lap. God this felt right, even if I didn’t think so any other time of the day.
Chapter 13-Marcus
I held Emma, wrapped in a blanket, in my arms until I was certain she was back from her subspace trip. Aftercare was an essential part of any scene, and I wouldn’t let her crash just because I was afraid of getting close.
She stirred in my lap and lifted her head from my chest. Her eyes were sleepy, and she really should’ve headed home. “Hey, beautiful. How are you feeling?” I asked her as I looked into her gorgeous eyes.
“I’m good, sir. Thank you for that,” she replied, trying to remove herself from my lap. I tightened my grip around her waist and stilled her. My cock twitched at the motion, and I had to calm myself down before I continued.
“For what? The orgasm or the cuddling?” I placed a finger under her chin and guided her face back up to mine.
“Both, I guess, although I wish it had been your cock inside of me,” she responded hesitantly, eyes still locked with mine. I could see the yearning in them.
“You and I both, my pet, but I promised you professional, and I stick to my word.” I placed a quick kiss on the top of her head. “Are you well enough to go home? It’s close to two now. I have to finish with a security detail.”
“Yeah, I’m good. I’m tired anyway. Thanks again, sir.” She scooted off my lap and stood, adjusting the dress.
“Emma,” I said as she started to turn away.
“Yes, sir?” she flipped her head back around to look at me still sitting on the couch.
“I’ll be in touch this week for your sessions.”
“Of course. Good night.” She turned and I watched as she took the corner to the members’ locker room. I radioed to Mac, who was at the door, to make sure she arrived safely at her car. I didn’t want to take any chances tonight. I might need to be professional while in her presence, but I could be my overbearing protective self when she was not around. I was hoping that, maybe, one day, before it was too late, that I might be able to justify in my fucked up mind, a more serious relationship with her. But for now, I promised myself no commitments, nothing serious, not after what I did to April.
“Penny for your thoughts, sir?” a sweet voice asked from behind me. I turned around to find Chloe standing about a foot from me, wearing a black leather dress, very conservative from h
er normal club attire. I figured Lucas probably had a say on this outfit.
I walked up to her and kissed her cheek. “Good evening, love. I think you’ll need more than a penny for my thoughts tonight.” I shrugged and fell silent.
“I don’t want to pry, Master Marcus, but I think you really like her. I can tell. You need to tell her.” Chloe shifted her eyesight to where Emma had retreated to.
“It’s a bit more complicated than that, but thanks for the advice, Chloe.” I kissed her cheek again. “I’ve got to go help Devlin with security.”
I started to walk away when I felt her hand on my upper arm. “Marcus, I’m here if you need to talk about anything, or if you want me to talk to her.”
I looked back at her, catching her eye. “I know you are and I appreciate it.” She nodded and walked toward the bar, and I continued to the office to review the camera feeds.
“Boss?” Mac questioned over the headset.
“Yes, Mac?” I replied, hoping Emma had reached her car safely.
“Well, your sub is safe and secure, although quite perturbed.” I heard him grunt a laugh into the headset.
“Thanks. She is a feisty one.” I sat back in my chair and pulled up the camera feed on my computer. I scanned the hall outside the private rooms, and saw the additional men at the top of the stairs; unless you were a member, the private rooms were off-limits. We had some themed rooms off the main play area for use especially for tonight’s event.
I pulled out my phone and, without thinking, sent a quick text to Emma. Are you mad that I wanted to make sure you were safe?
I didn’t know why I cared whether or not she was mad. I wanted her safe; ultimately she was my responsibility while on the property.
A response came back, although I honestly thought she would ignore me like last week.
A little. I’m a big girl, you know. I can handle myself just fine.
I snickered. There was definitely a tougher side to her, a side that didn’t take anyone’s shit.
You’re my responsibility while on the premises…plus I wanted to know for my own piece of mind.
When a response didn’t come back immediately, I put the phone in my pocket and headed toward the main floor. We needed to make a start at wrapping up scenes and removing non-members that were not in the middle of a scene. I was tired and wanted to go home. For some reason, these nights were the worst.
I spotted Lucas, Cole and Devlin watching a scene by one of the sawhorses. I made my way over to see what had them all standing there staring. When I reached them, I saw a Dom I didn’t recognize whipping one of our house subs, Callie. She wasn’t flinching, screaming, or for that matter, producing any sounds. I knew she had a high pain threshold and was a true masochist, but this had too far gone for her. I was surprised that Lucas hadn’t stopped the scene yet, a thought I would discuss with him later.
“Lucas, stop the scene now,” I said, looking at him and then back at Callie. “She’s too far gone, even for her.”
Lucas nodded, and then stepped up to speak with the Dom, while Cole and Devlin uncuffed Callie. I placed one of the aftercare blankets around her, and motioned for Cole to take her to the office, out of the sight of the floor. I knew she’d be fine, but whoever this Dom was had pushed her too far, and I would speak with her afterwards about it. For now, Lucas was dealing with the Dom.
Devlin and I began the rounds around the floor, informing the Doms of the time limit and to wrap up their scenes, and politely asking any non-members that were lounging to get going. I did not want to be here any later than I needed to be. I was just about to head into the smaller lounge when I felt my pocket vibrate.
I am fine Marcus. Thanks for caring. BTW I ‘m home now. So your piece of mind should be set.
I texted back immediately. Have dinner with me tomorrow.
What happened to professionalism? Damn, she was a smart ass.
It’s just dinner, Emma. We can talk shop if you want to? Otherwise, I would just like to share a meal with you and talk. All professional, of course. I wasn’t quite sure why I added the last part in, but part of me was really hoping she’d say yes. Hell, it was only dinner.
What the hell, fine. Dinner it is. I could see her rolling her eyes as she typed the response.
I promise to be on my best behavior. Pick you up at 7:30?
Make it 8. I have a cake order I need to finish first.
8 it is. Til tomorrow, sleep well. I was smiling like a kid in a candy store, and I couldn’t help it. Maybe Chloe was right about something; I did like the girl. But it was because she intrigued me.
“Yo, Marcus. Are you paying attention?” Devlin’s voice ripped through my thoughts.
“Yeah, what’s up?” I responded while turning to face him.
“Nothing. I was just saying to you to go home. I’ve got it covered. You look exhausted.” He placed a hand on my shoulder and patted it a couple of times.
“I am tired; been here most of the day. Are you sure you got everything?” I asked, placing my hand on his shoulder and patting him back.
“Come on, man? I was hired security for one of the most high-powered families in London; I’m sure I can handle a few non-member, wannabe Doms.” I laughed at the notion, and knew he was right. He had seen his fair share of shit, to say the least. I was glad he was on our side.
“Alright, I’m going to split. I know Lucas and Chloe have already left. Can you make sure one of your guys brings Callie home?”
“No problem, man.” Devlin turned and muttered something into his headset as I walked back to the office to change quickly and head home.
******
I woke up the next morning feeling nervous, which was not usually an emotion that I had to endure. I decided to go for a run around the harbor, to try and lessen the anxiety that I was feeling. Honestly, I didn’t know why I was so anxious about dinner with Emma that night, but I was slowly coming to terms with what everyone else has already seen, even in the short time I’d known her.
There was a chill to the air this morning, as the cold started to creep into November. I had a feeling we would probably see an early winter. I ran my normal path, taking me down around Christopher Columbus Park and by the Aquarium to Long Wharf pier. It felt good to get out again and run, allow my mind to clear and just focus on my breathing and steps.
My run lasted about an hour and half, and I made my way through Quincy Market on my route home. I figured I would stop by the bakery and grab breakfast, even if it was close to eleven. I was hoping she would be in the store, she did say she had a cake order to finish, but I knew nothing about cakes, and really didn’t know much about orders, or how long it took to do whatever it was that she needed to do.
I made my way to the storefront and stopped outside, attempting to see if she was there or not. I watched as customers came in and out, but I didn’t see her at the counter. Hopefully she was in the kitchen. I stepped into the bakery and up to the counter and ordered a coffee and a pastry.
“So who the fuck are you?” the woman behind the counter asked.
“Pardon me? I’m sorry; I don’t think I heard you right.” I was taken back with the abrasiveness of the girl. Then I realized that it was the same woman that had been there yesterday when I’d swung by. “Wait, you must be Nikki.”
“Yes I am, and I want to know who you are to Emma.” She was demanding. I’d give her that. She’d make a good Domme. I chuckled at the thought. “What’s so funny?” She stood with her hands on her hips staring at me.
“Nothing, just a thought I had. Now, about my relationship with Emma…I’m just a friend. Is she around?” I looked toward the kitchen but didn’t see anyone.
“A friend my ass! I’ve known her my entire life, and the way she looks at you is definitely more than ‘just a friend’, and it pisses me off that she hasn’t told me who the hell you are.”
I couldn’t help notice how her breasts moved up and down as she emphasized every other word, and how she leaned towar
d me across the counter.
“I’m sorry that she hasn’t mentioned me, but I can’t control that. I told you I was a friend, and that’s what I am. Anything else, you need to ask her. Now, is she here or not?”
“No. She said she’d be in later, something about a late night.” Nikki just stood there staring a hole into my head. I couldn’t help that she wanted answers to questions that were not mine to give.
“Okay. Well I think I’ll take my pastry and coffee and head home. Thanks for the wonderful service.” I winked at her and headed out the door. Nikki was definitely a handful, and I prayed to God that Emma wouldn’t be too scoffed at by her later.
I shook my head at the thought. I was pretty sure Emma could handle her. I continued toward home to shower and get ready for dinner tonight, even though it was hours away.
Chapter 14-Emma
I arrived at the bakery around two. The cake order I had to finish would only take me a few hours. I heard my phone chime as I entered the office. I glanced at it quickly, not recognizing the number, I picked up. “Hello, this is Emma.”
I waited for a response, but all I heard was breathing. “Hello? Can I help you?”
More breathing. “Hello?” Dial tone.
I stood there with my phone in my hand staring at it. What the fuck was that?
Nikki stormed into the office, not giving me a chance to process what had just happened. “Your new friend was in this morning,” she said, using air quotes around the word ‘friend.’
I sighed and looked at her, cocking my head to the side. “And I bet you were your normal peachy self, weren’t you?”
Placing her hands on her hips, she stared at me. “Well, you won’t tell me who he is. So, I asked. What’s wrong with that?” Her head bobbed back and forth, Italian attitude showing through.
“If you asked the way I think you asked, then everything is wrong with that. I’m sure you were just chipper, huh?” I waited for her response, but she only shrugged her shoulders. “That’s what I thought.”
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