I grabbed her hair and pulled her up to face me. Our eyes met. There was fire. We kissed a deep, long, soulful kiss.
“Turn around and bend over,” I commanded.
As always, she did as I asked. I moved us away from the flow of the nozzle and rammed my cock into her. Her hands stayed steady on the sleek wall as I got good footing and continued to fuck her hard. Part of me wanted to hurt her. Inside, a part of me was ripping and tearing with her words from earlier. Another part was telling me that I should agree and embrace her needs. Now, as I fucked her, took her, I could only think of one end−owning her body and soul.
“Fuck!” I bellowed as her screams of pleasure echoed with mine against the tiled walls. There was no denying what we had sexually. There was more, and I, of all people, should understand that. Yet my obsessive and possessive behavior where she was concerned was over the top.
Any other submissive would welcome what I had to offer. Molly wasn’t ‘any other submissive’, though; she was a strong ex-Domme. The Dom in me gloated. Molly had given it all up for me, to be with me, to submit to me.
As we caught our breath, I helped her stand. I turned off the shower and turned her to me. Her eyes held all I needed to know.
“Russell, I think it might be a good idea if we separated for a while. If you won’t support me, allow me to fulfill this need, then it’s better that I leave.”
I grabbed her by the hair, my hands gripped her tightly, and so close to her scalp. I could crush her skull so easily; making sure no man would ever know her again. The rending pain in my chest almost caused my breathing to cease. I was losing control.
A Dom must never lose control. If you can’t control yourself, how can you effectively control another?
I took a deep breath and released her, letting my arms drop to my side. “Go then.”
She searched my face for a reaction, but I wasn’t letting her see any. She’d see a man in complete control. She grabbed a towel and left the room. I got out of the shower and dried off. Still under control, no sign of emotion on my face. I checked my day-old scruff and decided not to shave. It suited my mood.
When I opened the door, she was dressed in a sweatshirt and jeans. Her damp hair, pinned up on her head; even then, she was stunning. “I’m leaving most of my things here. I’ll be back for them tomorrow. I called my sister. I’m staying there tonight. Then I’ll be back at the club. My place is still vacant.”
She grabbed her coat and pocketbook then walked past me. She stopped at the door, never turning to face me. “I’m sorry, Russell. I was hoping you’d see things my way.” Then she was gone.
Chapter Two
When she walked out that door, she took my heart and my soul. I was a broken man. I wondered how I was going to get through the day. I expected my temper to get the better of me, but the pain inside rendered me helpless. I sat down on the couch. Part of me had just walked out that door.
Some Dom, my brain exploded. I was done with the lifestyle. Finished. I got up, opened my coat closet door, and took out the pink and black wrapped box. Inside was the collar I had made for Molly. I was waiting for the right moment to ask her to be with me until the day we died. Inside, with the collar, was a diamond ring; one I had designed for her. I was going to ask her to marry me, to be more than a submissive, to be my wife.
I took the box and flung it across the room. She’d hurt me more than I was willing to admit. I put my head in my hands. My anger, finally took hold and if she hadn’t left, I would have… my thoughts of hurting her stopped there. I loved her and, even though she’d just ripped my heart from my chest, there was no way I could have physically hurt her.
Before I met Molly, I had trained with a Dom for a year, and I thought I knew it all. I had only learned the tip of the iceberg. Molly taught me the most about the BDSM lifestyle. She made me think about what I wanted from our relationship, what kind of dominant I was, and where my sexual kink was the strongest. She had to adjust and think on what she wanted, and what kind of submissive she was. Before me, she’d submitted her mind and body but found she topped often in those situations. She also realized she enjoyed her role as Domme. Her attraction to both sexes was there, and under certain circumstances, she could dominate both.
Her clientele was top notch and rich. Men came to see her who just wanted to be with her; they’d do whatever she asked of them. Many came back, realizing they loved a beautiful woman dominating them.
When I first saw her, she took my breath away. Molly Jenkins was exactly the kind of woman I’d been looking for. From our first time together, it was evident to her that I was a Dom, and she would be the one on her knees before me. Our relationship grew to mean so much more, because we loved each other.
Yet the day she left, she never once mentioned love. I made sure I wasn’t there when she came back for more of her things. Once she’d taken her belongings, I never checked to see what she’d taken. I had no desire to know if she’d left me for good. I couldn’t comprehend that she could walk away from what we had so easily.
I had needs, and in time, I need them fulfilled.
I understood those needs as I tied my black tie. The black pinstriped suit looked good, even better than when I first had it made. My body was in amazing shape. Molly was such an incentive for me. I wanted to be the Dom she deserved. Yeah, my dark good looks turned heads, male and female; it was how I liked it. Still, others never mattered. She was the only one I wanted.
It took me weeks to decide to go back, visit my club, and see the Dom who had trained me. To be honest, I wasn’t sure if I was going there to dominate or be the one dominated. Maybe receiving some hard pain would wipe out the pain I experienced every day I woke up without Molly beside me.
Since she had walked out the door, she never called or texted me. And I never asked anyone, even her sister or the people we both knew where she was or how she was. My close friends knew we’d split, but never pried. Our mutual friends stopped calling. Most people at my job knew Molly, and now few asked about her in fear of hurting me. Margie, my secretary of over seven years and a good friend, kept at me.
“Russell, what the fuck is wrong with you? You waited so long for a woman like Molly, and then you let her walk out of your life, just like that? Poof! She’s gone. You’re a stubborn man.”
“Margie, I don’t want to talk about it,” I said, moving around in my seat uncomfortably.
“Russell, you’re one handsome man and one of the nicest guys I’ve ever met. I brag about you to all my friends and family, and you’ve met so many of them. I laugh when women meet you; they’re mouths drop open. You are so damn charming, and you make them feel like a million dollars. I’ve seen Molly’s reaction to all this. Stop feeling sorry for yourself. For God’s sake, swallow your pride, and go after her! Molly loves you!”
“You think so? I did too,” was all I could muster.
I checked my reflection in the mirror as my mind wandered back to my current destination. I believed that Molly had loved me. How could I have been so wrong? She obviously wasn’t the woman I thought she was.
Tonight was the first time in weeks that I’d be going back to the club. I was anxious. I needed some stimulation.
I inspected my image one more time: I still looked the same, tall, dark, and handsome. Yet I’d lost the woman I loved.
Maybe I wasn’t all that.
Maybe I was just average looking, where as she was gorgeous. I pushed my self-doubts aside. I had no time for self-pity and lack of confidence. No good Dom did. I grabbed my gray overcoat and set my house alarm. Tonight I needed to live out a few fantasies, no matter how kinky they were. Tonight it was time to let go.
****
My key card slid into the notch in the door, and the green light lit. I turned the knob, opening the door as I entered a sexy and dimly lit reception area. A beautiful young blonde looked up and smiled.
“Mr. Bennett, how nice to see you. Are you requesting a private room?”
“No,
I’ll mainstream tonight. I’d like to check out all that you have to offer. Is Master Dominic here?”
“Oh, yes, he’s with Rodney and Amelia in the blue dungeon. Would you like me to buzz him?”
Dominic was the Dom I’d spent over a year with in training. He allowed very few in on his play, and I was one of them. “Yes, but let him know I don’t wish to interrupt his play.”
“Of course,” she answered, her eyes riveted to me. I could smell her arousal.
I turned for a moment to scan the foyer. It was meticulous.
“Mr. Bennett, he said you may join him.”
‘Thank you, love,” I said, heading toward the hallway that led to the dungeons.
“It’s Sabrina. My same is Sabrina, and I’m off by ten p.m.”
“How nice. Sabrina, perhaps I’ll play with you a little tonight. First, I’ll meet my old friend, Master Dominic.”
She smiled brilliantly, once again, and nodded.
I walked down the dimly lit hallway and passed the first dungeon door. This was the red dungeon, as the color of the double door designated. The second set of doors was blue. I knocked and a female voice answered. “Come in,” she murmured.
I entered the dungeon. As always, I’m impressed with the medieval décor and the massive Saint Andrew’s cross on the wall. Master Dominic is a tall, well-built, middle-aged man wearing black satin pants, black leather gloves, a black mask, and holding silver handled crop. Kneeling before him are two submissives; one female, and from what I could gather, the other was male, who was very slight in build.
“Russell, how the hell are you and that beauty of yours, Molly?”
“I believe she’s doing well, though, I can’t speak for her. I’m well.”
Dominic walked over to me, dragging his crop’s tendrils across the carpeted floor.
“I don’t understand−Molly? You and her…”
“Yes, Molly and I are history. It seems she missed her role as a Domme,” I explained, trying hard to keep my composure. He seemed far too concerned about her.
“Not surprising you couldn’t let her have control. Two dominants in a relationship, one would always be vying for control, to be on top. That, Russell, I knew in time would cause you two a problem. Well, sorry to hear that.”
I removed my suit jacket, determined to skirt around the issue of Molly and me. “Do you mind if I join in the fun?” I asked Dominic.
“Not at all. In fact, Amelia is insatiable, and we have Rodney here to help,” he explained, swooshing his crop. I watched Rodney shiver as the tendrils dragged across his back. My tongue touched my bottom lip, and my hands ached to hold a crop. I’d been away from this for far too long.
Dominic came over to me. We were the same height, but he was older, and his body, though great for a guy his age, couldn’t hold a candle to mine. The flecks of gray in his thick, dark hair were more prominent now, than when we first met. His rugged good looks had become more attractive with age, each wrinkle only adding to his rough demeanor. “Roll up your sleeves, Russell,” he said as he undid my tie and unbuttoned the top buttons of my shirt. “You are one good looking man,” he whispered under his breath.
I knew from the onset of my training that Dominic was bi-sexual, but once he knew my preferences, he never made any advances toward me. We fucked countless submissives together, doled out the pain, and even received our share, while still maintaining a professional and personal relationship. Tonight would be no different.
I walked up to Amelia. “Hello, Amelia. I’m Russell, nice to meet you.” I patted her on the head.
I was now facing Rodney. “Hello, Rodney. I’m Russell, nice to meet you.” I also patted him on the head. He grabbed my hand and kissed it. “Master, you are beautiful,” he said, “I’d love to feel your cock up my ass.”
I raised an eyebrow to Dominic, and he could only smile. He then walked up to me. He’d out on a new pair of leather gloves. “One tight ass is as good as another,” he said, grinning. I had to smile back at him. He’d been telling me that for years.
Amelia was a pretty, petite blonde, and I was grateful for that. At least when I fucked her, my mind wouldn’t be on Molly. Rodney didn’t faze me in the least but watching him with Dominic would. I could feel my body reacting already, my cock was aroused, and my blood was pumping. Dominic’s strong hand touched my shoulder, and I turned to him. Our eyes met, and I knew he could see my pain.
“I can see her in your eyes, Russell. You need to get Molly out of your head. Concentrate. We need to enjoy ourselves. We need to get into that zone.”
The zone he spoke of was one of complete sanctuary and control for a Master and complete submission for a sub or slave. This usually happened during a session where pain was involved. Dominic was a firm believer that all sexual contact should involve a little pain, even if it was the mere pulling of hair or a hard fuck. I’d learned from the best, but my needs and my ways were different from his. My kink was control and submission, though I could hand out the pain as well as any Master. With Dominic, I had endured my share of pain.
Tonight I could see that glimmer in his eyes. He was already sexually aroused; there was no doubt from the bulge in his satin pants. I eyed his neatly separated array of sex toys: ones for Amelia and ones for Rodney. The black, large, strap-on dildo caught my attention. It would be quite arousing to watch that little blonde strap on that cock and fuck Rodney.
Dominic’s hand came to my lightly stubbled face. “Russell, let go. After tonight’s play, if you want to talk to me about you and Molly, come back home with me. Stay the night, and we’ll talk like we did when you were in training. I am always here for you.” His lips touched mine slightly in a chaste kiss. There was never any more meaning to his touch than our genuine friendship. I had put my life in his hands many times before as he trained me.
“Perhaps I should have called you when all this came about with Molly. I was weak. I let my love for her take control. The Master in me weakened. It will be good to have a session with you. It’s what I should have done before I allowed her to slip through my fingers.”
He did nothing more than smile and reach for his cock. “Let’s deal with what’s close at hand. I need a good session, a good play tonight. Christ I'm horny,” he said under his breath in his deepest sexiest voice.
“Are you ready, my pets?” he inquired.
Both subs nodded. I rolled up my sleeves. He handed me the crop. “This Master will now show you his skills.”
My hands vibrated with excitement. I whipped the crop through the air and heard two sharp intakes of breath. “We really should have blindfolded them,” I said, watching both subs smile. I let the tendrils of the crop run across Amelia’s breasts. My cock lurched as I watched the tips of her nipples spring to life. Rodney’s tongue lashed across his bottom lip in anticipation.
“Get on all fours,” I ordered him. He was quick and obedient. His ass was in full view, his silver butt plug neatly in place. I snapped the crop and let the tendrils sting his cheeks. Rodney moaned. I was quick to snap it again and run it across Amelia’s tits. I used my crop numerous times, raising slender marks on both of them. Behind me stood Dominic, now coming to stand beside me, his hands never leaving his fully erect cock. Mine had also hardened and needed a pair of lips on it.
I took control. “Amelia, come suck this Master’s cock.” She smiled and began crawling over to me. I could see the look of need on Rodney’s face. My eyes went to Dominic’s.
“You’ve left Rodney for me?” he asked. “Amelia is good, but Rodney is an expert at sucking cock. Come here, boy, and suck your Master’s cock.” Rodney crawled to Dominic.
We moved to a dark brown leather couch and sat. Both subs took their places between our legs and took our cocks into their mouths. I sighed and rested my head on the back of the couch. Amelia’s warm mouth encompassed me. Her tongue played with the head and the soft indent where precum was sure to seep. She then began sucking. Damn, there was nothing quite like a warm m
outh on my cock. Her warm saliva, the soft grazing of her teeth and, her tongue caressing every inch of me, left me breathless. But when she sucked my balls, and sucked them hard, it took all of my control not to shoot my wad. Her expert hands slid to the stem, pushed, tightened the base of my cock, and held me back.
With her fingers wound tightly around the base of my cock, she fucked me with her mouth, hard. Her slender finger found its way up my ass, and she again made me want to explode as she massaged me inside. My hands grabbed her blonde hair, and I aided her as her head bobbed up and down, taking me as far down her throat as she could. Fuck, I was ready, but then Dominic made them both stop. Now my balls ached, and my cock was twinging, so ready to cum.
“Get the strap-on, Amelia,” he commanded then turned to me. “I need his ass ready for me. I need to fuck him hard. Let’s watch Amelia fuck him.”
She had the black dildo on and smacked Rodney’s ass a few times. He was on all fours with his ass up in the air. She had the rubber cock nicely lubed and slid into him.
“Oh, fuck, yes,” Rodney, yelled.
I grabbed my cock, palmed it, and then ran my hands up and down it as she fucked the male sub. However, no pain registered on Rodney’s face; he was way out in subspace. He was gone. He was yanking hard on his cock, the tip glistening, ready to explode.
“Out, Amelia! Now!” Dominic demanded, slipping on a condom as he grabbed Rodney and sunk his cock deep into his ass.
The pretty blonde came back over to me, “Finish you sucking or fucking?” she asked, grinning naughtily.
“Is there a vibrator in that strap-on,” I asked Amelia.
“Yes,” she replied, biting her lip.
“Let me see your clit,” I demanded as I tweaked one of her pink nipples.
She opened the lips to her shaved pussy and showed me her dark pink swollen nub. My mouth watered. I touched it, and her body trembled. My eyes were still on Dominic, who was still fucking Rodney but by the look on his face, he was close to climax.
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