“On all fours. I’ll fuck you hard, baby,” I said, as I got ready. “Condom?”
“Yes, please, Master,” she replied, and I grabbed one from the bowl next to me on the table, ripped it open, slid it on, and rammed into her pussy. The condom was the little extra I needed to calm me down and let me fuck her longer.
The smell of sex was in the air. The sound of bodies slamming against one another filled the dungeon. I watched my cock sink deep into Amelia, and I knew she was almost ready. Her pussy was drenched, that extra juice ran all over my cock, and now the tiny contractions ran along my cock. There was no turning back. I exploded.
My cock jerked, and I came; it jerked again and again, emptying my seed into that little bag. My heart rate had risen but now was coming back down to normal. I could sense that Amelia needed to get off her knees. I helped her up, smiled, and then let her climb into my arms as I cradled her. Aftercare was as important as the play, perhaps even more so. Here, a Master shows his other side, the side that says thank you to his submissive.
I knew Dominic well, and the evening had only just begun.
Chapter Three
I awoke to my cell phone ringing. The number was Molly’s. My hands shook, and I broke out into a sweat. It had been weeks since we talked, ever since the night she walked out on me. I was in Dominic’s guest room. We had anticipated talking all night but wound up getting drunk and passing out. I had to pull myself together and answer her call.
“Hello,” I said.
“Russell?” she said softly.
“Yes, it’s me,” I finished the sentence with a small chuckle.
I heard her sigh. “Where are you?”
For the first time since I’ve known Molly, I wasn’t sure if I was going to tell her the truth. Then, I realized how foolish my thinking was. “I’m at Dominic’s. Why are you asking?”
“Because he called me.”
The blood rushed to my face, and the anger began to rise in my brain. What the fuck was he doing calling her? I knew he’d had the hots for Molly ever since he’d first met her, but if he… I stopped myself. Loving Molly had changed me and had muddled my damn thinking.
“And why did he call you? Maybe that’s prying… sorry if it is,” I said, holding all of my emotions in.
“He was worried about you, Russell. Are you okay?” she asked, pushing my emotions even further.
“Molly, I’m fine.” What I wanted to say was ‘how the fuck do you think I am feeling? You walked out on me, and this is the first time I’ve heard from you. Like you really care?’ But I said nothing, just held in every goddamn negative thought I had.
“Really, it’s not like Dominic to panic or overreact,” she said. I could hear the sarcasm in her voice. I wasn’t sure if it hurt or pissed me off. I did have a real problem. I had no idea how to answer her. Her voice rattled me, it caused so many emotions to stir, and the emotional pain surprised me.
“No, it’s not. I think he was surprised to see me back at the club and without you.” That was an easy enough answer.
“You went to the club? He neglected to tell me that. How ironic, and you told me you had no desire to come to my club,” she said, and I now could hear the pitch in her voice rising. Molly was getting angry. It had never occurred to me to take her up on her offer. I was so worried about seeing her with other men or submissives, I forgot about me. How would she react seeing me with other women or other submissives? This could get very interesting.
“Maybe you should be thanking Dominic. He convinced me I was being an ass about all of this and not acting like the Dom he’d trained. That’s if it’s not too late, Molly−is it?” I waited for her answer. I wanted to hear that she still wanted to pursue our relationship.
“Russell… I…,” there was a pause in her soft sexy voice. My heart sank. We were over. She simply didn’t love me anymore. My world came crashing down around me. I felt sick to my stomach. Then I heard her soft sigh.
“It’s never too late. I’d like you to come to the club and see how I need this. Russell, it’s obvious that you need more also. Oh, and by the way, Dominic did call you an ass.” A soft giggle followed. “You’re a stubborn man, but that’s part of the Dom in you.”
Neither one of us would admit to the other that we’d missed each other, and still loved each other. I could hear the emotion in her voice, even though she tried very hard to hide it. For the first time since I’d met Molly, I felt unworthy of her. Loving her and having her leave the way she did nearly shattered my self-confidence. She was right. I needed more. I needed to show her I was still the Dom she vowed to submit to. I was curious about her reactions.
“I have a busy week, and you know how I like to be relaxed before a play session. Can you book me and Dominic for this coming Friday?" I asked, trying hard not to reveal any emotions.
There was a slight hesitation. “Do you want a private room or a dungeon?” she asked.
“I’m not sure. I’ll ask him. We had the private dungeon last night, but to me it doesn’t matter. I’m sure he feels the same way. But I will ask him,” I said, my voice getting cooler by the second and my confidence growing.
“I see. You and Dominic need a play session. No problem. I will make sure you have the best submissives in the house that night,” she added.
“Thank you.”
“Russell, you’re very welcome,” she answered so low and sultry. Had she any idea the effect she had on me? My cock twinged at the sound of her voice.
“I have a question, Molly,” I stopped, knowing how she hated anticipation.
“And that is?” I could hear the impatience in her voice.
“Did you take our toys with you?”
There was only her breathing. “No.” she finally answered.
“Funny thing is I can’t find them.”
“No, and you won’t. In a fit of anger, I threw them in the garbage. Stupid really, but…”
I stopped her. Whenever she was incensed, Molly didn’t use her head. She reacted first, and then thought about her actions. However, to react, she needed to care. She answered more than one question with that answer. She still cared.
“It’s okay,” I said.
“See you at the club. It’s been a while since I’ve seen Dominic.” Then she hung up.
Her last statement, said to make me jealous, and I had to admit, it did. Again, I knew her all too well, so I took a deep breath and relaxed. I had to let Dominic in on our plans for Friday night. I was sure I’d get no objection.
Molly wanted her cake, and she wanted to eat it. She wanted back in the life. She wanted to be a Domme a few times a month, and she wanted me to watch. I don’t think she counted on me wanting to visit the club and take up status as a Dom. Friday couldn’t come fast enough.
After hearing her voice I knew one thing in my heart for sure, I loved Molly with every breath I took. Not having her with me was torture; not being able to touch her, see her, and feel her was driving me insane. For the first time in my life, I knew love. I wanted it back.
I wanted Molly back, and I was tired of acting like a heartbroken idiot. That wasn’t me at all. They say as time goes by the hurt dissipates. I didn’t want to find out if that theory was true.
Talking to Molly had made me horny as all hell. I grabbed my coat. I didn’t take time to say goodbye to Dominic. I texted him as I walked out the door. Figured he’d see it when he woke up. I was already late for work, so I called and told them I’d be coming in shortly and sped home. I stripped off my clothes and stepped into the shower, but my mind and cock were full of Molly. I was hard. My balls ached. I stroked and stroked as I leaned against the wall of the shower, letting the water run down my back.
Her creamy white breasts and pink wet pussy filled my mind and what she tasted like and smelled like filled my senses. I wanted her, I needed her, my grip on my cock got firmer, and I pulled hard.
“Ah, fuck, holy fuck,” I grunted as I pulled harder. Balls tight, cock bursting, I came, an
d my jizz painted the walls of the shower. My knees almost gave way, with the intensity of my orgasm. I held onto the wall, my hand still on my cock as I let my body calm down.
I was getting Molly back. She would fucking kneel before me, and it would be her mouth I’d shoot my cream into. My cock would take her ass, make her mine, and put my claim where it belonged. Son of a bitch, she’d give her all to me or I’d die trying. I’d collar Molly Jenkins. I was sure of that. My fist hit the tile wall, and I nearly lost my footing. She could arouse me like no other woman. My anger got the better of me as I pounded the large ceramic tile, wanting to see it crash around me. I stopped and grabbed my hand, which I’d managed to bruise. Several deep breaths and I gained control of my wits.
I shut off the flow of water and pushed the shower curtain aside. Molly had made me take down the glass shower doors so we could lie in the tub together. She said the doors were cold and unromantic, that a curtain was far more intimate. As always, she proved her point one night when I came home from work and found the bathroom filled with candlelight and the tub full of bubbles and her.
Determination was one of my strong points. I was like the energizer bunny in so many ways. One of Molly’s silly statements came to mind ‘Russell, you just keep on going, and baby, you also keep on cuming. You’re one amazing man. You remind me of that bunny.’ I could still hear her sexy voice.
I had been acting like a teenage boy who’d been heartbroken by his high school sweetheart. Molly had reduced me to that. It was time to get my woman back, back in my bed, in my house, and in my heart.
My phone rang, breaking my obsessive train of thought. “Russ,” Dominic blurted out. “I need you with me tonight.”
“What’s up?” I could hear the excitement in his voice.
“I’ve seen these two girls a few times at the club. Fuck, they’re both amazing and kinky as all hell. And man, am I in a kinky ass mood. The two of them requested a night in the dungeon with me. This, my man, I need to share. I honestly don’t think I can handle the two of them.”
Now he piqued my interest because Dominic could be a dynamo. Did I want to do this? Hell, yes, I needed a good kink. “Tonight?”
“Tonight. See you there at nine?” he asked.
“See you at nine,” I answered, letting my blood rush through my veins. Damn, a little excitement was a good thing.
“Thanks, my man. You won’t regret this.”
My phone went silent.
I dressed today in a double-breasted navy blue suit. Not a popular fashion, but I enjoyed being a little avant-garde, plus I had it tailored to fit me perfectly. A pale purple shirt and paisley tie completed the ensemble. I checked my phone as it buzzed once. It was a text from Molly.
Good Morning
Chapter Four
The phone became hot in my hands. My fingers went to reply, but I stopped. I decided not to text her back.
It had been weeks since we texted each other, and then we had done so twenty-five to forty times a day. I missed that and her. That text opened a door. I saw her interest, and I began to regain my strength. Tonight I’d exercise that strength with Dominic’s two subs.
I finally arrived at work by eleven a.m. My foreman, Jack Matthews, had the crews out, and I was left to do some landscaping estimates. I sank my mind into all the numbers and came up with fair prices for each job.
The day passed by in a blur. I found it hard to concentrate, but I managed. When I entered my place, I caught a whiff of a familiar scent. I kept my eyes riveted to the floor as I removed my overcoat. When I looked up, she was sitting on my couch smoking one of her damn small cigars. I know her husband hates them.
“What are you doing here?” I asked Cindy, my best friend Tommy’s wife.
“I came to knock some sense into that thick skull of yours.”
I walked over to her, took her cigar from her, and went to the kitchen faucet. I ran the nasty thing under the cold water and threw it in the garbage. On the way back in to her I told her, “I gave you a key for emergencies, not to show up whenever you felt like it.”
“I consider this an emergency,” she said, getting up. “What is wrong with the two of you?” she began to rant.
“Cindy, I know you mean well, but you don’t understand any of what we’re going through.”
“Try me,” she said, moving closer. “Try me,” she whispered. Cindy now stood a breath away from me. All I could think was, this isn’t happening.
“Don’t do this. You’ll regret this for the rest of your life.” I touched her face.
“When I heard… when Tommy told me Molly had left you… I-I-,” she said, tears running down her cheeks.
“Shh,” I said, taking her into my arms. “Tommy’s a good guy, and I know you love him. Christ, Cindy, I love him. I could never hurt him, but, baby, you’re a very desirable woman.” And she was. My damn traitorous cock could attest to that. She tilted her head, and our lips met. The kiss was soft at first then she took my tongue and pushed me, taking more, deepening the kiss. It was good, so good, and she was curvy, just the way I liked my women. Cindy met my every requirement… until Molly. Would I have taken her if Tommy weren’t my best and oldest friend? Yes.
I pushed her away. “Go home, and forget this ever happened. I’m usually not this noble, Cindy, so I’d run. You’d never be happy with me. I like a woman who will crawl to me, kneel at my feet, require a little pain, and be able to dish some out as well. I need to fuck how I want and when I want, and often. There’s no ‘I have a headache tonight, honey’, not with me. I’m not for you. I’d ask you to do things you would probably regret every day you woke up.”
She stood there with her arms wrapped around her, tears flowing, her sobs wrenching.
“Go home to Tommy. I’d use you because I don’t love you. It’s time you realized that Russell Bennett is not a romantic.”
“Oh, God,” she whispered. She turned to grab the coat she’d taken off and laid on the couch. She slipped it on. “You don’t scare me. And thank you. I never realized how much you love Molly. I’m sorry, so sorry. Please keep this between us, Russell, please. You know that all this time I wondered.”
I stopped her. “I know. What’s that stupid fucking saying? Curiosity killed the cat. And baby, it’s true. You’d never be happy with me. Appreciate Tommy. He’d never hurt you.”
She buttoned her coat and came to me, and kissed me on the cheek. “Fuck, Russell, you can kiss. You are truly, what I expected. However, I’d want your love. That belongs to Molly; she’s a lucky woman. I hope she realizes that. Me, I love Tommy, always have. I was wondering what it would be like to walk on the wild side for just one night...” Her arms wrapped around my neck as I hugged her to me.
“Go home knowing I’d fuck you, anytime, but that’s all it would be, Cindy; fucking. You deserve more, and you have it.”
“Thank you, Russell,” she said as I walked her to my door.
“And no more showing up unannounced.” I told her.
“Of course, but don’t let Molly slip through your fingers. I know her love is deep. It’s just, you two have some strange needs I...”
Again, I interrupted her. “Go. Not your worry.”
“Russell, I thought−I don’t know what I thought. Your way of life always seemed so forbidden, and God forgive me, romantic. I wanted a piece of that. Does this all sound ridiculous?”
“No. Not at all. I believe that deep down inside of us all there is either a dominant or a submissive personality. Some people never act on it, and some need to live it to be truly happy.”
“Perhaps you’re right.” Then a wide grin appeared on her pretty face. “You and I would butt heads constantly anyway. Tommy is so easy going. I get my way all the time. As much as I think I’d want a man like you, a control freak, I don’t.” She kissed me on the cheek and left.
A control freak? Now that was an interesting take. Miss Vanilla saw right through my façade.
I closed the door behind her. Holy f
ucking shit. Could life get any more screwed up? I needed this outlet tonight. Christ, I needed to fuck and suck my brains out, and I needed the right sub tonight. I was hoping the two Dominic had waiting for us would meet my expectations.
Chapter Five
Dressing for a night of debauchery always excited me and made me choose leather. My trousers had been custom made with enough give for a hard on. A simple, clean, white, custom tailored shirt went well with my black trench coat and black boots. I checked my image in the mirror. The day-old scruff suited the way I felt: rough and ready. I pulled on the leather gloves and then went for my bag. Inside was an array of sex toys, lubes, condoms, sanitary wipes, a towel, and a change of clothing. It was my standard equipment for a night out at a club.
I was anxious and so damn ready for the evening. My life couldn’t be anymore fucked up, than it already was, so what was a little more shit piled on the heap. Cindy’s image was fresh in my mind. The pretty blonde must have lost her mind. I’d known her since Tommy and her were first together. What made people do the things they did? If it hadn’t been for Tommy, I would have fucked her and maybe even satisfied some of her curiosity. I knew the lifestyle and my training with a Master had always intrigued Cindy.
A few years back, I remember her reaction when I told her and Tommy that I’d gone into training with a BDSM Master.
“Oh, Russell, that’s why you’re still single. You’re gay,” was her response.
“Shit, Russell, you could have told me,” added Tommy, my best friend.
I burst out in laughter. They’d no idea what I was doing and why. Cindy’s mouth stayed open in response as I filled them in. Their initial reaction didn’t surprise me, and as time went on, I let them in on more and more of what I was learning. Cindy always seemed interested, and Tommy would listen and shrug his shoulders. I could never betray Tommy, and I prayed I’d never have to deal with Cindy’s overzealous nature again.
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