by Measha Stone
Her mouth turned into a simple O, and she went to work putting the bracelet on her left arm.
"No. It goes on your right wrist." He took the bracelet from her hand and waited for her to give him her other wrist. He clasped the jewelry in place and slid his fingers along it, assuring he hadn't made it too tight.
"You're the submissive, so it goes on your right arm," he explained, hoping to distract her from what was making her uncomfortable. She hadn't refused to wear the bracelet, yet she didn't seem overly joyed about it either.
"So, what does this mean…I mean…why would this keep others away?" She closed the empty box and set it on the dashboard of the car.
He reached out to cup her chin, hoping to drag her eyes to his. "The members here who know me will recognize the bracelet. Have you changed your mind?" His gaze wandered over her face, his thumb absentmindedly stroking her cheek.
Her eyes widened at his question. The worry, the doubt he thought he'd seen in them vanished. A new determination settled there.
"No. I haven't. I just—" she forced a laugh, "It's nothing. Fairytale romances." She stated flatly, as though there was nothing else to explain. "You give all your girls this bracelet?" she asked with a faux levity he didn't like in her voice.
"No." He released his hold and raised his left arm so the light from the parking lot hit his wrist. A dark leather band circled it. An emblem, much like the one tattooed on his chest, was burnt into the leather, and on either side was the same eternity symbol matching her bracelet.
She held his wrist in her hands, her fingers tracing the symbols in the leather. "We match," she whispered.
The light from the streetlamp filtered through the window and struck her in such a way; the green of her eyes deepened, and her complexion brightened. She appeared soft, yet unyielding.
"I don't have girls." He broke the silence after a few moments.
She peered up at him.
"This bracelet, I haven't given it to anyone before. It's for you. The emblem, the eternity symbol, it's sort of my thing. That's why it will be recognized by other members. Not because all my girls wear it."
She released a long breath, as though he had alleviated a large boulder from her chest.
"The emblem will be recognized as mine, "he ran his knuckles along her jaw, "And so will you."
Chapter 18
Kelly walked behind Kendrick up the long stairway to Gallant Domination. Glad she'd opted for the shorter heel when she dressed, she held onto the railing as she made her way up the steps. The emotions from her conversation with Kendrick continued to reel through her mind as she made the climb.
No man had ever wanted to stake claim on her in such a way. The mark of ownership, his mark, made her feel cherished and wanted. Kendrick had already explained he did not share or flaunt. With a small piece of jewelry, he was letting everyone else know not to trespass—she was his.
His answer about collaring a woman gave her pause, made her begin to think deeper about their relationship than she had before. Were they moving too fast?
She had only known him a week, but she felt more alive than she had with anyone else she'd ever been with. It was her desire to be his—to be owned by him, fulfilled by him, cherished by him—that kept her feet moving up the stairs.
Her desires to have a husband and a house full of children were still rooted inside her core. She decided to think about her more vanilla needs later and enjoy the evening he'd planned for them.
She turned her thoughts to the bag he carried. She hadn't been able to peek inside when he was searching for the bracelet. Whatever was in it had everything to do with what was in store for her in the playroom.
Going to the dungeon had been her suggestion. She wanted to experience the play area without being run off before she had seen any of the interesting stuff.
She'd been only slightly surprised when Kendrick had agreed to take her. She was learning he was more than happy to give her what she wanted if she asked correctly.
Kendrick stood at the top of the stairs with the door open, waiting for her. She climbed the last few steps and smiled at him as she moved into the club. The same sounds and smells from her last visit engulfed her senses. Even with the club having just opened a few short hours before, there were more people than the last time she'd visited.
A woman hurried past Kelly, wearing a leather cocktail dress. Her bosom overflowed the bodice, and the hem barely reached the bottom of her beautiful round ass.
A man walked behind her. He was taller than the leather-dressed woman and built like a brick house. His muscles rippled down his arms, and his naked chest displayed every hard moment of weightlifting he had ever endured. Any question Kelly may have had as to who was in charge between them ended at the sight of his leather collar complete with a chain-link leash attached. The woman walking him led him quickly toward the playroom.
He was such a strong man—powerful and intimidating—being led on a leash by a woman didn't diminish any of that. In fact, his position empowered him. Walking with his head held high, his shoulders back, every step showing his pride.
"If I'd known the leash would excite you so, I would have brought one," Kendrick's husky voice said from behind her.
She stiffened at his words. Would she enjoy being led about on a leash as much as that man appeared to? Could she walk with as much pride as he had?
"You have one?" she asked without turning around.
He kissed her neck in response. She had braided her hair in an attempt to keep it out of the way of any activity they would be embarking on. Having her neck exposed to him and his kisses was a bonus.
"I have a lot of toys." He laughed as he nibbled her earlobe. "Dammit, Kelly. We just got here and I already want to tear off your skirt and bend you over the couch." He growled, stepping away from her.
"You wouldn't have to take it off. Just lift it up." She gave him a slow wink and sauntered down the hall. His grunt of frustration followed her as she made her way toward the main playroom. She waited as Kendrick put his bag on the large rack near the coat room and joined her.
The sounds of the play space excited her senses. The same woman who had been playing with the fire wands during Kelly's previous visit was back at it, though her partner had changed.
As the fire wand ran over the man's back, he didn't so much as flinch from discomfort. Other than the loud moan of satisfaction, he made no sound or movement.
The woman wielding the wand whispered into his ear between passes. Her hand followed behind the wand each time. She appeared in tune with her playmate, watching his muscles contract and relax with a soft smile perched on her lips.
Kendrick's placed his hand on her shoulder, bringing her back to his presence. He wasn't pulling her away, but merely connecting them physically. His fingers wrapped around the back of her neck. No pressure, no pain, simply holding her.
She heard a screech from the corner of the room and snapped her head toward the scene.
Teri stood against the wall, her hands bound over her head in metal shackles, a blindfold over her eyes. Dominick roamed his hands over her naked body, soothing her. She turned her head to the side when he placed kisses on her neck.
He stepped aside, and Kelly inhaled her hard breath. Dark red welts crossed over Teri's naked breasts. A few horizontal stripes marked her thighs as well.
"It's okay," Kendrick whispered.
"I know." Kelly searched Dominick's expression to see if anger lurked there.
Tenderness. Tenderness and desire made up his smile. With a cane in his right hand, he moved toward Teri again. He spoke into her ear. Whatever he said to her, she must have enjoyed. A wicked smile erupted, and she licked her lips. She obviously wanted what Dominick was giving.
Dominick made quick work of releasing Teri's hand, rubbing her arms as he brought them down to her sides. The blindfold remained in place as Teri slid to her knees. Dominick held the cane in his hand and made no move to aid Teri. She found his jeans and quickl
y unbuckled his belt. His zipper flew down, and she pulled out his cock.
Kelly’s pussy clenched at the sight of Teri taking Dominick into her mouth. She sucked as she took all of him in and dragged her tongue along his shaft.
Dominick threw his head back as she continued to stroke him and pleasure him with her mouth. He made no move to touch her. Her motions quickened, but her lips remained pressed around his cock as she took him in and out with her moist lips.
Dominick placed the cane behind her neck and held onto it with both hands, keeping her trapped on his dick. She stilled in her movements and allowed Dominick to take over. He thrust into her mouth several times, hard and unyielding.
Teri tilted her face up toward him as he continued to fuck her throat.
Dominick tore the blindfold from her eyes, and a single tear ran down her cheek. He placed his hand back on the cane, keeping her locked where he wanted her.
Kelly noticed their gazes meet, and with one final thrust forward, Dominick yelled out his release and buried himself into Teri's throat.
Teri swallowed, and when he withdrew from her, she looked up at him with a smile. He touched her cheek with his fingertips, wiping away the wetness and waited for her to dress him again.
"Are they here every night?" Kelly whispered.
"No," he shook his head slightly.
His attention shifted to Kelly for a moment. The arousal ramped in his eyes before he dropped his hand from her neck and moved further into the room. The scene had affected him too.
Kelly followed him to a large wooden frame that gave her the impression of a tiny room without walls. Several hooks and leather straps hung from all four posts, sending her imagination spinning.
Kendrick stepped into the middle of the box and pointed up at the top beams where several hooks had been installed.
"This is a suspension rig," he said.
"It's usually used to tie a submissive up and hang them, suspended from the hooks," he explained further.
"Usually?" Kelly folded her arms over her stomach. Why was she suddenly so nervous? She hadn't said no to bondage, but the idea of swinging in the air frightened her a little.
"I'm not using it for that tonight." He stepped toward her and put his hands on her shoulders, gazing into her eyes. His fingers dug into her muscles, working out the building tension.
"Tonight, I'm going to tie your hands over your head. You won't be suspended, but your body will be stretched out for me. The perfect canvas for my paddle. Once I have you all warm and tingling, I am going to fuck you. I want you displayed like this for the rest of the room while your tits bounce from being fucked from behind." He spoke each word clearly, with determination. This wasn't just a list of fantasies for him, it was a promise of what he had in store for her.
He was putting her on display to be spanked, toyed with, and fucked.
Panic reached her chest. What if she couldn't remain still? What if it was too much for her to bear? Would he be angry with her?
"Kelly, what's wrong?" he asked, gently running his thumb up and down her neck.
"I've never been spanked before," she whispered as though she were admitting a carnal sin.
"I know," he assured her with a soft grin.
"What if I can't…you know…what if I have to ask you to stop?" She kept her eyes on his, willing herself not to look away.
"If you need me to stop, you say the word. I won't be mad or disappointed. This isn't about being my punching bag. This is about giving each other pleasure. About you giving me the control and power to yield the paddle, and you submitting to the enjoyment of my domination. I have no intentions of hurting you. If the pain is too much or not enjoyable, you need to tell me."
"I want you to be proud of me." Her words left her lips before she could stop them. She drew her attention from his eyes to the tip of his nose.
With one finger, he lifted her chin until her gaze locked with his again.
"You have no idea how happy that makes me." His mouth pressed against hers in a demanding kiss. "Be true to yourself, do what you find natural, and I will always be proud of you." He kissed her again quickly and stepped back. "Are you ready?" he asked.
"Yeah." She took a deep breath.
His brows raised.
“I mean, yes,” she corrected.
He responded with a warm smile. "Good. I’ll be right back. Stay here."
She searched the room, expecting everyone to be staring at her, but no one paid her any attention. Music pumped through the speakers, covering most of the sounds of people playing around her. There were a few onlookers, but they seemed interested in other scenes being played out.
Kendrick returned with his bag slung over his shoulder. He ignored her and went to work setting up the station. Kelly observed the other Dominants doing the same. They laid out their arsenal on the small tables accompanying each play station. In some cases, their submissive had been the one preparing everything, while their Dominant partner readied other parts of their play.
Kendrick pulled several leather paddles, a riding crop, and a long belt out of his bag. Each was laid in a straight line on the table. Finally, he retrieved a handful of clothespins and placed them in a pile next to the belt.
Seemingly satisfied with his toys, Kendrick rejoined Kelly.
"Clothespins?" she asked huskily. He grinned but said nothing. She reached for the buttons on her blouse, but he pushed her hands away.
"Mine," he said as he undid the buttons. He pulled free the material tucked into her skirt and finished opening the garment. The shirt slid down her arms, and he draped it over his forearm before going to work on her bra. It clasped in the front, so it was easy to remove. His hands slipped behind her as he opened her skirt and let it drop to the floor.
"No panties?" He raised a playful eyebrow.
“You seemed to like it so much last time,” she said with a coy smile.
Once her clothing was put aside, he returned with two leather cuffs. He placed one around each of her wrists, being mindful of her bracelet. Each leather strap had a silver hoop dangling from it.
Small shivers of nerves invaded Kelly as Kendrick grabbed a bundle of rope from his bag. After running it through his hands to unravel it, he looped it over the top of the rig. Her eyes flicked to her wrists, which were now being tethered together.
Once Kendrick seemed happy with his work, he walked to the free end of the rope and pulled on it until her hands were over her head. She eyed him as he wrapped the rope to the post, keeping her locked in place.
She let her eyes wander the room, and relief swept over her with the realization there still wasn't a large crowd. Her fear wasn’t stemmed from how others would see her body—she was confident in her own skin—but rather the fear of them seeing her ignorance. So lost in her thoughts, she didn't notice Kendrick had finished setting up and now stood in front of her.
"How are you doing?" The warmth in his tone calmed her.
She focused on the tenderness in his eyes and tried to forget the others in the room.
"I’m okay," she answered softly.
His hands sought out her breasts, and he cupped them. She inhaled sharply when his thumbs flicked over her nipples.
"Forget everyone else. It’s just you and me." He pinched her right breast. "Can you do that? Can you give me your complete attention?" Another pinch.
She tried to move out of his grasp, but he wouldn't allow it.
"You won't get very far." He kissed her cheek and looked up at the ropes holding her in the center of the space.
"Yes, I can do that," she breathed out.
He patted her hip and kissed her quickly before disappearing from her line of sight. The rustling behind her wet her interest and she tried to peek over at him.
"I'm right here," a soft voice whispered, his hot breath warming her naked shoulder.
Kendrick placed his hands on her back and stroked her softly with his fingertips. "Have I told you how much I love your ass?"
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bsp; "Not really," she answered back.
A sharp slap caught her off guard. Another landed to the left cheek. Sting spread through her ass as he continued to lay spanks into her. After half a dozen, he paused to rub his palm over her skin.
"Well, I do," he whispered before delivering several more smacks to each cheek.
She bounced up to her tiptoes. The heat spreading through her made her groan. It wasn't too much, but the newness was so fresh she couldn't get her mind to catch up to the sensations. She had a moment of reprieve as he massaged her again, letting everything sink in. The fire on her ass could not compare to the need in her clit. She spread her legs slightly, pushing her ass toward his hand in invitation.
He chuckled and delivered two hard slaps to the tops of her thighs. She cried out from the new sting.
Kendrick stood to her left and wrapped his arms around her midsection. Using his leg, he pushed against her pelvis, shoving her bottom further out. She readied herself to be invaded so sweetly by his fingers, but jumped in surprise by the harsh rain of slaps that came instead. He held fast to her as he continued the spanking.
She pulled on her restraints to steady herself, to take what he gave her. So much pleasure. He was giving her an enjoyment she couldn’t have explained if he commanded it from her.
As quickly as the spanking began, it ended. He released her waist and helped her to regain her footing.
"How are you doing?" he asked, placing a soft kiss to her temple.
She hadn't been ready for him to stop. Even with her heart pounding and her mind swirling from all the sensations and emotions, she wasn't finished. The ride had only just begun, and she didn't want to get off.
"Are we done?" she asked in a childish whine.
He laughed and kissed her again.
"No. Far from it." He left her for a moment.
Cool air brushed against her sensitive backside, and she rested her forehead on her outreached arm. She was warm, everywhere. Though her emotions and thoughts were mingling together, swishing around her mind, she was lighter. Almost floating.