He knew his eyes had cooled, conveying the current of dangerous steel he carried beneath his usual calm, because he saw it in the nervous press of her lips, the quiver of excitement it also caused. “If you ever do something that frightens or causes you the wrong kind of emotional or physical pain, just because you thought it would please me, I will punish you in ways that will drive in the lesson so hard, you’ll never do it again. You understand? Say it.”
“I-I understand. I’m sorry.”
“I didn’t demand your apology, sweet girl.” He pressed a kiss to her mouth then, teasing her lips open and making her moan as his hand slipped between them, dipped below that very short, snug skirt. With unerring accuracy, he slid two fingers directly into her p-ssy, all the way to the base knuckle. As she caught his arm, fingers digging in, her eyes lifting to him in aroused shock, he spoke through taut lips. “Repeat the lesson.”
“I…my pleasure…drives yours. Oh God…” Rachel swallowed as he rubbed her inside, withdrew and drove back in. In another moment she was going to wrap her legs around his hips, let him finger f*ck her to climax, to hell with anyone watching. “Jon…please. I understand.”
He twisted his touch, stroking his knuckles on that sensitive spot inside. “Not what you call me, Rachel. Not without my permission.”
“Master,” she managed, and let out a throaty sound that caught the attention of several passersby. She saw several knowing glances thrown their way as they continued to move toward the door, recognizing a Master handling his submissive. It turned her on even more.
“I don’t…I don’t want anyone inside me but you. But other things…might be okay. But no matter what…what you want…I trust you.” After so many years of having to guard her words, it was so difficult to say what she really wanted. It could make her chest tight, as if she were going to cry. However, his expression was patient as well as expectant. Though he was doing his best to drive her past her inhibitions with one hand, it was the other one, stroking wisps of her hair away from her temple, lingering on her cheek, that gave her courage. When it got right down to it, for better or worse, she trusted him to know her better than she knew herself.
“I…don’t want to not try something that you know I might want, just because I’m afraid. But the actual sex…” Jon’s cock sliding into her cunt, that connection, the energy that met there… “I don’t think I want to share that with anyone else.”
“Good girl.” He eased out of her, brought his hand to her lips. “Clean your Master’s fingers.”
She did, and as she did, she was quietly amazed at how all her senses targeted him rather than their surroundings. He was in complete command of everything.
When she was done, he used a handkerchief to finish the job, then slid the cloth back into his coat pocket before taking her arm and guiding her to the club doors.
There was a member check-in area, but Jon was waved through with a quick glance from the ma?tre d’. While that made her think of who else he might have brought here, she remembered his earlier words. He hadn’t been required to say what he’d said to her—after all, she’d made it clear she hadn’t expected commitment or monogamy—so it underscored the possible truthfulness of it, that bringing her here was special, not just another casual submissive. Now, whether or not she would be in an emotional position to believe that later, when she was in her right mind…
But right now, her body was singing, and her heart and not-right mind were willing to join in the chorus. Particularly in such a magical environment. She felt like sex-on-stilettos. She enjoyed the way it felt, walking in the shoes, letting the snug hold of the dress dictate her pendulum-hip movements as they headed into the public play area. The dance floor levels lay beyond, but it was this immediate area that grabbed her by the throat.
Surreal had a lot of mist, lights and silver props, as well as view screens of different areas that those sitting in booths or at the bar could enjoy without crowding up to the place where the action was actually occurring. Right now it was a male sub in a stock being f*cked by another large male. The sub sucked frantically on the strap-on cock of a Domme in front of him, her black-gloved hand gripping his hair to make him suck her faster, bumping the * stimulator against her with a more pleasing pressure and rhythm.
On another screen, a female submissive was suspended in an elaborate rope bondage harness that included tight cinching around her breasts. They were swollen and flushed, nipples almost blue and enormous from the constriction. She was being spanked with a paddle that had holes, leaving circular red marks on her pale flesh. She was crying as she came, her body shuddering, face flushed with ecstasy.
Watching that on the screen stopped Rachel in her tracks. Jon’s hand slid from the small of her back to her buttock. As she watched, he gathered the hem of her micro-dress, inching it up until he was fondling her ass, fully revealing it as he did so, watching the screen with her. Though it was a shadowed, dim environment, it still aroused her intensely, him enjoying her as he wished, where his ownership and her place as his property was completely accepted. She’d taken the step from submissive to slave, and liked the idea of him considering her all his in that way.
Further, it had only taken her a matter of seconds to feel right about it. She’d waited her whole life to feel like this, to be in a moment like this, surrounded by others who were immersed in the feelings and needs she had… People who understood. It was like being a child and coming to Disneyland for the first time, seeing all the things that embraced the soul of a child. Having those things confirmed, reinforced. Celebrated.
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Ben leaned back on the bar, one foot braced on the bottom rail of his stool as he took a swallow of his drink. Like the other two sitting with him, he watched Jon’s progress through the public play area, letting Rachel see the sights.
“Most of the closet ones are shy and tentative the first time, looking for reassurance. Look at her.” The lawyer gestured, a faint smile on his face, though his green eyes were serious, tracking her almost as closely as Jon. “The only reason she’s hesitating is the same reason a kid in a candy store does. There’s so much here she wants, she’s not sure where to start. Good for her. God, I love an older woman. Even when they’ve been busted up inside, they’ll reach for what they want with both hands, if you clear the road enough.”
Lucas dipped his head, but a frown was creasing his brow. “No argument, but she’s too unstable yet. She’s still running from that pain, not facing it head-on. She doesn’t believe down to her soul that she can trust him.”
“And it’s been what? Not quite forty-eight hours? Our boy’s losing his touch.” Peter gave Lucas a wry look, and the CFO shrugged.
“We all know it doesn’t have anything to do with time, not when there’s already a relationship in play. It has to do with the type of catalyst you bring to the table.” Lucas considered Rachel as she stopped in front of one of the view screens, every line of her curvy body shimmering, as if there was an electric current causing her to vibrate. “Jon’s picking up on it though. Notice how close he’s staying? She could get knocked off balance and pushed under pretty quickly.”