Page 11 of Nobody's Girl

“And did you…indulge?”

The woman smirked into her glass. “A lady never tells.”

Tamara had butted in then. “In which case, you must be about to blab. Hilary, you’re one of the most vanilla people I’ve ever met – you’re borrowing this story from an article you read in Cosmo, right?”

Hilary glared at her. “I don’t care if you don’t believe me, Tamara. Surprised we didn’t see you down there, what with your known talent for sucking whoever’s cock is nearest.”

Tamara had given her the finger and moved away. but it had given her an idea. An internet search later and the next weekend, she made her way into the city, her long raincoat covering her newly purchased leather harness, and the cool air touching her bare groin. It was only a few blocks from the subway to Tension, the newest and hottest BDSM in New York.

In the club, she slipped off her coat without hesitation, inclining her head at the doorman’s obvious admiration. “You can’t afford me, darling.” She touched his cheek then squeezed his cock, before laughing and walking off.

In the bar, a low, sensual beat pounded, and Tamara’s heart began to pound. Yes. Yes, this is what she needed. She stopped by a table selling sex toys and bought a flogging whip. She snapped it again her hand – pleasingly painful. The woman selling the toys smiled at her. “You look like you’re used to those.”

Tamara wasn’t, but she didn’t want this woman to know that. Instead, she gave her a cold smile and went deep into the crypt-like club. At first all she could see was a sea of writhing bodies, moving around to thumping bass soundtrack. As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she saw that the club had alcoves built into the walls, and in those, people were fucking, or performing sex acts on each other. Tamara felt her body react to the sight, getting wet. She walked to the bar, ordered a double vodka and scanned the room.

When she saw him, her nipples hardened and a low moan escaped her lips. He was sitting alone at a table, his eyes hooded and unreadable. His dark hair was sept back from his face – a beautiful but dangerous face, his brown eyes large but lacking warmth. Tamara watched as a gorgeous young woman approached him, buck-naked, and straddled him. He leaned back as the girl unzipped his pants and drew out the biggest cock Tamara had ever seen. That thing is a monster, she thought, salivating. She watched as the man fisted the hair at the back of the girl’s head and kissed her deeply before the girl slid from his knees and took his cock in her mouth. He closed his eyes for a second as she began to suck at him, then looked directly at Tamara. Almost unconsciously her hand drifted down between her legs and she began to stroke herself, gently moving her body to the tune of the song, as he watched her. He didn’t take his eyes from her as the girl worked on him, only shuddering as he came, shooting into the other girl’s mouth. She swallowed him then just as silently moved away. His cock was still ramrod stiff, and Tamara didn’t hesitate.

She walked over to him and without a word, lowered herself onto his prick, and began to ride him. His kiss was rough, almost violent, his fingers digging into her tender flesh as they fucked. Tamara still had the flogger in her hand and she brought it up to strike him across the chest but he caught her hand.

“No.”

She got it. He was a Dom too. Her chin lifted defiantly but his eyes dared her to defy him. He jerked, coming, shooting thick cum into her cunt, then almost immediately lifting her off, and zipping himself up.

“Thanks.” He said, and walked out of the club, Tamara staring after him. Thanks? Thanks? Asshole. She stood, needing to save face. After a few minutes, she felt someone else watching her. This one was cute too, a little less god-like, but he had bright blue eyes and curly light brown hair. There was an arrogance to his smile she liked and so when he approached her, she didn’t glare at him. He bent his head to kiss her, sliding his hand between her legs to stroke her clit. He touched the flogger.

“How much?”

Tamara smiled. “A thousand to be beaten. Two to fuck me. Three to fuck me in the ass.”

Her admirer smiled. “Let’s called it an even ten thousand for all night and everything then, shall we? I have a room reserved here.”

He took her hand and led her back through a labyrinth of dark corridors. Tamara heard the echo of cries and begging and orgasmic pleasure reverberate off the stone walls. She had never been turned on so much in her life. Her client opened a door for her. “Is this to your liking?”

Inside the room was painted a dark eggplant color, with orange lamps dotted around the place giving it a sensual glow. A four-poster bed was in the center, a St Andrew’s cross at one end, with cuffs and restraints nailed into it. A long wooden bench, and shelves of toys, lube, ball-gags, whips, paddles and a selection sex toys. Tamara sighed happily. Her client smiled.

“What’s your name?”

“T…” She’d almost given her real name – stupid, did she want to look like a freaking rookie? “Taryn.”

“Well, Taryn, I’m Grant.”

His real name. So what? She pointed to the bench. “Get naked, Lie on your stomach on the bench.”

He grinned. “Yes, ma’am.”

The first time she brought the flogger down hard across his buttocks, Tamara almost came. The exhilaration, the power she had over him was orgasmic. She began to cuss him out as she punished him, and when he begged her to whip his cock, she felt herself become dripping wet. “Turn over, scum,” she growled and his erection bounced upwards. She brought the flogger down across it, making sure the whip caught his balls too, and to her amazement, he just got harder and harder, groaning through the pain.

“Fuck me now,” she ordered and grinning, he complied, thrusting deep into her cunt, hands gripping her hips as they moved together.

In the early dawn light, Tamara finally caught the subway back to her New York apartment, utterly spent, but ten thousand dollars in cash richer, and thoroughly sated. At last, at last, she had found a world where she belonged. Tamara showered and brushed her teeth, grinning to herself. Why work when you could get rich fucking and causing pain? It was her calling; the two things she knew without a doubt she excelled at.

Screw you, Dad, for ignoring me. From now on, this is my world.

Chapter Four