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“A video of what?”
He smiles again, so I press down harder, careful not to let my weight settle too hard on the foot currently in position to puncture his pecs.
“Me in the shower, stroking my dick for you.”
“Why did you send me that video?”
When he smiles again, I move my foot from his shoulder to his throat, now beingvigilantto balance carefully. His smile fades quickly. “Because I want your attention on me.”
“Hmm…” I reply. “I think you did it because you’re a filthy slut. Is that it?”
His mouth twitches. “Yes, ma’am.”
“Thought so. Now get up.”
After I remove my shoe from his windpipe, he stands. With a nod, I gesture toward the St. Andrew’s cross against the wall, and he walks obediently over to it, so I can affix the cuffs to his wrists and ankles.
I take it a little easy on him tonight, only giving him three lashes with the crop because I know any more than that will have him in a weeping mess on the floor by the time we’re done. And I still have plans for him after this.
He takes the twelve paddle slaps and six rounds with the flogger extremely well. He’s shivering, sweaty, and beet red by the time I uncuff him. His cock is leaking at the tip as I guide him by his collar to the bed, where I make him sit and then climb over him, kissing his mouth as I straddle his lap.
“Remind me again what you are,” I whisper against his lips.
“A filthy slut,” he replies as I lower myself over his hard length. He slides in with a groan, and I feel a shiver run through me when I have him as deep as he can go.
“Myfilthy slut,” I reply before kissing him.
Our cries and groans echo through the room, and I know he has an extra sting of pain on his backside as I grind him into the bed, riding his cock until I come with a scream.
“Please, ma’am,” he gasps when he feels my body constricting around him. “Can I please come?”
“Yes,” I reply, grabbing his face in a fierce kiss. “You can come, Beau.”
On command, he shudders inside me, grunting through his orgasm.
“Good boy,” I whisper against his temple as he gasps for air, coming down from his climax.
We stay that way for a while, and after I feel his body slump against mine, I find the clasp of his collar and press it with a click until it releases from his neck.
After putting it away, I rub his back with some aloe balm, and let him rest between my bare legs with his head against my stomach. With my back against the headboard, I stroke my fingers through his hair while he sips his drink. It’s comfortable in the silence together.
The last year has felt like a dream. It took us three months to fix the mess the previous owners of the club left us. It was nothing like Salacious, but Beau and I were able to make it our own. Being a pair of reformed vanillas gave us a unique perspective for our members, and within nine months, membership was booming.
As for him and me, it’s been a journey. It’s never perfect, but I never expected it to be. No matter what, we’re always us.
“Are you going to tell him your ideas for the club when he comes to visit next week?” I ask.
He shrugs. “Yeah, I don’t see why not.”
“Well, you two still act weird talking about the club.”
“Heacts weird,” Beau argues, and I smile down at him.
“You are his son,” I reply.
“Why they’re choosing to come in the dead of summer, when it’s fucking two hundred degrees outside, is beyond me.”
“It is not two hundred degrees.” I laugh.
