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“Would you like to play?” I slide my hand down to her thigh while watching every reaction of her body. Her breathing increases, her pulse flutters under her skin, and the flush from earlier has worked its way up her neck.
I want to follow that pink tinge under her beautiful slightly tan skin. I see a tattoo peeking out from under her skirt on her hip and I want to lick that too.
“Yes,” she says, and I reach for the new tablets that we approved to make it easier to learn hard and soft limits. I enter my passcode and then her name. Up pops all her information. What she likes. What she doesn’t. Even her contract history. That surprises me.
“You’re not under contract with anyone else? You’ve been a sub for five years though? And never been under a contract for longer than a month or so.” I’m shocked because she’s extremely beautiful. Any Dom would snatch her up, not just because of her looks but the fact she submits beautifully so far.
“I just moved here from out of state. I also have a very demanding job and life outside of the club. I can’t give more than one night a week. I only need the release every so often.” Another kernel of information.
We sit for a bit longer talking about her limits and mine. When I hand her the tablet, she presses her thumb to the area stating she’ll be with me tonight. It’s for ours and the business’s protection. If either of us enter into more of a contract, it will be on file here too. I take the tablet from her and set it back on the table. I want a long-term contract with her, and I too haven’t been under one in a while. I take subs for a couple of months at a time as I don’t usually want a woman for that long. The last woman I had in my life who wasn’t my sister or mother didn’t want to be in my life, so I try not to get into more with anyone else now.
I’m ready to play with her and see how much I can make her body flush while she comes. I take a final swig of my beer before I stand and hold out my hand to her.
* * *
Emersyn
I sit there for a moment before I take another sip of my wine. When Trevor walked up to me, I thought I was in a dream. I turned around and looked up his large, toned, and muscular body. He took my breath away. He’s over six feet tall and wide. He’s dressed in all black. Black jeans and a black button-down that is open at the collar, exposing a light sprinkling of dark chest hair. I want to drag my hands through it. I’m not normally a beard girl, but his mid-length scruff is sexy and I want the burn across my body. It’s dark, like his hair that is shaved on the sides and brushed straight up in a spiky but soft style. A yearning starts in my stomach and settles in my core. This man is projecting power and desire. I want it all.
After we sat at the table, I thought he wanted to just talk, but I felt his eyes brush my body as if he was caressing me. The sensation caused my skin to erupt in gooseflesh. When he looked at my information and questioned me about contracts, I thought he was going to get up then, but he didn’t. I did notice from his profile he doesn’t stay under contract for very long either. I also saw that he’s on the board and listed as a training Dom for the club.
I must be taking too long because he moves his hand and slides it under my hair, where he wraps it around the back of my neck. The show of dominance causes my already damp panties to practically combust. I stand and let him lead me from the bar area. He guides me up the stairs and down the catwalk, stopping at the last door. I’m aware each board member has their own private suite. He releases me to pull a skeleton key from his pocket and slide it into the lock, then he pulls the large sliding barn door open.
The room is decked out in all black. Black satin sheets, black candles, black sofa, and even a black area rug on the floor. His hand returns to my neck and he directs me into the room.
Once inside, he releases me again and moves past me. I watch as he removes things from a cabinet. I’m curious but know if I ask he won’t tell me. I’ll also get a spanking, something I badly need, which makes me contemplate whether or not to ask. His voice breaks me from my thoughts before I can decide.
“Kneel.”
I drop into the submissive pose with my knees together, back straight, and eyes down. My hands rest on my thighs as I wait for his next command. He moves around the room, and I want to look up when I hear the thump of things falling. But as a good submissive, I don’t. My eyes are focused on the floor when his now bare feet move into my line of sight. I didn’t know men’s feet could be sexy, but his are. He’s still in his black jeans, and I keep my focus on his strong feet.
“I want to pull your hair, but I don’t want it to interfere with what I have planned for you. Can you braid it?” He hands me a ponytail elastic and I take it without looking up.
I finger brush my hair and divide it into three sections before I weave it into a thick braid down my back. I secure it with the elastic and push it back when I’m done.
“Good girl. Now stand.” He holds out a hand for me.
As I stand up, my eyes track from his bare feet up his long legs to the waist of his black jeans, which are now unbuttoned. My gaze lands on the happy trail of hair that disappears into his opened jeans. I want to touch. I want to lick, but I keep my focus on his commands.
When I’m fully standing in front of him, he slides his palm along the side of my face and tips my head back.
“One of your hard limits is kissing, but I want to sip from your beautiful lips.” He looks me in the eye, and I want to say yes. I set that as a limit because kissing is so intimate, and I wouldn’t be able to keep a distance if I allowed it.
“I just can’t.”
“Why?” His brow raises.
“Please, Sir, I want to do this with you, but I can’t give you that.” I can’t tell him that if I kiss him, I’m afraid I’ll lose myself. I already feel a pull to him I’ve never felt before with another Dom. I can’t tell him my ex-husband fucked me over in ways that I’m still paying for. Literally. I can’t tell him that kissing is more intimate than the act of fucking. “Yellow.” If I say “red,” I know he’ll stop.
He leans forward and holds me firm as I start to pull away. His lips brush my forehead and I sigh from the contact. It’s been so long since a man has kissed me, but that kiss right there rocks me to the core. It’s tender, and his lips are soft but firm.
“Come.” He pulls away and takes my hand. He leads me over to the wall with a stripper pole next to it and where restraints hang from the ceiling. He steps back and crosses his arms, his legs braced shoulder-width apart. He’s intimidating in this stance, and if I didn’t already feel comfortable and safe with him, I’d worry. “Show me.” His voice has a gruffness to it that I’m assuming is from restraining himself. He waves his hand up and down my body.
I swallow, my confidence leaving me. I know I’m sexy, but I also have a softness that he doesn’t. I do Pilates and yoga. I don’t run. I don’t work out all the time because I don’t have time for it. He’s all solid muscle, looks like he barely has any body fat.
The song in the background changes to “Porn Star Dancing” and I get an idea. I’ve never done this before in order to seduce someone. I move to the pole and start dancing as the song plays. I’m swaying my hips and moving around as I slowly lower the zipper of my bustier. I lick my lips, just like the song says, and go for it. I drop my top to the floor, followed by my skirt. I’m left in nothing but my short, tight black panties and boots. I grab the pole and pull myself up, hanging there for a moment before I flip off. I took a pole dancing workout class back in Boston almost a year ago. Apparently, I didn’t forget anything I learned from that class. I lean against the pole and peek at him as the song comes to an end.
Trevor moves toward me and pins me to the pole. “I want to take those sexy as fuck red lips, but instead I’m going to spank you for pushing my limit.” He spins me around. “Grab the pole and bend over.” I do as he says as he moves away for only a moment. Then the first smack falls across the full part of my butt. He moves to the next cheek and strikes it with the crop. “How many is that, Syn?”
