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I’ve never thought of it in this way, I think to myself. “But you’re more than a colleague, Penn, as you mentioned. You’re my friend and my mentor.”
“True, but I’m so good at distinguishing between them that when we’re at work I don’t see you as a sub at our local kink club. You’re a lawyer there and Luca’s sub here. I know it may take a while to understand this, what happens here, stays here. It will never creep into our professional life because of something I’ve said. Your secret is safe with me, Ani.”
Did Luca have a sense of my hesitation because Penn is part of this side of our life? He only wants to care for me and until now, I never realized what a beautiful gift it is. I haven’t given him my submission yet, but he’s making it harder and harder to walk away from him. Plus, I think I may want to willingly give it up, making Luca my Dom.
* * *
Luca escorts me back into the club later in the evening after my first munch with what I think will be good friends of ours. This time I’m in the same pair of jeans and flowy bohemian top I’d worn this morning.
Our afternoon consisted of me reading something of pleasure on the couch, Luca’s suggestion, as he watched college football. When was the last time I picked up my favorite spy novels I used to get lost in for hours? Too long.
He’d told me not to change and that I’d do so at the club before we joined Lars and his daddy, Titus, for dinner.
“One brat deserves another brat,” he quips while we enter the club via the back VIP entrance.
“You do love me being a brat, though?”
We stop in the long hallway leading to his private room. “I think you know the answer, Heaven.”
I do, and somehow, I thrive on it. Placing his arm protectively around the small of my back, he escorts me into his private room. “I’ll be sure to give you the code. You’re allowed to be here in the club by yourself, as long as you’re escorted by the Dungeon Master, or in the members elite subs-only lounge. And all your club clothes will be housed here.”
I begin to open my mouth but I shut it.
“Good girl. You may like my spankings, but I’m going to show you I won’t tolerate your disrespect.” A smirk forms on his face as he sees me swallow my response, and in the club, I’ve been playing it his way.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Kneel,” he demands.
I’ve never done it before but in the past week, I’ve been giving him more control, telling him I’d try most things once, knowing I have my safeword.
I do as I’m told and drop to the floor.
“Goddamnit, Heaven, you’re my good baby girl! Fucking beautiful and all mine.”
Why is being called his good girl such a turn-on? I’d walk away from anyone who did half the things I beg this man to do.
“I need those lips around my cock, but first, you, my good baby girl, deserve a reward.”
I’m like a little girl at the doctor’s getting a lollipop because I didn’t cry when I was given my shot. Though this isn’t candy, but the god of sex granting my darkest desires.
He extends his hand, pulling me up, and as he does often, he scoops me into his arms, placing me on a bench that hadn’t been in the room last week.
He unzips my jeans, yanking my underwear off in one fluid motion. In his eyes, he and I both know this will be fast, hard, and frantic.
“Maybe I should fuck you, then eat you out?”
The arousal, the wetness, and my hardened nipples make it impossible to answer him with his threat, which isn’t a threat.
The bench is a little below his waist. His hardened cock pops up as he pushes down his pants.
“Shit, baby, I can see you glisten with your juices. You’re ready to take me.” He pulls me down to the end of the bench, slamming into me. “Fuck, you’re so tight.” He pulls me down again, slamming back into me, which pushes me up the table. He continues with the same repetition, grabbing my hips, sliding me down, and back onto his cock. And each time, we harmonize our need for each other in moans and whimpers. I’m close, and every stroke becomes hurried. His eyes are dark with lust as he fills my need to be as close to him as I can.
His last push sets off my orgasm as he comes inside of me. He doesn’t pull out but leans over and bites my nipple. I’ve come to welcome the pain, especially amid an orgasm.
He pulls back, looking at my nipple like he’s created a masterpiece. “Goddamnit, Heaven. I love marking you. All that’s missing is a tattoo that says,property of Luciano De Santos.”
And because he is Luciano De Santos, he could most likely get away with it.
