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As the new sub lowered her body in an attempt to bring more fiction to her needy pussy, he hugged her tighter from behind, nipping at her ear before pointing out, “Over there… see the face of ecstasy on a Dom’s face as his sub chokes on his cock. And what about that submissive being fucked over the arm of the couch behind them.”
He gave her time to take in the sounds, sights, and smells permeating every nook and cranny of Chicago’s dirtiest sex club but when she remained silent for long minutes, he finally added, “The longer you dabble in the lifestyle, the more you’ll see that pain and pleasure are just opposite sides of the same coin. The Punishment Pit would have gone out of business a long time ago without pleasure.”
To prove his point, Brock laid his palm flat against her jiggly tummy before pressing lower, slipping his hand into her lacy panties to cup her sex.
“Christ, you’re sopping wet,” he observed as he lightly brushed his fingers through her folds, lightly brushing her clit. Had he not been holding her tight, she would have bucked out of his arms. He loved how Marley had grabbed onto his bare forearm at her waist, digging her nails into his skin even as she started humping up and down on his hand.
When her head fell back to his shoulder, he could see she’d closed her eyes, giving him the opportunity to study her beauty up close and personal.
She couldn’t be more than twenty-five. At least ten years his junior. An adorable line of light freckles dotted the bridge of her nose before spilling onto her rosy cheeks.
Gorgeous.
It would be so easy to finger fuck her to climax… but where would the fun be in that?
He had a better idea.
Brock grinned through the long line of expletives she spewed the second he removed his hand from her needy pussy. “No! You can’t stop yet… “
She’d played into his trap perfectly.
Pulling her hair until she was once again facing him, their faces just inches apart, Brock broke the news to her of what was coming next.
“You forgot to say Sir again…” He didn’t even try to hide his grin. “I’ll be collecting your bra and panties now young lady… that is unless you’ve decided to safe word before we even get started.”
CHAPTER3
MARLEY
Red.
It was on the tip of her tongue. She didn’t even like being naked in the women’s locker room at the gym. The thought of exposing her bare breasts and pussy to the entire clientele of The Punishment Pit was enough to make her feel light headed.
Don’t panic. She’d been trying to get inside to explore the lifestyle in the relative safety of the club for months. Now that she’d made it inside, she couldn’t chicken out now.
Her Dom for the night had been more than patient with her already and she knew she was fortunate that way. In her limited experience, she’d seen that most Doms at The Pit were over-the-top strict.
Moving in slow motion, Marley reached back to unhook her black bra, daring to sneak a peek at the chiseled jaw of her temporary Dom. The salt and pepper scruff matched the highlights in his dropped, dark hair. Another reason to feel fortunate. He was not only patient, but over-the-top handsome.
“No stalling,” he chastised as she held the fabric of her bra against her breasts, unwilling to drop the thin layer of protection.
His swat to her ass brought a hiss from her lips even as she let her hands drop to expose her D cup breasts to anyone looking in their direction.
She’d been so sure there would only be pain in a spanking — and to be fair, she knew the small swats to her ass were a far cry from a true punishment — but still, she loved the warm tingle spreading across her butt where her Dom had cracked his palm several times now.
Those same calloused hands now squeezed her boobs, hugging her from behind. “Pure perfection…” her Dom said as he playfully massaged her flesh, taking the time to pinch her already protruding nipples.
A zing of pleasure pulsed through Marley, washing away another layer of her anxiety and leaving only excitement in its wake. In the past, Stuart had been so fixated on punishing her when they’d arrive at the club that she’d never been able to even get past her initial fears before safe wording and retreating.
Her Dom’s fingers hooked her panties at her hips just before he started pushing the fabric toward the floor. They may have just met, but he had already done more to put her at ease than all her previous visits to the club with her ex combined. He wasn’t barking orders or threatening over-the-top punishments for non-existent transgressions. He was merely taking charge, something she was grateful for.
The club lights flickered just as the volume of the music got softer, allowing the announcement that the main show was about to begin to be heard. Within seconds the couples milling around near the bar started to migrate, finding open seats on the main floor of the club.
Marley’s pulse quickened with excitement at the thought of witnessing another show at The Punishment Pit. While the idea of being on the stage was unbearable, she couldn’t deny the level of need gnawing at her at the thought of witnessing someone else’s pain. It was the textbook definition of a sadist.
Hot spotlights pointed center stage as the heavy two-story red curtains opened, exposing a medieval-style torture chamber to the spectators. Her own gasp of surprise mingled with those from several of her fellow submissives as they collectively sighed with relief that they weren’t the one strung up naked to the whipping post center stage.
“Breathe.”
