It was a Thursday night and they'd only brought her to the club once. She dressed in a black lace silky confection that hugged her curves and ended slightly above her ass cheeks, which remained uncovered due to her black thong. A black robe covered her decently until they walked into the club and she handed it to a short, heavyset woman at the front desk dressed in leather and chains. The club wasn't as refined as Damian's exclusive domain, but the people were friendly and welcomed her. Matt slipped a temporary collar on her neck so there was no doubt that she belonged to them. Stephon wore black jeans and an untucked white shirt open halfway down his chest. Matt was in a leather vest showing the ink on his chest and arms. He wore blue jeans that hugged his ass and thighs.Stephon's appointment was with a two-hundred and fifty pound Native American man named Master Joseph. He didn't wear a shirt; his overly defined muscles rippled with every movement he made. Jewel hadn't met him the
PART SIXI looked up from my computer screen when Danny walked through the office door."Ms. Winters, there's someone here to see you who doesn't have an appointment." It was obvious he spoke for the benefit of the person waiting to see me. Danny then closed the door behind him, which was as surprising as the clipped, "Ms. Winters," when he normally called me Machala. I watched my assistant closely. "Do you have any intention of informing me who it is?"He gritted his teeth and said, "Mr. Luke Isaak."What the hell? I did everything I could to keep the shock from my face, but, as usual, Danny saw through it."I'd be happy to show him out, or call security, or kick his ass. Your call, Machala." The gleam in his eyes was pure evil.It almost had me laughing. Danny was five eight and weighed about one-forty. He had as much chance of kicking Luke's ass as I did. More than anything, I wanted to bury my head in my arms and refuse to see him. It had been six months since our final goo
It hadn't gone well.No fucking joke.I couldn't get out of the building quickly enough.The car pulled away and I was thankful I wasn't driving. She looked so fucking good. Good enough to eat, and I swear I smelled her pussy when I walked into the office. I hadn't wanted to admit how much I'd missed her scent, the musky aroma that was all her-subtle herb, light vanilla, and something I couldn't place. Her pussy. Fuck, I was crazy.I could almost taste it on my lips. Yes, I missed her taste too. If I was completely honest, I missed everything about her. That's why I let her go. I was the worst sort of sadist. Cruel; finding enjoyment in humiliation and pain. And never had I enjoyed it as much as I did with the woman I just left trembling in her office. She relished it too. It was her hidden mental struggle I couldn't fix, and maybe it was my own insecurities as a man that made it impossible for me to open the steel door she slammed in my face. It hurt because Machala taught me to f
Present day...My entire body trembled and Luke had noticed. Since the day I met him, little escaped his attention. So shook up by what just happened, I was unaware that Danny entered the room until he spoke."Are you okay, Machala?"He was my best friend and I owed him honesty. "No, Danny, I don't think I'm okay."His arms came around my shoulders, offering comfort as they always had. He didn't understand my sexual preferences, but he didn't judge them either. His girlfriend was a little bit of a thing and he treated her like a precious jewel. I didn't believe there was a man out there who could fulfill my craving for pain on one hand and treat me as Danny did Becky on the other.I managed to hold back tears, which made me realize things were slightly better than they were the first few months post-Luke Isaak. I gently shifted out of Danny's arms. "He asked me for a date.""And you told him no?" There was a touch of censure in Danny's words, but it didn't bother me because he'd
I was in the middle of a bitch beater when the shrill sound of my cell phone weaseled through the pounding of drums. I should have turned it down or off. I ignored it and continued. The wood in my hands rolled through my fingers. I flipped with my left playing backstick. Sweat rolled from my hairline down my face and dripped down my torso. This wasn't music-it was rage and drums were the only way, at the moment, that I could process the burn and clear it from my system.The phone stopped its noise for a few moments then started ringing again.Fuck.I rotated on my stool and picked up my cell after I saw the name on the caller ID."You owe me," said the familiar voice.A burst of laughter escaped. "A million times over. So what's new, Damian?"***An hour later, I was on the road with damp, just-washed hair, my toy bag in the trunk, and my heart thumping a heavier beat than my drum kit had earlier. Damian promised he would persuade Machala to accept a strange man coming to her ho
I had no time to think about strangling Damian. I always knew I was physically as well as mentally weak though I was good at hiding it. Luke took my arm and steered me to the couch. From the corner of my eyes, I saw him scoop up his bag. I knew I would be reacquainted with each and every tool he brought, and my pulse accelerated."Bend over the couch. We're getting this part of your punishment over with first and then we'll start the real fun. Hands on the back of your head."I did as he said, most of my fight gone.His voice went lower with authority, "Legs wider." I stepped out another six inches. In that same make-me-wet tone, he continued, "I have a pattern in mind. I won't be stopping until it's complete."Fuck. I would rather there be a number. But... he knew that. If he stuck to my ass and legs, I was getting out of this easier than usual. A small part of me was disappointed. Extreme pain might give me the solid night's sleep that I needed so desperately. Also an orgasm, whi
Nine months ago...In the car ride to Winters' Publishing, Luke had explained his kinks in explicit detail. I was uncomfortable because his driver heard every word. Luke was dropping me at my office. Our arrangement would begin on Friday which was half a week away. I didn't know if I'd last. I crossed my legs. His eyes took on a gleam that showed he liked making me squirm. Without a qualm, he asked about my limits.No illegal acts or marks on my arms, lower legs, or face. I wasn't into feces or gold shower play. Animals were encompassed under the illegal acts, but I made it clear. He didn't bat an eye, just listened intently. Maybe too intently. I was well aware his dick was rock hard. I fought the need to unzip his pants and suck it to relieve some of his discomfort. A delectable small tear in his jeans to the side of his cock had me licking my lips. I shook my head. Keeping my mind clear when I was around him wouldn't be easy. Other than my hard limits, Luke required complete com
At eleven forty-five, I waited at the front door. An hour later, I stood and stretched my legs and went to the kitchen for a glass of water. The anticipation of his arrival was worse than the aches to my muscles, and I found myself getting angry. This wasn't a good predicament for a submissive on the first night, and I had my limits. A large, bronze, western wall clock hung directly in my line of sight. I returned to my kneeling position and at ten minutes after one, I heard a vehicle. After several deep breaths, I had myself under control and fell into my quazi-submissive headspace, not that it helped much. All I could think about was him fucking me after the pain. A first for me. The thrilling anticipation of pain was usually where my mind was at this close to a scene. Why was he different?I looked down when the door opened. I could see only faded jeans and untied athletic shoes as Luke stepped just inside the entryway and stood there for several minutes. He finally closed the door