Domi squirmed against him, his chest rubbing against her abused nipples, still imprisoned by the clamps, sending new sparks of pain twisting through her, even as her pussy spasmed with pleasure around his cock. He felt so good inside her, thrusting and pumping, filling her over and over again while she quivered around him.
She moved against him, arching to help his cock slide home as he fucked her up against the wall. The hard surface behind her didn’t matter, neither did the twin sparks of fiery pain on her chest when the chain between the clamps bounced. When he thrust home, grinding his body against her abused pussy and clit, the pain was rapturous.
This was exactly what she had wanted. Needed.
When Mitch lifted his head, she screamed out his name in utter ecstasy, clenching and shuddering around his cock. Groaning, he pressed himself against her, fully inside her, and she felt him begin to throb. Writhing against him, the tips of her nipples abraded by his chest hair, her punished pussy crushed against his groin, Domi let the sensations carry her away.
Mitch whispered her name in her ear, emptying himself as they came together until they were both completely spent.
Chapter Eleven
Mitch
With Domi insensible and cuddly on his lap, Mitch rubbed his cheek against her unruly curls. The aftercare corner in the Dungeon had a few others sitting in it, but they were mostly private with a couch to themselves. For the first time in days, since she’d ended their arrangement, he felt as if he could breathe properly again. It was a relief to have her with him, in his arms. He didn’t want the moment to end.
The worry was still there, of course. Eventually, the moment would have to end. Then what?
Is that when things would start to fall apart?
Probably not yet. Maybe not at all.
Huh. He hadn’t ever expected to feel optimism about a relationship, but then, he hadn’t had Domi in his life before. She was the first person to make him want to try, and it would probably be a little weird if he didn’t feel at least a little optimistic.
There seemed to be an awful lot of successful relationships around Stronghold. Maybe kink was the hidden factor. BDSM definitely required a level of communication and trust he hadn’t seen in the vanilla world. His eyes skimmed over the Dungeon, falling on Walter and Marianne. As far as he knew, they were the oldest members of Stronghold.
He had no idea how old they were, but he’d guess in their seventies, maybe eighties. They never played at the club, but they came to be part of the community and occasionally to watch the scenes. They were happy. So was the couple they were watching scene with the spanking bench, Master Adam and Angel. Fairly new parents, they’d recently started coming back to the club on a semi-regular basis.
Just past them, using one of the St. Andrew’s Crosses, were Master Michael and Ellie, a sadist and masochist like him and Domi. Like Domi, she’d had a reputation for never getting into a relationship—hell, she wouldn’t even accept a club contract or a regular playmate… until Master Michael had come along.
Magic penis, a little voice whispered in his head. It sounded a lot like Sharon’s voice.
Domi shifted in his arms, wincing when her arm brushed over her breasts. Her nipples were back to their normal shape after being brutally crushed by the clamps, though they were still much darker than usual. That little jolt of pain must have been enough to bring her back to herself because she sat up a little, and he could almost feel her becoming more focused.
Crap.
What did he say to her? Did he ask her out on a date now? Did he wait and call her later?
Why was this suddenly so complicated? Thankfully, she kept him from making a total ass of himself by speaking up first.
“Is that Rae with Master Eric?” she asked sleepily.
Turning his head in the direction she was looking, Mitch sighed. Yeah, that was Rae being strapped down over a spanking bench with Master Eric. There was nothing wrong with Master Eric, per se, but he wouldn’t be Mitch’s first choice. Even if Brian wasn’t available for the pairing, he didn’t think Eric was particularly compatible with Rae.
There definitely wasn’t a spark between them. Even from a distance, he could see Eric was going through the scene methodically, paddling her ass with calculated rather than truly interested precision. Again, nothing wrong if that’s what both parties wanted, but Mitch knew Rae tended to need things far more hands-on and cuddlier. Even though things had never become sexual between them when they’d scened during classes, they had been physically affectionate. It was practically a requirement of scening with her.
“Why does she do that?” he asked before he thought about the question. Domi wasn’t the only one flying high after the scene, and his verbal filter wasn’t at its normal level.
Domi didn’t ask what he meant.
“Hey, she wasn’t even the one who wanted to join the club in the first place, she only came for me. I don’t think she expected to like it. It’s hard enough to feel like a feminist when you want to be tied up and spanked, admitting you want someone to take care of you for more than sex stuff…” Domi shrugged. “Plus, she still calls her actual dad ‘Daddy,’ so I think that weirds her out, too.”
“Do you think it would weird her out less if she could call him something else?” They both knew he was talking about Brian.
“Maybe, but I don’t know if she could let someone take care of her, and that seems to be a Daddy Dom thing. She’s pretty independent.”
She wasn’t the only one, though Domi had no problem submitting at the club or in the bedroom.
“So, ah…” Mitch cleared his throat, feeling awkward but determined. “I’d like to take you out sometime soon. Whenever you’re free.”
Domi
Wow, so they were really doing this. He’d said it, but there had still been a small part of her wallowing in disbelief, thinking maybe he would change his mind after the sex. He hadn’t. A rush of happiness swept through her.
“Ana is going to be at her dad’s the next few days. I’ll have her Wednesday through Saturday, then she goes back to her dad’s Sunday morning.” When Mitch blinked, his eyes going a little blank as he tried to figure out the complicated schedule, Domi grinned. “Her stepmom was having really bad morning sickness earlier this week. Normally, we alternate weeks, but she had to come back to stay with me unexpectedly, so next week is going to be a little odd, then we’ll be back to our regularly scheduled program.”
Mitch chuckled, his expression clearing.
“You have a good relationship with her dad?”
“I do. It was an accidental pregnancy from a one-night stand, but he’s made a great co-parent, and his wife is a wonderful stepmom to Ana.” Domi smiled. Even though Julia didn’t like Domi, she was polite about it, and Domi knew things could be so much worse. She felt lucky they all had the relationship they did. Mitch’s body relaxed under hers.
“That’s good. I know having to come to the hospital can bring out the worst in people, but I’ve seen some things…” His voice trailed off, and he shook his head before giving her a wink. “I could tell you stories that would curl your hair.”
Domi laughed. He was such a goof, but at the same time, she was sure he was telling the truth.