I can prove to her that she can trust again, and she can sate my desire for complete control.
The moment she agreed and stepped onto that stage to be sold, she was mine.
“I’ve missed you, kitten,” I murmur in a deep voice and even cadence that make her lips part with desire.
“I’ve missed you, Master,” she breathes into the hot air, her breath coming in ragged and need lacing her voice. Her soft voice mirrors her skillful obedience. Obedience she learned from someone else, but it’s mine now.
It’s only been a few hours, but knowing what I had to do, the pressing matters that kept me away, made the hours seem like days and I truly missed her touch.
Her tight walls squeeze my fingers as I shove two in. I have to close my eyes as the divine feel of her begs me to take her in this moment. Instead, I pump my fingers in and out, listening to the wet noises mixed with the sounds of her soft moans. She deserves to be rewarded for waiting like the good girl she is.
Katia bites down on her lip, muffling her cries of pleasure. Her sticky wetness drips down my wrists. She’s obviously missed my touch just as much.
I watch her gorgeous body as she resists the natural instinct to writhe on the large bed as I stroke against her front wall, feeling the fires of desire stoking ever higher.
Sometimes she prefers to be bound, the thick coarse rope holding her to the bed. Sometimes she even enjoys having it tied around herself. The sight of her waiting for me bound and helpless… I won’t lie; I fucking love it.
Never her ankle though. I’ll never wrap anything around her ankle.
The dim light in the room barely reflects the jewels shimmering from her studded ankle bracelet. It hides scars that have yet to fully heal for her. It’s heavy, mimicking the weight of the chain that once pierced into her skin at the bone. It’s her choice to wear it. One day, when I’ve truly given her freedom from her past, she’ll throw it away forever.
She may be a Slave to me, but I’m her Master, and I know what she desperately needs.
Her thighs tremble as her orgasm approaches, but I don’t let up. She knows not to cum yet. Not until I give her permission. I own her pleasure. We both know that.
I slide my fingers in and out of her and watch as the lust on her face changes. The thrusts of my wrist make her body jolt slightly and her legs are shaking with need for her release, but other than that, she’s still.
I could do whatever I want to her right now. Not because I’m stronger, not because of a contract. But because she wants me to. No. Because she needs me to do whatever it is I want to do to her in this very moment.
“Why do you need me?” I ask her. I know she’s meant for me. I knew the second I saw her that she needed me just as much as I needed her.
“Master,” she whimpers, her head slightly turning to the side with the need to thrash as I continue the ruthless motions.
Even with the heavy, jeweled metal covering the scars over her ankle, she hasn’t realized. She has no idea why she needs me.
I grab her throat with my left hand, halting my movements. I put heavy pressure on her rough, sensitive G-spot with both fingers inside her. She’s close and she needs this release, but I need to hear her say it.
“Why call me a Master, Katia?” My voice is harsh as I withdraw my hand from her welcoming heat and rip the blindfold off of her. I’m careful to make sure I don’t catch her hair, but she doesn’t know that. She has no idea how careful I am around her.
She doesn’t answer, fear flashing in her pale blue eyes. Her breath hitches.
She wants to please me, but she can’t answer me. Because she doesn’t know the answer.
“Because you are my Master,.” she says with faux confidence.
I lean forward, tightening my grip on her throat and whispering into her ear, “Why?” My breath tickles the sensitive skin of her neck, creating a shiver down her shoulders.
Her shoulders rise and fall with deep breaths as her eyes stay focused on mine. “Because you bought me,” she answers in a soft voice, and even as she speaks the words she knows it’s not what I was looking for. I can see the disappointment in her eyes.
My lips press against her forehead, reflecting the pain I feel from her answer. “No, kitten,” I reply. That has nothing to do with it. Her safety is guaranteed with me. Her worries are nonexistent because I take the burden. She doesn’t understand that, because to her, the word Master meant something much different. It was about control. And I have that, yes. But this is so much more than that.
I step back, leaving the cool air to replace my warmth as I unbuckle my belt.
I’ll show her why I deserve the title. The thick leather sings in the air as I pull it through the belt loops.
She’ll learn. And then she’ll truly be mine.
“Get on your knees, kitten.”
Chapter 1
Isaac
The rough pad of my thumb brushes against my bottom lip, my elbow resting on the desk as I stare at the monitor in front of me. There are twenty on this side of the room, and another twenty behind me. The screens flip between cameras, and I take it all in effortlessly. I’m not usually in this room though. I actually prefer being on the floor, but I’m the boss and right now this is where I’m needed.
Shifting in the large desk chair, I let out an easy sigh from the tiresome day.
Club X needs extensive security and constant monitoring.
The members, both male and female Dominants, go through extensive training before being allowed to engage in any activity, but accidents are bound to happen. And sometimes they aren’t accidents, no matter how strict our acceptance policies are. It’s been quite a while since we’ve had any issues that required serious attention. But a lot of these members are new to the scene, and with inexperience comes errors.
Errors like Submissives who forget to safe word, and Dominants who don’t recognize the signs that their partner isn’t alright. They get caught up in the moment, and trust that their Submissive will safe word.
Ninety percent of the time when we intervene it’s for those reasons--miscommunication and misguided trust.
I fucking hate safe words for that very reason. A good Dominant should know when enough is enough. But a lot of the people here are new; they’re still learning, pushing each other’s limits. More than half of the relationships are new or knowingly temporary.
Mistakes are inevitable. Still, it's my job to make sure they happen as infrequently as possible.
Security lines each doorway in the club, and I personally trained all of them. Protecting the members is number one on our priority list and for that reason, privacy is an illusion at Club X.
By that I mean there’s a reason these men and women play here. The atmosphere that’s created is intoxicating and alluring, but it’s more than that, they’re safe here. Whether or not a Sub or Slave trusts their Dom or Master, we’re here to ensure they’ll be okay. We provide a sense of safety that’s needed for many of these women to let their guard down and completely immerse themselves in the lifestyle.
When a couple exits the club, there must truly be trust between them… except for the auctions. Those are a different beast entirely.
A chill washes through me in a slow wave at the thought of the auction. It’s rare that the buyer and buyee don’t know one another intimately already. But on occasion, it happens. Just like it happened last week with Lucian and his new Submissive. The reminder heats my blood.