for it, girl.” And as if to make sure I do have the most intense orgasm he can deliver, he places his middle finger firmly across my clit and flicks it sharply from side to side. My climax rips through me, filling my body with a shuddering, pulsating whirlpool of sensation. I grasp the duvet in my fist and hang on as he continues to fuck me hard, relentless. His body is slamming into mine, my still sore bottom absorbing yet more punishment. But I’m loving it now as the waves of pleasure roll through me, and out through my fingertips. The sweet sting of his continuing assault on my buttocks adds to and enhances the sensation. I wonder, idly, as the warmth of his semen fills the condom, if it might just be possible to die from pleasure.
Maybe, but not on this occasion. Not quite.
At last we’re both still, lying exhausted on the bed. Nick pulls me into his arms.
“Welcome back, little sub.” He murmurs the words softly against my hair.
I drop a kiss onto his chest. It’s all the reply needed for now.
* * * *
Later, over dinner, Nick looks at me casually as he chews his steak. He’s enjoying his with thick-cut chips and salad, while I just settled for the salad. Still, it’s good. He may not understand the rudiments of egg boiling—though we are working on that—but he certainly knows his way around a griddle.
“So, fancy a trip out with me tomorrow?”
The suggestion takes me by surprise. I glance up, interested.
“I need to go to Manchester. I mentioned I’m buying a club there, didn’t I?” I nod obligingly. “Right. Well, I need to go down there and sign the papers. I intend to look the place over at the same time, and I wouldn’t mind having your view as well. You may spot issues I’d miss, from the sub’s perspective, I mean. So, you up for that?”
Wow! Am I? I’m just so delighted that he seems to want to actually include me in his life, and not just in his dungeon or his bed. Whilst I’m no expert on running fetish clubs, I know how I think they should function from a sub’s point of view at least. Privately I take the view that how a club looks after the submissives who use it is the make or break factor. Doms are not so vulnerable, but subs can get hurt if people act like idiots or the supervision is sloppy. The Collar is my sort of club—that’s why I joined, and why I was so keen not to get thrown out.
I sign my reply, “Yes. I’d love to come.”
Nick just grins wickedly. “Yeah, babe, I know that. But what about tomorrow?”
Chapter Five
We set off after lunch in my car as Nick’s bike is still parked under my apartment. I doubt I could have ridden safely anyway. By unspoken consent, he drives. Our first stop is to be a solicitor’s office in Manchester city centre, then we’ll be dropping in at the club. The lawyers know we’re coming to their offices but I gather we’ll be arriving unannounced at the club. Clearly Nick appreciates the value of spot checks, and I suspect a lot of jobs are suddenly on the line.
We arrive at the solicitor’s offices and Nick parks in a space designated for visitors. Courteous as always, he comes around to open my car door for me, then laces his fingers through mine as we make our way across the acres of thickly carpeted foyer.
“What do you know about this club? And what if you decide you don’t like it after you’ve signed the papers?” I sign my questions as we wait in the solicitor’s reception area while the immaculately turned out front of house staff announce our presence. Well, Nick’s.
“I’ve checked the books carefully enough, and that’s the main thing. It turns a decent profit but I think I can improve on the figures. The location’s superb, right in the city centre. It needs some renovations to the building and maybe some new equipment. We need to keep these Mancunian subs on their toes—literally.”
That sounds ominous. I cast him a wary glance. “Do you have anything specific in
Maybe, but not on this occasion. Not quite.
At last we’re both still, lying exhausted on the bed. Nick pulls me into his arms.
“Welcome back, little sub.” He murmurs the words softly against my hair.
I drop a kiss onto his chest. It’s all the reply needed for now.
* * * *
Later, over dinner, Nick looks at me casually as he chews his steak. He’s enjoying his with thick-cut chips and salad, while I just settled for the salad. Still, it’s good. He may not understand the rudiments of egg boiling—though we are working on that—but he certainly knows his way around a griddle.
“So, fancy a trip out with me tomorrow?”
The suggestion takes me by surprise. I glance up, interested.
“I need to go to Manchester. I mentioned I’m buying a club there, didn’t I?” I nod obligingly. “Right. Well, I need to go down there and sign the papers. I intend to look the place over at the same time, and I wouldn’t mind having your view as well. You may spot issues I’d miss, from the sub’s perspective, I mean. So, you up for that?”
Wow! Am I? I’m just so delighted that he seems to want to actually include me in his life, and not just in his dungeon or his bed. Whilst I’m no expert on running fetish clubs, I know how I think they should function from a sub’s point of view at least. Privately I take the view that how a club looks after the submissives who use it is the make or break factor. Doms are not so vulnerable, but subs can get hurt if people act like idiots or the supervision is sloppy. The Collar is my sort of club—that’s why I joined, and why I was so keen not to get thrown out.
I sign my reply, “Yes. I’d love to come.”
Nick just grins wickedly. “Yeah, babe, I know that. But what about tomorrow?”
Chapter Five
We set off after lunch in my car as Nick’s bike is still parked under my apartment. I doubt I could have ridden safely anyway. By unspoken consent, he drives. Our first stop is to be a solicitor’s office in Manchester city centre, then we’ll be dropping in at the club. The lawyers know we’re coming to their offices but I gather we’ll be arriving unannounced at the club. Clearly Nick appreciates the value of spot checks, and I suspect a lot of jobs are suddenly on the line.
We arrive at the solicitor’s offices and Nick parks in a space designated for visitors. Courteous as always, he comes around to open my car door for me, then laces his fingers through mine as we make our way across the acres of thickly carpeted foyer.
“What do you know about this club? And what if you decide you don’t like it after you’ve signed the papers?” I sign my questions as we wait in the solicitor’s reception area while the immaculately turned out front of house staff announce our presence. Well, Nick’s.
“I’ve checked the books carefully enough, and that’s the main thing. It turns a decent profit but I think I can improve on the figures. The location’s superb, right in the city centre. It needs some renovations to the building and maybe some new equipment. We need to keep these Mancunian subs on their toes—literally.”
That sounds ominous. I cast him a wary glance. “Do you have anything specific in
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