become erect in a warm room, and your
pussy gets wet enough on the outside to dampen my hand, is that a sign of arousal?”
She
flushed at just the thought of his hand…there. Damned lawyer. She crossed her arms over her chest. If her nipples had peaked, she so didn't want to know. “No.”
“ MacKensie , I should warn you that lying is punished.”
The
thought of being spanked again sent a tiny shiver through her.
The corner
of his mouth turned up for a second before his eyes chilled. “Now give me the
truth.”
“Yes, all
right. Wet means aroused, okay?”
“And if
you're aroused, then, as your Dom, I will determine
how sexual in nature our play becomes. If you become unaroused ,
I stop. Have we an agreement?”
“I'd
rather leave it with no sex at all.”
“I'm not
comfortable with those limitations,” he said softly. “As your Dom, I give you
what you need, not necessarily what you want.”
* * * * *
Alex kept
his hand on his sub's bare arm as they entered Chains. Because of Lynn and
Bob's party, the private BDSM club was busier than normal, with every station
in use. Whips snapped and floggers splatted ,
accompanied by moans and screams and whimpers. Most of the rising and falling
hum of conversations came from the crowded bar area. The music of Nine Inch
Nails' “Meet Your Master” blasted down from the dance floor upstairs, where
people lined the rails, watching the scenes downstairs. Upstairs on the left,
the quieter safe-lounge area held more people.
“Kink is a
popular sport these days, isn't it?” MacKensie murmured, looking around with wide eyes.
“It is.”
Grasping her arms, he held her out in front of him, taking a second to
appreciate the view. The dark leather bustier not only matched her eyes but
also emphasized her tiny waist and pushed her breasts up in a way that tempted
fingers to explore. The bloodred latex skirt
stretched over her firm, round ass, stopping just below her cheeks. He'd considered
letting her wear heels but decided she needed a constant reminder of her
submission, so she was both bare legged and barefoot.
His decree
of no underwear had received a horrified look, then a stubborn one, and finally
compliance. Very reluctant compliance. This would be
an interesting night with her denial of her submissive nature and his need to
dominate.
“Why are
you staring at me?” she asked, scowling at him.
Definitely
interesting. He tightened his grip to remind her of his
strength and ability to hold her in place all night if needed. “ MacKensie , do you recall our agreement?”
Her eyes
dropped.
“That's
better.” He'd held off on swamping her with all the protocols, but this would
be a good time for some more. “Now some rules: In a club or anytime we're in
Dom/sub roles, you stay silent unless spoken to. You address any Dom as 'Sir'
and any Domme as 'Ma'am.' If you need to ask for
something, you say, 'Sir, may I have permission to speak, Sir?'”
“You have
got to be kidding. That's—” She halted at his frown.
“Making a
mistake can and will get you disciplined, little cat.” At his words, a tremor
rippled through her. Punishment,
discipline , and spanking were
trigger words for her, and the haunted look in her eyes indicated an emotional
response rather than an erotic one. Another area to explore. Soon.
He
continued. “I prefer that you keep your eyes on me; I like to see what's in
them.” He ran his hands up and down her arms, feeling the soft, soft skin and
the toned muscles hidden beneath a woman's gentle padding. “Keep your eyes down
with other dominants. Some take offense at a sub meeting their gaze.”
Her hands
tightened into fists. But even in the dim light of the room, he could see a
slight flush of excitement appear on her cheekbones. He eyed the bustier that
hid her nipples. Maybe he should have forced her to wear only a skirt. Then
again, the leather laces could be easily undone. “Is there any part of this
that you don't
pussy gets wet enough on the outside to dampen my hand, is that a sign of arousal?”
She
flushed at just the thought of his hand…there. Damned lawyer. She crossed her arms over her chest. If her nipples had peaked, she so didn't want to know. “No.”
“ MacKensie , I should warn you that lying is punished.”
The
thought of being spanked again sent a tiny shiver through her.
The corner
of his mouth turned up for a second before his eyes chilled. “Now give me the
truth.”
“Yes, all
right. Wet means aroused, okay?”
“And if
you're aroused, then, as your Dom, I will determine
how sexual in nature our play becomes. If you become unaroused ,
I stop. Have we an agreement?”
“I'd
rather leave it with no sex at all.”
“I'm not
comfortable with those limitations,” he said softly. “As your Dom, I give you
what you need, not necessarily what you want.”
* * * * *
Alex kept
his hand on his sub's bare arm as they entered Chains. Because of Lynn and
Bob's party, the private BDSM club was busier than normal, with every station
in use. Whips snapped and floggers splatted ,
accompanied by moans and screams and whimpers. Most of the rising and falling
hum of conversations came from the crowded bar area. The music of Nine Inch
Nails' “Meet Your Master” blasted down from the dance floor upstairs, where
people lined the rails, watching the scenes downstairs. Upstairs on the left,
the quieter safe-lounge area held more people.
“Kink is a
popular sport these days, isn't it?” MacKensie murmured, looking around with wide eyes.
“It is.”
Grasping her arms, he held her out in front of him, taking a second to
appreciate the view. The dark leather bustier not only matched her eyes but
also emphasized her tiny waist and pushed her breasts up in a way that tempted
fingers to explore. The bloodred latex skirt
stretched over her firm, round ass, stopping just below her cheeks. He'd considered
letting her wear heels but decided she needed a constant reminder of her
submission, so she was both bare legged and barefoot.
His decree
of no underwear had received a horrified look, then a stubborn one, and finally
compliance. Very reluctant compliance. This would be
an interesting night with her denial of her submissive nature and his need to
dominate.
“Why are
you staring at me?” she asked, scowling at him.
Definitely
interesting. He tightened his grip to remind her of his
strength and ability to hold her in place all night if needed. “ MacKensie , do you recall our agreement?”
Her eyes
dropped.
“That's
better.” He'd held off on swamping her with all the protocols, but this would
be a good time for some more. “Now some rules: In a club or anytime we're in
Dom/sub roles, you stay silent unless spoken to. You address any Dom as 'Sir'
and any Domme as 'Ma'am.' If you need to ask for
something, you say, 'Sir, may I have permission to speak, Sir?'”
“You have
got to be kidding. That's—” She halted at his frown.
“Making a
mistake can and will get you disciplined, little cat.” At his words, a tremor
rippled through her. Punishment,
discipline , and spanking were
trigger words for her, and the haunted look in her eyes indicated an emotional
response rather than an erotic one. Another area to explore. Soon.
He
continued. “I prefer that you keep your eyes on me; I like to see what's in
them.” He ran his hands up and down her arms, feeling the soft, soft skin and
the toned muscles hidden beneath a woman's gentle padding. “Keep your eyes down
with other dominants. Some take offense at a sub meeting their gaze.”
Her hands
tightened into fists. But even in the dim light of the room, he could see a
slight flush of excitement appear on her cheekbones. He eyed the bustier that
hid her nipples. Maybe he should have forced her to wear only a skirt. Then
again, the leather laces could be easily undone. “Is there any part of this
that you don't
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