Authors: Sam McCarthy
He took my hand in his, turning it over several times and caressing my fingers. He had a look of certainty about him as he spoke. A look that said he didn’t really need to ask the next question, but he was going to ask anyway, probably out of politeness.
“You chased your demons away then?” He rubbed his thumb over my ring finger as he spoke, making me aware that he was paying attention.
“Well, I left him.” I spoke without emotion, “If that’s what you mean?” I looked straight into his eyes. I don’t know whether I was looking for some clue that he was happy, pleased or indifferent after me telling him I had left Adam. But as usual, there was nothing there.
“That’s precisely what I mean.” He touched my face briefly with a tenderness I wasn’t expecting. He moved in close, so close I could feel his breath on my cheek. “And now that you are free, I get to make more demands of you.” He lightly pressed his lips to my cheek, and then stayed in position, taking a breath in and inhaling my scent. “You look incredible tonight. I approve of your choice of outfit.” He sat back in his relaxed manner and watched me.
“It wasn’t my choice.” I told him. “Max helped me.” I glanced downwards again.
“Then he has excellent taste.” He smiled. “Come with me.” He stood and held his hand out to me. I lifted myself slowly into a standing position, but instead of taking the hand he had offered I just moved to follow him.
“Elise.” He spoke sternly and gesticulated again for me to take his hand. I let out the breath I had been holding and placed my hand in his, before letting him lead me out of the lounge. He opened the same door as he had previously, but this time we followed the corridor to the end. He called the lift and we stepped inside. As the lift climbed, the buttons lighting up as it rose...He stood in front of me. Feet slightly apart, his back to me and one hand in his pocket. Without looking back at me he spoke...
“You will do exactly as I tell you Elise. There will be no need for a safe word as I will read your body better than you read yourself. You will trust me.” He turned his head slightly so I could see his profile. His jaw line was masculine and strong, his eyebrows perfectly neat. “Is that understood?”
I nodded before realising that he couldn’t see me. I was breathless, nervous and excited all at once.
“Yes...” I spoke in barely a whisper. “Yes, it’s understood perfectly.”
The corner of his mouth curled a little as he turned to face the lift doors once more. The bastard. He was smiling. He clearly had me right where he wanted me. The doors opened and he moved aside to let me leave the lift first. I stepped out into the hallway. It was much grander than the corridor downstairs. It was like a different building. With polished marble floors and glass walls we had a view into every room that we passed. There was a room with a large Jacuzzi spa and cushions placed all around it. There was another with a large four poster bed. It looked innocent enough but there was no mistaking the shackles attached to each post. I took it all in, amazed at what I saw. This place was huge, and there were rooms everywhere. He placed his hand in the small of my back and we started to walk.
“Why do they all have glass walls?” I asked as we moved.
“These rooms are specifically for couples or groups who don’t want anyone to join in, but don’t mind being watched.” He was so matter of fact in his explanation; it seemed like such a ‘normal’ thing. I suppose in his world it was.
We approached the end of the glass wall and I glanced into the final room. There, placed right in the middle of the floor was a single solitary chair. I stopped in my tracks. There was no way...I wasn’t going in there...My breathing quickened as he turned to me.
“Elise.” He took my hand and kissed it. “Please don’t worry. The floor is closed. Nobody is going to be watching you.” He gently pulled me towards the door and punched in a number on the keypad. The glass door slid open and I allowed him to lead me inside. Once inside he pressed a button on the glass and the door closed quietly behind us. The silence in here was deafening, you could literally hear nothing but the sound of my ragged breathing.
“Trust me.” He said and led me to the chair. I stood there, with the backs of my knees touching the edge of the seat and he moved around me. Like a lion circling his prey he looked me over, reaching out occasionally to slide his fingers up my back, or touch my forearm gently enough to deliver a shock straight through me. He was an expert at creating an atmosphere. Without even trying, he turned me to jelly. His mere presence was enough to set me on edge. I longed for him to touch me properly. I followed him with my eyes as he circled me, silently begging for him to make a move.
He stopped in front of me. His body was close. My nostrils invaded by his scent again. He leaned forward and lifted both of my hands above my head. He moved again leaving me there and placed both of his hands on my backside. He expertly opened the button on my waistband and slid down the zip of my skirt. Using both hands firmly on my hips he slipped the fabric down until it pooled on the floor. He crouched and lifted my feet, one at a time, removing the skirt from the floor as I stepped out of it. He stood again and deftly lifted my blouse over my head. He stepped away briefly to place my clothes out of sight and then he returned and stood a little out of reach. He folded his arms and rubbed his chin whilst staring at me. He looked me up and down so many times I began to feel less comfortable than I was happy with.
“I love the stockings, but I think that the knickers are unnecessary.” He said coolly.
I opened my mouth to object, but on seeing the look that he gave me I changed my mind. I lowered my arms and slipped my knickers down my thighs, stepping out of them when they hit the floor. He smiled and lowered his hand from his chin.
“Much better Elise.” He took a step towards me and I tensed instantly.
“Just relax.” His voice soothed me, and by the time he reached me and took hold of me I was lax in his arms.
He buried his face in the soft valley of my neck and trailed his tongue across my burning skin. His hands pressed against my back pulling me tight into him. I knew his cock was straining against his trousers, I could feel every ridge against my naked groin.
He spun me around and pressed himself into my rear. His hands massaged my breasts and pulled at my nipples until they were firm. I caught my breath in my throat as he leaned into me pushing me forward over the seat of the chair.
He clearly detected my reticence as he shushed me and gently put more pressure on my back until he had me positioned exactly right. He stepped away from me and rubbed his hand over my bottom cheek, giving it a little tap as he did so. He moaned quietly to himself but it the silence of the room I heard it clearly and that spurred me on and gave me the confidence to continue as he wished me to.
He smacked my left cheek, a little harder this time and then rubbed it gently. It didn’t hurt, it just felt warm and as he repeated his actions the warmth spread across my flesh. He waited momentarily to gauge my reaction and I adjusted my stance so that my bottom shifted nearer to him. He smacked harder and rubbed furiously, and although it stung a little I was completely relaxed and at peace with the situation and therefore didn’t really feel any pain. He trailed his hand down the crack of my behind and dipped a finger into the heat of my core. He groaned loudly this time as he felt my muscles contract around his finger. He pulled away and then invaded again, this time pushing two fingers in between my slick folds, glancing over my clitoris and then plunging them deep in to my core. I pressed into him, grinding my hips and riding his hand. He was thrusting now, in and out, sliding his fingers around to my clit occasionally and pressing it for a second or two. My breathing was ragged and I was lost in the moment, completely unaware of my surroundings.
“On your knees Elise.” He growled and I instantly dropped to them leaning over the seat pad and clinging on to the legs of the chair for dear life. I felt a rush of air behind me as he stepped away and I wiggled my rear in anticipation of his return.
“Close your eyes.” His voice was distant, almost as if he wasn’t even in the room with me. I closed them and stilled myself as much as I could, though I could not control the throb from deep inside. I clenched my thighs together and tried to concentrate on stemming my climax. I heard the noise before I sensed him. A whistling sound followed by a loud thwack preceded the pain.
Fuck!
The pain!
I arched my back as his hand smoothed over the sting and a sob caught in my throat. He shushed me again and brought his weapon down rapidly on the other cheek, rubbing instantly to alleviate the burning sting. My bottom raised and my spine curved, I pressed my face into the chair and bit my lip. I could taste blood and I was unsure whether I wanted to continue, I attempted to move but he deftly moved his fingers inside of me, thrusting them back and forth until I was rocking in time with his movements and while I was occupied he hit again. I cried out loud.
“Dominic! NO!” I sagged onto the chair as my orgasm ripped through me, I felt my muscles clench around his fingers, pulsing and throbbing. I heard something land on the floor and felt his hand behind me as he slowed his movements, pushing gently upwards and then slipping out and finding my tiny bud, which was now hard and sensitive to his touch. I gasped as he put a little pressure above it and felt him nudging at my behind.
“Do you still say No Elise?” His voice was ragged and breathy. I did this to him. Me.
“No...I mean I...” I ground myself against him once more, this time causing the head of his erection to brush against my opening.
“Please Dominic...” I begged.
“I thought so...” He said and rammed himself into me. I tightened my hold on the chair leg with one hand and lifted my other arm behind me, catching his hip with my nails I pressed into his flesh pulling him deeper into me. He rubbed my clit as he pounded into me and we moved in perfect rhythm together as one.
I cried out just as he grunted and I felt his warmth spill inside of me as I pulsed around him milking every last drop from him. He slowed down moving his hips in small circles until his orgasm subsided, and he collapsed onto my back, kissing my shoulder blades and caressing every single inch of my damp flesh. I slowed my breathing down to a manageable level and relaxed underneath him. I smiled, totally satiated and reminded myself to thank Max later on.
“Elise...” He mumbled against my skin. “Elise. Are you okay?” I opened my eyes and hummed in response.
He stood slowly and helped me to my feet before rapping his arms around me and pulling me close to him. He placed a kiss on the top of my head.
“You have no idea...” He started to speak.
I looked up onto his eyes; there was a flicker of emotion. Something had touched him. There was a look I hadn’t seen previously.
“About what?” I asked, reaching up to brush my lips against his chin.
He closed his eyes momentarily and let out a sigh.
“It doesn’t matter Elise.” He stroked my cheek with his thumb. “You did well.” He smiled at me and moved away to retrieve my clothes, buckling his belt as he did so. The cold air hit me and I wrapped my arms around myself in a self conscious manner. This he noticed and knelt in front of me, carefully assisting me in putting my clothes back on. When I was dressed, he took both of my hands in mine and smiled.
“You look even more stunning with a flush to your cheeks.” I blushed more which in turn caused him to laugh, a deep throaty chuckle. I was warming to his personality more and more. He could no longer pretend to be as aloof and stand offish as he did. I had seen more of him than he cared to admit, and I was silently pleased about that.
He led me by the hand to the glass wall and pressed the button for the door to open. The soundproofing in the room became even more apparent once we left, and as we headed down the corridor I could hear the muffled sounds of music and chinking glasses downstairs. He called the lift and squeezed my hand tightly as it arrived and the doors slid open in front of us.
We stepped inside and I watched his back intently as he pressed the button for downstairs. His shoulders were broad and muscular and his hair clipped short at the back of his neck leaving his skin exposed. I let my eyes travel down towards his tight buttocks, and I blushed a little as I relived what had just happened upstairs.
“It’s rude to stare Elise.” He said brusquely...but his ears twitched slightly and I knew he was smiling.
“I’m sorry sir.” I replied, my own grin spreading across my face.
The doors opened as we reached our destination and a couple stood aside to let us exit. The woman was dressed in a corset and little else, her mouth made up with heavy red lipstick and a collar gracing her elegant neck. Her companion was an older man, clearly her master and she waited for him to enter the lift before following him, her eyes focused firmly on the floor. I craned my neck to follow them with my eyes and Dominic took my hand yet again and pulled me away.
“Is she...?” I started to ask. It was only natural to be inquisitive about the circumstances that brought these couples together, here, in this place.
“Everyone here is participating with consent Elise. That’s all you need to know.” His eyes darted over my face, as if trying to work out what I was thinking... “We don’t ask questions. Everyone is entitled to their privacy.” He stroked my cheek. “Okay?”
It was a question that didn’t really require an answer. He didn’t need to protect his members from me. I was here for him and him alone.
He opened the door and we were back in the throng of the party. The lights were low, the music at a comfortable volume and the atmosphere friendly. There were not many strangers here, of that I were certain. I spotted Max by the bar and moved to join him. I was stopped my Dominic’s hand on my arm.
I looked at him confused before my mistake became apparent.
“I’m sorry... May I...? He lifted my hand to his mouth and kissed it tenderly.
“Of course.” He nodded with a smile and I moved away from him to join Max at the bar.
“Hey stranger.” He grinned. “Where did you fuck off to?” He stared at me inquisitively. “You have some explaining to do.” He gestured to the barman who swiftly made another cocktail and slid the glass across to me. I picked it up and sipped at it coyly.
“I’m not so sure I can explain it Max.” I said softly.
“Well you certainly had an effect on the boss man.” He said, nodding over my shoulder. I turned to see Dominic staring at me. He was leaning against the wall with one hand in his pocket and his eyes didn’t leave mine. It was mesmerising and I struggled to look away and focus my attention on Max.
“The boss man?” I asked.
“Yep.” Max drained his glass and nodded again at the barman. “He owns this place. You certainly know how to pick ‘em sweetheart.” He winked as he picked up his drink and held it up to me. I chinked my glass against his and smiled.
“And anyway...” I said with a wink... “I have some explaining to do?” I laughed. “What about you?” I teased.
Max let his eyes fall. He was uncomfortable and I suddenly felt bad. I touched his arm and moved in closer. “You don’t have to explain to me Max. I will love you just the same...no matter WHAT you are into.” I smiled at him and he looked into my eyes.
“It’s not something I can share with everyone Elise.” He sighed. “Most people wouldn’t understand.” I squeezed his arm.
“I understand Max. Really I do. You could be into anything and I wouldn’t love you any less. You are my best friend.” I sat up straight. “Anyway...Enough of this. What ARE we drinking?” I lifted my glass to my lips once more.
“Flaming orgasms darling. Highly appropriate I think.” He winked and laughed, and instantly the Max I knew and loved was back in the room. We both laughed loud and then sniggered as practically everyone turned to look at us.
Several cocktails later and feeling rather worse for wear, I inhaled Dominic’s scent as he approached and gently took my elbow in his hand.
“Time to go Elise.” He said quietly.
“But I still have a drink...” I argued, fully aware that my attempts were likely to be fruitless.
“Well I think you have had enough.” He spoke a little firmer this time.
“What about Max?” I asked.
“Max is going to be busy.” He said and increased his grip on my arm. I turned and saw Max being led away by the man he was speaking to earlier. “Now let’s go.” He practically pulled me across the room; manhandling me and being a little too rough for my liking. I struggled the entire way and as he opened the door and spun me around, shoving me through it before following and slamming it behind me, his eyes blazed.
“Don’t you ever fight me like that again Elise!” His voice was eerily calm though his eyes said something completely different and I felt my breath catch in my throat as he glared at me. It wasn’t fear I felt though. Surprisingly, he didn’t frighten me at all and the amount of alcohol consumed made me feel foolishly brazen.
“Well don’t manhandle me like that again then.” I crossed my arms across my body defiantly and stared at him, egging him on.
“Manhandle you?” He ran his hand through his hair and paced the hallway. “Is that what you think I did?” He stopped in front of me.
“That’s exactly what you did! You manhandled me and you tried to tell me what to do.” I dropped my arms to my sides and unknowingly let down my defences. “You treated me like a possession in front of all those people!” My voice was raised now and my bravery at its crux.
He stood quite still and didn’t say a word. I relaxed against the wall while I thought of my next move, but I was too late. He had my arms up within a split second, held tightly by the wrists with just one of his hands. His chest was pressed up against mine and he backed me into the wall so hard that I thought my ribs might break. I held my breath and tensed my shoulders as he leaned in, resting his forehead against mine. His other hand smoothed its way up my body till he rested it on my breast.
“That is EXACTLY what you are Elise.” He crashed his lips against mine, nipping at me with his teeth and drawing blood. I gasped as my body sagged against him. “And what’s more...You like it.” He softened his kiss, caressing my bloody lip with his tongue. I responded eagerly, excited by his masculine display. I should be running for the hills right now. All of my senses were screaming at me to get the fuck away from him, yet the one sense I listened to, was the one that was burning me between the thighs. My desire for him was like nothing I had ever imagined, let alone experienced, and he was right. I DID like it. In fact I loved being his possession, being owned by him.
He paused and spoke softly now...
“Tell me...” He stroked my cheek with the pad of his thumb. “Tell me you like it.”
I looked into his eyes and made a little coughing sound at the back of my throat in an effort to find my voice.
“I do like it...I like you...I like how you make me feel.” I waited for him to kiss me some more but he stepped away from me taking my hand in his.
“Good.” He said. All the gentleness was gone again from his voice, and I got the impression that I would never completely know the real him.
I let him lead me once again through the corridors. As we reached a heavy door he turned to me.
“Close your eyes Elise.” He rested his hand on the door knob waiting for me to follow his instructions.
“What? No blindfold?” I questioned him, my eyes still open.
“Let’s treat this as a test.” He said with a small smirk. “Now...Do I have to tell you again?”
“No.” I replied and promptly closed my eyes.
He tightened his hold on my hand and opened the door, letting the cool night air from outside rush in to greet us. I followed his lead and heard him open a car door. He gently pushed my head downwards so that I was in a position to slide into the car. He leaned over me and buckled my seatbelt, his fingers grazing my breast as he did so.
“Keep them closed...I will let you know when you can open them.”
The car door closed and a few seconds of silence passed. I wanted to open my eyes, just to take a little peek, but my desire for whatever Dominic was offering me was far greater than the desire to see where I was, so I kept them tightly shut.
I heard him open the door and slide in to the seat next to me... The engine roared into life and the car started to move. There was no driver...only us...I was aware of his arm next to me, changing gears... and the purr of the engine was different to the car we normally travelled in. This was his car, and it was a sporty one I was certain.
I felt myself relaxing into the leather seat and slowly drifted off, only to be awoken what seemed like seconds later by a gentle shake of my shoulder.
“Elise.” His voice was tender and I opened my eyes slowly to look at him. He had turned himself in the driver’s seat to face me and lay his arm across the head rest behind me. His hand was resting on my shoulder as he watched me.
“Hey.” I smiled as I looked over his face. His skin was flawless and due to the time of night his stubble was just appearing.
“Time to go home Elise.” He said.
I turned to glance out of the window and realised that he had parked right outside Max’ house. I was dismayed. I had thought that he would take me home to his place. I couldn’t hide my disappointment.
“Oh.” I said under my breath, though there was no way he would have missed it. “I thought we...”
“What?” He replied looking straight into my eyes... “What did you think?”
I moved to get out of the car.
“Nothing...I...” He grabbed my wrist firmly, not enough to hurt but enough to stop my escape.
“Tell me.” He said.
I sighed. “I thought you would take me to your place.” I looked at him waiting for his response. Instead he let go of my wrist and turned to stare through the windscreen. He gripped the steering wheel with both hands and simply said...
“I will see you tomorrow.”
Exasperated, and feeling more than confused, I climbed out of the car and slammed the door closed behind me. I didn’t look back as I headed for the house, stopping to retrieve the spare key from under the shell by the steps. I entered the house and slammed that door too. Once I was safely inside, I leaned against the wall and exhaled. I hadn’t realised until that moment that I had been holding my breath.
I opened my mouth and screamed out loud. The frustration of not knowing where I stood was beginning to get me down.
I headed into the lounge where I kicked off my shoes and curled up in a ball on the sofa. Tugged one of the large velvet throws off the arm and covered myself in it. Warm and comfortable, and a little worse for wear, I slept.