“I don’t have one.” I laughed, bouncing off him, doing my own thing in the bridge of the track, my eyes on his.
“Then you and I need to spend some time together outside of here. I’m a man. I should be able to figure it out.”
“You’re also a submissive, Luke.”
“Good point.” He paused and looked down at me with a grin. “Looks like we’re being beckoned.”
I smiled before turning, my back rigid but eyes down as I took Luke’s hand and headed toward the table that had been dubbed Mistress’ since she’d started coming here. Both of us sank to our knees the moment we arrived, our breaths coming in quiet pants from the vigorous dancing.
One gesture from Mistress’ hand and I was on my feet again, waiting for my orders. She patted the table and smiled at me, her eyes flicking to Jared as I did as I was told, sliding my ass onto the table and laying back with my knees up and spread. My dress fell down around my hips, and with no underwear on, I was exposed to the club, once again.
“She makes a beautiful centerpiece, doesn't she?” Mistress cooed, her hand landing on my knee and riding down my leg to my hip. She flipped the hem of my dress up and trailed her finger over my abdomen. “I want to see you in action, Jared. See how well you've learned her body.”
Jared grunted from beside my head but there were no restrictions from Mistress. She wasn't playing a game with him; she was genuinely interested in his progress.
Leaning forward, Jared's lips brushed over my shoulder and I felt my skin prickle and pebble. His hands were warm as they landed on my sternum, his fingers feathering the underside of my breasts making my nipples ache as they tightened.
My heart started a slow, warm trot in my chest as he moved them under the curve and up toward my underarms. I felt my leg twitch as the memories of the past week filled my head. It was never the same thing twice with him. Just when I thought I knew what he was doing, his hand turned and ran up to my neck, the broad expanse between his index finger and thumb pressing just above my collarbone.
Breath play was a hard limit for me. I didn't mess around with it at all, but that's not what he was doing. He knew me well enough that he understood my need for immediate dominance. There was only the smallest amount of pressure there, no hindrance to my breathing at all, yet my chest heaved to drag in air. My skin felt as though there was an electrical pulse dancing under the surface as my body came alive.
Before I knew what I was doing, my eyes slid closed, and my head fell back, exposing more of my neck to him. I would have been completely lost in his touch if it hadn't been for the quiet gasp from Luke by my feet. It brought the world slamming back down around me like a brick wall while Jared's growl of frustration rumbled in his throat.
Without even realizing what I’d been doing, I'd just fully submitted to Jared in front of the entire club, and more importantly, my Mistress.
My body went on lockdown, and Jared's hand disappeared from my flesh in an instant. I could feel the vibrations from the heavy bass music dancing through the laminate of the table like a thousand fingers on my skin, the sudden discomfort making walls of protection slam down around me. My legs came together and my arms crossed over my chest as I shut myself off from the world, the heat I’d had only seconds earlier bleeding away.
“Luke, I don't think I'll be requiring your help this evening,” Mistress snapped, the touch of her hand on my ankle bringing me to a sitting position.
I could see the confusion and remorse in Luke's eyes, but he knew better than to comment and walked away, hitting a run at the middle of the dance floor before disappearing into the crowd. I was too afraid to look at anything other than my feet after that. My heart was hammering out an odd rhythm.
“I'm sorry, Jared. That should never have happened. Please give me a moment to find a replacement with more decorum and we'll head to a room.” She didn't wait for a response. She simply clipped away from the table leaving me laying on the surface in stunned silence.
“What just happened?” Jared asked, his palm rubbing the length of his face.
“Sir?”
“What happened?” he asked again, waving his hand over the table.
“I submitted to you, Sir. I got lost in your touch and it surprised Luke. His gasp broke that bond and...”
And what? Reality set in? How could I tell him that without explaining what all of that meant? Mistress almost always avoided my neck because she understood my proclivity to panic, and here I was, accepting it willingly and begging for more.
“And?”
“Sir, it's not a good idea to interrupt a scene of any kind, let alone one where a submissive has just handed complete control of their body to a Dom.”
“You... That's big, right?”
Fuck! How the hell did I explain without making myself sound like the lust-stricken fool I was?
“It's normally something that happens between a Dom and their owned sub, Sir.”
Jared sat down hard, the thud of his ass hitting the leather seat like a dead weight as I dropped my chin to my chest and tried to find the smallest amount of air to actually breathe. It was a big open space for God’s sake – air should have been in abundance.
“Kit?” he asked, his fingers covering mine that were still flat on the table. I felt the tears prickle my eyes and tried to suck in a breath. I wanted to beg him not to ask the question I knew was coming. It was inevitable.
“Yes, Sir?”
“Did you not—”
“Here we are, a willing submissive who can control herself. Shall we proceed?” Mistress asked, her tone almost too cheerful. Melanie standing beside her looking like the cat who'd gotten the cream as a bemused smile curled her lips. I'd been saved the humiliation of answering his question. I knew I couldn't lie to him, so avoiding it was the next best thing.
I slid from the table, making sure my pose was perfect, and angled toward Mistress Kayla before Jared sighed and rose to his feet.
The four of us headed toward the private rooms and I could see Luke watching me as we disappeared into the long hallway. He mouthed an, ‘I'm sorry’ as I caught his eye and I nodded in acceptance. If anything, I should be thanking him. I had no idea how much further it would have gone without his interruption, and the rigid length of Mistress’ spine told me she was hurting.
The room was like any other in the club. The space was littered with a gathering of equipment, from a St. Andrew’s cross to a spanking bench. The usual excitement at entering the room wasn't there, and from the quiet sigh from Mistress, it was evident she'd felt it, too.
“Would you both excuse Kit and I for a moment?”
Jared nodded and Melanie looked like she'd just won the lottery as she eyed him. Maybe she had. I was sure that the last thing Jared wanted was a clingy sub who'd gone beyond the simple attachment he'd arranged. Losing them both would be no less than I deserved.
Mistress headed down the hall with me close at her heels as she looked for an empty room. She found one three doors down and opened it, ushering me inside and almost walking into me as I froze. The room was outfitted for another hard limit of mine; needle play.
“Okay, out with it,” she ordered, pushing the door closed and leaning against the doctor’s seat. The stirrups had, thankfully, been folded away, making it less intimidating.
“I'm so sorry, Mistress.”
“And what, exactly, are you sorry for, Kit?”
She knew exactly what was bothering me, but forcing me to say it was making me acknowledge it head on.
“I submitted fully to Jared when I belong to you.”
Sighing, she beckoned me toward her and cupped my face with her hands. “Kit, I've always taught you to go with your instincts. You did that because it felt right and it was a part of what I'd asked you to do. Essentially, for three weeks you
are
his submissive. You did nothing wrong other than follow my instructions as perfectly as always.”
“But, Mistress, I'm yours.”
“You don't need to remind me, Pet. I'm proud of what you did out there. Stop beating yourself up about following rules and enjoy the evening.”
Confusion rose up inside of me. She wasn't upset, or at least she was trying her hardest not to show me. I know it had to have bothered her. I'd seen the strut that she'd used as she'd left the table.
“Kitten, that's a request, not an order. But I'd much prefer to see you having a good time.” She pulled me into a hug, her hands trailing down my hair, her steady breathing calming me.
“I love you, Pet.”
“I love you too, Mistress.”
She chortled quietly and slapped my ass hard before turning me around to face the door. “Good, now let's get out of here and show that beautiful boy how to spank properly.”
“Yes, ma'am.”
Jared took his time binding me to the spanking bench. His hands ran over my muscles, heating them just as Mistress had advised, before clipping my cuffs in place and running a finger under the leather to make sure they weren't too tight.
After my talk with Mistress, I had relaxed and found that familiar anticipatory feeling rising in my stomach as I entered the room. I wasn't completely okay; that only happened when I briefly met Jared's eyes and saw the lust and hunger shining back at me.
Jared’s hands traversed the naked expanse of skin that was on display for him where I was bent over the bench. Every follicle tinged under his palm as it passed over in slow sweeps. My ass was high in the air, my hands tugging briefly on the restraints; it was a reminder that I was locked in place. This sensation washed over me and evoked the tightening of my stomach in anticipation.
Jared excelled at this, his tentative touch settling and turning me on at the same time. He took such care in making sure everything was where it should be that Mistress let out a genuine laugh, explaining that he made her look like a novice in comparison.
Melanie was already moaning on her side of the room as Mistress’ hands warmed her up. For a brief, fleeting second, I realized I'd never been jealous of her time with other subs, even while I was kneeling in the corner watching her work. I didn't know whether that was simply because I knew who she went home with at the end of the night, or who wore her cuffs every night. Before my mind could expand further on the issue, however, Jared's hand slid over my ass, gaining my undivided attention.
He was following Mistress Kayla's example, his fingers exploring, sliding down that line that led him to where my arousal was obvious. I tried to stay still as his thick fingers teased my clit slowly and his lazy circles sent little shock waves through my body. I was so lost in the sensation, that when he slid a finger inside me, a moan fell from my lips.
I heard a murmur of encouragement from across the room but my mind was focused solely on that one digit as it eased in and out of me with no hurry. The languid movements made my stomach tighten with excitement, my head falling limply as my hair swung loose around me.
I almost whimpered at the loss of his touch, but my mind reminded me of what was to come, loosening my muscles and keeping my body limber. The first slap of his palm against my ass cheek was a tap, followed by several more, warming up the skin.
I relaxed further, the slight sting a comfort. I almost believed he wasn't going to go any further when his palm came down with an almighty crack, pushing me up onto my toes. The skin flared with heat, a dull fire igniting low below the surface as I forced myself to relax. Three more strikes followed in quick succession, the skin of my ass cheek stung as he rubbed it with his palm and delved between my thighs where two fingers pushed deep.
I let out a strangled moan, my toes pushing higher, my body begging for more as the pleasure contradicted the pain.
Another set followed the first, the intensity raised enough that the white hot burn of my skin ran through my body with every meeting. He moved his palm around, sometimes catching the edge of the area he’d already worked, other times catching virgin flesh and making my breath rush from me. He was clever; he alternated sides but kept a concentrated area, the pain intensifying with each slap. There was no tenderness to be had; even when he paused, he didn't stroke gently over the spot. Instead, he pushed his hips up against me, leaning over my body so I could feel not only his erection, but also every individual fiber on his jeans.
Jared’s hands slid up my spine to my neck, gripping the nape of it as he rocked his hips against me. My gasp obviously made him more aroused; I felt the hardening of his cock against me. The quiet groan from him as one of his hands gripped my hip sent almost painful shivers down my spine.
“Good girl,” he whispered, pulling back slowly, his hand brushing languidly from my hip to down under the curve of my ass.
My eyes rolled at the praise, and my heart took the emotions and made them into liquid, pumping it through my veins to the base of my spine where it pooled in the pit of my stomach. It was liquid courage, and it ensured that every response was perfectly timed and graceful. My hunger for more of his verbal recognition was feeding the new hunger inside of me.
I cried out as he pushed three fingers inside of me, spreading them wide before closing them and pumping gently. My body trembled, needing more, wanting more. Not just for the pleasure, but for the pain, too. I needed and wanted it all.
I had no time to catch my breath when he removed himself, once again. The slap of his palm against my skin almost drowned out everything around me. I was sucked into the flash of torture, tears forming and rolling as I cried out and whimpered. I didn't have words to describe the intensity of the torment that lit up my skin. My hands balled, wrists tugging against the restraints as three more strikes of his hand came, emptying my head of everything but the blistering pain.
I tried to breathe through it as his palm rubbed over my skin, lighting up the throbbing flesh to new levels of agony. It kept it going longer, the heat getting higher with every pass of his hand against my ass. It was a perfect contradiction, and I whimpered at the loss of his touch as he drew it away from my flesh, leaving nothing but the bite of cool air to settle.