I had successfully been hiding from him for the last week. Like most nights I was sleeping in Trev's bed because, despite my anger, I missed him terribly. Also, because my stupid father never thought to look for me in there, but it was not my father that found me; it was one of his buddies that was just as drunk as he was. I remember waking up as soon as the door opened and hid under the covers as his voice came to me from the dark."Hey, purdy lady. How's about you come out from under that cover, and we'll talk. Yer daddy's downstairs passed out drunk and I'm getting bored," he said as he sat on the edge of the bed.He smelled of urine, vomit, and whiskey and I had to try hard not to throw up as his stench seemed to surround me. I gripped the blanket tighter and tried to sink into the bed hoping that if I did not make any noise, he might leave me alone and I would be safe. Instead, he ripped the blanket off me with a triumphant laugh."Oh, you are purdy. Why don't you come sit on my l
I was in a panic as Reed, the owner of the club, came out and carried her gently through the club into a room in the back. They sent me into a kitchen through the back so I wouldn't stay out in the club with everyone else because you weren't allowed in until you signed the confidentiality agreement. I did not care. I was glad that I wasn't out there with all those people. I wanted to drown in my own self-pity.I sat at the small table, my head lying on my arms and trying hard to stem the tears rolling out of my eyes. I hated to cry. I had been taught young that crying would never get me anything. The anxiety of not knowing how Mia was and the frustration of my own guilt had the tears rolling at a steady pace.I felt a hand on my shoulder, and I spun around quickly thinking it was the owner with news about Mia. The owner of the hand jumped out of the way just in time as my elbow passed within an inch of his stomach."Holy shit!" he shouted."Oh my God!" I cried as I stood up. "I'm so so
I pinched the bridge of my nose trying to figure a way out of this so I could find out how Mia was doing and get the hell outta this place."Look, I really appreciate your-" I waved my hands at his body, "manliness."Even in the white T-shirt and faded torn jeans, his manliness was very evident. I felt another shiver try to crawl its way down my back. He raised an eyebrow at me and ignoring him and the shiver, I continued."I really was not coming here to submit to a man. I was actually coming here to ah-" I broke off realizing I had nothing else coming to me.I bit my lip trying hard to come up with a believable reason to be in this exclusive club that apparently was all about bondage. I had tried bondage once and it had turned out terrible, giving a man two black eyes was not exactly my idea of a good time. I winced inwardly at that thought and what a completely unexpected turn of events this was. I was going to have a long chat with Bethany when I saw her, the tricky wench. She had
His mouth parted and gripped my bottom lip between his teeth, nibbling on it gently. It grew swollen and raw, but he soothed that feeling away with a swipe of his tongue. I opened my mouth and practically begged him to take advantage of the opportunity. He was a smart man. I could tell because he did so without hesitation. His tongue swooped in almost as aggressively as the rest of him had. Rubbing and dueling with my tongue making my already hyper-aware body restless and needy. My nipples hardened into peaks, and I knew if my hands were free then I would tear off the constricting corset. Just so I could beg his hands or his mouth to touch them and relieve the ache that had started to build. I felt my self-control slipping as I was being swept away by the desire that he was stirring up in me. As if sensing my imminent surrender, he pulled away slowly."You are submissive, baby girl. You just need to find the right Master to top you," he said with an odd look.You would have thought he
This time I had genuinely thought it would be different. I had picked a Master who had sparked my interest to play with and I had picked the St. Andrew's cross because I had always liked the idea of being tied to the big giant x shaped thing. Now, however, I just really wanted to kick it.No matter what he had done or used, he had not gotten anywhere. In the end, he just untied me and left with a frustrated growl. I couldn't blame him though. Instead of feeling a sense of surrender, I had felt very disconnected as if I were sitting back watching the whole thing on a T.V. show. Sadly, it was the same feeling I had gotten with everyone the last two years.Movement in the doorway caught my eye and I turned to find Jordan leaning up against the door jamb of the private scening room I was in. Barely even half-dressed, I pressed my clothes tight against my chest insanely aware of his eyes on me.Honestly, I couldn't count the number of times I had been naked at the club, but with Jordan's ey
I had decided to go with the classic naughty schoolgirl outfit tonight, seeing as the vacated Master had a soft spot for that look. I had found it so cliché it was embarrassing, but knowing Jordan liked suddenly had me excited and pleased.I watched as he walked over to the only table in the room and put a black leather bag on the table before he turned back to me and lifted an eyebrow when he saw I had not moved. Even though I had pretty much begged him, worry still had me in its grasp and I hesitated.He began to walk towards me slowly with the rope in his hand. With each slow, purposeful step he unraveled the rope bit by bit and I felt myself getting wound up tighter bit by bit."I know your list of hard limits by heart. You are going to have to trust me to not push you too hard too fast." Jordan explained stopping in front of me and forcing my eyes to his. "What's your safe word, Lizzie?""Red, Sir," I said dutifully half considering using it right now."Very good. If you're in too
I had heard Jordan was one of the best Masters at the club and so far, I had to agree. Never had any of them take the time to go through this much explanation with me.The subs had helped as much as they could and as long as their Masters agreed to it. Still never had I felt so cared for or able to understand exactly why I was being asked to do something. I thawed even more towards him and felt his command of me go deeper."Those nipples are just begging for me aren't they, baby girl?" he said licking his lips as if he could taste them already.I bit my lip hard because the words 'do it now' were poised on the end of my tongue. I nodded eagerly hoping he would put action to his words at my agreement. His thumb left its continued torment of my breasts and reached up grabbing my chin and gently pulling down until my teeth let loose. He rubbed a finger over my lip soothing the ache from my bite. I opened my mouth slightly and I sucked his thumb in, tasting its saltiness and feeling the ro
"Stop!" he gasped finally.He pulled my hair hard, forcing my head up to look at him. With a lustful growl, he swooped down and captured my mouth like a soldier capturing a war criminal that he had been searching for."God, I can taste myself on your lips," he whispered, his breath ragged.My pussy clenched again at his words as they fanned the flames burning inside me. He picked me up effortlessly, allowing me to straddle him and press my body tightly against his. I reveled in the feeling of his hard solid frame and the sense of safety I felt with him. His mouth captured mine once more and his tongue invaded my mouth instantly as if he could not get enough. I let out a gentle moan as our tongues sparred and danced together. Finally, he captured it and forced it into submission then, seemingly pleased with himself, he pulled away."That was amazing, sweetheart," he whispered leaning his head on mine. "You made up for your insubordination very well."I smiled happily, feeling the immen