Part 11 (2/2)

Mason had been contrite enough on the phone when they'd spoken, so Brent was able to get the full story on Sandra. Mason didn't see any need to have his clientele or his club stay at a certain level, whereas Brent always wanted to maintain the highest standards in both. While Club Desire was definitely a kink and fetish BDSM dungeon at its core, those who chose to practice their preferences here did so in a cla.s.sy, clean, and safe environment. That didn't mean there weren't some risks inherent in any type of fetish and s.e.x play, but safe, sane, and consensual were the rules here, not the exception. While that wasn't always the case at other dungeons, Brent refused to accept anything less.

He shook his head and brought his thoughts back to the here and now as the cold water continued to spray against his skin, making him s.h.i.+ver but not relieving the burn of his l.u.s.t.

He suspected only plunging inside Sandra's tight and willing body would do that, but then again, he could envision pleasuring Sandra, and by extension, himself, for an entire lifetime and never getting enough of her, so maybe this was to be a permanent state for him?

That was a thought for further reflection. He needed to separate the Sandra he'd fantasized about in high school from the woman she had become.

Right now she needed to be guided in her own pleasure, and he was happy to take on that role. He knew she wanted him to take her...something he desperately wanted as well. But he had to make sure the timing and situation were right for Sandra, too, and not only for his own raging libido.

He leaned one hand against the tile wall and forced himself to stay under the stinging spray of water. When his body had grown accustomed to the temperature and he no longer even noticed the cold, he grabbed the soap and lathered it in his hand before palming his c.o.c.k.

Sensations raced along his length, down into his b.a.l.l.s and then deep inside his pelvis to radiate out to the rest of his body.

He pictured Sandra lying on the bondage bed earlier tonight, her wrists bound and her arms stretched over her head so her lovely b.r.e.a.s.t.s were bare and on display. She had wonderful b.r.e.a.s.t.s, full enough to overflow his hands, with thick pink nipples that hardened easily.

Sharp excitement had surged when he'd found out her nipples were extremely sensitive. He would bet that with enough stimulation, she could come just from that. His first thought was that he would have to buy her some nipple clamps. He had some regular clamps, but those didn't have adjustable pressure, and he wanted to ease her into the sensations to make sure they stayed pleasurable and not painful. As sensitive as her nipples were, he would have to pay close attention to her body language to make sure she was enjoying it and not only trying to please him.

Some women got off on pain, but from what he'd seen of Sandra, and from hearing even part of her experiences with Diego, she didn't seem the type. She might eventually enjoy stinging sensations like light spanking or flogging, but with her nipples as sensitive as they were, pain wouldn't be pleasurable for her.

He would find her the perfect pair of nipple huggers with dangling chains or jewelry tomorrow, so he could make a gift of them on Monday.

A vivid image of her lovely pink nipples hard and captured inside jeweled nipple huggers made his c.o.c.k twitch in his hand. She would look amazing bent over a spanking horse, the chain from the jewelry draping down toward the floor. In his vision she was trussed up in a tantalizing picture with her a.s.s displayed for him to tease and f.u.c.k.

He would eventually f.u.c.k that beautiful a.s.s. She had been much too responsive to a.n.a.l play to forgo that possibility. He wanted Sandra in every way imaginable. However, he would go slow for her sake as well as his. He was a bit too large for it to be comfortable for her yet. He could introduce her to some plugs and toys to get her used to relaxing and being open enough for him to get to the point where it would be pleasurable for both of them.

He stroked his c.o.c.k, picturing Sandra's glistening p.u.s.s.y as it had been tonight, open and wet for all to see. He sucked in a breath as he imagined pus.h.i.+ng inside her and hearing her moan as she tightened around him.

He increased both his pressure around his c.o.c.k and his pace, using his other hand to cup his b.a.l.l.s, which only added to the vision of him pounding inside her willing body.

The slick friction of his fingers over his hard length increased like a fast-rising wave, making him gasp for breath as the wave continued to rise higher.

He adjusted his stance so he could thrust his hips, which only took him back to the vision of f.u.c.king Sandra as she was bent and tied over the spanking horse. She wasn't ready for it, but he hoped eventually she would warm to the idea of being spanked and pleasured in that way. The sensations from impact play could enhance other play, and he hoped to eventually introduce her to those. But only if she was ready.

Yet here in the shower he could let his imagination run wild. He could picture flogging or spanking her until wonderful red stripes marked her beautiful pale skin. Then when she was screaming with arousal and drowning under an endorphin high he would f.u.c.k her hard, pounding inside her until she tightened around him and screamed for him to come.

He hadn't realized how real his vision had been until his b.a.l.l.s tightened against his body and he felt the impending explosion screaming for release.

His o.r.g.a.s.m hit him like a fist to the gut, and he shouted as he leaned his forehead against the cold tile and continued to pump into his fist until every last drop of c.u.m had been spent.

It took him a few minutes before his heart had returned to a normal speed and his breathing had calmed.

d.a.m.n, he couldn't wait to see her again.

Tomorrow was Sunday, and he had things to take care of around Club Desire. He needed to give her some s.p.a.ce anyway. As far as he could tell, things had been a whirlwind since she'd gotten back into town, and she needed some downtime to rest and reflect. He would see her Monday morning, and he would have to be happy with that. He could use the time to plan their next scene.

The surge of arousal told him he needed to steer clear of any s.e.xual thoughts about Sandra for the next day, or he would never get anything productive accomplished.

Although that might not be such a bad trade-off to make.

He laughed at himself and shook his head. How was it that all these years later she could still shred his control and send him back to that timid high-school boy pining after the hot, popular girl?

- Diego took a deep breath as he pulled into the motel parking lot. He'd spent the last few days driving to this G.o.dforsaken h.e.l.lhole called Phoenix. Without the humidity of New York, the heat here seared into any exposed skin, making him feel like he was being flayed alive.

d.a.m.n Sandra for making him come here. The b.i.t.c.h would definitely pay for this.

It had taken him several hundred dollars to bribe someone to give him a page of Sandra's cell bill so he could see where she had been calling. It had been too much to hope for that the address listed on the bill would show him exactly where to find her. Instead, it still showed her address from New York, and he'd been unable to get her old roommate, Darla, to talk. With all the scrutiny from both the local Doms and law enforcement there, he hadn't wanted to risk forcing Darla to tell him, although it would have been enjoyable time spent after her a.s.shole boyfriend, Mason, had banned him from his dungeon.

He didn't usually enjoy torturing men, but for Mason, he might make an exception. That man had gotten in his way for the last time.

Seeing Sandra's list of calls hadn't improved his mood, but it had shown him clearly where she'd gone. Her recent calls were mostly to Phoenix, with a few still to New York. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out she'd run home to Phoenix. He had looked up all the numbers on the bill, and when he'd found two calls to Club Desire, he'd been livid. A quick Google search had shown him it was a very elite dungeon, which meant Sandra was allowing some other Dom to f.u.c.k her.

That was unacceptable, and she would be severely punished. His mouth watered at the prospect. It usually took him nearly a year to finish playing with his victims before he was ready to kill them. The chase only made the final moments and the fear in their eyes all the sweeter. But in Sandra's case, she had pushed him beyond his limits. Since Sandra had stayed one step ahead of him since she ran, he didn't have the luxury of giving her the kind of send-off that would satisfy his cravings for revenge.

He couldn't risk getting caught, and Sandra's whining to the other Doms had brought him too much undue notice already.

He would find her. He would punish her, and then he would kill her. Slowly enough so she would suffer and feel fear, but then she would die so he could find the next.

The simple thought of the next woman in a long line cheered him and gave him renewed determination.

He pushed open the car door and headed to the small motel office to rent a room for the night. After some rest he could finish studying Sandra's cell bill and then start looking for her. He considered going back to New York when all this was over, but then another thought came to him. The authorities were watching him closely in New York, and he was sure Mason and the other Doms had gotten him blacklisted at all of the local dungeons, but neither of those was the case here in Phoenix.

As much as he hated this place, it also represented an untapped well of new women for him to choose from. It would bear checking out, and worst-case scenario, if he didn't find a good dungeon in need of Doms here, he could go to San Diego. Better weather, and the large kink and fetish population were more open about it than here in very conservative Arizona. Or at least they all tried to appear conservative.

He smiled to himself. New prospects were opening up, so maybe this trip would yield extra rewards beyond seeing Sandra receive her rightful punishment.

Chapter 13.

Sandra huffed out a breath and swung her legs over the side of the bed as she sat up. She'd tried to sleep last night, but after a full day of thinking about Master Brent without even a text message, her frustration had kept her wide awake and endlessly replaying their scene from Sat.u.r.day night over and over inside her head. Which definitely hadn't helped her sleep.

And now he was picking her up in a few hours for a job interview, and she most likely looked like h.e.l.l. Time to see what a brisk shower, some hot coffee, and some damage-control makeup could do.

An hour later she was downstairs, excitement coursing through her veins at the possibilities the day before her might hold.

When the knock sounded against the door frame, she jumped and let out an embarra.s.sing squeak. She couldn't remember being this excited to have someone pick her up before. She wondered if this would have been what it felt like to be picked up by a prom date back in high school. Because of her home issues she had never accepted any high school dates, and she'd always felt she had missed out by not attending her proms.

She opened the door and drank in the pure male beauty that was Master Brent. He wore black dress slacks and a hunter-green b.u.t.ton-down s.h.i.+rt that looked made for him from the way it lovingly caressed his sculpted torso and muscular arms. He was clean-shaven, and it took great effort not to reach up and run her fingers over his smooth, sculpted jaw. But she didn't need to be distracted this early in the day. She had important matters to take care of.

”Good morning, Sandra.” His voice was gravelly and deep, that s.e.xy male morning voice that sent s.h.i.+vers over her skin.

”Good morning.” She held her arms out to her sides. ”Will this outfit do?” Her silky A-line skirt fell sensuously around her calves, and she'd chosen a matching top with a tasteful V-neck and a three-quarter-length sleeve, since the heat was already strong, even this early in the morning. Mich.e.l.le had insisted that business dress in Arizona definitely took the hotter climate into account, but there was still a part of her that worried she was underdressed.

”You look amazing.” His thorough gaze raked over her from head to toe, and she sucked in a small breath at the almost physical sensation that look left in its wake. ”I forgot to remind you that what pa.s.ses for business dress in New York is very different from here. But it looks like you've adapted seamlessly.”

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