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When Max entered the room, he stood there taking in a statuesque dark-haired beauty with a thin shapely physique. His eyes followed her body. She wasn’t nervous as he had thought since he was told that she was new to BDSM and only twenty-four. But everything about her, from her cool demeanor to her high-heeled black boots, signaled that she could use those heels on him if she wanted, and he would fall to his knees not in pain, but pure pleasure. She stood looking at him with her florid eyes with long dark lashes, obvious to him, this wasn’t her first rodeo.
It was a natural attraction he felt for her. He wondered what her story was. He felt an ordinary desire to take her as a Dominant would, but he wasn’t the Dominant today. He came in as a submissive waiting for her to command him, and he would do what she wanted. He needed her to make it painful whatever it was, because he felt guilt and shame for being with this woman when he needed to find his Alex.
She stood legs open in her black high-heeled, thigh-high boots, and in her hand a whip. His eyes fell to her hand. That’s what he needed. He needed to feel the sting of her whip, or the pound of a cane. But she placed it on the chair where Max stood. She didn’t say a word and he couldn’t speak unless she commanded. He knew the rules of Dominant and sub. Today he was a submissive, because it was what he needed to forget his problems and to let his mind run free to obtain sexual gratification.
This was the only way he could obtain sexual satisfaction without being unfaithful to Alex. With this Dominant he wouldn’t have to touch her. But then it wasn’t his choice to make. He had to question himself. If she asked him to eat her, would he say no when looking at her? He would do that and more, if she commanded.
Max had come to this club to forget, and now all he thought about was whether he could be faithful or not, and he was losing the battle. His mind made him a prisoner. He had never been a prisoner to anyone but Alex and his children.
He turned to walk away and in a strong muted low voice, she said, “Where are you going? You don’t leave unless I say you can go.” In his surprise he turned.
He liked that. She had gotten his attention and drawn him back into this world—a world he had found comfort in and extreme pleasure, a world that those who were vanilla would think depraved, and on the fringes of society. But it was a world of pleasure that only a few had time to indulge in, and few could afford to pay for this type of pleasure at its highest form—these were only the very rich and privileged.
Alex strolled over to Max and picked up the whip and faced him. She placed the whip around his neck, and it fell across his shoulders. Her stare tore through his exterior and he knew he was in the presence of a Dominant, yet she gently reached for his coat and inched it back down his shoulders, down his arms. He let it slide down his arms and fall to the floor.
His eyes fell down to where his coat lay. Still gazing at him she stepped on his expensive jacket with her sharp heels and twisted them into the coat, as if it was his body she was trying to drill into.
Then looking at his gold cuff links on his crisp white shirt, she patiently took each one off, and then she faced him and unbuttoned his shirt as he looked away, thinking now that she was nothing but a novice submissive learning to be a Dom.
Because why would she take the time to undress him.
When his white shirt dropped to the floor, she stepped on it, showing the print of the ball of her foot, and the sharp point of her heels. She eased the whip from his neck and stepped back with Max waiting for her to give him a command. She said nothing when she cracked the whip and struck him on one of his nipples. He felt the intense pain, and his cock filled and pulsated with need.
He could only stand there mystified at the pleasure and pain traveling through him down to his pelvis. She walked up to him and with her nails dug them across his chest. There wasn’t any blood drawn, which made him know that she knew what she was doing. Yet, it had all the intensity of burning heat, the kind you would get from steam. You wouldn’t feel the pain until later.
She didn’t tell him to talk, and Max wouldn’t because he was enjoying every scorching moment of what she was doing to him. She glanced down at his cock, and she smiled. When he smiled she walked up to him and sucked his nipple. Max’s head fell back, his eyes closed, his mouth opened slightly, and his breathing intensified. He intermittently blew out a warm breath into the chill of the room.
Without any warning, Alex bit him on one nipple and then the other, and this time she drew blood.
“Did I tell you to smile?”
“No. Mistress.”
“I need your safe word, because if you dare smile, or show any affection toward me without my consent, I will initiate severe punishment on you.”
That was what Max wanted. He needed to be punished. Punished for being here when he should have been out looking for Alex, or flying back to Montana to look after his children. But here he was with a woman he would want to be with if he couldn’t be with Alex. It was a strange feeling he had for this woman, and he didn’t understand it. All he understood was that he liked and enjoyed what she was doing to him.
But Max wasn’t entirely a submissive. He was more of a Dominant, but he enjoyed both worlds, especially the one he had entered with Alex. In the beginning of their relationship they had to settle that, because neither were entirely submissive or Dominant.
“I want to see you naked,” Alex said.
She walked over to the chair and watched Max. He kept his eyes lowered. He didn’t want to enrage her because he wasn’t what she wanted—a submissive. The tables had turned on Max. He didn’t want to be the one she sent away.
Dominants needed a submissive like a submissive needed a Dominant. Each searched for their pleasure in different ways. Therefore they had to complement each other.
It was rare to find one that went both ways. That was why his love and sexual life had been so intense with Alex. But after this night I will be more focused, he thought. And he would eventually find Alex and bring her home. And this woman would be responsible for causing him to concentrate.
Alex’s heart fluttered when she caught sight of this perfect male animal standing nude. Tall, dark and extremely handsome. How she wished she belonged to him, but now he belonged to her by nature of his desires. He had to do what she asked of him. She didn’t want to use the whip or crop on him, instead she wanted him loving her.
Ross would fuck her, but she never enjoyed it. She lay with him waiting until it was over. It was something about Ross. He didn’t appear to be a man she would love. Of course he was a great-looking guy, but she didn’t connect with him the way she connected with the stranger before her.
She knew now that she would come back to the club because she enjoyed being with this man. She didn’t know who he was, and she didn’t care. She knew she belonged here, not in that secluded mansion, with a man she didn’t know how or when she met him.
Longing for a familiar sexual pleasure, she commanded Max, “I’m going to strip, and I want you to fuck me.”
“I can’t do that,” Max said.
“I may be wrong, but didn’t you come here to be dominated, and to do as I asked you?”
“But I can’t do that.”
“Then leave. I can get someone else to do as I wish,” Alex said, bluffing. She didn’t want anyone else. She wanted this handsome man standing before her naked. Even naked he was commanding. His shoulders were wide, broad muscular chest rippling against the dim soft light of the room, his legs strong and sturdy, his manhood full and powerful, and she wanted him to fuck her front and back.
She wanted his dick to fall into her and never pull out.
Alex walked past him on her way out of the room, and he caught her on her arm with his hand. “Don’t leave. I will do anything you want.” She smiled inside.
“Now that’s what I want, a true submissive.”
Turning, she said, “Come here. Unzip me.” Max did as she had said. When she had peeled down the tight black-leather suit, and he had unzipped it and the costume fell to the floor, she sat in the chair naked with her mask on and only her black knee-high boots. Max’s eyes fell to her sprawled in the chair. “Come here,” she commanded. He walked to her. “Get a latex and put it on.” He did as she asked while she watched him trying to put the small rubber on his large manhood.
He could smell her perfume. It was intoxicating with the smell of orchids. He loved that smell. How did she know? She wouldn’t know, he rationalized.
“On your knees in front of me,” her voice was firm yet still low and soft, his gaze steady on her body. Her breasts the way he liked. Small and still firm, even though he noticed that she had given birth, but it was hardly noticeable in the dim light, and he didn’t care. The only reason Max knew this was because Alex had breasts like hers. But he didn’t want to think of Alex, so he put it out of his mind, and decided to enjoy the pleasures of the moment.
“Make love to my body.” He started by kissing her breasts. Then he trailed kisses down her stomach and then between her legs. He placed his hands around her back and pulled her opening to his mouth and his tongue took over. He gripped her buttocks, and placed his tongue on her clit, and before she could move or push him away he had given her an orgasm.
Her scream was muffled by one hand. She gasped at the quickness of it. All she could do was breath hard and stare down at his dark hair. But he pulled her from the chair and placed her on the floor before she could tell him to stop. She wouldn’t tell him to stop.
Max had her on her back and he was over her, when he said, “Now I’m going to fuck you the way I want. What is your safe word?”
“I don’t have one,” she said soft and low.
“Then you should have gotten one before you played with a man like me.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean I’m not a man you can order about without consequences. And now you have to pay a price. When I finish, you will have to decide whether you want another session with me or you want to cut your losses.”
“I can take whatever you dish out, Mister.”
“Can you now?” Max said with a chuckle. Alex leaned up and bit him on the shoulder. She dug her teeth into him, but didn’t break the skin.”
The surprise of her quick reaction caught him in disbelief. He turned his shoulder to look at the teeth marks. He didn’t think about how he would explain this to Alex, he thought about how much he wanted to fuck this woman, and just eating her pussy would satisfy him. He was a predator, and she would be his prey now that she turned him on.
There was no way he could be satisfied being her whipping boy. He flipped Alex on her stomach and then placed his finger on her anus, and said, “I’m taking this. I’m not completely unfeeling. I did warn you. That’s more than what you did when you bit my nipple,” Max said. “And I’m not using any of that fucking gel on that table.”
Max had her hands behind her back, holding them with one hand, and he held his penis with the other and forced it through. It hurt for a moment, but he knew what he was doing, and it fell into her soft tight flesh, and then expanded for the pleasure she had wanted, and for some reason she was used to this.
When he said that he would fuck her hard he was just scaring her. He was gentle and she enjoyed the movement of his body in her. She lay there and when it was time for his orgasm he kissed her on her shoulder. She remembered that kiss. Why was she remembering a kiss when she didn’t remember anything about her life? What was it about the lovemaking with a stranger that was more familiar than that with Ross whom she thought she had known before?
He placed his hand under her as she lay face down, and his finger traced her clit. It was a natural reaction to his hand as if she had felt his warm flesh in her dream. As his penis expanded inside her, he felt her walls tighten and close in on him and he couldn’t do anything. He had no control of his body. He was being controlled by a woman he didn’t want to control him. In his mind it wasn’t Alex. No one but her could and would be able to do this to him, but yet it was happening a second time.
Didn’t I know this would happen? No, he thought. His actions were to teach her a lesson. And that lesson was no man as in control as he would settle for a woman dominating him.
This was to be a test. Well, Max had failed the test.
Still ravenous and needing to be satisfied, he took off the latex and placed her on her back as he reached for another latex and hurriedly put it on. Watching her with the mask separating them, he wanted to take it off of her, but that would bring about a new set of problems. The way it was now he could walk away, but if he looked at her face as he pushed his penis into her, he would have a hard time not seeing her again.
Alex exploded all around Max with his finger in her opening, and him bursting in her. It was the third explosive wonderful time, and she and he couldn’t stop coming. He lifted his body off of hers and fell to the side of her on the floor. They turned and looked at each other. What had they done? What did just happen?
Who are we? She has fallen for a man on one date, yet it wasn’t a date. He had fallen for a woman and wasn’t Alex. He didn’t like himself that much, but he wasn’t ready to stop seeing her.
Maybe if he was around her enough, the laws of diminishing returns would set in, and he could be free of her. Max’s rationale said that he would see her as long as it took to become used to her and get her out of his system.
Max stood and helped Alex from the floor. “Do you want me to wash you?” he said in a light voice. He was now her submissive again.
“No,” she said breathlessly, watching at him. She stood and he stood. “I have to go. I’ll shower myself. I think you should go now.”
“Will I see you again?”
“I don’t know,” Alex said, her voice confused. She stared at him, but she didn’t see him. She blinked and kept blinking nervously. She turned away from Max, and staggered in a slow, uncertain walk to the restroom.
He touched her on the arm, trying to steady her. “Are you alright?”
“I don’t know,” she whispered, turning from the bathroom door with her hand on the handle. “Are you alright?”
“I don’t know,” Max said, in a hoarse, sexy, tired voice.