Chapter Six

Stella circled the man she blindfolded, taking in the sight of this good-looking submissive standing bound in front of her.

She had seen many men come through the doors of Sublime but only a small percentage of them were interested in living the lifestyle. The men who typically come in off the streets were between thirty and fifty years old. Some were stressed out businessmen and some were hitting their mid-life crisis and thought by joining a BDSM club they could spice up their boring sex lives.

Those men paid their membership fees and passed their background checks but left the club after seeing first hand that it wasn’t just a bunch of slutty women laying around waiting for a man to sleep with them. So many new members confused Sublime with a cat house, and the two couldn’t be any more different.

Mason, on the other hand, seemed different to her. He acted as if it were a punishment to be here. Not to mention how closed-minded he seemed. She would have to work extra hard to get him out of his head.

It wasn’t that often a Mistress was so quick to scoop up a new submissive. She had stopped taking new subs months ago. She saw something in Mason that she didn’t see in a lot of new faces. A sense about him that made her feel lucky she had been the Mistress on the floor the night he walked in.

A fine-looking man like Mason wouldn’t have made it mere seconds around some of the other ladies. She hadn’t learned all his secrets yet, but she had learned that he wasn’t going to be an everyday worship submissive. He needed someone with a firm hand to force him to relax. Someone who could get him out of his head for a while.

Stella peeked at his face checking the blindfold over his eyes, making sure it sat firmly in place over the bridge of his nose. “Does that feel all right? Is it too tight?” She didn’t want him to be uncomfortable.

He shook his head softly. “It’s fine.”

She moved over to the dresser that housed the toy chest. Every room had one and they all came fully stocked. Members were welcome to bring their own toys, but having a stocked room proved to be just a convenience to their members.

Opening the top drawer, she scanned the items before pulling a few things out and turned back toward him. “I need you a little closer to the bed. Walk toward my voice.” His body closed the distance between them stopping a foot in front of the bed.

“What’s your safe word?”

“Watermelon”

“Good. Don’t be a hero. Use it if you need to.” Picking up one of the smaller nipple clamps, she turned to him and rubbed the cold, smooth metal across his growing nipple. His head tilted slightly to the side as if to look at her even though his eyes were blinded, and he couldn’t see her.

“We’re going to start slow. I’m going to tease and then clamp your nipples. Do you have any objection to that?”

She watched his Adam’s apple forcefully bob up and down and the muscled cords in his throat tighten as he swallowed. “No.” The word so breathy and hushed she couldn’t help but grin. He seemed nervous, and she loved it. Holding power over a man like Mason felt intoxicating. She loved having power over the powerful.

Once the tips of his nipples were erect little beads from the teasing, she opened the clamp and let the tiny teeth dig into his sensitive flesh knowing it caused a slight pinch of pain. Just enough to get his attention, not enough to hurt.

“No…what?” she asked.

“Mistress,” he muttered the word as his tongue darted out to wet his lower lip.

“Good. When we’re playing, you’ll refer to me always as Mistress, Mistress Stella, or Mistress S. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

She dropped her head to his chest licking her tongue at the side of his nipple where the clamp dug into his skin. He jumped as soon as her tongue touched his flesh. Shifting her weight to the side, she moved her mouth to his other nipple. This time, she didn’t just lick his skin, she sucked the tip into her mouth covering the entire areola with her tongue until it inside her mouth.

Pulling back, she opened a clamp and lightly secured it over the second pink bud before releasing the spring. Her eyes darted up to his face as the clamp bit down around him a second time.

“Doing okay so far?”

A soft moan rumbled from his throat and his head bobbed up then down. Oh yes, He liked their play so far. Standing back, she admired her work. Her body flared with hot flames of desire; if she were to check, she would find her own panties growing wet with need. There was no stopping now; she wanted more. She needed to see more of him.

Turning back to the chest of toys, she opened another drawer, pulling out a small leather flogger. The short, tightly wrapped handle with leather strips at the end got a bad rep in the vanilla world, but the fear was all in the name. People shied away at the word flogger which sounded too taboo, but was never meant to cause horrible pain. The leather, if used correctly, would kiss the skin with faint red lashes, waking the senses up, not ripping the skin apart.

She slapped the leather against the flat of her palm, and his muscles tensed at the sound of the slap. Sliding it across her palm, she walked around to the front of him. “Does the sound of the unknown scare you?”

“Not scared. Uncomfortable.”

Of course, no man of Mason’s stature would ever admit to being afraid of anything. Those types of feelings were beneath men like him. They had to hold all the control even when it wasn’t theirs to hold on to.

Flicking her wrist, she slapped the flogger across the width of his bare chest, letting the leather strips glide over his tanned skin. His muscles flexed then rippled. Another smile touched her lips watching his body’s reaction. She traced the outline of his chest, up his shoulder, and across the nape of his neck before heading down the other arm with the leather.

His blindfolded face followed where she led as she sensitized his body to the feel of the toy. She didn’t want him to think too long about the feeling, so she pulled her hand back, flicking the flogger in the air making a snap sound before landing a blow across the muscled peck on the right side of his chest. A heavy draw of breath told her he hadn’t been expecting it.

“Did that hurt?” She knew it hadn’t but as his Domme, she’d give him a chance to speak for himself.

“No.” The word sounded breathy and shallow.

She flicked her wrist again sending the leather through the air before kissing the skin just above the nipple clamp on the opposite side. She watched the leather leave the tiniest pink streaks over his flesh. Holding the leather handle in both hands, she stepped to his back. The leather strips roamed over his naked shoulders in a loving fashion before flicking more leather kisses over his skin.

Mason’s tight, throaty groans turned to moans. His head hung heavily toward his chest before finally rolling back into place.

“Let go of all the stress you’ve built up around you. Tell me, the walls you have forged around you, are they to keep others out or to keep you locked in?” The leather slapped across his lower back forcing his hips to buck forward.

“What walls?”

She flicked the flogger again and again. Every time it grew closer and closer to his butt. “Don’t be cute. You know what walls I’m referring to.” The sound of his moans were doing something to her insides. Normally, she tuned out the sounds of pleasure from her subs so they wouldn’t have any effect on her. He was different.

This time, hearing him moan as she flogged him turned her on. More than it should have. She wasn’t the type of Domme who slept with her subs. She’d only had sex with two people in her entire twenty-six years. Which she thought impressive since the last seven of those years were spent participating in the lifestyle.

Intercourse wasn’t part of the exchange between her subs and her. She could give her submissives their orgasm and fulfill her desire to dominate without spreading her legs, and that’s what she intended to keep doing.

Moving to stand in front of him, she noticed the sizable bulge in the front of his pants. Her hand slipped from the top of his shoulder, down the tightness of his stomach to drop to the front of his zipper. She cradled his hardness in the palm of her hand. “It seems to me you’re enjoying this. That’s good. I’m happy to see you responding the way you are. Makes me proud.”

His body stiffened, and he stood straighter. “Conformation isn’t what I’m looking for.”

She leaned in closer, keeping her hand firmly on his zipper and licked his squeezed nipple just above the clamp. His body jerked toward her. “Everyone wants someone to be proud of them. Didn’t you have someone proud of you?”

At her words, his entire body stiffened and for the first time since she had cuffed his hands he struggled against his restraints. She had gone too far.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to talk about your past. Not everyone does. I want you to feel comfortable with me so you can eventually share whatever is on your mind. As I’ve said, communication is key here. If you can’t talk to me, then maybe you need a different Dom.”

“I don’t like to talk about my past. With anyone.”

She could understand that. Didn’t mean she would stop trying. “All right, no past. Just the present. Did you enjoy the feel of the flogger?” She circled around him trailing her fingers across his flesh as she went. Knowing the importance of keeping body contact.

His moaned out a muffled answer.

She could barely hear him. “What did you say?”

“Yes,” he repeated

“Yes…what?”

“Mistress.”

“Thank you for being honest with me. For that, you get an award.” She moved back to the front of him dropping the flogger to the floor as she went. Grabbing onto the waistband of his leathers she popped the button open then eased the zipper down. His heavy erect cock sprung forward and out into her hands. From the moment, her fingers touched him, he groaned and thrust against her palm. “This looks uncomfortable. Is it uncomfortable?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

She smiled. She loved a quick learner. Wrapping her fingers around his girth, she slid him across her palm letting her fingers hover over his balls. Gliding back up his length, she barely gripped the head as her thumb toyed with the tiny slit at the top. “Do you like this?”

His head fell back against his shoulders and his hips thrust into her hands once again. She wanted a verbal answer. “If you want to live this life, you have to learn to ask for what you want. What is it you want, Mason?”

His head come back up to its rightful spot as if he could see her though the blindfold. “Right now, I want to fuck you. Just release my hands, and I’ll make it happen.”

His answer thrilled her more than it should. She shouldn’t be growing wetter by the minute thinking about what he promised. He was her sub. She wouldn’t let him top from the bottom.

“That’s not going to happen. I’ll let you go once I’m satisfied and not a minute before. If you want released now, just say your safe word and you may leave the room. If not, tell me what else you like.” Her hand stayed frozen over his hot flesh. His cock jerked and twitched in her hand. She itched to stroke him again. To feel his skin slide across her hands but she wasn’t about to give in to temptation.

It took another minute before he broke down and asked for what he needed. “Stroke me and make me come. Please.” He released a heavy sigh as if the words physically pained him to say out loud. She needed to give him time in order to see that he didn’t need to be ashamed of asking for what he wanted.

“I would love to help you with that.” Her hand began with slow strokes down to the tip of his shaft. On her way back up, she applied tighter pressure in her grip causing him to buck his hips at her.

“Faster…please.” His breathing grew heavier and he shifted his feet farther apart as his hips drove wildly into her hand. She pumped him faster wanting him to orgasm because of her. She wanted him feel good and be the reason he finally let go. She fought the urge to drop to her knees and take him deep in her mouth. She wanted him to stare down at her and watch her give him pleasure. To know she was the one giving it to him.

But those were fantasies that were against her own rules. Rules she had put into place a long time ago and for good reason. She pumped him faster and faster with her hand before she brought the eager release out of him. His head rolled back, and he sucked his lower lip between his teeth as his hips and cock pounded against her hand.

“Ah fuck, Stella.”

Her name on his lips as he came blew her mind. The muscles inside her groin clinched tighter at the sound. She needed to push all those thoughts away and focus on him. Not on her own needs. She gave him two more tight strokes before the hot jets of his cum splashed across the top of her hand. Stream after stream erupted onto her skin.

Raising her free hand, she slowly opened a clamp from a nipple, sucking the red, beaded tip into her mouth to help ease the pain as the blood rushed back to the area. A moan ripped from his throat as she moved to the other clamp to repeat the process. Once the clamps were off, she moved to the dresser, dropped the clamps on top and wiped his cum from her hand with a towel. She would clean up the right way once she freed him and left him for the night.

Picking up the key to the cuffs, she moved back to him releasing his wrists one at a time. His hands flew to the blindfold tugging it down and away from his eyes to linger around his neck. He whirled around on her so fast she hadn’t seen it coming. Her gaze shot to his and the lustful darkness there made her insides weep.

Within a second of thinking, his hands were on her waist backing both their bodies up until she pressed firmly against the wall, and his lips covered hers. She thought about pushing him away. It would have been the right thing to do. She couldn’t have a sub topping her like this, but as his lips worked magic over hers, pushing him away was the last thing she wanted to do.

Her own moans filled her ears and the next thing she knew her fingers were running through his hair gripping the strands to hold him closer to her. This was insane. What in the hell were they doing?

His lips were so warm and soft, and yet he ate away at her with a force she gave back to him, a reflection of the hunger that clawed at her insides deep down. He pressed his body into hers, and his flaccid cock started to grow with life once more, pressing against her stomach. The man come no more than three minutes ago. How in the hell could he be hard again so soon?

His hips thrust toward her, making her ache for what he offered to give her. All she had to do was say the words, and she could have him. Making that thought a reality, she pushed against him, breaking the kiss pushed him away.

“Mistress. I need to fuck you.” His mouth came down to her throat and without thinking she turned her head giving him access.

This was crazy.

She pushed at him again, and this time she stepped out of his hold. “You’re trying to top from the bottom, and that’s not going to work with me. I have a no sex rule with my subs, and I’m not about to change it.”

His body froze for a moment before he slowly pulled away. “What do you mean, a no sex rule? You mean to tell me you don’t fuck any of your subs?”

“No, I don’t. The exchange is so much more than sex. What we share is sexual and yet there is no penetration. There’s nothing wrong with having a bond that doesn’t involve intercourse.” Mason took a step back tucking himself back into his leathers. “You don’t think by not telling your subs in advance that there’s no fucking, that you’re being a tease?”

Her gaze snapped to his. “A tease? No. I’m not being a tease. I give all my submissives everything they need in order to orgasm. They don’t need to be inside me to get their release. You had no trouble coming without being inside something.”

He stared at her for a moment before he backed down. “So what now, Mistress. What games do you have in store for the rest of the night?”

“If you’re not ready to call it a night, then you can go wash up and head to the floor. Since you’re wearing my training collar everyone will see that you’re spoken for and no one will mess with you. That collar tells them you’re not free to play with. I’m heading to my room to freshen up, and I’ll meet you out there for some more training.”

“You look fresh enough. What more can you do?”

She offered her best smile to him before leaning over and kissing his cheek. “I have needs too, sub. Just because I don’t fuck anyone doesn’t mean I don’t have the urge to come.”

She wanted to laugh as his eyes widened with the understanding of what she was saying to him. He looked floored. “Are you telling me you’re about to go masturbate?”

“Is that so hard to imagine?”

He groaned “Trust me. Imagining you fingering yourself isn’t hard at all. You’re just the first woman I’ve ever met who has admitted to doing it.”

“Us Dommes have needs too. I’ll meet you on the floor in an hour.” She turned to leave, but his voice stopped her before she reached the door. “Are you sure I can’t help you out with anything? I can help, or hell, I’ll supervise. Make sure you’re doing it right.”

She offered him a sexy smile. “I think I’ve got it. If not, I’ll figure it out.” She chuckled as she left the room.

****

Detailed images of what Mistress Stella could be doing kept running through his mind. Standing in the red room in borrowed clothes, waiting for her to rejoin him felt like pure torture. Not to mention while sporting the hardest hard on he’d had in months.

Not that he could do anything to relieve the pressure thanks to her no sex rule. He wasn’t sure what to think about her rule. When she said she had a no sex rule, he wanted to call bullshit. Who could be around all this sex, all the time and not have the urge to partake in any for themselves? She must masturbate a lot in to keep herself under control. Keep her urges at bay. He wouldn’t be able to have the same control. But he liked getting what he wanted, when he wanted it.

He left the privacy of his room to join the other members out in the red room. He wasn’t about to head to the main floor where they welcomed the public…not in the clothes he wore. Lord only knew who he could run into being out there.

Sure, Jeffery wouldn’t be the only client of his who would use this bar as a meeting spot or even be a member here. He was too new and raw to be willing to play show and tell in front of people he could do business with.

Mason needed to check his phone to make sure he hadn’t missed any important calls from his office. He’d never gone this long without his phone before, and the fact he almost forgot to check it should be a red flag for him. His clients relied on the fact he was available to them at all hours of the day and night. It’s what made him one of the best.

Heading back to the locker room, he opened the locker that had been given to him. After keying his password into his phone, he let a curse slip out as he scrolled through all his messages and missed calls.

Shit. There were over a dozen messages and ten missed calls from the office and from clients. Damn it. He rang his office back as he reached into the locker for his clothes.

Ten minutes later, dressed in his business suit with his phone to his ear, he headed back to the red room floor. He didn’t want to be a complete dick and just leave without telling Stella he was going. He found her standing out on the floor, just as beautiful as ever.

Her gaze roamed over him, no doubt taking in his street clothes and he watched as her face turned annoyed. “I guess I need to stress the rules a bit harder about no street clothes on my floor.”

“No, I understand. I’ve been called back to the office, and I didn’t want to leave without telling you I’m leaving and to say goodbye.”

“You’re not returning tonight?” If she were upset, she did a good job keeping her expression from changing, but he heard the disappointment in her voice.

“No, I’m not. I’ll likely be at the office all through the night and all day tomorrow.” He watched her closely and saw the exact moment she closed herself off to him. As if she were guarding herself. Hadn’t she just accused him of doing the same thing?

“What about next weekend? We shouldn’t let your training go too long between sessions. We might have to start all over again.”

For some damn reason, the thought of them continuing their play made him want to smile as if it gave him something to look forward to. He couldn’t figure out why because he didn’t necessarily like the fact that she bossed him or that she kept telling him he needed to release more of his control.

She knew nothing about him. If she knew what he’d been through in his life, she probably wouldn’t blame him for gripping onto so much control. Of course, it wasn’t like he went around announcing to everyone he met just how shitty his life had been growing up. The past was in the past, and that’s where he intended to keep it. Looking at her now, he didn’t think he could walk away for good anyway. He hadn’t gotten enough of her yet.

He offered her a smile hoping it would smooth things over with her. “If I get some free time on Sunday, may I come back?”

She looked away for a minute as she tried to control her annoyed emotions or trying to get her anger under control. Either way she looked disappointed.

“Sunday’s are normally my days off, but give me a call, and I’ll see if I have time for you. If not…” She shrugged her shoulders as if to say it didn’t matter one way or the other to her.

He felt like a dick for leaving, but duty called, and there was no way he could let a million-dollar account drop because he wanted to busy himself with getting mind fucked. “I’ll call you on Sunday. If you’re busy, you’re busy.”

She nodded, he saw the tiniest glimpse of hurt flashing across her face before she re-set back to her hard-outer shell. A sharp, tight pinch pierced his chest. He hadn’t meant to hurt her feelings. He wasn’t any good at this sort of thing.

He softened and took a step closer. “I do want to be here and learn from you. But I can’t let this account slip through my fingers, either. I promise, next weekend I’ll have more time for my training.”

Of course he was making a promise he wasn’t sure he could keep. But the urge to smooth things over with her consumed him. “I have to say, Mistress Stella, you have definitely piqued my interest and have made me thirsty for more.” When he thought he had lost her completely to her anger, she surprised him by giving him a pleasing smile.

“Sunday, Mr. Whitman. I want you here Sunday. No excuses.” She turned away from him and back to the room. God damn, she was sexy. Even when he knew he was being dismissed.