Chapter Eight

He should have known there was a trick behind her kindness. When Stella followed him back into the room, she seemed too calm about the fact he had just walked away from a direct order. What did she like to call it? Topping from the bottom?

With a little bit of play and a whole lot of pursuing on her part, Mason found himself stripped naked and bent over a table in his private room. He could feel his face burning bright red with a burst of anger about to explode. Who the hell did she think she was treating him like this? He never felt more embarrassed in his whole life and given his fucked-up childhood, that was saying a lot.

His spread open ankles were secured to the table’s front legs under him with his arms pulled over his head, forcing him to remain bent over the surface with his cheek flat on the table top and his bare ass on display.

God damn it. What was she doing to him? She was turning him into a God damn pussy. He jerked against his arm restraints and swore under his breath as he again lost the fight against the bonds holding him down. It felt useless to try any longer. He knew there would be no getting free until she decided to let him out. And with the way her mood had been fluctuating, it wouldn’t be any time soon. Her hand brushed along the smooth skin of his naked back and his body jerked at the feel of the contact. He wanted to hate her touch at the moment, but his body betrayed him by responding. No matter how much he wished this to be all over, he didn’t want her to leave him. He craved her closeness. Rational thinking be damned, he wanted her to be pleased with him.

“You have to remember that this will only work between us if you are willing to talk your fears over with me. I think it’s time to show you what will happen if you don’t put your trust in your Mistress. You choose to walk off the floor without me without so much as a reason why. If you would have talked it over with me and told me you weren’t ready to push that limit, we could have tried something else, but instead you made that decision without me. You left me, Mason. We had a deal. A contract that says we are to talk to each other about decisions. I would have never made you do anything that is a hard limit but I do have to push you to your limits. I can’t have you making those decisions on your own. That will affect the both of us. You didn’t give me a chance to help you through the problem before you took it upon yourself to do as you pleased by leaving.”

He jerked his body again. His anger consuming him. He wanted to punch something. He wanted to cause damage until something felt as small and helpless as he did right now. Memories of his past poked into the front of his brain, and he fought to keep them away. He didn’t want them here. He never wanted to think about that life again.

His teeth clenched together as he tried to speak. “I told you, I didn’t want anyone to see me like that. I remember telling you it’s a hard limit for me. You broke my trust by forcing me to go against what I’m uncomfortable doing. So don’t tell me I did it to you.”

He felt her hand move over his skin as her touch never left his body. Just like earlier when she tied him to the bed, she made him aware of her presence at all time. She stepped around the table until she stood near the front by his head. Lowered her body down she become eye level with him.

“No one in there would have known who you were. I had the situation under control but you did what you always do and you tried to top from the bottom again by taking control of the situation. When you left the room against my wishes, you walked away from a direct command from your Mistress. That is why you are receiving punishment. Don’t like it? Use your safe word.”

She stood tall and walked back behind him and out of his line of vision. He could hear her footsteps a few short feet away. She wouldn’t leave him alone and helpless. She’d given him an out and now waited to see if he would take it. If he used his safe word, all of this stopped. Everything. This ridiculous punishment, their contract, everything. If he uttered the word he wanted to say, he was admitting he couldn’t handle it, or handle her. No way in hell he would give in that easily. She could bring on her worse.

Her steps turned and walked halfway back toward him before she spoke again. “Remember, my intensions are to never hurt you. Cause you pain and discomfort, yes. This is punishment after all. You know your word, use it and this will all be over.”

Before he had a chance to reply, he heard the crack of leather slice through the air before a hot sting licked his back. What the hell?

“You will receive twenty lashes for taking it upon yourself to leave the room without talking your fears over with me first. Count them out loud for me.” The crack and snap of the whip landed again, but this time it crossed a cheek of his ass. The leather bit into his skin and his body jolted, forced to rock forward. His teeth sunk into the corner of his lower lip keeping his painful groan at bay. The pain shot up his back and webbed out over his skin.

“Count.” Her demands pissed him off even more, but he still growled the number. “Two.”

Another crack and another lick against his flesh forced goose bumps to spread over his skin. Again and again, she cracked the whip and by the time the words nine and ten were leaving his mouth, he felt the familiar pull of skin stretching and hardening against his cock. How could he be getting hard off this? The fact that she knew his body better than he did only caused his anger to boil even more. What kind of sick fuck gets off on this?

The leather bit again. “Eleven.”

It was all he could stand. He couldn’t take any more of this. He thought about saying his safe word. Hell, he wanted to scream it when she let the whip lick him once more. He bore down expecting another flicker of pain, but this time when the leather strip kissed his skin it left behind a whole different feeling washing over him. A deep growl escaped his throat as his body jerked forward.

The building of hot pain that had been clawing at his skin moments ago turned into something entirely different. It felt like a thousand fingers of pleasure dancing over his skin. The slow burn licked at his flesh as it exploded into heat he never felt before. All at once, every muscle in his body clenched tight like they were cocooning him inside their walls.

The whip flew and again he called out a number though he had no memory which one he said. The tingling heat rushed throughout his body and senses until every tight muscle inside him all let go at once, sending him floating through space and time making him feel weightless in the air.

Far away, mixed in the background noise under a fog of haze that clouded his mind, he heard Stella’s voice calling to him. Her voice traveled to him as if she stood in another room instead of only a few inches away. Another hot sting hit his skin, but this time he welcomed it. Embraced the feeling. Out of all the intense orgasms he ever had in his life, he never felt anything like this before.

Never had he felt an orgasm so powerful and so overwhelming that he felt the sting of tears in his eyes.

“Mason?” The voice calling to him remained distant and muffled but he recognized it as Stella’s. She called to him again and it felt like being pulled awake from a deep sleep.

“Mason?”

His eyelids peeled back and he focused on the face that was once again level with his. His head lay on its side with his cheek plastered against the hard surface of the table. His mouth partially open as he panted trying to fill his lungs with air.

With his mind alert enough, he watched a beautiful smile curl over her lips. “I’m glad to see you coming back to me. Can you stand up? Do so slowly.”

He tried to move his arms, surprised to find they were no longer cuffed together. “When did you un-cuff me?”

“You were a little out of it for a few minutes.” She rubbed her hands along his wrists and arms. A tingling sensation tickled his skin as the blood worked its way back to a normal flow through his limbs.

“How long was I out of it?” His voice sounded scratchy even to him.

“A few minutes. I unhooked you while you were floating in subspace. Most subs hang out there for a few seconds to a few minutes. Since that was your first time, I wasn’t sure how your body would react. Are you feeling all right?”

‌He took a mental tour of his body to make sure everything still worked the way it was supposed to. He felt a stickiness along his stomach and groin. “What the hell…?” He took a step back from the table looking down to see his own cum spread across his body. He sure as hell should be able to remember coming. What the hell had happened in those few seconds he had been out of it?

“Come on. We’re going to get you cleaned up, and then I think it will be best if you rest for a while. Subspace can take a lot out of you.” She helped him over to the bed before she left him to go into the bathroom. She returned with a few wet rags and after helping him to lay back, she went to work cleaning him and the mess over his skin.

He closed he eyes against the sight of her tending to him. No one had ever cared for him with such a tender care and touch. His mother had never been the nurturing kind, and he never allowed the women he slept with to get that close.

“Why are you doing this?” His voice was low, but she heard him.

“Because you made a mess all over yourself.”

“Not that. Why did you because my Mistress? Are there others?”

“I had a few that I helped find new Dominants.” “So why did you take me on?” He watched her face as she continued to clean him. He wanted to see if he would notice any signs of emotion or anger behind her eyes.

“You didn’t want anyone else. You said so yourself. It’s me or no one.”

“But you agreed. Why? Why would you make an exception for me? Why was becoming my Mistress so important to you?”

Her gaze flickered up to his. “I never said it was important to me.”

“You didn’t have to.”

She released a breath, “I don’t want to fight with you, Mason.”

Leaning up on his arms until his elbows supported his weight.

He caught her gaze. “I don’t want to fight with you either. I want to know why you felt I needed you so bad that you were willing to overlook all the others waiting for their time with you.”

Her shoulders deflated showing him how tired she felt. “Because you needed me. Maybe not me exactly, but you need someone who can help you relieve all this stress that’s overpowering this body. You’re like a walking ball of fury. A ticking time bomb. You keep everything so tightly balled up inside you. From the moment I met you, I could tell you buried your feelings inside yourself. It’s going to take a lot of hard work and dedication to get you to release some of the tenseness before you kill yourself.

“I know I can get the submissive who is buried inside of you to hand me control. I’m not asking for control over everything in your life. Keep it as far as your job and your home life is concerned. But let me have it when it comes to your body and your orgasms. Everything else remain yours.”

He wanted her bad. His body ached with the overwhelming need until he couldn’t ignore it anymore. Mason moved faster than he thought possible. Sitting up quickly, he grabbed ahold of her shoulders and closed the distance between them crushing his mouth against hers.

She hesitated for a moment before sliding her arm around his neck. She opened her lips welcoming him and their first real shared kiss. He licked at her, waiting for her tongue, capturing it with his lips as she slid hers over his, drinking him in. Her lips were soft and lush just like he had known they would be.

Keeping his mouth locked on hers, Mason moved his arms around her waist pulling her to him until she laid half over his body. Her breasts pressed tightly against his chest. Rolling farther onto his back, he took her with him, forcing her to cover his body. His hands moved along the back of her leather corset. His palms pressed her body hard into his chest as his mouth went to work feeding off her.

His hunger grew the more he dove his tongue into her warmth. For the first time since he had met her, Stella let him take the lead. Working his fingers into the laces of her corset, he went to work yanking and pulling until the leather fabric covering her breasts became loose enough he could slip it over her head. Mason took the moment to suck one of her newly freed breasts inside his mouth pulling it deep into his warmth. His tongue danced over the tip as it stiffened against him.

“I love the taste of your skin. So soft, warm, and sweet like cream. I could sit here and lick at you all day.”

Her only answer was a throaty moan for more.

His fingers drifted down to the waistband of her tight little shorts. Squeezing his hand between their bodies, he popped the button then yanked the zipper down. His fingers gained access inside the material, forcing the shorts over her ass, down her thighs, and over the back of her legs. She was as naked as he was.

“Condom?”

Stella reached toward the night stand and pulled a foil packet from the box she kept in the drawer. Tearing off the corner of the package, she helped slide the condom over his cock.

Once covered, she moved her legs to the outside of his, pushing herself up into a sitting position, straddling his lap. Her bare mound pressed snug against his thick cock, which stood tall and proud between them. His hands moved up the front of her chest cupping her firm breasts in his massive warm palms. He needed to get closer to her. He burned to get inside her. Lust took over his body as the hunger clawed at his insides. “Ride me, baby. I need to feel your body around me.”

Stella hesitated a second before she wrapped a hand around the base of his cock guiding it toward her opening. Lifting her ass and hips slightly in the air, she repositioned him until he felt the head of his cock brush past her cleft. She hesitated before rocking her hips forward allowing her pelvis to slide down to take him inside of her.

Her gaze dropped to his, and he held onto her stare as he felt his cock glide through her tight wet opening. His eyes all but rolled to the back of his head. Damn, she felt tight. Thrusting his hips once, he sunk all the way home.

He’d always loved the sensation of sliding into a woman. Stella pulsed around him, gripping him inside her, and it was more than he could ask for. She felt different than others he had slept with. Different because this felt…right.

Out of all the other women who had come and gone in his life, he never took this much time with them. Sex for him had always been quick and dirty. The faster he got in and got off, the faster he could get away and forget about them completely. With Stella, he wanted to live inside her. He never wanted to remove himself from her warmth. Gliding inside her felt like coming home. This is where he was meant to be.

After sinking as deep as he could be inside her, he thrust his hips sinking himself even deeper. Stella moaned as she rocked back and forth over him. She was no amateur when it came to sex. She knew all the right moves and where to apply all the right pressure to make his eyes roll.

She adjusted her body, moving into a position that allowed her to glide up and down over his cock. He didn’t think he could make it much longer with her tight muscles milking him. Sitting up, he guided her legs to stretch out around his hips as he wrapped his arms around her waist to help support her body.

Face to face, chest to chest, their breathing became labored together. Mason reached for her mouth again sealing his lips over hers. He felt the familiar tingle building at the base of his spine, moving down to harden his sack. The heaviness of his need weighted him down. He thrust higher in search of getting the last little push he needed but he needed her to join him in his orgasm, to feel her come around his cock.

Wedging a hand between their bodies, he leaned back just out of the way and using his thumb, he drove her little, puckering clit wild. She bucked against him at the feel. Throwing her head back, her fingers moved to the top of his shoulders digging her nails into his hardened skin beneath them. He loved the sensation of her clinging to him. He wanted to feel those nails rake down his back, marking him. He wanted to feel the burn of her branding him.

Her head fell back as she rode him faster and faster. Her breathing matched his as they both gasped for air. “Mason! Mason, I’m going to come.”

His thumb never gave up on her little nub as he let her take control. “Let’s soar together, baby.” His fingers worked magic over her clit sending her over the edge into the bliss he knew would welcome her. As she went flying, her pussy clinched and pulled around his cock dragging his seed and his orgasm from him.

“Damn, baby, don’t stop.” The muscles in his arms tensed as he tightened around her, holding her close to him as she continued to pump him dry. A growl tore from his throat and he flew over the edge with her in his arms.

With hard labored breaths, her body fell against him. Both covered in a sheet of sweat as they clung to the other with legs and arms intertwined. He had no idea why he seemed compelled at that moment to say what he wanted to, but when the words began to come out of his mouth he couldn’t stop them.

“I need to see you outside of this club. Come away with me for a few days? Let’s go where no one else is, and we can get to know each other better.” His hand reached up letting his fingers brush her hair away from her face. She laid her tired head against his shoulder. He half expected her to jump up or pull away, but the only movement he felt from her was her breathing slowed as it began to return to normal.

Without turning her head to look at him, she gave him what he had asked for and did so without even a fight. “Okay”

****

“You’re actually going to follow through with this absurd thinking and go away with him?” Angel watched Stella set the empty black duffle bag on top of her neatly made queen-size bed.

“What’s the big deal? He asked me if I would go with him for the weekend, and I said yes. I don’t know what you’re getting all worked up about? The man passed all his background checks. I think if he were a deranged lunatic we would have seen something by now.” Stella walked over to her chest of drawers to grab some of her own personal fetish equipment.

Angel sat on the edge of her bed watching her. “That’s not my point. How many times have you ever gone away with a client? How many times have any of us gone away with a client? Or a sub at that? Never. Because we have our safety to think about here.”

Stella rolled her eyes at her friend’s childish concern for her. “Trust me, Mason is far from dangerous. I’ll be okay. I need to do this with him. He has some serious issues he needs to work out. I know there’s something buried in him he has repressed deep inside himself that he needs to bring to the surface. I think I can help him. He is denying himself, Angel.”

Her friend seemed concerned for her, and Angel wasn’t backing down either. “When did you turn into Doctor fucking Phil? We’ve all seen the damage subs can do to themselves if they don’t feel the freedom to enjoy what they crave. But you have only spent what, like three sessions with this guy? I mean, come on Stella. Do you really think it’s a good idea to go away with someone who you don’t really know?”

No. It sounded crazy even to herself, but she had made her decision and planned to keep it. Stella went back to her dresser and grabbed the last of the items she might need for her trip before turning back to face her best friend.

“I know this sounds crazy and very unlike me. If I were you, I would be telling me the same damn thing.”

Angel throw her hands in the air “Thank you. What if the shoe were on the other foot and that was me heading off like this? You would lock me inside a damn room until I came to my senses.”

“I would, you’re right. But Angel, he can’t go on like this. It’s self-destructive. He’ll kill himself. If he keeps going the way he is, he’s going to give himself a heart attack or something. There’s a deep issue that’s the driving force behind this man, and I want to know what it is.”

Stella stuffed the remaining space in the bag with toys and clothes before zipping it closed. She snuck another look over to her friend.

Angel let out a heavy sigh and fisting her hands on her hips, let her head hang for a second in defeat. “I guess that leaves me with no choice but to hold his friend hostage for your safe return.”

That caused Stella to laugh. “I bet that will just break your heart. What’s going on with him anyway? You seem a little smitten?”

One of Angel’s eyebrows arched in question. “Smitten? Honey. Remember, I don’t have the goddess background you have. I’ve been around the block a time or two. No little boy like Bradly will ever be able to hold on to me for too long. He’s cute and all, but he doesn’t have what I’m looking for.”

Stella smiled at her friend. Angel was by far one of the best Dommes she ever laid eyes on. But no one would ever have what she looked for in a partner, because that person didn’t exist. Angel’s idea of a perfect man was made up of fictional elements.

She wanted someone who could take her in hand and know what to do with that amount of female. She was one of the best female Dominants there were. There’s no lengths she wouldn’t go to help her subs find themselves. To find peace. Angel hid behind some tall walls she didn’t want anyone to climb over. She had a harsh back story, something dark she never wanted to see the light of day.

In seven years, the two of them had been friends, Angel never once talked about her past. All she would say was, let it rest there. As her friend, Stella never pushed to know more. When Angel was ready to talk about her demons, she knew she had a friend she could turn to.

“I don’t know about that. Okay, maybe it’s safe to say he’s the one smitten,” Stella said getting her mind back to the topic at hand.

Angel moved a hand to her hair giving it a fluff at the side in show as she smiled. “Probably. Most of the new ones are. They don’t turn into dicks until they become Doms themselves.”

Doms were a deal breaker to Angel. She hated male Dominants. Thought they were all pricks, and she wanted nothing to do with them. She’d even gone as far as to have her submissive training with a female Dominant. It wasn’t the bossing or ordering around she despised; she didn’t need the pot calling the kettle black. She couldn’t stand a Dominant man. They made her skin crawl. She liked her men one way, kneeling at her feet as she topped them.

Stella moved away from the bed and over to the closet. Mason was due any minute to pick her up. “Are you going to be okay while I’m gone?”

Angel tilted her head to the side and stared at her. “What do you think will happen? There are three other Dommes who live and work here. Everything will be fine. We got this.”

She knew they did, but she still felt a chill of caution creep over her. “Whatever you do, don’t be alone with Jeffery. I’m telling you, there’s something strange about him. He gives me the creeps. Just the other day he stood out in the hall next to the office for almost an hour. It’s like he’s waiting for me or something.”

“Some of the other girls have noticed he acts a little obsessed with you. Apparently, he likes to know where you are at all times.”

Stella stood straight up as her eyes grew wide. “Angel, that’s creepy. I don’t get a great feeling about the man.”

“Are you thinking we should pull his membership?”

Stella closed the suitcase holding all her clothes and pulled it off the bed. She paused and looked toward her friend. “I know I would feel more comfortable if the man wasn’t hanging around anymore. Then again, I didn’t want to extend membership to him from the beginning.”

“Okay.” She held her hands up in the air. “I’ll call a meeting, and we’ll pull his membership. He won’t be happy, but they never are.”

“Thank you.” She paused a moment looking back down toward her bags. “Do you think this is a bad idea? I mean, really?” She waited as Angel moved up to her side to give her a little squeeze of a hug before she stepped to the bed to grab her other bag.

“Yes, it’s a bad idea. But it’s why you should do it. Look at this place. We were told Sublime was a bad idea, remember? How many in our community told us four women couldn’t be successful running a club like this? It took some time, but Sublime is thriving. You probably have enough money saved by now to start the studio you’ve always wanted, don’t you?”

She shrugged. She had the money. She just didn’t know if she was ready to move on yet. “Almost.”

“See. All bad ideas turn out in the long run. Now let’s go. You have some ass to kick.”