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  “Perfection,” I tell her and lick my lips, itching to touch her, but I keep my hands to myself. “You may sit now.” My cock is throbbing, but I release it when she turns around and adjusts into the booth. “Tell me about yourself.”

  Her eyebrows draw together for a moment before relaxing. ”What do you want to know?” Her hands wrap around the glass again, sliding her fingers up and down the wetness that has formed.

  “Everything,” I tell her through gritted teeth, transfixed by her hand movement.

  “There’s not much to tell, really. I’m twenty-seven years old. I live alone, and I’m a teacher.”

  “Ah,” I say, clicking my tongue against the roof of my mouth. “It makes sense.”

  “What does?”

  “That you’re a teacher. You’re used to being in control all the time. It has to be hard to come here and change. I want this to be a place you can come and let everything go. The pressure. The stress.”

  She nods and bites her lip. “It is different.” She laughs softly before lifting the glass to her lips and taking a tiny sip.

  “Why are you a member of The Club?”

  Everyone has different reasons for joining. Some just want to play with like-minded people. Some are looking for a long-term relationship that centers around kink. Others are looking for a 24/7 master-slave relationship.

  She holds the glass in her hand but doesn’t set it down. “At first, I joined to enjoy my kink, but it’s changed over time. I’m getting older and sick of playing around without my center. I want to find that person I click with—the one who becomes my other half. You know what I mean?”

  I nod, because I do.

  “I don’t want to give up the lifestyle, though, but I want to have something with more meaning. A connection to someone so strong that I can’t breathe without it.”

  I exhale and give her a small smile. “I know exactly what you mean.”

  “Do you want that?” she asks, glancing up at me.

  “I didn’t think I’d ever want to settle down, but lately, it’s become more appealing to me, piccola.” She smiles and blinks slowly as I continue to talk. “Do you like being a Domme?”

  She grimaces and sets the champagne on the table. “I thought I would. The classes were really interesting, but every time I try, it’s an epic failure.”

  “Did it bother you today when I told you what to do?”

  She shook her head and grinned. “It was sexy,” she whispers and bats her eyelashes at me, staring at me from under her lashes. “I felt naughty.” Her cheeks turn pink and she squirms.

  “Good. Are you comfortable with me?” When she nods her agreement, I grab my phone from my back pocket. “Let’s talk about your hard and soft limits together and see where it leads.”

  “Okay.” She shifts her body to one side and moans, which earns her a wink.

  “Let’s start at the top.”

  For a solid hour, we go line by line through her checklist. The activities she wasn’t willing to partake in were beatings, blindfolds, bruises, cages, caning, clothespins, receiving marks, stocks, thumb cuffs, and swallowing semen.

  I pause over the line about semen and tap my finger against the screen. “We need to discuss the swallowing semen limit for a moment.”

  She blinks and nods slowly, but she doesn’t reply.

  “Why?”

  “Well,” she says and clears her throat before averting her eyes. “I don’t want to swallow a virtual stranger’s semen. I mean—” She pauses and brings her eyes to mine. “If I’m in a committed relationship with someone, I don’t have a problem with it at all. But I’m not doing it for everybody.”

  I nod, and although I love it when a woman swallows everything I have to offer, I like that Alese is selective. It makes it special. “I can understand,” I tell her and start on her list of things she’d like to explore more.

  She likes for people to watch, just like Stella, doesn’t mind being slapped in the face, which could be hot. She also likes having her hair pulled, doesn’t mind nipple play as long as it doesn’t include forceps, she likes being spanked—which I think happens a lot to her anyway.

  There are many things she is willing to do that she hasn’t had much experience with. She wants to be double penetrated, she wants to get more anal experience, which thrilled me to no end. She has never used a violet wand, but the idea excites her, and she’s never had a TENS unit used on her.

  I don’t know how she’s lasted in this club for so long without hitting those items on her list. But there are some Doms who have a specific fetish. I know mine. I love a girl’s ass as much as her pussy, and there is something about Electro-Play that has always enthralled me.

  “Can we go to a private room?” I ask after we finish the end of her list and have gone over the topics in depth. “I still don’t plan on touching you.”

  She swallows hard, pausing with the champagne glass in front of her lips. “Yes,” she stammers out with widened eyes.

  “Are you comfortable with me?” I asked her before, but I need the reassurance that nothing has changed between us.

  She nods and starts to gulp down the remaining champagne in her glass.

  “Same rules apply. No gags, no restraints, no touching.”

  Her nose wrinkles when she hears my words. “Then, what will we do?” she asks before licking the last drop of champagne from the rim.

  It’s my turn to grimace. My cock is so hard after picturing scenes together while going through her list. The way her tongue caressed the lip of the glass has me wishing I hadn’t promised not to touch her.

  “You’re going to pleasure yourself, and I’m going to watch.”

  “Oh,” she says and sits up straight. “Okay.”

  I set my lips in a firm line and raise an eyebrow. “Try that again.”

  “Yes.”

  I smile and slide out of the booth, watching her groan and close her eyes as her bottom moves across the seat. The plug scrapes against the leather, and her body jolts with each movement.

  “Don’t worry, piccola. You’ll find relief soon enough,” I tell her and snicker with my back turned to her as I reach out for her to take my hand.

  I give her fingers a tiny squeeze as we climb the stairway and glance over my shoulder at her to make sure she’s not freaking out.

  This could be really great or a complete clusterfuck. Based on her responses so far, I’m guessing it’ll go off without a hitch and probably with her begging for me to touch her.

  When we enter the VIP lounge, I stop and grab her by the shoulders. “Are you still comfortable with the idea of going into a room alone with me?”

  Without hesitation, she says, “Yes,” and nods her head.

  My grip tightens. “I reserved Private Room Two for us. I could leave the door cracked, even though it’s against regulation, if it makes you more comfortable.”

  She shakes her head and looks me straight in the eyes. “I’m fine. I know you’re not him.” she starts and pauses. “The one thing I know is that you have an impeccable reputation. You may not be easy, but no one speaks poorly of you.”

  I release her shoulders, motioning toward the room next door. “Let’s agree that green means you’re good, yellow is nervous but we can proceed, and red means stop and we’ll discuss things.”

  Her head bobs and she shakes out her hands. “I can remember that.”

  It’s Club Basics 101. We aren’t a couple with the cute little words that set off alarm bells in my head. I want something we can both remember, so this doesn’t fall to shit in a hurry.

  I hold out my hand and wait for her to place her trust in me. When she slides her palm into mine, I close my fingers around hers and lead her to the room.

  She walks in first, eyeing everything and slowly turning in a circle. “Nothing’s set up.”

  I shake my head and smirk, because I have my own plan. “I have a bag of stuff,” I tell her, and I reach into the cabinet where I placed it earlier tonight.r />
  Her hands are clutching the bottom of her skirt, and she watches me with curiosity as I unzip the bag. “Brought your own?” she asks and laughs.

  I nod and pull out the remote control bullet I purchased for her earlier. It is my present to her and is for her to use when we aren’t together. It is the latest, greatest, state-of-the-art bullet on the market. Anytime she’s near Wi-Fi, I can control the vibrations and sensations from my phone, even at great distances.

  “What’s that?” she asks, crouching down on the other side of the table.

  It’s time to set some ground rules. We aren’t friends chatting about toys. As soon as we stepped into this room, we had our roles—she is the submissive and not my buddy.

  I stand quickly, grabbing her by the arm and bringing her with me. My hold on her isn’t rough, but it conveys a message. “Let’s get a few things straight, piccola. When we stepped into this room, hell, the moment you entered The Club, you gave yourself to me. We’re not friends. You’re my submissive. From here on out, you don’t speak unless I give you permission to speak. Understand?”

  She nods and bites the side of her lip.

  “Remove your clothes, fold them, and place them on the chair. Once you’re done, climb up on the table and wait for my next command.”

  I cross my arms in front of my chest, waiting for her to start undressing. When she dips her fingers inside the waistband of her skirt, I kneel down and start to rifle through my bag, grabbing a few things that could make for a fun night—especially for her.

  When I carry the toys over to the table, I glance at her and see she’s watching me as she undresses. I give her body a once-over and smile. She’s simply stunning. Her curves are lush, and her porcelain skin makes it impossible to look away. Her nipples pebble from the coolness of the air as soon as she pulls her tube top over her head.

  I lick my lips and wonder if her skin tastes as sweet as it looks. She blinks a few times, folding the tube top in her hands, and looks toward me. Her hand stops moving, and I drag my eyes to hers, realizing I’ve been caught.

  Her cheeks are stained pink, and her chest starts to heave the more I keep my eyes on her. My eyebrow lifts because, even if I’m watching her, she should still follow the orders I’ve given her. “Leave the thigh highs on and get on the table,” I say in a stern tone.

  She doesn’t look away, keeping her eyes glued to mine as she backs up to the table and climbs on top. Her legs start to move, going back and forth as she grips the edge of the table at her sides. She’s nervous and I know it. That’s the only reason I’m not going full big, bad Dom on her ass. After her most recent experience, the last thing I want to do is scare her off forever.

  “Lie back and prop your heels up on the edge,” I tell her and pull a chair in front of her, but I leave plenty of room so that I can’t touch her even if I extend my arms.

  The back of the table is angled up, so she’s reclining and able to see me. Her feet shuffle against the edge before finding a comfortable position. Sitting in the chair like this, I have a perfect view of her body. The purple plug is still nestled tightly in her ass, and her cunt is wet and wanting.

  “Spread your legs wider.” Slowly her legs start to fall to the sides but stop short of my goal. “More,” I command and rub my hands together.

  If she were mine and she acted this way, I would’ve already swatted her with a crop on the inside of her thighs to convey my message without words.

  “Grab the black bullet off the table and get ready.”

  Her head tilts to the side, and her eyes roam over the toys, growing wide. She plucks the bullet from the table and waits for what I have to say next as I remove my phone from my pocket.

  “Rub it against your sweet, needy cunt.”

  She reaches down and rubs it against her opening, moaning a little with each pass over her clit. I press a button, letting the bullet come to life.

  “Oh,” she moans, surprised by the new sensation.

  I start it slow, letting the low hum drive her wild with lust. When she starts to move her hand faster and her legs begin to shake, I tell her, “Put it inside you.” The last thing I want is for her to come too early. She hasn’t earned the right, and it wouldn’t serve any purpose except for her to get off quickly.

  We are here to test her control. Finding out if she’s truly a switch or if she has everything needed to make an amazing submissive.

  She rubs it on the outside of her opening, pushing it inside a little before letting it pop free. Before I can say another word, she pushes it in a little farther and moans.

  I close my eyes and take a deep breath. My balls ache, and my cock is straining against the fabric of my jeans, moving in her direction. Swallowing hard, I try to tell myself that I can do this. Even though I’m in control, I feel anything but—hard-ons do that to a man.

  I fantasize about my cock dipping inside her instead of the bullet, and my cock grows harder. When she pushes it inside and it disappears, I let out the breath I was holding.

  “Push it deeper,” I tell her with a shaky voice. I grit my teeth, frustrated that I’m giving away my need by the sound of my voice.

  She sticks a finger in her mouth, wrapping her lips around it and covering it with saliva. My heart starts to pound harder, and I’m transfixed by the way she’s sucking the single digit.

  I adjust in my chair, making my situation worse as my jeans rub against the head of my cock. Her eyes dip, and I can tell she sees the situation she’s put me in when a small smile spreads across her lips. When she pops her finger out of her mouth, she licks her lips and sets it on her clit.

  “Don’t touch it,” I say and lift my chin. “Push the bullet deeper and don’t stop until it’s seated against your G-spot.”

  She bites her lip, which I’ve grown used to and find sexy, and reaches forward, dipping her finger inside. When her hand starts to pull back, I change the setting on the bullet to intermittent and kick it up from a one to a four.

  Her body twitches as soon as the vibrations change. When her hand finally falls away, I tell her, “Rest your hands at your sides.”

  She looks toward the ceiling and tries to relax her body, but with each jolt, her bottom rises off the table and she tenses.

  “Don’t move. Stay still.” I’m being repetitive, but in her current state, I’m not sure how much is registering. I increase the power and move the intensity to a six.

  Her pussy clenches and her toes curl when the vibrations grow more intense. Wetness starts to seep from her, trickling down her body and landing on her plug. Her fingers start to fidget and her legs tense, starting to close.

  I press the stop button, and her legs fly open.

  “Don’t close your legs, or I can do this all night,” I lie, because if I had to sit here for hours and stare at her open legs, I’d be liable to touch her when I promised not to tonight.

  She moves her ass, scooting farther down the table and giving me a better view. I can smell her need. It’s starting to fill the room, driving me mad with lust. I restart the bullet, setting the pulse to every three seconds and the vibration back to six. With each lick of the bullet inside her, her thighs tense and relax.

  I palm the phone in my hand, trying to stop myself from grabbing my cock, and lean forward, wanting and needing a better view. Actually, I’m torturing myself.

  She looks between her legs, licking her lips, and she watches me as I try to find a comfortable position. Her smirk is unmistakable and sly. When her pussy contracts and her bottom rises, my eyes move on their own to watch her body react.

  “Get the clit pump and attach it, but don’t click it more than twice.” My eyes move to the table, lifting my chin when she pauses.

  I’ve found clit pumps to be fascinating and useful. They engorge the area, making it swollen and sensitive. Some women can come from the pump alone.

  With shaky hands, she rests the tube against her clit and does two quick pumps on the gauge. She groans and her eyes roll back fro
m the suction. Her clit fills the bottom portion of the tube, plumping up and turning a bright red. She becomes restless, her fingers dancing at her sides and her pussy convulsing uncontrollably.

  “Do not come,” I tell her, and her eyes snap to mine. “Relax your muscles.” She complies and her legs fall open a little more. “Stay like that.” I get up from the chair, my cock pointing straight at her, and unzip my pants. “Don’t move, or there will be consequences.”

  She wants to say something, and her mouth opens before she snaps it shut. Her eyes are pleading with me, wanting me to relieve her of the need that’s filling her, driving her mad, but I don’t give her the permission she so badly wants.

  When I push down my jeans, her eyes widen as my cock springs free. It’s red, hard as steel, and aching. Bending over, I move my pants to my ankles and sit back down in the chair.

  My hard-on is standing straight up, wanting to be inside of her. I wrap my hands around the shaft and watch her eyes as they follow my strokes. “Another pump,” I say, gripping my dick harder.

  She tries to find the pump without looking, her fingers shaking as she wraps them around the handle and squeezes.

  I smirk as I see her clit crawl up the inside of the tube, growing larger from the pressure. Her hips jump and she gets wetter. She closes her eyes, probably trying to stave off the orgasm that’s ready to break free.

  “Eyes on me.” My fingers touch the tip, stroking around the crown and sending shockwaves straight to my balls. I slide my hand down, resting it at the base of my shaft and squeeze, causing it to grow larger. “You want this inside that greedy cunt, don’t you?” I wave it and relax my legs, letting my feet slide against the floor to give her a better view.

  She nods and her chest starts to heave, her breathing becoming erratic. With one hand stroking my cock, I use the other to increase the speed of the bullet and move the pulses to come quicker.

  Her eyes widen, but they stay locked on mine, staring at me between her legs. Her knees are shaking, and her muscles are tense as she tries to keep herself open. Her blinking slows and her fingernails start to dig into the leather on the table.