Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25686 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 128(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25686 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 128(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
I move my fingers to the hair at the back of her neck and tug hard. Her mouth falls open but the corners of her lips quirk upward as her eyes flutter closed. I put my mouth to her ear. “Will you be my dirty little sub tonight?”
“Mmm,” she purrs. “Hell, yes.”
It isn’t satisfying, though. It’s empty and weirdly unfulfilling. I miss the surge of adrenaline, the chase. This is too easy.
I release her neck and take her by the hand, pulling her with me to the dungeon. If I had a chain I’d snap it on her neck and make her crawl, but tonight she’ll walk. Beyond the bar area lies the dungeon, outfitted with everything from spanking benches and horses, to exam tables, restraints, harnesses, and implements.
I’m feeling like the St. Andrew’s cross tonight.
The rooms are crowded with couples and singles, dungeon monitors prowling around making sure everyone’s following rules. Verge is the most respected kink club in all of NYC, and we keep things tight here. Club owner, Tobias, has rules everyone must follow, and those who don’t comply are promptly escorted out. It helps that some members are also officers on the NYC police force.
“Hey, Geoff.” Still holding tightly to Sasha’s hand, I look to my right and see my friend Zack with his wife and submissive Beatrice on a leash beside him. She’s wearing nothing but a skimpy leather outfit, the thick collar around her neck, attached to the chain Zack’s holding.
“Hey,” Beatrice says, as if we’ve just run into each other at the grocery store and she’s not half-naked standing next to her husband wearing a chain. “Haven’t seen you in forever. How’ve you been?”
“I’m good,” I say. “Busy.” Not in the mood for chit-chat, I force a friendly smile and move past them. “You good?”
Zack gives Beatrice a little tug and she squeals. “Never been better,” she says with a grin, her eyes on Zack.
My stomach tightens. As the years pass and Verge grows, the couples who find their way to each other grows in number, though many couples are still here for the kink and not looking to hook up beyond a scene or two. I never thought I’d be that guy looking for a quick lay, yet here I am. I eye the St. Andrew’s cross, thankful it’s free for the moment, release Sasha’s hand and point.
“Take your position,” I say without preamble. There’ll be no foreplay tonight. I need to get my hands on a sturdy implement, need to mete out measured pain and pleasure, to drink from the cup of power and control.
Like a good little sub, she obeys, walks with her head held high to the cross, spreads her legs and lifts her arms up so I can restrain her. I cuff her wrists, then gently but firmly kick her feet a little further apart so her taut ass stretches the fabric of her skirt tight. “Good girl,” I say in her ear when she’s properly restrained. “It’ll be leather tonight. Pick a safeword.” I love striping a woman’s ass with leather when we’re playing.
“Mmmm,” she moans, stretched spread-eagle on the cross with her back to me. I can smell the heady scent of her arousal from where I stand. “I can’t imagine I’ll need a safeword with you, sir, but I’ll pick one if you insist.”
I give her ass a light slap. She comes up on her toes in surprise, then smiles. “Alright,” she says. “Red.” I feel a bit disappointed. It’s the most commonly used safeword ever, one I’d think a newbie would reach for, and I was hoping for something a little different. I guess I could’ve given her one myself I if I wanted to. So, fair enough.
“Got it. Red.”
I go to the display of implements and choose a sturdy red leather strap. The implements here are to be used over fully clothed guests. If a member wants to spank on bare skin or involve any sort of bodily fluids—and believe me, I usually do—we’re supposed to use our own toys. I don’t have any, though. I got rid of everything when my last relationship ended.
I test the strap on my hand and nod. It packs a good sting but is fairly thuddy. When I have a girl trussed up on the St. Andrew’s cross, I need something with length and give. Frowning, I eye the assortment in front of me, ignoring the sound of the crowd in the full room. I enjoy knowing I left Sasha at my mercy. I spy a scarlet flogger, with thin, crisscrossed folds of leather that join together in a sturdy handle.
Excellent.
I remove it, test it out on my hand, and find it’s fairly tame. I’ll have to swing hard to get this to sting, especially over her clothed bottom. Good. I’m game for some exercise.