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It had been a long day. Carver and I spent hours discussing our needs, wants, dislikes, limits, and things we liked versus loved versus hated. We outlined our expectations as play partners and what they were as a couple. Both of us adamantly agreed that we didn’t want to play or have sex with someone else. We were out for the same thing. That elusive beast of the whole package of both rolled into one person.

It would be fantastic if we ended up like Hoss, Cady, Mikhail, and Tajah. However, we weren’t pinning all our hopes on it, but I wanted it to be. I was tired of being essentially alone. I desired someone to come home to every night, someone to build a life with, and, if he was willing, someone to have a family with. I would be thirty-three soon, and Carver was turning thirty-eight.

Usually, I would never make a contract and then go to the club on the same day to put it into practice. But I was in need, and it seemed Carver was too. We both agreed that we’d go to Lustz and see what happened. We might end up watching, playing, or returning to his house to be together. We weren’t stressing ourselves with expectations.

I was nervous and excited as we entered Lustz tonight. We’d taken the usual precautions and snuck me in via the private garage so Reef wouldn’t see me. When would the guy smarten up and stop watching for me outside it, at work, or at my apartment? I hoped like hell it was soon.

Luckily, when I came to Carver’s, I’d thrown an appropriate outfit for playing at Lustz into my bag. At the time, I told myself I would need one if this situation with Reef lasted very long. I knew I could only go so long without a scene, regardless of who my partner was. Now, I could admit that it was because I hoped I’d be there with Carver.

Walking off the elevator on the first floor, where we agreed we’d start, holding his hand, felt great. I wondered if anyone would notice. He’d been a patron for several years. There were undoubtedly women there he’d been with sexually and purely for platonic play. And I would be surprised if some still don’t want to be with him. How would they react to a relative newbie coming in with him? I’d only had contact with a few men, and other than Reef, they’d all been cool with playing and then done.

Our first stop was to exchange our beads. We asked for a red and black bead to place on our right wrist. This would signal to others that we were in a committed relationship. If placed on the left, it said non-monogamous. It felt good to put them on our bracelets. Thanking Babs, who smiled broadly at us, we went into the main area, where the music and drinking were happening. Along with dancing, if you wanted.

We circled the room to see if anyone we wanted to say hello to was there, and then we headed upstairs. Since we were likely to play, we didn’t consume any alcohol. It was after nine, so it was beginning to get busier. Generally, it was ten or later before it truly became filled.

Our first stop was to get something non-alcoholic to drink from the bar. As Carver was doing that, with me at his side, we were heralded by Reuben. He came walking over with a smile on his face. When he got to us, he opened his arms to me. Usually, we’d hug. He and I had never done anything together, but he was naturally flirty, and we’d become somewhat friendly. When I didn’t automatically walk into his arms, he frowned.

“What’s up? Is something wrong?” he asked.

I glanced at Carver. He’d explained that since our relationship was new, he wanted to make people aware first. Those used to hugging or kissing us must know not to take it too far. I agreed with him because I wouldn’t deal well if women kept touching and mauling him. Tajah was fine, just like he didn’t mind Hoss or Mikhail touching me.

“Nothing is wrong. We just need to inform you of a change,”

Carver informed him calmly.

“Go ahead,”

Reuben said cautiously.

“Venus and I are together. I need people to know. That means casual touching is generally okay, depending on the person. In your case, it’s fine. You’re harmless,”

Carver said with a grin.

Reuben’s surprise morphed into pretend indignation. “I’m harmless? Like hell I am. Those are fighting words. I have to defend my masculine honor. Duel at dawn with sabers?”

he asked in mock outrage.

“If you don’t mind dying, sure,”

Carver nonchalantly replied.

I stood there laughing as they went back and forth a few more times before Reuben sobered. “Hey, seriously, congrats. I wish you two the best. Now, move so I can get my hug. I still can, can’t I, V?”

“Yes, you can hug me,”

I assured him. He gave me a nice squeeze and then pretended he was about to kiss me just to tease Carver more. Our drinks came by then, so we carried them off to talk to Reuben more in a quieter spot.

“I’m glad to see you both here. This business with Reef is bullshit. I hate that he’s kept you away and caused you to leave your home. I hope you’re alright, that Mikhail told me when he explained why Reef was being banned.”

“I figured he would. It is ridiculous, but it allowed us to come to conclusions about what we want, so it was good in other ways,”

I told him, glancing over at Carver and winking.

“Then it’s not all bad. Any idea when you can go home?”

“No. He’s still hanging out outside of here, at work, and her apartment,”

Carver told him.

“Christ, those kinds of people make me want to make them disappear. No matter if he did leave you alone, he’d go on to do it again. His kind always finds someone to fixate on. But enough of that talk. You’re here to have fun and relax. Go out and enjoy. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,”

Reuben said as he stood to walk away.

That made both of us laugh and say at the same time, “Then nothing is off limits.”

Reuben winked, nodded, then walked off.

From there, we slowly made our way through the massive second level. We paused to watch performances by some of the employees or scenes being enacted by other patrons. No matter how often I came to a club, I always found something to enjoy and learned something new.

Suddenly, I heard Carver’s name called. There was a man several feet away. He was moving toward us as he smiled. While he made his way through the people, Carver quickly told me who he was.

“That’s Iker, the man providing the men watching Reef. He finally took Hoss up on his offer to check out the club a few months back. He enjoyed it so much, which Hoss knew he would, that Hoss sponsored him to be a patron. You should meet him.”

“Oh, God, yes. I want to.”

When Iker reached us, he held out his hand to Carver, who took it and gave it a firm handshake. When Carver let go, Iker looked at me. “This is the lovely Alexandra. I’ve been dying to meet you. You’re far more beautiful than your photos, and they were stunning. I’m Iker Sullivan,” he said.

As I gave my hand to him, he surprised me by raising it to his mouth. Before his lips could meet my skin, Carver halted him.

“That’s my woman’s hand you’re about to kiss. I’ll give you this one pass since you didn’t know, but if you had ideas about her, get rid of them, Iker. I’ve heard how you are with the ladies around here. She and I are exclusive.”

Iker’s eyes widened, and then he shook his head after placing a brief kiss on my hand. “I can’t believe he nailed you down so fast. I’ve been coming here for four months. Where have you been hiding? I think he had an unfair advantage. He used Cady, didn’t he? He got her to tell you a sob story, and you felt sorry for him, so you said yes to him.”

The way his eyes twinkled as he said it made me burst out laughing.

“Hey, don’t encourage him. If you do, he’ll stick to you like a tick,”

Carver warned me.

Rather than upsetting Iker, it made him preen as if he had been complimented. Eventually, I settled, and we got serious.

“Seriously, though, I did want to meet you. You are beautiful, and Carver is fortunate. I wanted to make sure you knew who I was and reassure you that we’ll find a way to get rid of the real tick in your life and let you return to living freely. I have men watching him around the clock. They switch out.”

“I thank you so much, but this can’t continue forever. I asked Hoss to speak to you about it. He won’t tell me what it costs. I know it’s not cheap. I think if Reef hasn’t given up, he won’t. Not until we find a way to make him. It’s a waste of money and your men’s time to follow and watch him constantly. We know he’s haunting here, my place, and work. They need to be freed up to work on other cases.”

“I can’t do that as long as Hoss asks me to do it. And before you ask me to bill you or tell you what I’m charging, which is at the friend’s discount rate, I won’t do it. If Hoss Man wants to spend some of his moldy money, we should let him. It’s giving my newer guys much-needed lessons in patience and stealth. I’m using Reef as a training exercise.”

I knew by the look he gave me that he wouldn’t budge, so we switched subjects. He and I talked about what we were most surprised by when we first came to the club and what we loved about it. I told him how it compared to the one in Pensacola. Hands down, Lustz was the best. We talked to him for a good fifteen minutes or so before he excused himself.

Before coming, Carver had checked to see if his sister had plans to be here tonight. She’d assured him no. He didn’t tell her that we were coming as a couple. He left her with the impression he was bringing me as my ride. I warned him she might hurt him when she discovered the truth. He said it would be fun to hear her threats.

We’d been there over an hour when my attention was caught by a scene being performed on the same stage I’d been on the last time with Reef. It was two men and a woman. The men were clearly in control, and the woman was submitting to them. I wanted to see how the two guys worked together so as not to overshadow each other. When Carver noticed what had my attention, he groaned. He shook his head.

“What is it?” I asked.

“I hope those two know what they’re getting themselves into with her. If they aren’t careful, she could be a problem.”

“Why? How do you know? Have you played with her before?”

I tried to keep my voice neutral so he wouldn’t know I wasn’t pleased to meet anyone he’d been with, though it was bound to happen.

“No, but I know who she is. Her name is Sylvia. Before Mikhail met Tajah, he parted ways with his sub, Tessa. They weren’t exclusive or anything, but they’d been together a while. It was a mutual parting. Anyway, Sylvia wanted Mikhail in the worst way, and she kept after him to make her his new submissive. Even after he told her no and was with Taj, she kept at it until he almost kicked her out. Thankfully, she stopped going after him, or she’d be banned if Taj hadn’t beaten her to death first. Sylvia likes to become possessive, whether she’s been with someone or not.”

“If that’s her MO, wouldn’t those men know it?”

“I don’t know. They’ve been here less than a year. I haven’t seen them with her before, but that doesn’t mean anything.”

“Who are they?”

“They go by Odin and Atlas. That’s all I know.”

As I watched, I was impressed with how the two guys managed the scene. Sylvia was receiving a lot of sexual gratification if the way she was moaning and acting was true. But she wasn’t the best at listening or following the dictates of her Doms. It made me think the men weren’t getting what they needed. I caught more than a few frowns they exchanged between them, which led me to believe they might not have played with Sylvia before and possibly wouldn’t again.

When the scene came to an end, she had orgasmed more than once, but Atlas and Odin didn’t have sex with her. When they left the platform, she was behind them. I heard her as they passed, pleading with them to fuck her. They were encouraging her to come along so they could give her aftercare. I felt bad for them. There were very few things I hated more than being left unfulfilled after playing. When Carver and I talked through everything today, I discovered he was the same.

The sound of someone moaning as something slapped their skin drew us to another performance. This performance was two women in the midst of impact play. The primary one was using her hand and a paddle to spank the other. While both methods were acceptable, after a few times, your hand would hurt. When I did it, I liked to use several different implements to make it more interesting and to give my sub a variety of sensations.

However, their play did have a huge plus. The sound and the moans were turning me on. The soft groan that escaped Carver and his swift inhalation told me he was, too. Reaching over, I placed my hand boldly on his crotch without looking. The lump there told me I was right. He inhaled deeply.

“Would my Devoted One like to go somewhere we can get more comfortable and see if I can help you with this?”

I asked huskily.

His head instantly dropped, and he responded softly. “Yes, if my Domina would like to help me, your Devoted One would enjoy that immensely.”

Hearing him call me the honorific of Domina made me even hornier. I’d wanted to jump him since this morning, but we held off. Thinking about what I wanted to do to him made it worse. And after watching the impact play, I knew what I wanted tonight. There was no need to rush into trying everything at once. Taking his hand, I went to a nearby Disciple.

“Excuse me, but is it possible that the Impact Room is available? If not, we’ll take a general room.”

If I’d known what we wanted tonight, I would’ve reserved it. Several general rooms were set up with various toys to play with, no matter your preferences.

“Let me double-check, Patroness. I’ll be right back,”

she said before walking away. She went to speak to the floor manager. It wasn’t long before she returned and was smiling.

“Patroness, the Impact Room is available for the next hour and a half. If you need anything, please let me know.”

“Thank you, Disciple, I will.”

Without saying a word, I led Carver to the Impact Room. Taking him inside, I shut the door. The covering on the window into the room was open. I went to it and lowered it. When I turned back to him, he stood where I left him. His head was bowed. He wasn’t kneeling in a classic submissive pose because it wasn’t one that I required, and I’d told him that. The head down was his thing, not mine, but I found it sexy.

“Devoted One, tonight I want you to submit to me, and it’s for my eyes only. However, there will be times when I want to show off how obedient and sexy you are. I want to share how I bring you pleasure, and you bring me the same. To have others watch as I make you come for me, and you make me come. However, this first time, I want you all to myself. No one can see or hear us. You’re at my mercy. Is there anything I just said you don’t want? Or is there something I should know before we begin? Am I free to touch you in all the ways we discussed earlier? And to make your body mine?”

I watched him shiver. Before he could answer, I demanded, “Look at me when you answer.”

His head came up, and when his eyes met mine, I saw the desire there. He was totally in for this. The shiver wasn’t one of fear or dislike. The way his cock was pressing against the zipper of his leather pants further told me that he was very aroused.

“I want everything you said and more. I’m willing and eager to submit to you, Domina. Please touch me in all the ways we talked about. My body is yours.”

“Good. Then the first thing is, I want those clothes gone. They’re hiding your body, and I don’t like that. Remove your things and place them neatly folded on that chair. When you’re done, come and stand right here and wait. I want to inspect you.”

I pointed to the spot where I wanted him to stand.

As he began to remove his clothing and shoes, I inspected the implements I had. I kept on my clothes because they would keep me in the right headspace while I worked to get Carver to a feverish peak. I wanted him to be begging not only for me to do more but to fuck him. If I were naked, I’d be tempted too soon to end it. That had never been an issue for me in the past, but one night with him was enough to know it would be with Carver.

Just recalling how it felt as he played with my tits, ate my pussy, and fucked me last night had my nipples hard nubs and my pussy slick. I had no panties on under my dress to get wet with my honey. Quickly deciding which ones to use on him, I turned around. He was walking toward me. When he reached the designated spot, he stopped and stood there, not saying a word.

“Good. Now, what I want is for you to look up as we play. I need to be able to see your eyes so I know you’re okay. When I ask you if you are, I expect the truth. Don’t lie. I’ll be disappointed if you do. It makes me happy when you tell me the truth and do as you’re told. I’m happy that you folded your clothes so nicely.”

“Yes, Domina.”

“Before we begin, I want to see how hard you are. Hold your cock at the base.”

He complied. It was more so I could taste him than see. His erection was very noticeably evident. Our second round last night had started with me sucking his cock. He hadn’t come in my mouth, but I got to taste hints of what his cum was like. Soon, I’d have him shoot his load in my mouth so I would know.

I leaned over at the waist, which allowed me to get to his cock. I was pleased to see it was fully engorged, dripping with precum, and the flared head was dark red. I opened up and swirled my tongue once around the head of his cock. His swift inhalation that was immediately cut off told me he liked it. Before doing more, I added another instruction.

“I need to hear if you like or dislike something. Don’t hold back your responses.”

“I won’t hold back.”

Wanting more, since that small taste wasn’t enough, I swirled my tongue again, then closed my mouth and took a long suck. He groaned, and his cock jumped in my mouth. Hating to stop, but I couldn’t let either of us come. I let go. Straightening, I reached up. I grabbed the back of his hair and pulled his head down to reach his mouth. I kissed him, thrusting my tongue inside his mouth., I teased his tongue before withdrawing.

“Did you taste how good your cum is?”

“Yes.”

“You’re being good, so I shared. I won’t always.”

Taking his hand, I tugged, and he moved with me. I walked him across the room to stand before what I was pleased was in there. It was a padded St. Andrews cross. It was used in a variety of BDSM play. This one was padded all over and had wrist and ankle cuffs attached.

“I want you to step up and spread your arms and legs so I can secure you to this. You need to face the cross,”

I instructed.

Carver did as I asked, and in no time, I had him snugly secured. Once he was, I ran my hands all over his back, outlining the contours of his muscles. I worked my hands down to his ass. He had a runner’s or swimmer’s body, but his ass was plump and taut. Making my first swing, I slapped my hand against an ass cheek. He jerked. I rubbed my hand over the place I slapped, then squeezed it.

“You have a juicy ass that I want to spank, fondle, and squeeze. Mmm, so firm and tight. It makes me wonder how much you can take before you break. How much before you beg me to let you come? I’m warning you. If you don’t hold out long enough, and I’m not satisfied, we’ll start over, and I’ll keep doing it until I’ve had enough. If you come without permission, we’re done, and you won’t get to fuck me tonight or tomorrow. Make me proud, Devoted One. Hold out,”

I whispered in his ear.

He moaned, and I heard him faintly mutter, “I’ll make you proud.”

Knowing my hand would be sore if I smacked too many times, I only allowed myself one more on the opposite ass cheek. Then began my torture. I went to get the first item I wanted to use and brought it back. It was hard the way he was to see fully over his shoulder, and when I kept my hand hidden, he had no idea what I held.

It was an everyday item and one that I loved to spank with and to be spanked with. Yes, I was into receiving it and giving impact play. It was a wooden hairbrush. It was made of hard, smooth wood that wouldn’t easily break or split.

I didn’t immediately hit his ass. I liked to pepper my swats over different areas of the body and use variable intensity levels. In places like ribs and those over bony prominences like shoulder blades, I went softer. I wasn’t trying to be a sadist. I tapped and slapped it randomly, so he wasn’t expecting it when I finally brought it down on his ass. He jerked. After several of them, I went to the next pervertible. This was a leather tawse, a strip of leather split into two tails.

The sounds Carver was making were ramping my desire higher and higher. His cock was dripping precum down on the floor. If I didn’t think he might get off, I would’ve gotten down and sucked the head clean. By the time I’d taken him through a school-style paddle and a leather strap after the brush and tawse, I knew it was time to stop. We had been at it for a good thirty minutes. If I didn’t get these clothes off and him inside of me, I was going to lose my mind.

Working as fast as my shaking hands would allow, I undid the restraints. Knowing he would be riding a high and likely weak in the legs because I always was after something like this, I held onto him.

“You did such a great job, so good, Devoted. Let’s move over here. I want you to lie down on the chaise. Rest. I’ll get you a drink.”

Once he was lying down, I got a cold bottle of water from the mini-fridge in the room and gave it to him, but only after I took a swig. As he relaxed and drank, I put the implements aside together so they could be cleaned. Then, I entered the bathroom attached to the room. I began to undress. I did it there because I was so excited. If I did it out in front of him, I’d jump him before getting my dress half off. I forced myself to go slow.

My tits ached. My nipples throbbed, but it was nothing compared to how my pussy throbbed. I had my cum running down my thighs halfway to my knees. After taking a few deep breaths, I walked back out. Carver’s eyes drank me in thirstily. He put down his water and slightly leaned forward on the chaise.

When I reached him, I noted his pupils were fully dilated. He was still feeling the arousal. His cock hadn’t deflated either. I cupped my tits and squeezed them before tugging on the rings in each one. I moaned so he knew it felt good. I saw his hand twitch, but he didn’t move it to touch himself or me. His control was impressive. One day, I’d have to push and see if I could make him break.

As he stared at me, I lowered a hand and swiped my fingers through my folds, collecting my stickiness. When I held up my hand, it was easy to see I was very wet. A small moan slipped out of him. I reached toward him, placing my hand mere inches from his mouth. I knew he’d be able to smell me, too.

“Would you like a taste, Devoted?”

“If my Domina wants me to.”

“You’ve been very good and made me happy. Your Domina would like to reward you.”

Carver grabbed my hand and brought it the rest of the way to his mouth, but he didn’t shove all my fingers inside at once. Instead, he took his time licking and sucking each digit clean. By the time he was finished, I’d had enough of playing. Pulling my hand away, I straddled his lap. I reached down to grasp his cock, and when it touched my entrance, I thrust myself down on him. We both cried out at the incredible sensations it caused in both of us.

Staring hard into his eyes, I gave my final command. “Carver, I need you to fuck me as hard and any way you want. Just make me come,” I panted.

“Thank God,”

he said hoarsely. His hands grabbed and kneaded my ass as his mouth latched onto my tit.

As I rode him, he suckled me, playing with my nipple rings and playing with my ass. He ran his finger over my asshole teasingly several times, but he didn’t penetrate it. I held onto his shoulders, using them as leverage to lift and sink onto him. His cock was stretching my pussy so much, and his magical cross was rubbing over my G-spot perfectly.

My stomach was beginning to tighten, signaling I was getting close to an orgasm. He must’ve sensed it because he gripped my hips and lifted me off him. I whimpered in protest. The next thing I knew, I was kneeling on the chaise, and he was standing behind me, slamming himself in and out of me. This allowed him to go even deeper, and I went wilder. The loud sounds of our flesh coming together, the pants, moans, groans, and growls, combined with the smell of us, were unbelievable. I’d never been this aroused and needy for sex in my entire life.

“Please, hurry,”

I pleaded. I could barely breathe.

He leaned over my back and nipped my ear before growling, “Come for me, Alexandra. Take all this cum and wring me dry. It’s all for you.”

Three more hard, deep thrusts, and I detonated. I screamed so hard and long that it made my throat sore. Carver roared my name, and he jerked several times, flooding my pussy with a copious amount of warm cum. By the time I was done coming, I couldn’t hold myself up. I sank onto the chaise. He went with me, and we lay together, recovering and floating in utter bliss.