Page 23 of Danger and Dominance (Black Fox Security Doms #1)

Cassidy

Daring to brat at Master David should have felt more dangerous than it did. The fact that she was more excited than fearful meant she trusted him more than she’d realized. Part of her knew she was testing him, just a bit, to make sure that he was everything he seemed…

She hadn’t needed to worry.

He didn’t get upset. Or yell. Or immediately lash out at her.

Instead, he chuckled with clear amusement and gave her butt another little pat before stepping back.

A corner of her mind was braced for serious impact in case his initial reaction was to lull her into complacency.

The flogger fell again, harder this time, thudding against her skin, stinging her shoulders and upper back, but it was by no means a vicious strike. It was still meant for her enjoyment. Part of the reason Cassidy enjoyed the flogger was because it was almost like a massage.

David was very, very good at it.

Not too hard, not too soft; he’d found the place that was just right.

Her nipples and pussy throbbed in time with the flogging.

The tight grip of the clamps had faded, the little buds numbed somewhat from being pinched so tightly.

Sparks of the stinging pinch returned when she squirmed, and the chain bounced, gravity tugging at the clamps as the chain between them moved.

Swinging it over and over, the leather rain pattered against her skin, again making her wish that she didn’t have to hold on to the bar. That she could truly let herself go, let herself be free…

But that required either a very different position or some kind of bondage to help her hold herself in place.

The flogger paused, and Master David came closer again. She sensed his movement even though she couldn’t see it. Felt his hand before it touched the now-sensitized skin on her shoulders and upper back. Bit back a moan as he ran his callused fingers over the pinked spots he’d just flogged.

“What color are you, little spark?”

“Green, Sir.”

The stoplight method of communicating the experience was what had saved her at Stronghold. It was a common way of keeping in touch between dominant and submissive, and everyone knew that ‘red’ meant stop.

Cassidy had only said it once.

She shuddered.

“Good girl,” Master David said, running his hand down her back again, bringing her back to the present and pushing her memories of the past out of her head. “Now spread your legs a little more. I want your feet wider apart.”

A widened stance meant her upper body was stretched out more, her breasts thrust out in front of her, and the tight fabric of her skirt inched upward.

The little coverage she had over her butt threatened to give up entirely and show him and anyone who might be watching a nice view of her lacy thong.

It stopped just short of rolling up over her curves as she settled into place.

“Good, right there.”

Cassidy jumped, squealing, as the flogger hit the inside of her thighs.

For some reason, even with the widened stance, she hadn’t been expecting it.

Her breasts bounced with her, far more heavily than when she’d been squirming.

She squealed again as the chain tugged on her nipples, reigniting the sharp sting from being clamped.

The flogger itself hadn’t actually hurt that much more than on her shoulder blades. The skin of her inner upper thighs was so much more sensitive than her shoulders, but he hadn’t swung the flogger as hard. Mostly, it had surprised her.

“Back in position, Cassidy.” The flogger snapped at the backs of her legs, the knots hitting her thighs just under the hem of her skirt.

Spreading her legs again, her pussy quivered with needy arousal.

This was supposed to be a platonic scene. The same kind of scene she’d had since leaving Don.

Sure, there had been times she’d gotten aroused during a scene before—she was human; it happened—but it hadn’t felt like this.

The need hadn’t been so great. The desire hadn’t been so overwhelming.

She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been this aroused.

It was long before she’d been rescued from Don, if she’d ever even felt this way with him. And she wasn’t sure she had.

The flogger flicked up between her legs again, some of the strands catching the plump edges of her pussy, barely protected by the scrap of fabric over them. She moaned, pushing her hips back as much as she could.

More.

She wanted—needed—more.

The leather snapped at her tender flesh, adding to the tumult of sensations, to the pain and the pleasure swirling inside her.

Master David moved his aim back and forth between her legs and her shoulders, pausing occasionally to check in on her.

A hand on the back of her shoulders. One sweeping up and down between her legs, checking the warmth emanating from her skin, but not touching her pussy. The tease was horrendous.

Then, the flogging began to slow. He was bringing her down from the high rather than pushing her over the edge. Letting her simmer. Letting her slow. Cassidy wanted to scream from frustration… but this was the deal.

This time, when he stepped forward to check on her, she didn’t tell him ‘green.’

“How are you feeling, little spark?”

“Sparky,” she replied, which didn’t really make sense, but somehow she had the feeling that he understood. She could hear the strain, the need in her voice, which made her wonder if he had heard it, too.

He laughed, but it was different this time. Not just amused. As if she’d made him think.

“Hold still, little spark,” he murmured. This time, when he stepped away, the flogger didn’t come down again. Instead, a moment later, he stepped up behind her, one arm wrapping around her torso, the other one going down between her legs, under her skirt.

Her thong was already soaked through, and she knew he had to feel it when he pressed his fingers over her mound.

But he wasn’t trying to finger her. The moment he touched her, he must have pressed a button on the tiny vibrator that was now on his fingers. The vibrations against her clit were shocking, making her go up on her tiptoes as the sensations hit her hard and fast.

It was strong as hell, merciless against her sensitive flesh, and her thong did absolutely nothing to protect her.

She arched, crying out, pressing her ass back against him.

The hard ridge of his erection nestled between her buttocks, his hot breath wafting over her neck.

He wasn’t panting, but he was breathing hard, and she could feel every one of his breaths as his chest moved against her sensitive back.

The arm around her torso shifted, and then one of the clamps released her nipple.

Pain and pleasure pulsed through the tiny bud as blood flow surged, plumping the crushed nubbin. At the same time, Master David circled her clit with the vibrator. Then he took off the other clamp.

Her nipples pulsed.

Her pussy clenched.

Her senses were rioting, her body reacting, and she felt him moving against her as he cupped her ribs with the hand that was holding the clamps. She could feel them dangling from the chain where it was pressed against her side, the cool chain digging into her.

If only he’d touch her breasts again…

Not that it mattered.

The tumult of sensations coalesced into a single point of pure ecstasy, then burst over her as he pressed the vibrator firmly against her clit.

She cried out, moving against the little toy, against his fingers, rubbing her ass across his cock, utterly wanton and utterly uncaring that they’d agreed to a platonic scene.

It was all she could do to hold on to the bar and not let her hands drop as her climax peaked and fell, and she was left gasping and quivering for air.

“Good little spark,” Master David murmured in her ear.

The vibrator turned off, and her knees went weak as she whimpered.

She felt… good.

So good.

And a little woozy.

This was the most intense scene she’d experienced in a long, long time. In a good way. A really good way.

Closing her eyes, she leaned back against Master David and let him take care of her. Trusting that he would.

David

His dick hated him with the passion of a thousand suns, and he couldn’t blame it.

His balls were so blue, they might as well be royalty.

He’d been about two seconds away from embarrassing the hell out of himself and cumming in his pants. The only thing that had saved him had been movement out of the corner of his eye, catching his attention, and when he turned his head, he’d seen Claudia still watching.

Still keeping an eye on things.

If it hadn’t been for that, he really might have jizzed in his pants. Which he would have never lived down.

Already, he could hear Claudia’s voice in his head.

Platonic, my ass.

At least he’d managed to keep from getting his dick wet. He was going to be clinging to that distinction. He hadn’t penetrated her in any way, not even with his fingers.

But he couldn’t worry about Claudia right now or what his team would think. He had walked all over the line tonight, but hopefully, he hadn’t crossed it. He was going to need to step back and reassess the situation, but first, he had a submissive who needed aftercare.

Juggling Cassidy, his bag, and her corset wasn’t easy, but thankfully, one of the club submissives saw his struggle and came over to help. Veronica carried his bag and Cassidy’s corset while he scooped up Cassidy into his arms. She snuggled into his shoulder with a sigh, making his chest tighten.

He liked the feel of her in his arms a little too much.

The aftercare corner was set back behind the stairs, with plenty of squishy love seats, one big couch, and a smattering of oversized armchairs.

There were stacks of blankets set between the furniture and two fridges—one on either side of the room—stocked with a variety of non-alcoholic beverages and snacks.

Next to the fridges were shelves with more snacks that didn’t need to be refrigerated.

The room was fairly empty at the moment, with only a few couples scattered around. David headed to one of the empty love seats. He settled Cassidy onto his lap, leaning over the arm of the loveseat to grab a blanket and pull it up and over them.

Veronica set his bag and her corset down on the couch beside him.

“Thank you, Veronica. Can you grab us a water and a chocolate bar?”

“You’re welcome, Sir.” She winked at him. Not a flirtatious wink. Definitely a ‘I saw you had a good time’ wink. A knowing wink. “And of course.”

David groaned inwardly. The club gossip was definitely going to be making the rounds.

He didn’t usually do aftercare with the submissive on his lap.

Snuggling wasn’t so much his thing. Covering her up with a blanket, getting her a drink and a snack himself, making sure she was taken care of… that was definitely him.

Cuddling?

Not on the agenda.

But Cassidy felt so nice snuggled up against him, and she hadn’t shifted when he’d sat down.

So, he kept his mouth shut as Veronica fulfilled his requests, then scampered out of there, a gleam in her eyes. He was going to have a lot of explaining to do to the rest of his team tomorrow. Maybe to Lincoln, too.

It wasn’t like Cassidy was the normal run of submissive, though.

She had been through some shit. He had to make sure she was taken care of.

And it wasn’t like he never cuddled. He did if it was what the submissive needed.

Granted, Cassidy hadn’t specifically said she’d needed it, but a good Dom also paid attention to body cues and didn’t only go by verbal agreements.

He'd checked in with her throughout the scene, and she’d said green the whole time.

If, at any point, he thought she’d been pushed far enough or that she was in a headspace where she didn’t really know what she was saying, he would have called everything to a halt.

It wouldn’t matter that she was still saying green.

Same thing could go for aftercare. She was all woozy and snuggly and showing him what she wanted rather than having said it out loud.

As a good Dom, it was his duty to provide her with what she seemed to need.

Especially since he’d dropped the ball on negotiating what aftercare would look like before they scened.

So, he had to go by instinct and what she was showing him she needed.

And if he enjoyed the cuddling more than he ought… well, that might be due to his lingering erection. Because he’d been aroused, but he hadn’t gotten off. Even though he’d gotten her off. Because she was the client, and they weren’t going to get involved.

Which showed strength of character.

Sure, David. Everyone is definitely going to buy that.

They would. He would make sure of it. The next time he saw her, he would treat her just like any other client.

And if they scened together, he would make sure that it never went any further than tonight had.

Maybe he would even find her someone else to scene with, now that he was more familiar with her needs.

Right now, he would cuddle her as was his duty.

Then, he’d take a few days to get his head on straight. Maybe more. Not avoiding her, exactly, just giving them both a bit of separation to make sure there wasn’t any confusion about what happens in the club, stays in the club.

Now that he had a plan, David relaxed and leaned back against the couch. He always felt better when he had a plan.

Tomorrow, he’d help his grandmother with her interviews, then take her to church on Sunday and spend some time getting things done around his house. By Monday morning, he’d have his head on straight again.

In the meantime, he’d enjoy the feeling of having a soft, sweet submissive happily burrowed into his chest.