Page 22 of Wickedly Played (Checkmate #1)

Chapter Nineteen

SERENA

Max is smart and knows he has pissed me off again.

I know this is the case since he’s there for my protection, but his reception of me is cold.

He’s trying to brace himself for the impact.

Usually, I would freak out after a situation like this happened.

I hate feeling like I’m a toy to someone.

I especially hate feeling like I’m nothing more than a hole.

Even as a sex worker, I build emotional entanglements with my clients. I feel for them in ways I couldn’t explain to someone else. It may sound strange to the layperson, but I fill a void for my clients, providing them with something they lack in their real lives.

Stella, Katie, Tom, and Deacon are waiting for me at the edge of the dance floor. It is Stella and Deacon who take my hands to lead me to one of the rooms in the back of the venue hall. Max is following behind me, and I don’t dare chance a look at his brooding face. Fuck him.

This entire arrangement was established beforehand, and everyone is aware of their roles. I’m eager to get Stella in some ropes, though.

“Mistress Aphrodite,” Katie greets me. She’s kneeling on the floor with her head bowed, her hands lying open on her thighs, and a little smirk is playing on her lips.

“Yes, lover?” I ask. I point my finger at Stella and then indicate what I want her to do. Her fingers pull the zipper down the back of my dress, and she kisses the back of my neck. “Stella!” I admonish.

“Yes, Mistress Aphrodite?”

“Did I give you permission to kiss me?”

“No, Mistress.”

“What do you think your punishment should be for touching me without permission?” I snap.

Stella looks over at Deacon, who is seated in the chair. I give her a light slap on the face to get her to look at me. “When you are in here, serving me, you are to be looking at me. I am the only one you should concern yourself with. Have I made myself clear, pet?”

Stella’s eyes fill with tears from the shame of making me angry. “Yes, Mistress Aphrodite. You are the only one.”

“Punishment, pet? You lost the chance of making the decision so that I will make it for you. You are to make me come with your tongue and your lips. After, I’m going to tie you to the cross. Are my instructions clear?”

Stella is a beautiful young woman who loves to please me. Her cheeks pinken with color from her arousal. “Yes, Mistress.”

I sit in the bigger chair with my legs spread unashamedly. “Come here, pet. Crawl to me.”

She is on her hands and knees as she crawls in front of me. I love watching her in her natural submissive state. I don’t take my eyes off of her. “Lick my pussy, pet.”

Of course, she is quick to follow my instructions.

Her soft hands are on my thighs to allow her some room to put her mouth on me.

I feel her tongue spread through my pussy lips to flick against my clit.

Over and over again, her dainty but dangerous tongue drives me closer and closer to the edge of climax.

“Yes, lover. You are so good at that. Show me how happy you are to make me come,” I encourage.

Placing my hand on the back of her head, she latches onto my clit, sucking it into her mouth.

Between the pulsating of her lips against me, the sexual tension I have with my bodyguard, and the fact that everyone who is watching has a first-row seat to see how excellent my sub is, I don’t last long.

“I’m coming!” I scream. My thighs bracket her face to hold her in place.

Waves after waves, I feel the molten lava of my arousal flood through my body. I’m shaking in the chair as I finish the ebbing feeling of her licking me. “Yes, baby. You did so good,” I praise. “Go stand in front of the cross, and Deacon is going to fasten you to it.”

Even though he tells me he likes it, I know he’s jealous of how hot I get Stella. She is a dream sub. Additionally, she’s incredibly versatile as a switch for me.

Stella follows my directions perfectly, and Deacon is there to help get her fastened into the binders of the cross. I walk over to one of the cubbies off to the side to grab some rope. Pink or black? I look over to see how beautiful she looks in the amber light… Pink.

“Are you ready for me, lover?”

Tom and Katie are shifting on their heels, eager to get involved.

Tom and Katie are crowd favorites. Their chemistry is beautiful, but Tom hates punishing Katie with physical force, and they come to see me to fill that void.

They’ve been married for a few years, a middle-aged, cute couple, and genuinely look like they are in love with each other.

“Tom,” I snap.

“Yes, Mistress?”

Even though Tom is not my submissive in any way, he still displays the amount of respect I deserve. I saunter over to him, place my hand on his chest, lean in close, and whisper the following command. “Bind Katie to the bed. Stomach down.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Katie!” I command.

“Yes, Mistress?”

“I believe I deserve a thank you for allowing you to be bound in front of me. Don’t you think?”

“Thank you, Mistress.”

After I make sure both of my couples have followed my directions, I stroll over to Deacon and Stella. My ropes are heavy in my hands, and I can’t wait to use them. I begin to tie the knots intricately against her skin. I’m pleased to see that the pink is a nice contrast to her tanned skin.

“Tom! Once you have her bound, I would like you to get her nice and wet. I want her dripping on the bed, about to come.”

Slipping my hand down Stella’s body, I cup her pussy in my hand. She bucks against my chest in approval. “Control yourself, lover,” I warn her.

“Mistress, you feel so good,” she whispers.

I flick her clit a couple of times with my fingers and move my hand away each time she’s about to come. This happens several times. She’s moaning with her head against my chest.

“Could I get a color, please?” I want to make sure the ropes are not too tight and she’s comfortable in her bindings.

“Green,” she murmurs.

“Good girl.” I grab the nipple clamps, pluck her turgid nipples, and then pinch them in the contraption. She screams out in pleasure.

I hear the hum from outside of the display glass from the crowd surrounding us. These two couples are beautifully erotic. I know the crowd is going to love what I have planned next. With a purpose, I stroll over to the closet, grab my cat of nine tails, and test the weight in my hand.

“Pet,” I greet Stella.

“Yes, Mistress?”

“Beg me for how badly you want my whip.”

Stella’s head rolls back to look at me with her pupils blown. I love looking at her. She is gorgeous when she’s this turned on. I can hear Deacon groan in the corner from his own arousal, but he can enjoy the show.

“Please, Mistress. I need to feel your whip. Please whip me.”

I tap my finger against my chin. “I don’t feel like that was very convincing.”

She moans. “Mistress, I need you. Please. Please touch me. Please whip me. Whip me so I feel you after I leave here. I love knowing I have your marks on me after I leave you.”

“You will get five and you will count.”

Placing the whip on the bed next to her bound body, I bring my hand back across her ass cheek to warm her flesh up to get ready for the beating she’s about to receive.

Stella can handle the punishment pretty well, and we’ve never had an issue before.

I love how she submits to me. It is the greatest gift.

“Five, Mistress,” she moans loudly with her bottom lip tucked between her teeth.

My hand brushes against her heated skin. Bending at the waist, I bite her cheek while grabbing the whip. “Make sure you count and then thank me.”

My arm rears back with a crack through the air as the whip connects with her skin.

She bows her back each time as she follows directions.

On the fifth one, she’s panting, moaning, and begging me to finish her off.

Deacon is pacing off to the side of the room with his hand in his pants as if he can relieve some of her pressure.

It isn’t going to work. Stella is mine to play with right now.

“You did beautifully, baby.”

For the next five minutes, I continue my assault on her clit.

Each time I feel her contract around my hand, I move my fingers away from where she wants me.

Katie and Stella’s moans are loud throughout the room, echoing off the soundproof walls.

I love it when they are both about to come at the same time.

“Do not let her come, Tom,” I order.

“Please, Mistress!”

“No, Katie. You will wait for me.”

Stella’s head is lolling against my collarbone. “Color?”

“Yellow,” she whimpers.

Immediately, I step away from her and have Deacon come up. Deacon unfastens the bindings, picks her up, places her on the chair that she ate me out on, and then sticks his face between her thighs. She’s sopping wet from her arousal.

You’re welcome, Deacon.

After locating the whip I would like to use for Katie, I stroll over to her. “Did you follow directions?” I question.

“Mistress, please. I beg you. Let me come.”

“Do you want my whip today, Katie?”

She nods. “Please!” Her head is turned over so she’s looking at me from her peripheral vision. “I want it. I need it. I need you, Mistress Aphrodite.”

“Why do you think you deserve it?” I’m taunting her.

Katie’s eyes are hooded with desire. “Please. I missed you so much, and I need to feel you. I need to be reminded of how I feel with you after we’ve left.”

“Very well. If you can come from the whip, I will eat your pussy so good.”

Each time I bring the whip against her pretty skin, she mewls from pleasure.

Katie loves a little pain to increase her pleasure when she’s feeling out of control in her life.

I love that Katie and Tom are able to be open with me regarding what they need in their relationship.

Tom doesn’t want me to touch her sexually all of the time, but he loves that I can get her off through the pain.

“Lover, can you give me a color?”

“Green,” she moans. I bring the whip down three more times before letting it drop.

“Tom,” I order. “Finish her off and then provide her with the appropriate aftercare.”

I reach over to the fridge to grab a few water bottles and fruit trays for clients to share with their partners.

This is the part of the evening that I usually leave them to finish their aftercare together.

When it is just me and Stella, I will provide her with it…

It's my favorite part about the dynamic we have together.

Once everything is set out for them, I grab my robe off the chair, slip it on, and then walk out of the room. Max is hot on my heels. I chance a glance at him to see his jaw is grinding together like he’s struggling with something more than he’s willing to let on.

“Are you okay?” I ask. I’m still mad at him, but I’m not completely heartless. I know it is hard to see this relationship unfold when you’re not in this lifestyle.

His hand grips my elbow to prevent me from walking away from him. I’m pushed against the wall behind me with Max looming over me. “That was the hottest fucking thing I have ever seen.”

Smiling, I place a manicured hand on his chest. “Thanks. I have good clients.”

His breath fans over my cheek like feathers. I feel him sucking in a deep breath with his lips dusting over my neck. “You even smell as tempting as you look, sweetness.”

“Max,” I moan out. “Please.”

“Yes?”

“Stop toying with me,” I beg.

He winks. “I love it when you beg for me. It makes me rock fucking hard to hear you beg.”

“Is that what you want?” I ask with a raised eyebrow. “Do you want me to beg?”

“Come on, sweetness. This is too good.”

I’m drunk on lust and thinking with my pussy. “Tell me.”

His lips curve sadistically. “I just wonder who provides you with aftercare. Who is checking in on you?”

“Is that something you wish you could do for me?”

A throat clears in the hallway and shatters the moment we are in.