The people I play with, I’ve known for years. I can trust them, or at least I thought I could. I haven’t considered inviting anyone else.
But someone talked, and that’s concerning. I have dirt on all involved, and they’re all a part of the club. We know each other’s tastes.
I don’t know Ron Johnson’s, not for certain, but I know the rumors and how quickly whispers can destroy both reputation and business.
“I would enjoy that,” he tells me, smiling and bidding me farewell.
The tension in my shoulders only tightens until the door closes and he’s out of my sight.
Pausing to regain my composure, I return to what I was doing before. I go to the door to my private closet, where I open up to find Kiersten, her arms bound lightly behind her. She wanted to experience what’s known asshibari, or rope tying, and while she’s not ready for it... I did give her a small taste.
Lunch for me was her exquisite pussy on top of my desk, her legs tied apart in such a way that she couldn’t have stopped me even if she wanted to.
“Did you hear that?” I ask her as I slip my hand between her thighs, rubbing her cunt just enough to feel how hot and bothered she is. I left her on edge. She takes a deep breath and nods. “What do you think? Should I have asked for more than his vacation home in Scotland?”
“I don’t know, Sir. I’m unsure about the details,” she says quietly, squirming lightly. Her lips are parted, and I can practically hear her heart racing. My naïve, sweet submissive. She’s smart, wickedly so, but her desire gets the best of her.
Although I’m partly to blame. My poor little whore needed to come before being hidden in a closet with a single light and forced to stay still and quiet.
“I can teach you,” I tell her, and her eyes light up. I know she’s interested in finance and business. She’s experienced in education but not in this world. “You’d like that?”
“Yes Sir,” she whispers. When I reach down to cup her chin, her wide eyes peer back at me and her chin lifts. She wants to be kissed and fucked and pleasured. This is her hour, after all, and I’ve interrupted it.
I smile, petting her hair. “And Ron Johnson? Do you want him to fuck you like the others do?”
She answers honestly, her gaze dropping and then finding mine again. “I don’t know. With the masks, I wouldn’t know he was even there.”
I chuckle before cocking my head. “Tell me something.”
“Anything, Sir,” she says, whimpering as I reach out and cup her and idly stroke her clit. “Oh, fuck, Sir.” As she moans, she falls slightly into my grasp. With her arms still bound, she’s unable to stay upright.
“Why do you enjoy that?” I ask. “The poker nights,” I clarify as I swallow thickly. I know why I enjoy it and what I think of it all. The others are like toys. They could very easily be vibrators bringing her to the edge, but it’s not quite the same for her. I know because we’ve tried.
“Coming over and over again?” she asks, and I nod. She shivers, her body trembling as she nears another orgasm that’s been long denied. “It’s a helpless feeling, being tied down and used... but it’s exhilarating knowing it’s not going to stop, and a heady feeling knowing ...”
“Knowing what?”
“Knowing that I’m yours and you can do whatever you want to me, allow others to fuck me over and over until I’m nothing but a rag doll... and you’ll still take me to bed, fuck me, and call me yours.”
“Because you are mine.” My tone is low, even warning. I bend down as I speak, kneeling in front of her with one hand on her throat and the other slipping the thin lace out of my way.
She blushes violently. “I know I am, Sir,” she answers with a simper begging to show on her lips.
This woman knows exactly how to touch me, and I’m already rock hard as she looks at me, the silver collar gleaming around her neck.My collar.
My Kiersten.
“Why do you like it?” she asks me.
“I don’t know,” I tell her, inserting a finger into her wet folds. “But the sight of you, from all angles... I’ve never seen anything so addictive in my life. You’re right, they want you, but you’re taking from them. You get off, you get sensitized, and I enjoy every moan and every expression on your face knowing damn well that by the end of the night, you’ll be coming on my dick over and over, unable to stop yourself.”
I withdraw my finger, freeing myself and sliding my cock into her and making her gasp. “Sir.” Her head falls back. Her arms are still bound, and I help her by moving her legs how I want them, wrapped around me.
“But like a vibrator, they can make you come,” I grunt, and she nods. “And I love the look on your satisfied face after coming so much.” I thrust again, groaning as she quivers around me and her lips part. She loves sex. But she loves what I do to her more.
I thrust again and bury myself deep inside her, deeper than before, and her lips part into a perfect ‘O’. I pretend not to notice.
“Don’t get me wrong, your cunt is perfect and tight when I have you first. But after you’ve been used and every inch of you is sensitive and on edge... I can do anything to you and you give me the sweetest moans.”