In the dark room, there was stillness except for the loud, thumping bass lines that
pulsed through the room. A spotlight shone down just in front of Jackie, emphasizing the
cold stone floor before her. Curtains hung along the walls, hiding most of the toys that
were normally visible.
Annoyance and arousal set in from the pounding music that sent vibrations straight
to her swollen pussy.
The room smelled of cinnamon and violet. Jackie knew in this particular club that
the tops could create a full scene with their bottoms through utilization of incense and a
mixture of candles. Obviously, someone had been doing their homework since they'd
focused on two of her favorite scents.
Jackie lay on her stomach on a wooden table, spread eagled and filled with a smooth,
huge cock that arched her hips upward, giving perfect access for anyone to come behind her
and fuck her ass. Her chin rested on a padded leather headrest that forced her head into a
natural tilt downward.
Her legs were attached to boards that could swivel at the request of the top,
thereby granting them access to whatever orifice they wanted to fuck. "Ugh."
She was so not an anal sex person unless she wore the strap on.
Her breasts swung freely between the two padded boards that were specifically
designed so that someone could attach nipple weights or clamps to the breasts of the
submissive. Or they could press the velvet covered board upwards so that pointed nipples
brushed against the material to cause extra stimulation.
Jackie struggled against the bonds but the leather cut into her flesh. She was
naked except for the black hair tie that held deep burgundy hair in a straight braid down
her back.
Sweat broke out on her brow. She closed her eyes and tried to remember what landed
her here in the first place.
The memory of fighting Collin to avoid this was still fresh in her mind.
"You'll submit to me the way a good submissive in Dominant's clothing
would." Glaring at her through thin slits of his eyes, he practically growled the
words when he reached for her hair and tugged her to her knees.
Jackie hated him for it though her body certainly responded. Her pussy was wet when
she walked into the room, it always was when she faced a man of his stature and had been
given an opportunity to put him at her feet; his rightful place.
She'd seen him outside the club with a buxom brunette and he was on her leash.
Still dressed in a suit that molded to his body, he followed the smaller woman around
until they'd disappeared into a private room.
It took Jackie a moment for reality to sink in.
Powerful men needed a release from the rigors of corporate life.
Of course her nerves needed him, needed to control him.
He'd approached her later that night.
She'd agreed to meet him and play with him for an hour. Seeing him down on his
knees, she kept her composure about until Collin stood.
His sheer size and height too her breath away.
His full height towered over her by a good food. Barefoot, he was a solid wall of
muscle, dressed only in black leather pants and a huge cloak that flowed over broad
shoulders. In the florescent light, oil gave his skin a sheen that emphasized every
muscle, nook and cranny over his well built frame.
Dark lashes swept over perfect silver eyes that held no fear. His lips were pursed
together in a thin line that begged for kisses if she ever allowed herself to succumb to
those desires.
It was a rare submissive that made her crave their taste.
His sheer size alone was an unfair advantage. But Jackie had her share of men his
size and brought them to their knees, begging for her dominance.
Tonight however was different. She felt it in her stomach the moment their eyes
met.
The moment she commanded him to kneel in her dominant voice, he ignored her.
She stepped closer, reaching for his shoulder. The spark from the connection was
instant when she touched him.
Lust stirred in her belly like nothing she'd ever felt before.
But she was denied her wish when she attempted to push him down on his knees.
Instead, she was met with resistance.
She retracted her touch and glared, her voice awash in coldness. "I could
leave."
"You won't." He spoke as though the statement were fact.
She huffed. Turning on her heels, she spun around and headed for the door to the
room.
One hand clamped down on her shoulders, pressing a thumb and forefinger into her
neck. "You're here to learn to submit to your true nature, Jackie. Not to be a
flake."
Pressure on her neck forced sickness into her stomach. Her vision blurred. Then
her world went blank.
When she awoke, Jackie discovered she was able to move her head around enough to see
they'd moved to a different room in the club.
The light went out.
Startled, Jackie sucked in a breath. Her nipples brushed against something that
irritated the taut peaks into hard points and sent waves of pleasure in a line down her
spine.
Rocking her hips onto the phallus, she clenched her muscles together in attempt to
relieve the pressure in her pussy.
It didn't help. The phallus had an extension of some sort that brushed across
her clit with every movement she made.
She raised her head in frustration. "Damnit!"
The door behind her opened, calling her attention back to the present. Her head spun
around just enough to see the cloaked figure enter the room, his bare feet padding against
the stone tiles.
"Good evening." His voice was cool like water laced with ecstasy. Just
those two words spoken had her skin itching with desire as his voice was the only other
thing in the room that vibrated against the walls and her body.
His tone resonated deep within her body.
Squirming against her bonds, she spoke with a whine. "Let me go. I'm a
Mistress. This is not proper for me!"
A hand caressed her calf.
Jumping, she tensed but didn't move. A mistress had control over her body.
Fingers crept further up the length of her calf. "Very nice, Jackie.
You're a very gorgeous woman. Especially when you're trussed up like
this."
She strained harder against her restraints in effort to get him off her but it was
no use.
He had her bound so tight that the leather cut into her flesh. Heat pooled around
the affected areas. If she struggled more, she'd cut open flesh and bleed.
Or cum.
The stupid phallus irritated her pussy with every attempt to move.
"While a lesser woman would take the compliment, I'm demanding you release
me. It's policy to–"
A hand landed on her ass, echoing throughout the room and silencing her.
Her head jerked up. She swore smoke fumed from her nose and her eyes had flames
dancing in them.
The hand caressed her backside. "I did not tell you that you could
speak."
Her body jerked and her breath hitched in her throat. Ire built inside her, pooling
low in her belly and mixing with angry desire. "You don't tell me
anything."
SWAT! Five more spankings landed on her ass.
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