Chapter 3
CHAPTER THREE
She looked at the silly cup he held and back to the man before her. He really wanted to play with her. Almost a month had passed since she had last done a scene with someone. She didn’t enjoy playing with sadists, and most of the other Dominants had partnered up. She occasionally scened with Scott, and they liked each other, but nothing beyond that. She longed for her own Dom, just like Laura, and now Suzie, had. She didn’t begrudge them their happiness, but it seemed unfair, since they’d joined the club after she had. She wanted a lifetime relationship, too.
Sonja tentatively took the cup from his hand and brought the straw to her mouth. As soon as the sweet, tangy liquid touched her tongue, she realized how thirsty she had been—for more than a drink.
Before Sonja knew it, she had finished her juice and earned another “good girl” from Derek. She studied him and raised an eyebrow. “What now, Sir?”
He narrowed his eyes at her, and after a slight pause, she amended, “What now, Daddy?” When would she get up the nerve to explain that it freaked her out to call him that? The last time she had seen her own father was when her mother had been diagnosed with cancer, and he’d never wanted Sonja anyway.
“Does the title bother you?” He seemed genuinely interested in Sonja’s answer.
How much do I want to tell him? “Look, Derek—Sir—Daddy, I don’t know you. I—” Sonja was not sure how to continue.
“Sonja?” The tender tone of his voice had her looking up into his expressive hazel eyes, and her breath caught. “Although it’s smart of you to be cautious with what you tell a stranger, I do think it’s imperative in BDSM to be open with each other. I expect you to answer truthfully or you can say ‘I’m not comfortable with answering that question, Daddy.’ You can call me Sir, for now, although Daddy is what I prefer.”
His straightforward reaction pleased her, so she answered, “I’ve never tried ageplay, so calling someone Daddy seems odd to me.”
He made a noncommittal sound as he studied her, and she had the disconcerting suspicion he knew what she wasn’t saying.
“Okay, let’s keep it Sir,” he conceded without waiting for her to elaborate further. At her sigh of relief, he arched an eyebrow and added in a foreboding tone, “For now.”
“Yes, Sir,” Sonja answered.
“How long have you been a member?” Derek asked.
“Five years now.” She was glad to keep the conversation casual. She wasn’t ready to get into anything personal yet. Time to turn the tables. “You’re new here, but you don’t seem new to the lifestyle. Where have you been playing before this?”
“I’ve been in the lifestyle for years. I was in a long-term relationship until about a year and a half ago, and I wasn’t ready to get back into the scene until just recently. The breakup hit me pretty hard. It’s part of the reason I moved to Kansas City.”
Sonja relaxed as they talked about the club and its need for volunteers, their likes and dislikes, and previous experiences.
Derek rose from his stool and held out a hand to Sonja. She was closed off about her private life, but her answers about the lifestyle and the things she did and didn’t enjoy were open and honest. The Daddy Dom in him wanted to pry her open and fix the hurt that had made her so guarded. The man in him wanted to remove her tight-fitting clothes and taste all her delectable curves. Tonight, he would try light play with one or two orgasms for her, and hopefully, the next time she would be more forthcoming.
His first impression of her was that of a strong, intelligent, and friendly woman, and he liked her for more than her looks. He appreciated her wariness when she took the drink from his hand, but he longed to build trust between them so she would take and give whatever he offered or demanded.
He closed his hand around hers and pulled her from the stool into his body. Derek dipped his head to claim another kiss from her. Their lips met for the second time that evening, and he savored the way she followed his lead. He liked that the woman was submissive, but she wasn’t a pushover. Those were the reasons Derek enjoyed ageplay. Only the strongest of submissives would allow their inner child the freedom to emerge. Of course, it also gave him the opportunity to care for his Little girl, discipline her when necessary, and spoil her rotten the rest of the time. He had a feeling Sonja hadn’t been spoiled often in her life.
With an effort, he pulled back from the kiss and looked down into her open face and swollen lips.
Fuck, she’s beautiful!
“Babygirl, tell me your safeword.”
“It’s red, Sir.”
“That’s right; don’t hesitate to use it if you need to, and you can use yellow if there’s a problem, and we’ll check in,” he said as he stroked up and down her bare arms while looking into her eyes.
“Yes, Sir.”
The automatic way she called him Sir pleased him, although it grated that she didn’t want to call him Daddy. He pushed the unwelcome thought to the back of his mind. From his job as a social worker, he knew trust didn’t come instantly, but with tender loving care, most Little ones blossomed eventually. His mentor had told him ‘grass won’t grow any faster by pulling on it’ and the words had proven themselves right. Last November, he’d turned fifty, and with age came the experience and patience that made him an effective case manager for the Children’s Division of Social Services.
Derek took her hand in his and started for the stairs to a medical room that was beckoning. As a new member of the club, he would be monitored closely, so he made eye contact with Kate, DM for the night, and received a chin lift in acknowledgment. His senses were heightened, and he was already entering Topspace. Sonja had said she didn’t like much pain or humiliation, but she liked restraints and dominance. She was intelligent, with a bratty mouth, so he needed something to keep her on her toes without pushing her into using her safewords. She would be an interesting challenge.
When they entered the room, she eyed the enema stand and gyno chair warily. He turned away from her under the excuse of taking the white lab coat from the peg but also to get his smirk under control. His back to her, he said in a clear voice, “Hello, Sonja. It’s time for your annual checkup. Please take off your clothes and sit on the chair.”
Derek kept his back to her as he shrugged off his dress shirt and put on the white lab coat over his bare back, knowing it would show off his chest. Someone had also left a stethoscope dangling from the peg, so he swung the prop around his neck to complete the image. When he turned around, he almost swallowed his tongue. Sonja was sitting on the edge of the chair between the stirrups. Her hands were in her lap, her legs swinging lightly with her left foot hooked behind her right ankle. Her magnificent breasts were hanging free, her dark brown nipples hard, and the big areolas puckered. He had been half hard since their kiss, and now his dick lengthened and hardened to full capacity. Derek struggled to stay in character and wasn’t surprised when his voice sounded rougher and somewhat hoarse as he said, “Sonja, is it too cold in here?”
Sonja looked up, startled, and as he indicated her breasts, she followed his gaze to her chest and mumbled, “No, Dr. Derek, I don’t know what’s wrong with them.” She looked up with a playful glimmer in her eyes and a smile on her lips. “Maybe you should have a look?”
Ah, the brat likes breast play—and topping from the bottom? Time to take control.
“Hmm, I think you’re right, and I need to give them a thorough examination. But first, we need to make sure you’re safe and secure in the chair.”
She blinked in confusion as he drew near and guided her back and down in the chair. Derek adjusted her placement and tied a wide leather strap over her middle.
“Um, Sir, I don’t think that’s necessary,” she protested.
Derek gave her a stern look. “Young lady, I went to medical school before you could even walk. This is all for your safety. We wouldn’t want you to fall off the chair, now, would we?”
Sonja shook her head, her face earnest. “Oh no, Sir. I wouldn’t like that at all.”
“Good.” Derek buckled her wrists into the attached cuffs. Before Sonja could object, he said, “Another safety precaution, so your hands won’t get in the way of the instruments I’ll be using.” He paused before adding, “You know what to say if something hurts too much.”
Sonja nodded, and Derek shot her a wicked grin. “Place your feet in the stirrups.”
With her hands tied and her middle bound, it took some effort, but she managed to put her ankles on the holders without his help. Derek made quick work of securing her legs, too.
“Now you’re all mine, babygirl. Can you move?”
Sonja tried, but the leather bindings offered little give. “No, Sir.”
“Good.” He tried for a little bit of menace in his voice. “Let me get my instruments.”
Derek went to the cabinet. Nipple clamps—maybe. He put the package into his coat pocket. Vibrator—oh yeah! That one went in the other pocket. He added a packet of lube, just in case. That should do for the first time. Derek scanned the shelves and smiled as he spotted the small item with the sparkling pink gem. That would look lovely on her—he would undoubtedly need the lube.
Derek returned to Sonja, who was stretching her neck to see what he’d selected, but his back and shoulders had obscured her view. Derek rubbed his hands together. “Just warming up my hands for you, babygirl. I don’t want to startle you.” He placed his hands directly on her breasts and groaned as he fondled the plump flesh. With soft, slow strokes, he caressed her nipples. Her eyes fluttered shut, and she tried to arch her back but couldn’t with the strap around her waist. He lowered his head and took her left nipple in his mouth as he plucked at her right and rolled it between his fingers. Derek grinned inwardly as a moan escaped her lips. It was pure music, and he would hear more soon. He lifted his head so he could study her face as he pulled on the hard bud in his mouth. He let go and flicked the tip of his tongue over the elongated flesh.
“S-sir.” She shuddered and wailed.
“Well, Sonja, it looks like you have very responsive nipples, but I need to test their endurance.” Derek slid his hand into the coat pocket and withdrew the adjustable clamps. Her lust-filled eyes met his as he studied her face. As soon as he placed the first clamp over her nipple, she gasped and pulled against her restraints. Derek stopped.
“Yellow, Sir.”
He placed an arm next to her head and smiled at her. “Good girl!”
She licked her lips in a nervous gesture. “I don’t like pain, Sir.”
“I know you don’t, babygirl.” Derek showed her the clamp that had four screws. “With these clamps, I can make the pressure as strong or light as I want. I think you’ll like the effect.”
She shook her head. “I doubt it, Sir.”
He pressed a kiss to her forehead. “But are you willing to try?”
She looked at him, and Derek could swear the lost Little girl shimmered through at that moment. “Yes, Sir.”
He placed a soft kiss to her lips and returned his attention to her breasts. Derek watched her face and hands for signs of distress as he clamped both nipples while Sonja drew short, shallow breaths.
When both clamps were attached, he licked over the protruding tips as he pressed her sensitized breasts together.
She moaned, “Oh please, that feels so good.”
He smiled against her breast and said, “It’s only going to get better,” as he slid his hand back in the pocket to pull out the vibrator. He stroked his free hand over her pussy—just the way he liked it—bare, hot, and wet.
“Daddy is going to make you feel so, so good, babygirl,” he cooed. He couldn’t resist the temptation and placed the vibrator back in the coat pocket. He peeled back her engorged lips, which were the same dark brown shade as her areolas. As he played with her pussy, he pulled her vulva further open to reveal the soft pink insides where wetness was gathering. He bent down so he could lick over her sweet opening, earning a little ass wiggle and a moan. “Give me more,” he ordered and dove in to lick and suck in earnest.
Sonja moaned and shuddered under his ministrations, and he forgot all about the vibrator. Holding on to her trembling thighs, he licked at her entrance and sucked on her little bud. The wetness that coated her pussy lips turned thicker and sweeter as he ramped up her arousal. He lubed his finger with her wetness and rimmed her entrance. She was impossibly snug around his finger. Sonja screamed her first release, and he vowed it wouldn’t be her last.
He withdrew his finger and softly suckled on her labia while swirling his tongue around her sensitive clit. As her breathing slowed, he lifted his head and reached for the cleaning wipes that were scattered in all the rooms, just as condoms were. Now was not the time to have sex with her, not even as his rock-hard cock wept drops of precum for her. Tonight, was about Sonja, not him. His dick would have to wait. There was no way he was going to fuck Sonja in this vulnerable state or without proper negotiation. He was, however, going to drive her to another fierce orgasm before he untied her and gave in to his need to hold and cuddle her on his lap.