26. It’s Getting Hot in Here
It’s Getting Hot in Here
Q
The show had been hot, but not nearly as hot as Sam had been when she came apart in his arms. By the time the lights had gone down again, ending the show, she was limp against him, and his cock felt like it was about to burst through his pants.
He wanted to be inside her with a need that he could barely articulate.
“Sam… pretty girl… show’s over,” he murmured when she didn’t move.
The lights were already coming up to their pre-show brightness, so there was some illumination within the booths as well as the main stage.
People were already coming out to clear the equipment.
He could also see some of the other patrons moving from their booths, heading either to the door back to the lobby or the door to the hotel.
He and Sam would be going to the latter.
Slowly, she roused, lifting her head and giving it a shake, her eyes a little glassy.
“Fuck. I think I missed the end of the show,” she said, her voice hoarse. “That vibrator was…”
Perfect. That’s what it had been. He’d enjoyed edging her as much as he’d enjoyed pushing her over it.
“Fucking gorgeous. Watching you cum for me was fucking gorgeous and the only show I was interested in. Now, let’s get back to our room, so we can entertain ourselves.
” He wanted their private room and more time to play.
Not only that, but he wanted to see what she made of the current setup, the one he’d requested specifically to run to their tastes.
Sam gave herself a little shake, her eyes clearing, and she smiled at him.
“Yes, let’s.”
As he and Sam exited the main room, the other booths were empty or had the curtains drawn for privacy, with soft moans coming from behind the velvet.
The hall was empty, but they already knew where they were going.
Thanks to the classes, they were both intimately familiar with all the private rooms.
When they reached the Dungeon room, Q held the door open for Sam, and she strode in… and came to an abrupt halt when she saw the interior.
The spanking bench and the St. Andrew’s cross took up center stage in the room and on either side of them were two tables. One table had an assortment of floggers and toys. The other table did as well, but it also included a strap-on.
She half-turned to look at him, raising her eyebrows.
According to Angel, butt stuff meant ‘I love you.’ Q couldn’t bring himself to say the words yet, even though he felt them, but he could show Sam his feelings. Even if she didn’t get the entire message, she would understand that he was making himself vulnerable.
If that was what she wanted tonight. Regardless, he would have given her the option.
“If you want, you can take charge for the rest of the night.” He gestured to the table with the strap-on resting among the toys.
“Or I can top you, and we’ll see what goes from there.
” There was a plug and lube among the toys for her, but he wasn’t sure how she’d feel about actual anal sex.
It wasn’t on her hard limits, but it was on her soft, and he knew it was because she felt it was intimate.
Unlike him, she wasn’t an anal virgin, but it also wasn’t something she did regularly or with just anyone. It meant something.
Letting go of his hand, Sam prowled around the tables with the bench and frame between them, inspecting them from every angle.
Her posture changed subtly as she moved, and Q felt his own attitude shifting in response.
He really could have gone either way tonight, but even before she stopped next to the table with the strap-on, he knew what she was going to choose.
Gently running her fingertips over the leather straps of the harness, she looked up at him, the corner of her lip quirking up, eyebrows rising.
“Are you sure you want to let me take control after everything you just put me through?” Her voice was husky. Teasing. Confident. The shift from submissive to Dominant had been subtle but clear.
She wanted to take charge, and Mistress Samantha was already shining through.
He smiled and rather than responding verbally, Q got down on his knees.
Sam
Sexual power was such an interesting thing. Sometimes, Sam wanted nothing more than to let go and have Q direct everything. Other times, she would fight to be on top because she didn’t want to let go at all. And sometimes, like tonight, she could really go either way.
She’d been perfectly happy in her submissive role, despite the edging and the sexual frustration. If they’d come back here and Q had continued to do filthy hot things to her, she would have loved every second of it.
But being given the option, she’d seen the strap-on and realized what she was being offered.
Sam had never pegged anyone. Even with Q being a Switch, she wasn’t sure that would be something he would want to do. She knew he was an anal virgin, though he was no stranger to anal play. However, those were two very different things.
The moment she realized what he was offering, she wanted it. Badly. Not only because it was something he was giving to her, but because it was something she could give to him. He wanted her to be the one to take his virginity.
It was both hot and terrifying, and not something she could turn down. She wanted to give him what he wanted, what he needed, because he’d given her so much. Because she wanted to imprint herself on his memories. Because she was falling for him.
Q on his knees, waiting for her to torment him the way he’d tortured her, was one of the hottest things she’d ever seen. Heat and desire blew through her, along with confidence that always infused her when she was topping.
She couldn’t control so much in the world, but she could take control of their shared world for a while. She needed it so badly.
“Good boy.” The words had always felt strange in her mouth before Q, as if they were more of an insult than a compliment. Somehow, with him, the connotations changed.
Calling him a ‘boy’ wasn’t demeaning, just as being called a ‘good girl’ didn’t make her feel demeaned. She could see the glow of pleasure in his face, the way he lit up at the compliment, as though it meant the world to him. Sam knew exactly how that felt.
“Back on your feet, Q. You need to get undressed. I want you naked and over the bench while I figure out exactly what I’m going to play with from all these toys you’ve set out for me.”
The plug for sure, to prep him for the strap-on. The dildo currently attached to the harness wasn’t huge, but it wasn’t small, either. Fairly average sized—Sam would guess about five or six inches long and maybe an inch around. Smaller than Q, which she found amusing.
Apparently, he didn’t want to take what he dished out.
Although, he hadn’t taken her ass yet, so truthfully, it was more what he would eventually dish out.
Because Sam accepted it as inevitable with the way their relationship was going.
She wanted Q in every way, and this would be part of it.
What made their relationship a little different from a lot of her friends was that she was going to get his ass as well.
It made her feel both powerful and humble.
Looking over the toys, out of the corner of her eye, she watched Q undress. He wasn’t trying to be sexy as he stripped, but watching his clothes drop to the floor would always turn her on. Studying the possibilities on the table he’d set up, in case she wanted to bottom, she picked up the crop.
Looking up, Q sent her a heated look. His cock was thick and erect in front of him, so hard, it practically bounced off his stomach as he walked to the spanking bench.
“A crop, Mistress?” he asked, putting his knees in place and bending over.
Seeing him naked and draped over the bench was almost as much fun as seeing him undress. No matter what he did, he looked like a work of freaking art, carved out of ebony marble.
“Have I been bad?”
“Oh, yes.” Sam smiled wickedly, tapping the flat leather tip of the crop against her calf. “I hope you had fun tormenting me during dinner because you’re going to pay for it now.”
Q
Fuck, Mistress Samantha was hot. He watched her saunter over to him from his position over the spanking bench. His cock was pointing straight at the floor, throbbing against the leather padding that pushed his ass up into the air. The position made him feel both vulnerable and aroused.
Submitting wasn’t always easy for him, so it made his choice to submit to her even more meaningful than if it had been easy. There was a part of him yelling that a real man didn’t do this, but he pushed away that judgmental voice. He’d come to learn what he liked, and he accepted himself as he was.
Leather touched the top of his back, running over his shoulders and making goosebumps tingle on his skin. It swept down the back of his spine to the top of his ass, then lifted. He jumped when it came down again, and a little splotch of pain in the center of his cheek sizzled along his synapses.
Moving around him, Sam lifted the crop again and flicked it against his ass, only the leather tip making an impact.
The slight sting was intensified by the small area it covered.
It hurt, and it made his dick throb…at the same time.
Laying the crop down on the table, she picked up the plug he’d set out, along with the tube of lube.
His muscles clenched automatically, as if his body was already prepared to fight to keep her out, even though he knew he was going to like it.
Q had struggled with how much he liked it during his Dom training.
He’d struggled with the bit of masochism he had, struggled with how much he’d liked having something in his ass, struggled with the part of him that had liked being in the submissive position.
Talking to others at the club had helped him accept all the parts of himself.
Probably didn’t hurt that the people who had brought him into the scene—Angel and Leigh—were two of the strongest women he knew, and they were submissive.
While society might say that was because they were women, all he had to do was look at Freddy or Olivia’s boyfriend, Luke, to know gender had nothing to do with it.
Freddy was one of the scariest divorce lawyers in D.C.
, which was saying something, and Luke owned a contracting company and did plenty of construction himself.
Luke, especially, was pure Alpha male… until he got on his knees for Olivia.
So, Q had a lot of good examples at how strong personalities could find joy in submission. Especially since he wasn’t even submitting all the time, the way they did.
“We’re going to start with the plug, then I want you up on the cross so I can use some of these implements you so thoughtfully left out for me,” Mistress Samantha said. When she got into her Domme space, her voice became haughtier, which also did something to him.
The slick tip of the plug pressed against his anus, pushing inward slightly.
She twisted it, teasing his nerve endings as just the tip moved back and forth, pushing in, then retreating again.
Groaning, Q lifted his hips to take more, enjoying the slight burn as it stretched the tight ring of muscle guarding his entrance.
“Fuck.” The word fell from his mouth as the plug eased deeper, no longer teasing, now invading. The burn of insertion increased, despite the lube, as his muscles adjusted. His rock-hard cock banged against the spanking bench as his body reacted. That hurt, also in a good way, and he groaned.
A gentle hand rubbed his lower back, moving in slow circles, helping him to relax as the plug went deeper. It hadn’t looked that big on the tray, dammit… but it had also been a while since he’d had anything in his ass. Something he probably should have thought about before offering it up tonight.
As least Sam was smart enough to make sure he was prepared, even if he hadn’t been because he’d been too excited. He’d forgotten what this felt like. The intimacy. The vulnerability. The pain that accompanied the feeling of fullness before it faded into pure pleasure.
“Relax.” Her voice was low, soothing as her fingers caressed him.
He took a deep breath in, then let it out, and the plug went in deeper.
The same muscles that had been working to keep it out ended up pulling it in farther.
He cried out when the thickest part of the bulb moved past the tight ring.
Then it was over and the feeling of fullness drowned out the slight ache from the insertion.
“Good boy.”
Warmth washed over him at her acknowledgment. Her hands moved over his lower back and his ass, caressing and stroking, and giving him a moment to breathe as his muscles adjusted to the intruder.
Soon, I’m going to let her fuck my ass. Fuck.
His dick throbbed, and he wasn’t sure if it was in anticipation or apprehension.
Her hand came down on his ass, giving him a little smack, and his muscles tightened pleasurably around the plug.
“Now, on your feet. I want you up on the cross facing me.”
The position would put his entire front, including his cock, at her mercy. He hadn’t thought it was possible to get even harder, but it felt as if all the blood in his body was rushing to his groin and leaving none for the rest of him.
Apparently, he really liked living dangerously.