Chapter 17
Chapter Seventeen
Asad
The Outlands was wildly different from either Stronghold or Marquis, yet familiar in a way that meant Asad relaxed the moment he walked in.
The smell of leather, the cries of pain and pleasure, all felt like his comfort zone.
After an evening of avoiding his parents at the rehearsal dinner as much as possible, he needed this.
A place away from all the family stuff, a place where he felt comfortable, and a place where he could get fun toys to torment Morgan with. There was an entire array available at the front desk for anyone who needed something.
“Do you want to get some toys or look around first?” he asked as they looked around the main floor, which boasted a bar and a dance floor, but most of the space was taken up by a huge opening that allowed people to look down onto the kinky scenes happening below.
That’s where the real Dungeon was. There were some doors along the back wall he assumed were the private rooms or at least some of them.
“Look around?” Morgan answered, though her voice lilted up to make it a question, and she looked at him anxiously as if she wasn’t sure she’d made the right choice.
Asad smiled easily, moving his hand from her lower back up to the back of her neck to give it a reassuring squeeze, and she relaxed.
“Let’s look around. That’s smart, then we can see what’s available, and that will help me choose what we’re going to do.”
The place was busy for a Wednesday night. It also wasn’t as large as Stronghold, which might explain why the private rooms were all full. That or maybe there were just more exhibitionists at Stronghold. Who knew?
The dance floor was pretty sparse, but there were plenty of people hanging out around the bar, mingling and talking, which reminded him the most of Stronghold. The local kink hangout, where people could just come and be themselves while wearing fetwear. No wonder he felt at home.
Walking along the circular edge of the balcony, they looked down on the scenes below.
This was something cool neither Stronghold nor Marquis had, and Asad appreciated the view from the top.
It was a completely different angle and made for a fun voyeur experience as they could see a spanking, a whipping, wax play, a threesome…
“Master…” Morgan leaned against him, alarm in her voice. Asad turned his head to see what she was looking at and saw… himself.
No.
Shit.
That was Mason. Down on the lower floor of the Outlands, flogging a woman bound to a St. Andrew’s cross.
Well, fuck.
It looked like he had a lot more in common with his cousin than he’d known.
“Sorry, Red, I don’t think we’re going to be able to play here tonight.” He stroked his thumb down the side of her neck in apology and felt her sigh through the tips of her fingers.
“Do you think he’d really tell someone if we asked him not to?” Morgan pouted. “He’s here too.”
“And he works with Drew, and who knows what his other connections to Stronghold are. But if you want to stay, we will. This would definitely convince him that we’re a real couple if he saw us here.
” They looked over the balcony again. His cousin had a good form with the flogger.
Pausing, Mason stepped forward to check in with his sub, rubbing his hand over her back and ass before moving away again and changing out the light flogger he was using for a heavier one.
Even though there was nothing wrong with watching, Asad felt strange about it.
He’d had no idea his cousin was kinky. He was pretty sure Mason had no idea Asad was kinky.
It would be fun to fuck with him, but Asad wasn’t sure how much he wanted to watch, especially when Mason didn’t know he was there.
So, they either needed to go downstairs and let Mason see them so he could feel comfortable again, or they needed to go.
Morgan cast a longing glance down at the lower floor again, then shook her head.
“No, Master Asad, I think we should go. I don’t want to get you in trouble, and I think it would cause me more stress to worry that Mason might let something slip that would get back home than it would pleasure to be here.”
She had a point. Otherwise, Asad might have decided to override her decision because protecting him shouldn’t be their only reason for leaving. However, he didn’t want to cause her anxiety.
“We’ll get some toys on our way out,” he murmured. “Trust me. We’re still going to have a fun night.”
“Yes, Sir.” She grinned at him, apparently eager, regardless of whether they were at the club or the hotel.
Asad felt a little reluctant to be leaving the club so quickly, but he did enjoy picking out a few things for him and Morgan to play with back at the hotel.
A gag, of course, to help her stay quiet and not disturb the other guests, which meant he felt no qualms about also picking up a rattan cane and a Delran cane.
Lube and plug were a must—he chose a heavy glass one covered in ridges from the tip to the thick bulb.
Morgan’s eyes widened with interest when she saw it.
He also grabbed a knotted leather flogger and a tiny rubber pussy whip that would be nice and stingy on all her most sensitive parts.
The last toys were a finger vibrator and a pair of clover clamps for some extra fun.
And, of course, some toy cleaner and arnica cream to help with any possible bruising.
Was it more than he needed? Probably. But he liked the options for flexibility.
Picking them out and buying them also turned out to be more fun than expected because he kept looking over his shoulder to make sure Mason hadn’t come upstairs.
He felt reasonably safe, yet the idea that they might get caught purchasing naughty toys added a little level of excitement that wouldn’t have been there otherwise.
Morgan seemed to feel it, too, glancing around nervously, then giggling.
The woman manning the register watched them with amusement. She probably thought they were tourists, which didn’t bother Asad. Likely, he was never going to see her again. Though she did raise her eyebrows when they brought everything to the front.
“Um… have you used one of these before?”
“Frequently. I prefer it for stingy pain.” He gave her his best ‘I’m a knowledgeable sadist, not a tourist with no experience’ smile.
“So do I,” Morgan chirped brightly. “Oh, should we get a paddle? Then I can have the thuddy and the stingy.”
“The rattan cane is for the thuddy. Or I can use my belt again if you want.” Paddles weren’t his favorite. He didn’t know why; he just preferred the lighter instruments of torment. Maybe because his arm didn’t tire out quite so quickly.
Bemused, the woman bagged up their purchases and wished them a good evening.
Morgan happily told her that she planned on having a great one.
Taking another quick look around to make sure Mason wasn’t upstairs, they went back out the front door.
Asad couldn’t help but feel a bit of gleeful pleasure at knowing a secret about his cousin.
Of course, he could hardly reveal that secret without revealing that he had the same secret… but he could certainly have some fun with Mason without tipping his hand during the rest of the weekend.
Right now, though, he was going to concentrate on getting back to the hotel room with Morgan and salvaging their evening. She deserved a fun night, and so did he.
Morgan
Leaving the club wasn’t as disappointing as Morgan had thought it would be.
Really, she’d mostly been curious about it and had liked the idea of scening in a place where no one knew her, but going back to the hotel to scene with Master Asad felt really good, too.
She didn’t feel like she was missing out on anything by leaving, other than an audience, which she didn’t need.
As soon as they were back in the car, Master Asad put his hand on her thigh, his fingers stroking the soft inner skin as he navigated them back onto the road.
Already aroused from looking around the club and picking out the toys, Morgan squirmed in her seat.
She could feel that her panties were wet, and having his hand so close to her pussy, his palm warm on her thigh, was making her squirm even more.
“Lean back and spread your legs, Red,” he ordered, though his eyes were on the road, almost as though he was ignoring her.
Biting back a whimper, she leaned back in the seat, scooting her butt forward as much as she could with the seat belt on, and spread her legs wide.
The loose skirt she was wearing slid across her skin, leaving her thighs almost completely bare and exposing her underwear. Master Asad’s finger stroked over the wet fabric, tracing her labia, and Morgan shuddered.
“Play with your nipples. You can do it over the top of your dress, or pull them out if you’re comfortable.”
From his tone of voice she couldn’t tell if he had a preference. She wasn’t sure what she should do, but she reached up to brush her hands over her breasts. The top wasn’t low cut enough for her to pull down comfortably, so that made her decision for her…
Still, she couldn’t help but think about what it might be like to pull the top of her dress down.
It was dark outside and the likelihood of anyone being able to see in the car to see her topless was small, despite the streetlights.
The area they were driving through didn’t have a bustling nightlife.
Even though she was used to exhibitionism at the club, a small thrill went through her at knowing she was playing with her breasts and nipples in an area where they wouldn’t want to be seen by anyone. It would be even more profound if she did pull her top down.
“Good girl,” Master Asad murmured, his finger slipping under her panties to stroke her pussy.
Morgan whimpered again, closing her eyes and tipping her head back as she cupped her breasts, pinching her nipples hard through the fabric. It wasn’t hard enough. It was a tease, not a fully satisfying sensation.
She wanted more, and she was going to get it…
She just had to be a good girl and wait till they got to the hotel.
Somehow, fifteen minutes stretched to feel like an hour as she kept playing with her breasts, trying to get a satisfactory pinch on her nipples as Master Asad’s fingers slipped through the slippery folds of her pussy.
The puffy lips became more sensitive with every stroke, her inner muscles clenching emptily as he teased her clit, then slid away.
By the time they reached the hotel, she was a hot, wet mess of arousal and need, but she kept her legs spread far apart, just liked he’d ordered her to.
“Good girl,” Master Asad said, sliding his fingers out from beneath her panties.
Morgan turned her head to look at them as he brought them to his mouth and sucked them clean. Even in the shadows cast by the lights, she could see the gleam in his dark eyes.
“You taste delicious.” Reaching back down, he tugged her skirt over her thighs. “Let’s go.”
Yes, please.
Thankfully, the bags the Outlands had provided were big and were completely opaque, so no one could see what they were bringing in. The tips of the canes stuck out, but only someone familiar with exactly what they were would be able to guess from what they could see.
They walked right through the lobby without anyone giving them weird looks.
She felt as if she was ready to jump out of her skin, everything was tingling and buzzing, yet no one knew.
The elevator was empty, so Morgan couldn’t help leaning against Master Asad, brushing her hand over the front of his pants.
She twisted her hand around and the thick bulge of his erection pulsed against her palm.
“You are looking for trouble, Red,” he growled into her ear, a slight hitch in his breath as she wrapped her fingers around him through his pants.
“Yes, Sir,” she agreed, lifting her chin to meet his hot gaze. He looked as though he wanted to strip her down and devour her right there in the elevator, and her heart thudded in her chest.
She’d never gotten to be playful like this with anyone before.
It was exciting. Unnerving. Wildly arousing.
Completely different from the scenes she did at the club, where everything was carefully negotiated ahead of time.
Even if no one was watching, which someone always was, her scenes never included this kind of flirting beforehand.
She was starting to understand why romance books had felt so strange to her—it wasn’t just that she felt more like a villain than a heroine, it was because she’d never gotten to flirt.
To play. To tease. She hadn’t understood how it could feel.
In comparison, the scenes she did at the club felt more controlled, more sterile, even though they were enjoyable.
The very spontaneity of leaving the club, starting the scene in the car, and now teasing him in the elevator was a whole new world for her.
The doors to the elevator opened.
“Move,” Master Asad growled, his hand smacking against her ass. Morgan jumped forward, giggling, the spot on her butt where he’d spanked her stinging deliciously.
More, more, more.
She could feel her swollen pussy between her legs, slippery and sensitive, pulsing with every step she took.
It didn’t matter that he hadn’t really hurt her yet, she was more turned on than she’d ever been in her life.
She still wanted the pain, but if he bent her over the bed the moment they got in the room, she wouldn’t have been disappointed.
What she really wanted was him inside her.
Master Asad fumbled with the door key, making her giggle again, and he gave her a dark glare. Covering her mouth with her hands, she blinked innocently at him and saw the side of his lips quirk up in amusement before he scowled again.
“You’re in so much trouble, Red. Now, get inside.”
Scampering through the door ahead of him, Morgan’s heart fluttered in her chest as she came to a stop in the middle of the room, unsure what to do next.
The sound of the door shutting behind her had a finality to it that made her pussy clench.
She couldn’t wait to find out what he was going to do next.