Chapter 14
Chapter Fourteen
Cormac
I watch Joey’s reaction to my declaration, and I know she’s praying I forgot or that what we already did counts as her punishment. This was just a warm-up. However, I’ve already put her fine little arse through its paces, so her punishment won’t be more spankings. It’ll be far more creative than that.
All the men in my family lean into our kinky side. We’re all alphas, though I’d like to think none of us are alpha-holes. I can’t say as much for the other men in the Four Families. They’re just all arseholes to begin with. But we’re men who thrive off control because life shites on us when we’re not.
Being kinky is, I suppose, a constructive way of living out that need. It also feeds into the protective side of all of us. We have a duty to protect our people, not just within our own family, but within the entire organization. Caring for people is one of our greatest responsibilities and privileges in our role as members of the boss’s family.
Caring for a sub is much the same way. Not only do we need to be mindful of their physical well-being, but there’s a deep emotional connection that happens between a Dom and his sub. It’s a complicated connection to explain to outsiders, especially since you’re not necessarily romantically involved with your sub or Dom, and you’re not even necessarily friends. But there’s a tremendous amount of trust two must share between them.
As I watch Joey tonight, I’m testing her, and I know she knows it. I need to see whether she has faith in me to protect and leave her unharmed. If anything, better off than when the night started. That’s part of the reason it bothered me so much that our first night together ended as such an epic failure because I didn’t take care of her properly. We were both on an emotional high until I fucked things over by getting jealous.
I smooth my hand over her back and down to her arse. I could hold on to it for days and never tire of filling my hands with it. I’ve had enough partners to know what I do and don’t like without being a man-whore, and I very much like Joey’s body. The corner of my mouth twitches as I think it’s a good thing she can’t see me. I ease her off the spanking bench and hold her at the elbows while she steadies herself.
“Are you dizzy?”
“No, I’m all right. I just—I need a moment. My ass burns.”
“I would think so. You did so well, cailín . I definitely wasn’t as gentle as I could be.”
“I know, sir. Thank you.”
I could have been far rougher, but I don’t know her tolerance and preference yet. I’m still learning those things, just like she’s still learning what I desire and what levels of control and submission we have between us.
I return the tools of my trade to the wall rack and look around as I slip my arm around her waist. I hold her close to me, kissing her temple.
“Do you want the first time you come tonight to be in public or private? How much more exhibitionism are you comfortable with?”
“I don’t know that I’m ready to be fully naked in front of all of these people, but I obviously am not that timid.”
It shocked the hell out of me to discover she wasn’t wearing any panties. I love the demi bra and garter belt with the fishnet thigh highs. She definitely understands the dress codes at these types of play places. The dress she wore made her look like the living embodiment of Venus on a half shell. I’m glad she wore a coat over it, or I might have had to gouge her taxi driver’s eyes out. I don’t mind other people seeing her in here wearing that.
All the women have similarly revealing and enticing clothing. However, outside of here, I admit a level of possessiveness I’ve never felt toward any of my previous subs or women I’ve scened with here and at other clubs.
I watch Joey as her gaze sweeps the open area before glancing up at the mezzanine and second floor. There are more private rooms like the one we were in last time, each with different themes. There’s a classroom, a child’s nursery, an extreme torture room. Users of that room can indulge their very darkest fantasies in private. Those who are into lesser stuff can still enjoy the room. It’s just there for those whose preferences might shock even the most experienced members of this lifestyle.
“Can we try the chain station?”
Joey points toward the wall where there is a set of chains with cuffs on a pulley and chains attached to the wall at floor level.
“If that’s what you would like, little one. Is your elbow up to being restrained over your head?”
“Yes, sir. It’s almost entirely healed. I only get a twinge once in a while.”
I stoop to pick up her dress, and she reaches for it. I cock an eyebrow, and she lowers her gaze, a small smile playing at her lips. As her Dom, even small things like carrying her dress shows taking care of her is important to me. I guide her over to the open station, passing a couple of people I know. They don’t know who I am here, but I can recognize them. It pays to be silent owners of the best BDSM clubs in the tri-state area. We know who likes to spank and who likes to be spanked. That’s been invaluable information over the years.
Who knows to what extremes people will go to protect their privacy? We do.
A couple just finished here at this chain station. The Domme’s cleaning off the cuffs while her sub guzzles a bottle of water.
“It’s all yours.”
I keep my voice low when I speak to others here. I thank her for switching off with us. Because of some clientele, I don’t want people to recognize my voice any more than I want them to recognize my hair. The full-face mask also hides my swath of freckles. While my eye color is pretty unique, it’s something I don’t worry about as much since the lighting is so dim in most areas. I lay Joey’s dress over the back of a chair and lead her to the wall.
“Face me, arms up.”
My command is crisp and unemotional, even though part of me is as giddy as a kid on Christmas. It’s not like I think of her as a new toy to unwrap, but I am excited we’re making progress. That she wants to be part of my life and will allow me to be part of hers.
I attach the cuffs to her wrists, adjusting the pulleys to make sure they’re the right height for somebody as petite as her. The last man attached to this was at least a foot taller than her. I test the cuffs once they’re on to make sure they won’t chafe her wrists or ankles, and she gives me a nod. I remember she told me a blindfold or earplugs but not both.
I pull a satin blindfold from my pocket. I know the ones here are good, but they aren’t as soft as I’d like for her. I don’t know why I thought of it on the way here, but I did, so I stopped at a salon my cousin used to go to that I knew carries things to pamper yourself with, including sleep masks.
“ Cailín , I’m going to blindfold you. I want you to remain silent. If you can’t do that, then I will gag you. Anytime I do that, make sure you can still snap. If you need me to stop, I know what signal to look for.”
“Yes, sir.”
I slip the satiny material over her eyes, then back away. Much like I made her wait before, I do the same now. I let a minute, then two minutes tick by before I know she grows restless. She shifts, trying to sense where I am, but I know she can’t. Since I checked the blindfold myself, I’m certain she can’t see me. I’m not close enough for her to hear me breathing, and I haven’t moved enough for her to feel any change in the surrounding air.
I move on silent feet, trained to be undetectable. She’s fully unprepared for me to flick one finger at her left nipple and then her clit half a second later. She opens her mouth to cry out but catches herself and stifles it. Her lips are open, so I can see how she grits her teeth. I know how it stings, and that’s exactly what I want. I back away yet again, letting her remain confused and needy. Her sheer bra’s material does nothing to protect that nipple I now pinch. Her arousal’s obvious from her tightened nipples and how wet she is.
I can admit it’s always been flattering to know I arouse my partners like this. Whether it’s from my looks, my attitude, or my touch. It’s always nice to know your sexual partner desires you. But for reasons I don’t want to dissect, knowing how turned on Joey is brings me an entire level of satisfaction—smug satisfaction—that’s unprecedented for me. I appreciate knowing she wants me as much as I want her.
My fucking cock hurts. It’s not just a dull ache or a horny desire to get off. I feel like my balls are going to explode. I’ve wanted women to the point of distraction in the past. I’ve enjoyed my past partners and had some mind-blowing sex and some average sex and unfortunately some pretty shitty sex too.
All of this shocks me. It’s not just my body that craves her. There’s more to it than all of that. It’s heightening all of my senses, making every feeling exponentially more intense than it has been. But I’m not in a position to make this anything more than it already is. It’s probably not even wise that I enter a new D/s relationship so soon after my last one ended. However, nothing about Joey reminds me of that woman. I don’t want to even think her name, or it’ll piss me off. I don’t want her ghostly presence to dampen my mood.
I pull Joey’s right bra cup down. I wrap my hand around her breast, and it’s the perfect size for my palm and fingers. I squeeze, then massage, then squeeze again before bending forward and flicking the nipple with the tip of my tongue.
I swirl my tongue around it before sucking the very, very tip. Just enough of a hint for what I could do without actually giving in. I move to the other side and repeat the same motions. When I step back, I admire how distended they are. They’re like a light milk chocolate against her sun-tanned skin. Since I see no tan lines at all, she must sunbathe topless somewhere. That’s another arousing thought. It’s both sexually arousing and arouses my jealousy.
Who’s looking at her when she’s like that? This jealousy will drive me crazy. With my past subs, we agreed to monogamy, but I wasn’t overly concerned with who else they were around or what they did away from me. With Joey, I’m interested in her daily life, but thinking of other people seeing her naked bothers me more than I expected.
I walk over to a dresser that’s positioned between the chain station and the St. Andrew’s Cross. I open the second drawer, knowing what I will find there. I grab the implements of choice and head back to Joey’s side. I slide the blindfold up for a moment and hold up a pair of nipple clamps.
“Have you worn these before?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Even the kind without the rubber covers?”
“Yes, sir.”
I put the blindfold back in place and start with them pretty loose.
“As I tighten them, tell me when to stop. You decide.”
“Thank you, sir.”
I clip the first one on and slowly tighten it, surprised at how many twists of the small knob it takes before she finally lets me know she wants me to stop. I repeat it on the other side. When I’m certain they’re secure and are pinching without harming her, I move around to stand behind her. I brush the hair away from her back and over her left shoulder.
She can’t see what else I have in my hand. I kiss along her shoulders, up to her neck, then to behind her ear.
“Do you have any idea how ravishing you look like this? Do you have any idea how envious everyone is that I have you chained and ready to go?”
“Sir, I think that really is an exaggeration. I’m pretty positive plenty of people are way more interested in their partner than in me.”
“Maybe a few, cailín , but I’m the one who can look around.”
It’s true. There are several people looking at us. It’s likely the drastic difference in our sizes. She’s about five-two, and I’m six-three-and-a-half. She weighs possibly a hundred-and-twenty pounds, and I weigh two-hundred-and-forty. We are apples and oranges, or maybe I should say peaches and bananas. Since she’s so petite compared to me, I’m even more alert to how much force I use in every contact I make with her. She’s athletic, but she’s still smaller.
I kiss behind her ear again before I take the Wartenberg pinwheel and graze it down the center of her back along one side of her spine, then up the other. I move it in a zigzag pattern back down to her hips. I bring it from left to right, then over each arse cheek. I’m careful not to pinch her skin when I run it along her horizontal crack. When I bring it up to her right ribs, I drag it over them around to her belly.
I moved slowly before, but now I set an excruciatingly slow pace as I move the tiny, spiked wheel over her tits. I run it around her clamped nipples, then over the tips, before bringing it down to the inside of her hip to where her leg forms the joint. With her pussy bare, I can torment her even more.
It rotates along her pussy lips and around her clit, but I never let it touch where she most wants my attention. Her hips jut forward, begging me to touch her where she’s neediest. It’s the one place I won’t. Yet. Her breathing grows shallow with her growing frustration.
She leans her forehead against the inside of her arm, trembling as I play with her nipples again, running the pinwheel over the exposed parts. The one that isn’t getting attention from the tiny implement gets attention from my mouth. I switch back and forth between rolling the sexual tormentor and my mouth over the tightened buds.
My free hand cups her pussy; the heel right above her clit. My fingers spread like I’m making the Star Trek greeting, so I’m not touching her clit. My fingers stroke the outside of her cunt. Her hips rock more insistently, and I observe her every breath and movement. I’m attentive to any sign this might go from pleasure to real pain, either physically or emotionally.
“Little girl, how are you doing?”
“I’m fine, sir. Keep going.”
Her voice trembles, but it doesn’t sound as though it comes from sadness or fear. It’s still frustration. I never want to hear it get to defeat. I move my hand to flick her clit three times before I allow the heel of my hand to finally press against the tiny bundle of nerves. My index finger and pinky continue to move outside of her pussy, and my middle finger taps against her arsehole.
I don’t enter her, but I tease her. She can’t tell if she wants to press her hips farther forward into the heel of my hand or tip her hips back to my finger. That’s a good sign she won’t just enjoy anal sex, but other butt stuff, too.
I keep the pressure light as my hand rubs circles over her clit. It’s the motion she’ll need to get off, but not nearly the pressure to do it. She moans, and it’s music to my ears. Between her panting and her moans, I am driving myself crazy. Just as her fingers claw in the air, I step away.
“No!”
“What’s that, little one? You issuing me a command?”
“No, sir. I just don’t want that to end.”
“I know that. That’s why it did.”
“Is that what my punishment is? You’re going to edge me?”
“That’s part of it.”
“What’s the other part?”
“Something else. You’ll know when we get to it.”
I want to give her something to think about. Not as fear, but as something to focus on when her frustration grows. She knows it’ll be some other type of orgasm denial. But she doesn’t know whether it’ll be harder or easier than what I’m doing now. She might fear it’ll be worse, but there’s also the prospect it could be better.
I lower myself onto one knee, flicking my tongue against her clit. She’s already soaked, but I’ve purposely kept her cream away from her clit. Now, I lave it over and over and flick it several times before sucking. Anything to tantalize and torment her. Each of her moans is like a symphony of angels to me.
I love knowing I’m bringing her such pleasure. It may be on my terms and the way I desire it, but she’s enjoying it, and that brings me happiness. It’s the old cliche, her pleasure is my pleasure.
I purposely only tease that little bud back and forth, even though she tries to widen her legs, hoping I’ll thrust my fingers into her. I bet she’d prefer my cock and so would I, but we’re not there yet. I continue until her hips rock on their own, insistently wanting to get her clit more pressure.
I pull away and slap her pussy. More music to my ears. I do it again, a little harder.
“Sir!”
“Say your word if you need it.”
“Sir, you know that’s not why. You know I’m begging.”
There’s a rasp to her voice that makes it husky and even sexier than usual. I pinch her clit, making her hips buck forward, again inviting me to do more. That’s exactly the opposite of my plan. I let go and don’t touch her.
Not able to see, she has no way to know whether I have some other implement or I’m just waiting. She whimpers in her need, and I watch her expression. Her brow’s furrowed and her hands fist, but she’s not shivering. Just when I know she’s getting nervous, I put my mouth back to her and suck as hard as I dare.
“Sir!”
That elicits a chuckle from me as I pull away again.
“Is there something that you need, little one?”
“To come, and you know it, sir.”
“I do.”
“I’m sorry, sir, for what I said earlier. I’ll accept your compliments graciously. I won’t make that mistake again.”
“Oh, I bet you won’t, but I need to be sure.”
“Can’t you just believe me?”
That elicits a full, deep rumble from my chest as I chuckle again. Now she shivers. I know she loves that sound, and I’ve already noticed how she enjoys having her head against my chest when I do that.
“It’s not a question of not believing you, little one. It’s a question of your punishment not being over. I suppose you think it should be, but I don’t agree. I think there’s still plenty more to come.”
She blows out an exasperated breath, and that earns her a tweaked nipple. The bit that’s free of her clamp is just enough for me to enjoy or to give her a burst of pain. I kiss along the inside of her left thigh until I reach her pussy. I swipe my tongue along the seam, ignoring her clit this time, before kissing my way down her right leg.
When I get to her knee, I wrap my hand around the back and tickle.
“Shit!”
She doesn’t expect that type of teasing—a gentleness, a playfulness—and her knee bends as far as the ankle cuffs allow. She tries to shimmy away as my fingers dance along the inside of her thigh. I brush them over the spot I know will arouse her most. I feel her leg tremble. Her head falls back in a sign of supplication. I ease one finger into her and don’t move it. That’s an even greater torment since I know she desperately wants more.
I do nothing as the seconds tick away. When I’m certain it’s been one of the most excruciating minutes of her sexual life, I thrust in a second, again doing nothing else except leaving it there. I let her rock her hips again, trying to move my fingers to rub her g spot. I indulge her twice, my free hand pressing against the outside of her belly.
“Thank you, sir.”
But the moment she says that, she realizes her mistake. I withdraw my fingers and slap her clit.
“You’re welcome, little one.”
She tries to stomp her foot, but the cuff is too tight for her to lift it. She inhales a deep breath that fills her lungs and expands her chest. The temptation to remove the clamps and suck her tits is too great. I stand and ease off the right nipple one.
I know the burst of pain she’s receiving as the blood rushes back into the punished little nub. I wait for when the pain begins. I count to five and then latch on, sucking and flicking the distended bud with my tongue. She sighs, the relief immeasurable. This is my own form of torture. I want nothing more than to strip naked and fuck her as hard as I can. My balls ache for release, but we’re not there yet. As though she reads my mind, she whispers. I almost miss what she says.
“Sir, why are you punishing yourself? Don’t you want to get off?”
I let go of her breast.
“ Cailín , there’s nothing I want more than to please you. My desire to get off is only slightly behind that.”
“So, you are punishing yourself.”
“Perhaps, but I don’t see it that way. I see it as anticipation will make our intimacy even stronger.”
At that, she smiles. It’s a soft one. It’s not a grin. It’s gentler than that. Even without seeing her eyes, it lights up her face, and it makes her even more beautiful than she already is to me. I feel a pinch in my chest I haven’t felt in a long time. Not since I gave up dating in college. My life isn’t conducive to relationships. I haven’t dated anybody seriously since my freshman year. Sometimes I miss the companionship of having a girlfriend.
However, the danger it brings to a woman I know I won’t make a life with long-term isn’t worth the risk to her. That’s part of why getting into D/s relationships works so well for me.
I ignore the emotions threatening to push to the surface. The warmth that spreads through my chest is even more troublesome than the jealousy I’ve felt since meeting Joey.
I blow cool air over her nipple before releasing the other one from its clamp, only to give it the same treatment as I did the first one. Relieving some of the ache after the pinch, but not enough to satisfy her. Only enough to keep her ready to beg again. Her chin drops as though she would look down to see what I’m doing, but with the blindfold in place, she still doesn’t know what’ll come next.
I know I’m going to push her beyond her limits if I continue teasing her for too much longer. I want to exert dominance, but I don’t want to make her miserable. There’s often a fine line between the two, and if I break her trust again, I doubt there’s any coming back from it. I can’t afford that when things are still so very new.
I rise and slip the blindfold off her head. She blinks several times before she focuses on me. She remains quiet, waiting for my instructions, which is exactly what I expect. It’s clear she has experience as a sub, so it reassures me nothing I did tonight would be too unusual. She handled it all very well.
“I’m proud of you, little one. You took everything I gave you, and the sounds you make when you beg are music to my ears. The only thing that would sound better is knowing I’m making you come, my cock deep inside you.”
“Yes, please, sir.”
She asks so nicely. I can’t help but be ready to indulge us both. I release her arms and help move them around, rubbing her shoulders and upper arms now that they’re in a different position than they were. I don’t want her sore.
There are different types of soreness. Her pussy feeling well-used and aching for more is one thing, but not being able to move her arms over her shoulders is another. I release her ankles as well, rubbing around them to make sure the cuffs didn’t chafe. Once again, I wrap my arm around her waist and gather her dress, taking her over to a loveseat where I pull her onto my lap.
She curls into me as her eyelids slide shut, her breathing still heavier than usual. I press her legs apart and ease three fingers into her pussy.
“Are you ready to come, cailín ?”
“So ready. I’ve been ready since I saw you outside.”
“What makes you think I should let you come now?”
“Because I might combust on the spot if you don’t.”
She infuses humor into her voice, and I kiss her temple. It’s yet another example of unprecedented affection. I like it. I want more of it, which is exactly the opposite of how I should feel. It’s the opposite to what she’s agreed to. She might want to be my sub, but that doesn’t mean she wants to be involved romantically with a mobster. I need to set those thoughts aside and just take this for what it is and appreciate what she offers.
I stroke the inside of her pussy as my thumb rubs slow, deep circles on her clit.
“Look at me, little one.”
Her eyes open as she turns to gaze at me.
“You are so incredibly beautiful. You take my breath away.”
I bring my lips to hers, brushing them together before I press mine to hers and deepen the kiss. She opens to me immediately, and our tongues duel before she sucks lightly on mine. My thumb rubs more insistently on her clit as my cock demands relief, but I won’t move us to the next spot until I’ve gotten her off here. We continue to kiss as she squirms on my lap, her arse rubbing against my cock. If I don’t get her off soon, she’s going to make me come in my pants. There’s only so much that I can withstand. She pulls away.
“Sir, may I come?”
“Yes, little one. Come in five…four…three…two. Come for me, little girl.”
Her body tenses, and her back arches. Her thighs trap my hand between them. Even though the light’s not bright, I can see the flush that builds from the top of her tits, up to her neck, and into her cheeks. She’s magnificent. Her body is so responsive to mine. Anything I do, she’s been willing to try with an open mind.
“Sir, that was amazing. I—I—thank you.”
She laughs, unsure what else to say, and I’m happy with her gratitude. I need nothing else from her.
“Can you stand, cailín ?”
“I think so.”
I ease my fingers out of her, and she watches me lick them. “Mmm.”
I waggle my eyebrows at her as I clean my fingers. She laughs and shakes her head.
“If you say so.”
I slide her bra back into place and gaze down at her.
“ Cailín , do you want to go back to a private room, or is there somewhere out here you’d like to fuck me?”
“Whatever you want, sir. I’m happy to go along with that.”
“Well, I’d like to strip you bare and have my way with you.”
“Okay.”
“And I want to feel your naked skin against mine, so that means going to a private room.”
“That’s fine with me, sir.”
I guide her to the stairs, and we make our way to the second floor. There are several rooms open this evening, so I let her peek into each as we pass them.
“Which one appeals to you?”
“Mmm. I’m not really down for the nursery, but the classroom or the extreme room work for me, since we already used the doctor’s office.”
“All right. If we go to the one with all the equipment, is there anything in particular you do or don’t want to use?”
“Um, not that I can think of. To be honest, sir, I trust you with whatever you have in mind, so whatever you would like.”