Chapter 5
Chapter Five
Taylor
I’m trembling when I arrive at Sins. I sit in my semi-wrecked car and try to work up the nerve to go in.
I’m wearing black thigh-highs with the seam up the back and little satin bows at the top, a short black skirt, and an asymmetrical top that’s sleeveless on one side and strappy on the other.
I’m not sure how to play this. My co-workers will think I’m coming in for my shift.
When they see me with Marco, I will never hear the end of it.
Everyone is going to want to know how he broke down my resolve to never play at my workplace.
A light tapping at my window makes me scream.
“Oh! Marco!” I struggle to open my door with trembling fingers, but he gets it open first.
He’s in dom mode, wearing one of those commanding, unforgiving masks the doms put on for their submissive. It’s different from the indulgent charm he uses when ordering drinks from me.
Whatever he sees in my face makes his expression soften.
“Hi.” He cradles my cheek with his hand–like a lover, not a master–and slowly lowers his face to mine.
His lips brush over my open mouth, then he tastes me. The kiss grows, starting soft, ending with his tongue deep in my mouth, his teeth scraping over my lips and me soaking my panties.
“You look beautiful, Taylor,” he murmurs, still cradling my face with one hand.
I’m breathless. “Thank you.”
“Thank you, Sir,” he corrects but his lips quirk at the corners. “Tonight you’ll follow protocol. You’ll address me as Sir or Master. You’ll do nothing without permission or my command. Any hesitation or disobedience will be punished. Are we clear?”
My palms are sweaty and my heart hammers against my ribs. My head bobs my agreement.
“Yes, Sir,” he corrects.
“Yes, Sir.” It sounds like I’ve just run a hundred yard dash.
He kisses my forehead. It seems like an oddly tender gesture and I try to remember if I’ve seen him do it with his submissives before. “Good girl.”
I’m not working for his tips tonight, but it seems I still love to earn his approval, because the words enter my chest and send warmth cascading down to my toes. I relax and allow him to usher me out of the parking lot and through the back door.
“I’ve arranged for a private room upstairs,” he says, guiding me to the back staircase.
I’m instantly relieved. He seems to understand that I don’t want to be observed by my co-workers while we scene.
The private rooms upstairs cost five grand a night.
I’m sure Marco can afford it, but he usually chooses a more public play area downstairs, so I’m gratified he was willing to make this consideration for me.
His hand rests lightly at my lower back as I hike the stairs in my stilettos, distinctly aware of everything around me–the deep, grinding pulse of the music, the shimmer of red and blue light, the distant crack of a paddle and a resulting scream.
Landon, one of Sins’ dungeon masters stands in the hallway, monitoring.
Even the private rooms are supervised at Sins with black curtains instead of doors and a one-way mirror in each area for observation. My boss wants to ensure everything remains safe, sane, and consensual.
I know that if I said “Red” and Marco didn’t respect it, Landon would step in.
He and I once had a conversation about the fact that Marco and his buddies were probably mafia but that wouldn’t stop him from protecting a submissive from one of them if he had to.
He also said that the guys had never once given him any trouble, which has been my experience, too.
In fact, I feel like they’re more respectful than a lot of the guys who come to Sins.
Landon points us to our reserved room and Marco holds the curtain back for me to enter.
It has a leather loveseat, a spanking bench and asmall table with an array of implements neatly arranged. I see a paddle, hairbrush, leather slapper, cat o’nine tails, and soft red ribbon.
My knees buckle.
Marco loops an arm around me from behind and pulls me against his body. “Don’t be scared, angel.” His breath feathers hot against the shell of my ear. “I won’t use the wicked ones unless you misbehave.”
My pussy clenches.
“But you’re not going to misbehave, are you?”
“No, Sir.”
“Good girl.” His hand slides lower, down my thigh to the edge of my skirt, then back up the inside. He traces the top of my thigh-high with a light touch. “I like these.” He turns me to face him. “Let me see them, properly.” His voice takes on the deeper tenor of a command.
My hands fly to the waistband of my skirt, but then I hesitate. Does that mean take off my skirt? Is this like Simon Says? He told me I shouldn’t do anything without permission or command.
Amusement flickers over his face. I see the trace of indulgence that he wears that makes him so sexy to me when he flirts.
“Take off your skirt, angel.” His tone is milder now.
I’m grateful he’s not going full dom on me right now. I’m way too nervous to handle it.
I shimmy out of my skirt.
Marco’s lids droop as he takes in my see-through lace panties that match the black thigh-highs.
“Fucking gorgeous. Lose the top.”
I pull off my top. I’m not wearing a bra, so I’m now in nothing but my panties, hose, and heels.
“Good girl. You’re perfect. Absolutely perfect.” He takes my upper arm and leads me to the side of the sofa, where he bends me over the overstuffed arm. “Let’s see how your ass fared from this morning’s spanking.”
He runs a hand over my skin. He left marks this morning–nothing terrible. Some red blotchy marks. They don’t hurt anymore except for a twinge or two when I squeeze them.
He gives my ass a couple of light slaps, then strokes a slow circle around the globes of my ass. “I think a submissive should always have a red, hot ass while we scene. It helps focus you, reminds you who is in charge and that there are consequences for disobedience.”
“I’m not going to disobey,” I say tartly.
Seriously.
There’s no way I’d disobey. I have no interest in experiencing a spanking from anything other than his hand.
He delivers three hard spanks and I yelp. “You just did, angel.”
Moisture leaks between my legs. My mind races to understand what I did wrong so I don’t repeat it.
“I’m not going to disobey, Sir, ” I correct. “I mean, I won’t disobey again, Sir.”
Apparently, he’s not mollified, because he holds my hip with one hand and starts spanking me steadily.
Already sore from this morning, I squirm and try to dodge his hand, but he doesn’t relent until my ass is burning and I’m whimpering from the sensation.
“Mmm.” He strokes his palm over my heated skin. “That’s better.” He leans down and kisses one cheek. “You’re going to be my good girl?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He helps me to stand upright and turns me to face him. “Do you want to use the standard safe words of red, yellow, and green ?”
I nod. “Yes, Sir. I mean, whatever you want.”
This earns me a sexy smile. “Good girl. On your knees, Taylor," Marco commands as he takes a handful of my hair and lowers me to where I'm at eye level with his hard cock.
I want to taste, swirl my tongue, devour his length, but I wait for his command as he has taught me to do.
He pulls my hair back. His hold is firm.
“Open your mouth," he says.
I do as he says… slightly.
His cock slides between my parted lips, and he rubs it over my tongue.
He pulls my hair back and thrusts his cock deeper and deeper, sliding it into my mouth, and I suck him all the way down, cutting off my air supply.
His dick pulses, and he groans as I lick the underside of his smooth skin.
"So good, Taylor. Lick it. Swirl it." He guides my mouth up and down his shaft. "Now tighten those lips around me."
I do as I'm told, hollowing my cheeks to suck, squeezing and releasing as I bob up and down on his cock, trying to suck him as hard as I can.
“That's it. You're such an eager little cock sucker,” he groans. “Such a good girl.”
I'm consuming his cock, pushing through my throat, taking as much as I can.
“Good, girl,” Marco praises me more as he yanks on my hair again. "I am going to teach you to be the best submissive you can be."
My body trembles as my orgasm builds simply from his praise and knowing I'm pleasing him.
"Enough." He pulls his cock out of my mouth, and it is glistening with my saliva.
He rubs the head over my lips, and I simply look up into his eyes and wait for my next command.
"Stand up. Then go bend over and put your hands on the couch."
I obey, my head a little dizzy, as I rise to my tiptoes and bend over.
"Spread your legs."
I widen my stance, biting my lip when I feel his hand on my ass.
He reaches around my body, and I gasp when he slaps my pussy, the sting sending shivers down my spine.
"I didn't give you permission to bite your lip."
"I'm sorry, Sir," I apologize quickly, enjoying the feel of the word Sir and how it flows from my mouth with ease.
He rubs his hand over my ass, and then spanks me hard. I lower my head and try to calm my nerves. My mind screams no , my body demands yes, and the confusion nearly buckles my knees.
“Open your legs wider.”
I do as I'm told, and then feel his hand on my ass. He spreads my ass cheeks with his thumbs.
"Has anyone fucked this ass before?"
I shake my head. "No, Sir."
"Good." He then lowers his hand to my pussy and spanks it again. "Is this my pussy?"
I nod again.
"Say it."
"This is your pussy, Sir."
"Good girl. If you continue being a good girl, then I might fuck this needy pussy tonight, my cock stretching your tight, little hole. And tomorrow night... I may just fuck this ass of yours too."
I’m trembling even more now, so turned on by it all. "Yes, Sir," I moan.
"Put your finger in your pussy, Taylor. I want to see you make it nice and wet for me. Stretch it for my cock."
Holy hell, the way this man speaks to me is… everything. So demanding. So powerful. And so damn sexy.