Chapter 28
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Morgan
Master Asad was looking at her very oddly, but it sounded like he wanted to scene with her. And she didn’t see Cassidy anywhere or any other submissive standing there like they were waiting on him.
He squared his shoulders, giving her a look she immediately recognized.
The one that said he was in charge, that he was making a mental shift from Asad to Master Asad, not just a Dom in the club but a Dom who was focused on her.
Excitement thrummed through her, her anticipation heightening in a way that it hadn’t when Master Connor had begun flogging her.
Not that he’d been flogging her very hard.
Master Connor was right; he wasn’t a good match for her.
She’d been drawn to him for the wrong reasons.
Yes, he was the right Dom for a submissive who needed cuddling and comforting, which Morgan had wanted, but she needed more than that.
She’d wanted him because he was the opposite of Asad.
Because he wouldn’t remind her of Asad. Because she didn’t want something close to what she’d had with Asad.
She’d wanted Asad. And if she couldn’t have him, she now realized, she’d wanted the opposite of him.
Which was Connor.
“I’m taking over the scene,” Master Asad said. He glanced at Connor. “Thank you for taking care of her.”
“Of course.”
“Thank you, Master Connor,” Morgan echoed softly.
“I’m sorry.” She wasn’t sure she could put into words why she was apologizing, but Master Connor seemed to understand.
He smiled at her, putting his large palm on top of her head almost like a reassuring stroke, then moved away.
For such a big man, he moved very quietly.
Then she was left with Master Asad, who was studying her with a dark, intense look she’d never seen before. He appeared to be contemplating something. Morgan dropped her head because looking at him over her shoulder while she held onto the cross was uncomfortable.
After a long moment, he finally spoke.
“Morgan, do you want a scene on the cross?”
“Um…” She lifted her head up. She hadn’t really thought about it. That’s what Master Connor had suggested, so that’s what she’d prepared to do.
“Morgan.” This time when she met his gaze, the intensity had solidified. “Run.”
“What?” The question popped out of her mouth before she could think.
An utterly wicked smile curved the left side of his lips.
“Run, baby. Do your best not to let me catch you.”
Oh. Oh.
Panic and excitement bubbled up inside her.
Master Asad took a step toward her, and Morgan bolted.
The haze of emotions was making it hard for her to think, especially when she glanced over her shoulder and saw him coming after her—he wasn’t quite running, but the look of intense determination in his eye was scary as hell.
She had absolutely no idea what he planned to do with her when he caught up, and the truth was, she didn’t want to know.
It made everything more exciting.
Startled looks and a few cheers followed her as she scurried through the Dungeon with a Dom hot on her heels. Since she wasn’t yelling ‘red’ and he wasn’t yelling at anyone to catch her, everyone either moved out of their way or got in their way, according to their personalities.
She dodged around Master Connor, who had halted at the bottom of the stairs to see what happened, and he smirked down at her. Breathless, she rushed past, glancing over her shoulder at the top of the stairs just in time to see him move out of the way for Master Asad.
The big meanie.
She appeared at the top of the stairs of the main floor, and quite a few heads turned their way to look at her, more following the first as they realized there was something to look at—a completely naked sub standing there, out of breath and looking slightly panicked.
She could see Master Brian, his eyes widening as he caught sight of her.
And Master Asad was still coming up behind her.
She was definitely not headed to the front of the room. Nope.
Not upstairs, either. That was a trap.
The gardens.
It was a nice enough night.
Darting to the left, she made the quick turn down the hall that led to the back of the club where the gardens were.
Despite the industrial style of the building, the gardens behind it were extensive, filled with trees and large bushes, along with flowerbeds.
There were small clearings with outdoor BDSM equipment for couples who wanted to play out there.
Dungeon Monitors walked through them the same way they did the Dungeon and Stronghold’s upper level.
It was perfectly safe.
Yet as Morgan rushed out the door and onto the garden path, she didn’t feel safe.
She’d barely reached the line of hedge bushes that lined the garden when she heard the door behind her slam shut.
Master Asad.
Glancing over her shoulder, she saw him leaping down from the stairs. With a panicked squeak, she quickly turned down another path.
He wouldn’t harm her, though he might hurt her, yet the adrenaline from being chased was making her pulse race. Her hair whipped around her when she reached another intersection, looking left and right before choosing to run right. How far was he behind her? Had he made a wrong turn?
She didn’t know.
There was no way to tell.
The only thing she could hear was the sound of her breathing.
Turning into a clearing lit by little lights hanging from the trees, she paused. There was a padded bench in the center of the small space with no back, obviously meant for bending someone over it. Likely, it would make a very good spanking bench.
Morgan paused, pressing her hand to her chest to try to calm her pounding heart and ragged breath, straining to hear if anyone was approaching. Unsure of where Master Asad was behind her… if he was anywhere close to her.
Now that she was listening, she could hear a lot more people in the garden. Muffled moans. Some soft cries. Slaps of flesh against flesh. Which made it all the harder to hear someone stalking her through the pathways.
Holding her breath, she pressed her lips together.
Listening.
And shrieked as Master Asad rounded the corner, his gaze catching hers.
She darted for the other exit to the clearing, but he was there before she could reach it, appearing in front of her like a villain in a horror movie. Except she wasn’t terrified so much as excited… although she shrieked as if she was in real danger.
Turning on a dime, she lurched forward, only to feel his hand catch her chin from behind, turning her back toward him. She fell face-first into his chest, which muffled her cry.
Oh my goodness.
She felt his growl as much as heard it.
“Going somewhere, baby?”
Tilting her head back, Morgan looked up at him. His face was shadowed by the dim lighting, but she could still see his dark eyes glittering at her.
“Um…”
Morgan tried to make a break for it again, but she found herself on her knees on the soft dirt a moment later, Asad’s body surrounding her, his erection rubbing up against her ass.
The leather of his pants was smooth against her skin, but she could still feel the prominent bulge pressing against her, and she whimpered. She wanted him so badly.
“Are you a naughty girl?” he asked, one hand still around her neck, the other moving to cup her breast. He squeezed, massaging the soft flesh, then pinched her nipple hard enough to make her gasp.
“No?” It came out as a question rather than a firm answer because she didn’t know what her role was in this little scenario. She didn’t think she’d been bad.
“Oh, no?” He pinched her nipple harder, twisting it, and her pussy spasmed in response.
Arching her hips, she rubbed her backside against his groin, her swollen lips tingling as she clenched emptily.
Asad’s fingers fluttered against her throat, and he leaned forward, scraping his teeth against the back of her shoulder.
“So you didn’t try to scene with another man tonight? ”
Morgan whimpered as his teeth bit into her flesh, sending a spurt of sheer ecstasy through her. Her elbows nearly buckled.
“I… I…” Her mind had gone blank. “I didn’t know…”
She hadn’t known it would be a problem. Hadn’t thought he would care. Didn’t know if he was being serious or if he was playing a role. The lines between fantasy and reality were blurring, and she didn’t want to make a wrong turn or say the wrong thing.
Releasing her from his bite, though keeping his hold on her neck, Master Asad pulled back and slapped her ass, hard. She cried out, shuddering as he spanked her again.
The hot sting rocked through her a moment before she felt his cock press against her pussy. She cried out as he thrust in, hard and fast.
It wasn’t that anything he was doing was particularly painful, though he did keep spanking her as he began fucking her from behind, but the chase, the way her nipple still throbbed from his pinch, and the continuous smacks as he rode her from behind, were enough to satisfy her dark cravings.
There was no gentleness to his thrusts. He was fucking her like a machine, pistoning into her from behind.
A moment later, his hands switched, so he could spank the other side of her ass.
Instead of gripping her throat, his other hand went to her hair, wrapping the long strands around his hand and pulling her head back.
Her scalp tingled and ached, pussy clenching around his cock as her ecstasy wound higher and higher within her.
Each slap of her ass made her clench around him, and she cried out as her orgasm crested.
As if he sensed her oncoming release, Master Asad suddenly stopped spanking her and shifted behind her.
His fingers moved over her hip and dipped between her legs, seeking out her clit.
They pinched the little nubbin, and Morgan screamed as the combination of pain and pleasure slammed into her, sending her orgasm over the edge, even as the pain swelled.
Tears slid from her eyes as his relentless grip turned her erotic bliss into inexpressible agony, his fingers rubbing back and forth, overwhelming her senses as he tormented her sensitive nub. Her elbows buckled, her lower body falling forward, and still he kept fucking her without losing a beat.
“Please!” She choked out the word, and shockingly, his fingers released her clit—only to give it a short, sharp smack. The sting on her swollen, sore nubbin made her scream again, her pussy convulsing around his thrusting cock.
With a low groan, he gripped her hip with the hand he’d been tormenting her with, and his grip on her hair tightened.
The hard thrusts of his cock rocked her forward, then he buried himself in her with a guttural sound.
Morgan shuddered, clenching, and felt the hot splash of liquid pulsing inside her, filling her.
He hadn’t used a condom.
The feeling of him bare inside her, filling her with his cum, made her shudder with another, smaller orgasm, leaving her panting and weak before him.
“Fuck…” His low curse was followed by his lips pressing against the back of her shoulder, right where he’d bitten her before.
Morgan wasn’t sure what to do next, so she held her position, waiting for some kind of cue from Master Asad. Her emotions were roiling as she tried to think of what it all might mean. She had no idea. There were endless possibilities, but her mind had gone completely blank.
“Fuck,” he repeated, then he was pulling out of her.
Morgan remained in position. She didn’t know what else to do.
A low chuckle, then she was pulled onto Asad’s lap.
He was still partially clothed, his pants around his thighs since he hadn’t bothered to pull them all the way off before fucking her.
In the dim lighting, she blinked up at him, as surprised by the cuddling as she was by the interruption to her scene and the chase. She sat still on his lap. Waiting. Master Asad sighed. It was a very deep sigh.
“Morgan…” His voice trailed off almost as soon as he’d started speaking.
“Yes?” she asked after a moment. She felt a bit bruised but also incredibly satisfied.
That had been wonderful. The only problem was that now she really didn’t want him scening with other submissives.
It had been hard enough walking away before.
If she saw him with another submissive after this, it was going to hurt so much more.
She didn’t entirely understand what had changed—she just knew something had.
“I think I would like to… to try dating for real. If you’re interested.” He stumbled over his words, but his tone was distant. Nonchalant. But he didn’t say things he didn’t mean. He’d never made Morgan guess what he did or didn’t want.
“I’m interested.”
“Really?” The distance was gone from his tone. He reached up to cup her chin, turning her face toward him and tipping her chin back, so he could see her more clearly.
“Really.”
“I’m probably going to be a terrible at it.”
“Me, too.” Morgan shrugged. “I had fun last week, though.”
“I did, too. And I missed you this week.”
“I missed you, too.” So much so that she hadn’t felt comfortable admitting it to anyone.
Not to Mistress Julie during their weekly session and not to any of her friends.
She hadn’t wanted them to think Master Asad had led her on in any way because he hadn’t.
It had been a fake relationship… but some of her feelings had turned real.
“It’s probably going to make a lot of people really unhappy.”
“I don’t care.” She lifted her chin. “I get to make my own decisions. Even if they’re bad ones.”
“Are you saying that you already think I’m a bad decision?”
“I don’t know, are you?” She giggled when he poked her in the side. She was being truthful, but she realized he’d been teasing when he asked the question.
Then he sighed.
“Probably. I haven’t actually dated anyone in a really long time, but… I like you. A lot. I really don’t like the idea of you scening with anyone else, and this is the best way to prevent that.”
“I really didn’t like seeing you with Cassidy,” she admitted. “That’s partly why I want to try too. I think it would hurt a lot to see you scene with someone else.”
“Okay. Then we’re on the same page.” He smiled at her.
“Yeah.” She smiled back at him.
“Now, we just have to go tell everyone.”
Morgan’s smile slipped just a little.
“Can we stay here like this a little longer?” she asked. For all her bravado about insisting that she get to make her own choices, she would like a little time to brace herself before having to actually do it.
“Sure, Red. As long as you need.”