Chapter 4
4
MADISON
I leave Master Blake’s office and head straight for the ladies’ room. I need to freshen up after what we just did on his desk. A blush rises to my cheeks when I catch a glimpse at my appearance in the mirror, noting my mussed hair and twisted dress. Guess we aren’t being very discreet, but I can’t seem to find it in me to care. He gave me what I so desperately needed and that’s all I can think about right now.
The restroom is deserted while I clean myself up in the stall. Then I wash my hands and use my fingers to comb through my tangled hair. It probably wouldn’t be such a mess if I wore my natural curls. But my mother hates them, says they make me look wild, which is why she insists that I get a monthly silk press to keep my tresses shiny and straight.
I smooth the wrinkles in my dress, then dig through my purse for my lip gloss. I’ve just found it when the door opens and a small group of girls walks inside. I recognize them from math class. They’re sophomores, and they act like they own the damn campus.
“I’m telling you, the guy is hot,” one of the girls declares. I know that her name is Chrissy, because I remember Master Blake calling on her in class today. “And I just know Professor Alexander is hung like a horse. He can barely keep his dick contained in those slacks he wears.” There’s a bitter taste in my mouth when I hear who they’re gossiping about. “I’m going to seduce him before the semester is over. Just you wait and see,” Chrissy babbles on as I stare at her reflection with rage burning through me.
The two other girls laugh as they primp and preen in the mirror. “And what makes you think a sexy man like that is single?” one of them asks.
Chrissy shrugs her shoulders. “Doesn’t matter if he is or isn’t. I’ll sleep with him anyway. Men never say no to me.”
She purses her lips and pulls her shirt down in the front, making her tits almost pop out of her V-neck top. She’s arrogance and sleazy intentions. Bitch.
I don’t want to hear another word from her trashy mouth, so I hurriedly finish applying my lip gloss and toss it back into my bag. I’m rushing out of the restroom while my chest tightens at the thought of Master Blake agreeing to sleep with Chrissy. And why wouldn’t he? We aren’t a couple. We’ve only slept together twice. It’s not like I have a claim on him or anything.
But I really wish that I did. I want to be his more than anything. I don’t care about the risks.
I consider his invitation to come to Club Sin this evening. That has to mean something, right? It at least means that he wants to see me again, but does he feel anything else for me? Is it just sex? And what if it is? What will I do then?
I arrive at the club that evening in a slinky black dress and my masquerade mask. Master Blake is sitting at the long mahogany bar that runs along the back wall in the main room, opposite the stage where he performs. He’s about to take a sip of his whiskey, but he sets the glass down and stalks toward me when his gaze lands on mine.
His eyes roam over my body from head to toe. I might not know him all that well yet, but it’s obvious he likes what he sees. He reaches for my hand, grasping it tight as he tugs me through the crowd without saying a word. I know exactly where we’re headed, and anticipation coils in my stomach.
We stop at the same private room as before, and remembering what we did makes my pulse race and my thighs clench. But I’m suddenly feeling a bit awkward too. I’ve never had a purely sexual relationship. I’ve never had a relationship with anyone at all. And I’m not sure if that’s what I want now. We should probably discuss this, but that’s not what people come to a sex club to do, now is it? It’s not like he asked me on a date or anything.
“What's going on in that beautiful head of yours?” Master Blake leans forward to whisper in my ear, and I realize I’ve been standing in the doorway as indecision wars within me.
“I… I’m not sure how to do this,” I admit, feeling foolish for agreeing to return here.
I was bold in his office this afternoon, but that stemmed from pent-up sexual frustration and a manic determination to prove to myself that Master Blake wants me as much as I want him. Without either of those motivators, I’m unsure of myself in this dark, chaotic environment that oozes with sex. He’s older and much more experienced, and I have no idea what he wants with a girl like me.
“Come. Let’s sit.” He makes the decision for me and gestures to the bed.
Relieved that he’s taking the lead, I follow and have a seat beside him. Our thighs lightly touch and it settles my nerves, being so close to him. But then, the intrusive thoughts fill my head and I’m reminded of the girls in the bathroom today.
That stupid Chrissy. I don’t know who she thinks she is. She’s not that special.
But the girls did bring up an interesting point, one I never thought to consider. Master Blake is devastatingly handsome. Surely some lucky woman has snagged him up. I mean, he must be in a relationship with someone. Maybe he’s…
“Are you married?” I blurt, then cringe at my lack of social graces. “I mean… you’re single, right? Or is some crazy person gonna come after me because they think they’re in a relationship with you?”
He laughs and the hearty sound makes me smile. “I’m single, little one,” he confirms, appearing amused.
Relief washes over me. “That’s good.” Then my brow wrinkles with confusion. “But why?”
God, why am I acting like I was raised in a barn?
I inwardly roll my eyes at myself but Master Blake just chuckles. “By choice, honey. I haven’t dated anyone in a long time.”
“I bet you get lots of offers, though,” I mutter. I hate that I sound like a jealous teenager, and I’m probably freaking him out with my clinginess. “I’m sorry. It’s just that I overheard some girls gossiping about you, and Chrissy said?—”
“Ugh,” he interrupts with a sour expression. “ Her. To be honest, she has hit on me and not so subtly, I might add. She flat-out suggested that we go fuck in my office.”
Resentment surges through me, burning hot and filling my veins with lava. I know that he can see the irritation on my face because he pulls me in for a scorching kiss. It doesn’t last long, but I’m dazed and struggling to catch my breath when he breaks away.
“You can forget about her. You’re the only girl I’m fucking in my office. Or anywhere else, for that matter.” His words calm the storm that was brewing inside me, and his intense gaze fills me with courage.
Feeling bold again, I rise from the bed and straddle his lap, never breaking the eye contact between us. He’s wearing a black dress shirt, and I make quick work of unbuttoning it before pushing it off his broad, tanned shoulders. I shove against his chest until he’s lying flat on the bed, but I know this is only happening because he’s allowing me to do it. He’s giving me a little control tonight, and I find it to be exhilarating.
Crawling down his body, I feel braver by the second. I flick open his pants, tug down the zipper, and carefully free his thick cock. It’s long and hard, but the skin is soft and warm. I pump my hand up and down his length, holding his gaze as I stroke him.
“Fuck, yes,” he breathes. “Put it in your mouth, Madison. I want to see your sexy lips wrapped around my dick.”
Eager to please him, I run the tip of my tongue along the underside of his cock, swirling it around the flared head before taking him deep into my throat. I’ve never done this before, but I’ve watched several women at the club. None of that could prepare me for the moment when his cock reaches the back of my throat, causing me to gag.
I ease off a little, my mouth watering as tears well in my eyes. I’m worried he’ll be displeased with my inexperience, but his heated gaze tells me otherwise and encourages me to continue. His hand cradles my head as I bob up and down, sucking and licking, savoring the feel of him in my mouth while reading his reactions to figure out what he likes. His abs tighten and release, and his chest begins to heave with each breath. But he keeps his eyes glued to what I’m doing the entire time, his pupils blown wide as he watches me.
I think he’s close to coming and I’m ready to swallow down every drop of his cum when he yanks me off, jerking me up his body until I’m sprawled across his chest. I lift up, straightening my spine, and once again straddle his hips. I’m still wearing my dress, so I drag it off over my head and toss it aside. I’m intentionally braless again, which leaves me in a pair of tiny black panties with lace trim.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous like this,” he says, and I preen at his praise. “But as much as I want to play with you tonight, I need back inside your tight little cunt.”
I mindlessly roll my hips, dragging my wet pussy along his rigid length.
His hands grip my thick waist as he groans. “Are you teasing me, little one?” He smirks. “You looking for a punishment?”
I found it so erotic when he spanked me in his office and my pussy throbbed with need. I wouldn’t mind enduring that again if it ends in explosive sex like it did the last time.
I don’t respond to Master Blake’s rhetorical question and roll my hips again instead, slowly and seductively. He narrows his eyes and licks his lips, before surprising me with his next movements. He swiftly lifts me off his lap, rises from the bed, and promptly positions me on the mattress. Bent over with my ass in the air.
My eyes are wide when he reaches for a short flogger that was already placed on the bed. I missed it when we walked in, but he must’ve placed it there before I arrived, and it turns me on to know he was prepared for me. It’s small, but I bet it packs a punch if the person using it knows what they’re doing. And I have full confidence that Master Blake knows his way around a good flogger and a whip.
“I want you to count for me, little one,” he explains, dragging the strips of leather along my spine. “You’ve driven me crazy all week, and now you want to tease me when you know I need to come. So, I’m giving you ten lashings. Think you can handle that?”
I brace myself, wondering if he plans to be rough or take it easy on me. I welcome both as long as it gets him to fuck me afterwards.
I bite my lip and nod, but he shakes his head. “Use your words, Madison. Always use your words.”
“Yes,” I confirm confidently. “Yes, Master Blake.”
“Daddy,” he replies.
I blink at him over a shoulder. “What?”
“Everyone else calls me Master , but you… You’re my precious little one . You call me Daddy .”
My lips spread into a shy smile and warmth blooms in my cheeks. “Yes, Daddy,” I answer, before resuming my position with my palms flat on the bed.
“Now, count for me,” he commands, then delivers the first strike.
My body tenses, then relaxes as I welcome the hint of pain immediately followed by a flood of endorphins. “One,” I say breathlessly.
He strikes my back and ass and thighs again and again, watching my reaction to each one as I count aloud. It stings, but the pain quickly fades to nothing as he continues. A numbness takes over my skin, but what really affects me is the way he touches me, soothing my reddened flesh with affectionate caresses. It feels so intimate that my heart tugs with each pass of his heavy hand.
And my pussy is dripping wet. I can sense my arousal on the insides of my thighs.
When I finally say, “Ten,” he growls and rips my panties clean off my body.
I gasp as Blake drives himself deep into my pussy with his strong fingers digging into my hips as he holds on to me. I cry out at the invasion of his steely cock, but I’m overwhelmed with pleasure and my slick core clenches around him.
“I want your eyes on me,” he explains before withdrawing his cock and flipping me onto my back. He spreads my legs wide until my knees are almost pressed against the mattress. Then he slams every inch of his hard dick inside me until he nudges at my cervix. “Fuck!” he roars as I suck in a sharp lungful of air.
“Daddy!” I dig my nails into his forearms as I brace myself with each thrust. “Oh God… Daddy…” I whine, but it does nothing to deter him from railing my aching pussy with his thick cock.
It’s coming too fast, but I can’t hold it back, and my orgasm sends heated bliss coursing through my body. My trembling walls squeeze his cock when he yells my name with a growl. “Take all of this cum, baby. Don’t miss a single drop.”
I can feel each spurt when he twitches inside me, and I watch his expression relax with his release. He’s a handsome man, but at this moment, he’s gorgeous.
He’s perfect.
Something inside me shifts as we both settle, and he collapses onto my chest while I cradle him between my thighs. I wrap my legs around his waist as his dick softens inside me, feeling our combined releases slowly seeping out. I’m happy and sated and I know that there’s something real happening between us. Something that could be amazing, if we’re willing to take a chance.
I just hope he thinks I’m worth risking his career for.