Bondage Anniversary (13 page)

“Sorry, I’ve been up to my ass in work the last few weeks. I’ll look over the documents you sent me and send you any changes we need to make Tuesday or Wednesday of next week.”

Laura knew now Nick hadn’t been working on business, he’d been busy reading the BDSM cache he’d found on her tablet and planning this weekend for them. Secretly she was pleased she came before his work. “What sort of events do you have planned, André?” Laura asked.

From what Laura could tell, André was truly committed to his beliefs. He seemed to have more on his mind than making a quick buck, but he was pretty business savvy too. She could see why Nick liked him. “I want the evening to center on education. I ran across a saying a while back that’s been tumbling around in this empty head of mine ever since. ‘When was the last time you did something for the first time?’ I love it. It sparks so many different connections in my brain.”

“I like that one too.” She looked at her husband. Sitting at dinner with a clamp on her clitoris would certainly qualify. Sharing a secret smile, they both started laughing.

“Obviously, you two know what I’m talking about. Constantly learning and exploring keeps life fun. You two have been married for a long while yet you look at each other like you’re newlyweds. Clearly, you’ve found something that works. I’m selfish and I wish it was club life because I think you’d be great mentors, but I know Nick doesn’t want to hear my sales pitch again.” He raised his hand. “And I respect that.” Still he mumbled, “But you would and you know it.”

Nick raised his eyebrow and gave André a stern look, then shook his head. Laura laughed at the two men. They must have butted heads over this more than once. “Nick is honoring my wishes to keep that side of our lives private.”

“I have the same desire, Laura. Don’t let André’s wheedling bother you. For someone who preaches acceptance, he can be a bit closed-minded.”

André tipped his head back and laughed. Yes, Laura could see why Nick liked him. He seemed like a good guy.

“To answer your question, Laura, we are setting up multiple exhibition rooms where we will rotate presentations. We have some big names coming in to give demonstrations. You might enjoy the ‘learning the ropes’ session, Nick. We have everything from beginning to advanced technique classes.”

“I’m comfortable with rope, André.” Laura knew that tone. In Nick’s mind the subject was closed.

“We’re having a whipping practice contest. I know you don’t want to miss that.” André’s amusement was evident. Nick started laughing. Obviously, there was a story Laura had not been privy too.

“I was a little…competitive, when it came to the practice stand.”

Nick looked sheepish. This was an expression she rarely saw. She couldn’t help smiling.

“A little?” André nearly choked on his wine. “Shit, man, you humbled Ted. I swear he spent the next month living and breathing the four-footer until he matched your score.”

Her husband won a whipping contest? What the fuck? She promised herself she wouldn’t ask any questions that would embarrass Nick, but she didn’t like where this conversation was headed.

Laura pictured him whipping some twenty-something twig of a girl with perky boobs. Her heart stuttered at the idea of him sharing something like that with another woman. Why was she jealous? She didn’t want to be whipped. Did she? Maybe. Maybe not. One thing was for sure, she didn’t want him whipping anyone else.

“The practice stand is shaped like a torso and there are rows after rows of stations. The level of expertise the person practicing has decides what the stations are filled with. We were using raw eggs. You got points for jiggling them, but points were deducted if they came off the stations or cracked. While many subs need a stronger delivery, this teaches the Dom to control both the location and the strength of each blow.”

Laura nodded like she understood. All she could focus on was the fact that he hadn’t practiced with a woman. She smiled up at him like a lovestruck teenager and frankly didn’t care.

“And your husband dominated.” All three of them laughed at his choice of words.

She nodded again. “I can believe that.”

Nick took her hand to his lips and kissed her in the center of her palm. God she loved him. They had to make this work. She’d never wanted anything as much as she wanted this.

“We have a strong sub group. It has a mix of men and women submissives that meet and plot against”—he smiled—“sorry, they prefer the word
discuss
their Doms and how to best meet their needs. Which is code for how to make their Doms crazy. I know my life gets turned topsy-turvy after every meeting. So, I’ve instituted a Doms’ retreat where we share techniques we’ve found particularly useful. We also have a session for switches and for multiple partner groups. Some of the locations have requested a Domme session be added to the agenda.”

“It sounds like you have something for everyone.” Laura’s head was spinning. She had no idea what she’d expected, but this wasn’t it. Maybe her brain was having trouble keeping up because her clit was throbbing and needed immediate attention.

“How are you going to monitor the privacy rooms when you have tourists roaming the club?” Nick had drifted into work mode. She knew he was thinking in terms of liability issues, but he was already acquainted with what the club offered. This wasn’t all new to him.

“They’ll be locked and off limits for the evening. The members have been made aware. Since it isn’t a normal play night, it shouldn’t cause a problem. We’re planning a masked ball to round off the evening. We’re encouraging costumes or fetwear, but not requiring it. Monica is pushing the masks in hopes it will bring in people who are curious, but embarrassed. Once they see what we have to offer, they can overcome their fears and embrace the lifestyle.”

“Which increases participation and membership in the clubs, and sales for your toy division. Very savvy.”

“Absolutely! I like her, Nick, you are one lucky son of a bitch.” He turned to Laura. “If you ever get tired of running a trillion dollar corporation, you have a standing offer at DiscipliNation”

“Back off, André. She’s isn’t in the market for a job, a Dom or anything else you may be implying.”

Laura turned to look at Nick. His serious tone shocked her. He didn’t have a jealous bone in his body. Did he?

“Just keeping you on your toes, Branson. A woman likes to know she has options.” Laura was a pretty good judge of people. André wasn’t interested in her in the least. He was just having fun pushing Nick’s buttons.

She took Nick’s hand and put it back in her lap to remind him just how committed she was to him. “Now, André, Nick knows he owns me lock, stock and barrel.”

André shook his head in disgust. “Damn, Nick, I need you at our Dom retreats. Why are you such a stubborn asshole?”

Laura caught Nick flipping André the bird. “I don’t need to rub elbows with Fritch or Ambrose to get my kink on. We’ve had this discussion. It’s old news.”

“All right, all right. You win again, as usual.” André grabbed the check. “Laura, it has been a pleasure dining with you. I hope we can do it again soon.”

“It was nice speaking with you, André. Good luck with your event. I’m sure it will be a success.”

As soon as she stood up and the pearls swung forward she giggled. After meeting with André she felt so much better. If Nick had behaved inappropriately at the club, he wouldn’t have been comfortable bantering back and forth with André. She also understood a little better why he didn’t want to take her to the club. Fritch and Ambrose were on the board of her corporation. It would be extremely awkward to see or be seen by those two.

Once in the car, she opened the conversation. “I didn’t realize you were real friends with André.” She hoped he’d fill in some of the blanks.

“He’s a good guy. He works his ass off to promote the lifestyle and safety within the community.” He nodded as if coming to a conclusion. “I like him.”

“You obviously like him, Nick. You were more comfortable around him than you are your own brother.”

“My brother is a pretentious asshole. André and I are kindred spirits.” He laughed. “And his subs run him around the block much like you do me.”

“Subs? Plural?” she asked, a little surprised.

“Crazy bastard has three full-time subs. I don’t understand it, but I don’t have to.” Nick met her gaze. “No, Laura.” He answered her unasked question. “I have
no
desire for a third party. You are all I want”—he chuckled—“or can handle!”

Was he reading her mind now? God help her, she chuckled to herself. “I’m glad. I wouldn’t put up with that crap. I don’t share.”

“Really? I never would have guessed!” The sarcasm dripped from each word until they were both laughing.

“Can we get back to the room quickly, Sir?”

His eyes darkened and his breath hitched when she used a soft, demure tone. “Are you tired, Angel?”

He was teasing her, the bastard. “No, I’m not tired. I have a certain”—she searched for the right word—“need. I’ve been very patient, I think.”

“Yes, Angel, you have.”

He pulled into a parking space and turned to face her. “What should we do about this need of yours?”

“I’d like you to relieve it, Sir,” she said pointedly.

“With pleasure. There are many ways to ease your ache. Which one would you prefer?” He seemed to like watching her squirm.

“You started this with your mouth. Maybe you should conclude it the same way.”
Two can play at this game.

“I think that can be arranged, Angel.” Like the gentleman he was, he got out, walked around and helped her up. She had to be careful how she moved along the seat so she didn’t get pinched by the clamp. It felt odd to accept help. Such a small thing really, but it seemed to please him, so why had she forced her independence for so long?

“So how badly do you want to come, Angel?” Nick’s soothing voice focused her wandering thoughts.

Her stomach clenched. He obviously had something in mind. “Very badly, Sir.”

“I will give you a choice. We can take a stroll through the pool area, then take the steps up to our room or we can cut through the lobby and take the elevator.” His smirk told her there was a catch.

“If I choose the most expedient route, what will it cost me, Sir?”

“We will use the next larger plug in your ass to heighten your need and further your training.”

Oh fuck
. If she tried to climb three flights of stairs, she might not make it to the room. Every step she took had those balls sliding and vibrating her clit into a fireball. “Through the lobby, Sir.”

He smiled broadly. “As you wish, my Angel.”

* * * *

Laura lay on the bed, legs apart. “This is going to be intense, Laura. Exhale as I release the clamp.”

“Ugh!” Her breathing quickened. “Oh, Master, please fuck me. I need you inside me.”

“In time, Angel, there’s no hurry. We have all evening.” He knew he had to give her a brief respite. She’d been clamped a long time. He didn’t mind her being deliciously sore, but painfully sore was out of the question. Taking his time, he kissed her thighs and circled her ass with his finger. It was important to go slow. He wanted her ass, but she wasn’t completely sold on the idea yet. If he rushed and hurt her, she might never be amendable to it.

He finger-fucked her pussy, making sure she stayed in a heightened state. Ensuring she was adequately lubed and relaxed was imperative too. He blew warm air on her clit. Her reaction was perfect as always. She was ready. “I’m going to blindfold you, Laura. I want to narrow your focus.”

“Yes, Sir.” For the most part she kept her eyes shut anyway. Giving her clear instructions would remove any unnecessary worry.

Nick made sure her eyes were covered before he removed the plug from his bag. Scaring her wouldn’t serve his purpose and if she got a look at the plug she would surely tense up. He made sure to keep at least some part of their bodies touching at all times. It kept them connected and reassured her he was with her every step of the way.

“I’m so proud of you, Angel. You exceed my expectations at every turn. You know you’re my soulmate, don’t you?”

She relaxed at the sound of his voice. He was so glad he could give that to her. “Yes, Nick, we were meant to be together.”

He overlooked her using his name this time. Allowing a sub to use a term of familiarity was bad form. It shifted the exchange of power, making it harder for the bottom to find sub space. Now was not the time to call her on it. He wanted her focused on her body, not her speech patterns.

While he finger-fucked her pussy and ass, he lightly kissed and suckled her clit. More of a friendly peck than the serious attention she wanted. When her ass began drawing his finger in, he knew it was time to move on. After he reapplied the lube to the rim of her ass and generously applied it to the plug, he was ready.

“Push back for me, Angel, and I’ll relieve your ache.” He spoke slowly, drawing each breath across her clit. He felt her stomach tighten as she pushed. Her sphincter muscles responded beautifully, opening and allowing the plug to slide in. Once it passed the tight rim, her ass drew it in until the base bottomed into her perineum.

Her breath was coming in a heady combination of pants and moans. She was killing him. He needed to be inside her, but this wasn’t about him. His job was to see to her pleasure in exchange for her submitting to him. And he never shirked his responsibilities.

Knowing he’d need them, Nick had brought several washcloths from the bathroom. After using one to wipe the lube from his hands, he started to gently tease her clit. Soon she was begging him for more. Increasing the intensity, he spun the plug, bringing her pleasure to a fevered pitch. “Master, may I come, please? Please, Master?”

It took every ounce of control he’d ever learnt not to soak the sheets. She’d remembered to ask permission and she’d called him Master. He wanted to give her the world on a solid gold platter. “Yes, Laura, come for me.” Spinning the plug, he sucked her clit into his mouth and swirled his tongue until she was screaming.

It was arrogant and prideful, but still his ego soared when her torso lifted off the bed as her orgasm rocked through her. He gentled his touch, but kept direct pressure on her clit until her body, completely and beautifully spent, fell limp across the mattress.