Marcus: A Black Lily Club Story (9 page)

Chapter 15

It’s Friday night. Sam sent the drive to get Allya at her house. We are having a spa day in Marcus’s condo. It’s amusing to see a grown man flee in the face of woman with hot wax and nail polish. The beauticians brought all sorts of equipment with them to set up. Sam broke out some of Marcus’s best wine.

Sam’s cell rings. She answers and turns to me. “The driver is out back with Allya, I’m going to go down and bring her up.”

“Okay, I’m going to crack open the wine.”

I hear Sam and Allya giggling their way up the stairs. They stumble through the doorway. Allya is wearing a black leather pencil skirt and a green corset. She looks stunning.

“So you like the outfit I picked out?” Allya twirls in a circle.

“ You look amazing, you’ll fit right in.”

We all head into the living room, carrying our wine glasses with us. Taking different seats around the space so the beauty team can get to work. The beauticians hand us robes, instructing us to strip and come back with those on.

A couple hours later we are all thoroughly waxed and painted. Sam and Allya opted for messy French braids with flowers strategically placed in a line down their backs. I chose loose waves, so my hair hangs free down my back. Sam and Allya head down to the club to get seats up front for support.

“Jasmine, I’m going to send Marcus up to get you, get your outfit on.” Sam drags Allya out the door.

I’m wearing the new outfit I bought for Marcus and I’m freshly groomed, just like he likes. I’m wearing the cuffs he used the last time we went to the club. The elevator door dings and he steps into the room. .

My nerves are wound. I don’t want to let him down tonight. I’m actually proud that he thinks I’ve come far enough to show off. He pulls me into his arms, smiling down. He slants his mouth over mine and I melt into his body. He runs his hands down my arms, leaving a trail of goose bumps in their wake. He takes a step back from me, spinning me around to take in all that I’m wearing. His breath hisses out through is lips. I swear his eyes flash that ominous glowing yellow as he takes in my new outfit. I’m wearing a blood red lace corset with sheer black stockings, no panties. The six-inch platform black strappy shoes make my legs look killer.

“Well isn’t this a lovely outfit.” Marcus pats my bare ass, sounding genuinely surprised with my choice of attire tonight, making me all bubbly inside to know I’ve pleased him.

“Come.” He beckons me. I’m tingling everywhere he touches me. I have goose bumps raised onto my skin stifling a shiver while squeezes my ass cheek.

“There are a few more things we have to do to prepare you for tonight before we head to the club.” Leading me to the sofa he guides me to a bending position with my ass high in the air and my shoulders on the cushions. I know where this is leading. He rubs the cool lube around my anus, pushing his finger in. I squirm at the sensation; he smacks my ass reminding me to be still. He puts in a second finger scissoring them around until my muscles start to relax. The broad head of the plug pushes into me. I’m instantly taking right to the edge of orgasm. He knows how much I like what he does to me. I never knew I would take to anal play so quickly, by the time he has the plug fully seated I’m panting for air. He helps me to a standing position and holds me until I regain some of my composure.

“I think a little more jewelry tonight will be appropriate for a public showing.” His smile is wicked as he heads to the bedroom.

I wonder what else he has in mind, I dare not speak. He didn’t ask a question merely stated what he wishes to do. He returns with a gold chain with some kind of device attached to it and a small velvet box. It looks like jewelry, but it’s too long for a necklace. The box is beautiful, rich blue velvet. Marcus kneels in front of me placing the chain around my waist. I watch, intrigued by him giving me a necklace for my belly. As he fastens it around me I notice more chain attached to a gold sliding clip. He leans forward and runs his tongue along my slit. My clit instantly hardens, peeking out of its protective hood begging for attention. He slips the clip over it and tightens it down. It pinches, I gasp. He loosens it a little, but leaving enough pressure that my clit is exposed and open for his touch at any time. He makes me walk around the living room. The chain tugs on my clit every time I take a step, with the plug in my ass and this chain on my clit, I’m barely in control and we haven’t went into the club yet. My breathing is ragged; I’m losing my composure.

“No coming yet.” He tilts my chin to look in his eyes. . “Just breathe through it. It will make tonight that much more. Now for the final adornment.” He opens the velvet box, inside is a beautiful thick gold omega chain with an M initial hanging on the front, a padlock on the back. He produces a key from his pocket. “I want you to wear my collar.”

I know what this means, he is claiming me as his submissive. It is a form of ownership. Showing all who see it who I belong to, who I chose to be with, it is a commitment from him to me and I to him.

“Yes Sir.” I finally breathe the words out of my mouth past the lump that has formed in my throat. He wants to keep me. He wants everyone to know I’m his and not just for the scene tonight, for always.

He slips the heavy gold necklace around my neck, when the padlock clicks into place I immediately relax. I’m truly his.

“Let’s go luv. We’ve a long night ahead of us.” He ushers me to the elevator and down into the basement of the club.

Chapter 16

She looks amazing tonight. I can’t believe she chose a blood red outfit. How fitting for this evening, her arousal wafts around me like a beacon. Her juices flowing onto her thighs as she walks, her body trembling on the verge of orgasm. All eyes are on her, as I lead her through the club, they know she’s mine. They are excited about seeing her submit to me. I lead her to one of the tables in the corner of the largest playroom of the dungeon area. I’m going to let her watch a few scenes herself before we do our own. Sam and Allya bring drinks over and sit with us.

“You look a little pale Jas, you okay?” Sam reaches across and takes her hand.

Jasmine turns her head to me and I nod. “You can speak freely with Sam and Allya luv.”

“God, Sam I’m so nervous.” Jasmine fingers the collar around her neck.

“You’ll do fine, I swear.” Sam smiles.

Jasmine’s body relaxes as she leans into me.

“Okay girls.” I look to Sam and Allya. “Better go get your seats.”

I turn to Jasmine. “It’s almost time for your performance are you ready?” I smell her arousal spike in response. Tonight is the night everything I taught her, we show to the public.

“I’m nervous and excited.” She turns and wraps her arms around my neck.

I’m pleased with her progress in communication. She’s made great strides in expressing herself, her wants, and needs.

“Good, the stage is being prepared for us, it’s our turn.” I smile

This is her first time in the lower level of the club; everyone down here is something other than human. I’m hoping after tonight she will piece together the question flitting through her mind about things she has seen and ask them.

Sam and Allya have taken up seats in the front row. I’m glad Jasmine has found friends in my circle that she gets along with so well. It’ll make her transition easier. The stalker she has will have to be dealt with at some point, but at least I know she will be protected at the club.

The scenes we walk by on the way to the stage are more extreme than upstairs. The welts and marks on the subs much harsher than she has been exposed too. The smell of blood and sex is heavy in this area. Her body tensing as we get closer to the stage. I release the leash on the cuff, taking her hand in mine.

“It’ll be okay.” I turn taking her in my arms.

“I’m nervous.” Her body trembles with fear.

“I’d never hurt you luv, you know that right?”

“I’m not afraid of you. What if I embarrass you?” she whispers into my chest.

“Do you trust me?” I stroke my hand down the soft waves of her hair.

“Yes.” She looks up at me with love in her eyes.

“Okay then, lets get started, you will enjoy yourself. I’ll make sure of it.” I lead her to the edge of the stage.

Chapter 17

We arrive at the stage. It’s a large raised circle in the middle of the room. There are chairs all the way around it. So observers can see from all sides. This is it. I’m getting up there and he is going to bare my soul to all these onlookers. I’m lucky to be here. Marcus is dropped dead gorgeous and he wants to show me off. With one last cleansing deep breath, I follow Marcus up the steps and allow him to shackle me to the hook hanging overhead. My toes barely reach the ground this position thrusts my breast forward. It pulls on the chain he has around my waist and tugs on my clit. I gasp. I’m so turned on, that little tug has me racing towards orgasm. God, we haven’t even started yet.

There are so many people down here ready to watch us. The thought that all these people want to see me makes me feel sexy and powerful. Marcus walks around me building the tension. He strokes my arms, with the slightest touch, raising goose bumps on my skin. The anticipation stealing my breath. He removes the ties from my corset peeling it from my body. My body trembles with desire.

Naked, except for the chain around my waist, I am on display for the whole room. There’s a whoosh of air as he brings the flogger close to my skin. He’s ready to start. The first contact is more of a caress, readying me for the others. Each strike becoming quicker, harder until he covers my entire back. My skin is warm, the heat spreads through my body, coursing tingles across my skin. He moves into my line of site, twirling the flogger in circles. The first strike across my breast seizes the air in my lungs. My nipples already tight hard buds, each swat of the flogger. By the time Marcus finishes his rounds with the flogger my body is beaded with sweat. I’m a mass of desire begging for permission to cum.

“Please, Marcus. I need.” My body sways towards him, unable to finish the sentence.

I’m so close. I need him to touch me one more time and I’ll explode. He knows it too because, the flogging ends. I swear his eyes are glowing yellow as he smiles that sadistic knowing smile. Removing my shackles from the chain he leads me to the bed at the edge of the stage. He lays me down in the center and spreads out my arms and legs, hooking my cuffs to the rings on the posts of the bed. Helpless, bound spread eagle, only able to beg him to finish me. I need to come so bad my breath coming in ragged short gasps.

“Deep breaths my love, it’s not time yet.” He kisses my temple, pushing the sweat-streaked hair from my face. “I am going to remove the clit clamp now.”

Marcus removes the chain from my waist. He slides the clamp from my clit, it throbs as the blood flows back into it. It feels swollen, like it’s three times its normal size. It’s peeking out of its hood, begging for attention. He positions himself between my spread legs and runs his hands over my nipples stopping to flick and pinch them. I can see the bulge in his pants. It looks as if his leathers are going to burst. The muscles in his chest ripple as he moves his arms over my body. Working his way down to my stomach and inching towards my waiting pussy.

“Please.” I moan no longer able to hold it in. I thrust my hips as far as I can reach, seeking contact with something, anything that would take away the ache in my body. He runs his finger over my outer lips bringing his glistening finger to his mouth. I see fangs as he inserts his finger into his mouth and sucks my juices from the digit. I can’t think straight, I am so turned on my brain is misfiring. I’m seeing things. He leans down running his tongue up my slit. It is almost more sensation than I can take. I don’t know if I can hold out any longer.

“Sir, please I can’t.” I pant and gasp the sentence from my mouth. My throat is dry, my body is shaking, needing release.

He reaches down freeing his raging hard on from his leather’s. It curves towards his belly, precum glistening on the tip. I lick my lips in anticipation. He smiles knowing full well what I’m thinking then. He runs his hands over my thighs and down the crease of my leg. He is so close to my pussy the heat from his body radiates into me. He trails his fingers down farther tapping the plug I’m wearing, my ass clenches with delight.

“I’m going to take this out now, because tonight you will no longer be an anal virgin.” Marcus taps the plug again, sending ripples of sensation through me.

A look of shock must cross my face because he leans over me and quietly for only my ears. “Relax, I’ll never hurt you. Trust me.”

I nod in acknowledgment and he removes the plug. My anal muscles clench looking for something to grab onto. The empty feeling strange, after being stuffed full all night. That plug isn’t nearly the size of his penis. I’m still a little nervous, but I trust him.

I chance a look around the room, positive these people’s eyes are glowing. It’s like looking out over a field at night, seeing the fireflies glowing in the darkness. It must be a trick of the lights human eyes don’t glow.

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God, she looks amazing all bound up for my pleasure. The candle light flickers off her skin, making her look like a bronze statue shining in the sun. She’s trembling with need now. This is right where I want her to be to take her anally. I want her unrestrained and on edge. I want to fuck that sweet mouth of hers first.

I slither up her body, straddling her chest. Jasmine obediently opens her mouth as my cock touches her pretty red lips. Her mouth a warm wet haven. She sucks and swirls her tongue around the ridge of my cock. It’s like coming home. I wrap my fingers in her hair, pushing my cock hard into her mouth, until it hits the back of her throat. Jasmine gags, tears, glisten in her eyes. I pull back and ram my cock in hard again. . She looks so beautiful with her mascara staining her cheeks, her unshed tears shimmering in the light. I thrust in a couple more times, the last time holding myself in the back of her throat. I know she can’t breathe, but her body remains relaxed, no alarm crosses that beautiful face. Her complete and total submission is mine. She’ll let me do anything trusting I know what is best. I don’t want to cum in her sweet mouth, not tonight. I slide slowly down her body. Stopping to suck and bite a nipple. She arches to meet me, thrusting her breast farther into my mouth, gladly biting her nipple harder, drawing a husky moan from her lips. Jasmine writhes on he bed, pushing her hips into the air seeking contact with anything. I glide the rest of the way down her body, pulling her clit into my mouth. Her breath hisses through clenched teeth as her body stiffens.

“Not yet my sweet” I move from her clit leaning back on my knees, rubbing the head of my cock over the swollen bundle of nerves, coating myself in her wetness.

Her breath is coming faster, more ragged with each pass across her clit. I reach down and unhook her leg cuffs, lifting her hips, bringing her ass to the head of my cock. I need to see her face as I breech her untried hole. I push against her, feeling the moment I pass the tight outer ring of muscles. Jasmine pushes against me, driving my cock deeper into her in the most forbidden of holes. Her body is hot, branding me like rays of the sun, her muscles ripple along my shaft. I enter her slowly inch by agonizing inch. It’s a tight fit even with the stretching she did this week. Finally, buried to the hilt, holding her still, letting her body adjust to the invasions The whimpers escaping form her mouth are driving me crazy.

“Please, Sir, please, Fuck me now.” She tries to thrust herself onto me, begging.

Not waiting another second I pull out and plunge back in. She grips my cock, sucking on it with her muscles. Her body pulls taut as a bowstring, the orgasm imminent. I pull her hips into me with each thrust, pumping faster and harder into her body.

“Sir, please may I come now? Please Marcus. I can’t.” Jasmine’s head thrashes on the bed, tears leaking from her eyes.

I thrust my cock deep in her ass, reaching down to pinch her clit. “Now my love, come for me.”

Her body convulses around me. I feel each pulse and throb on my cock. It pulls my orgasm from my body. I let loose a primal scream my fangs fully extended. I see the others in the room. Their eyes are all aglow now too. The moment recognition sets in I have fangs. Jasmine screams. A blood-curdling wail that chills me to my soul. She passes out cold. I unchain her picking her up in my arms. Thomas grabs a bottle of wine and a bag of blood, following me to the elevator. Sam and Allya appear at my side, pity etched on both of their faces. I hadn’t meant to let her see me lose complete control of the beast.

“Is there anything we can do Marcus?” Sam strokes Jasmines sweat matted hair.

“I was hoping that after tonight, seeing the flashes of fangs, she might ask the questions floating around in her mind. I didn’t wish to frighten her so badly.” I turn from them and head into the elevator.

“If you need us, you know how to reach me. We are here for you or her.” Sam takes Allya’ arm and walks away.