My Obsession (16 page)

Since the spreader bar between her ankles kept her legs apart and her lovely pussy and ass spread for him, he allowed himself the indulgence of slipping his free hand into her thick, blond hair and pulling her head up just enough so he knew the added sensations would gallop through her along with the rest. And the fact that it made his balls tighten against his body reminded him that he needed to maintain a little control and distance. It wasn’t time to let himself go.

Her body shuddered under him again as another orgasm hit her, and he pumped into her harder, pulling on both the nipple chain and her hair to increase the sensations. Her body tightened around his cock so hard he nearly came, but he clenched his teeth and fought it back.

When she slowly loosened around him and only the soft after-quakes of Sandra’s orgasm remained, he let go of her hair and decided it was time to finish the scene. He had taken her far enough for one day, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t ensure she would soar once more.

Noticing she hadn’t seemed oversensitive to him thrusting inside her and bumping the plug, he pulled the nipple chain taut but not too tight, smiling when she shouted his name.

He allowed himself to pound inside her, although not as hard or as fast as he craved. Not yet.

She thrashed under him, trying to tip her ass up and take more of him. His beautiful Sandra was already craving more, and he would give it to her. He leaned forward, bracing his free hand against the bench next to Sandra’s side, and started thrusting harder and faster, making sure he was hitting the plug with each thrust. “Are you ready, Sandra?”

She nodded frantically, most likely unable to speak at this point, but he had to be sure.

He clenched his jaw and forced himself to stop all movement.

She whimpered and a sob escaped before she bit out, “Ready, sir. Please!”

He rewarded her by thrusting inside her hard, burying himself deep. He yanked on the nipple chain and gave in to his desire to pound into her. Her body greedily clamped around him, which caused delicious friction up and down his cock and radiated down into his balls. Thrusting inside Sandra was more than he had ever imagined. He loved the way her tight body accepted him and gripped his hard cock.

His thrusts grew more frenzied, and delicious sounds of ecstasy spilled from her lips. When he couldn’t hold off his own orgasm any longer he smacked her ass with his open palm, pulled on the nipple chain again, and thrust deep as his orgasm thundered through him. A wave of endorphins hit him in a tsunami and he braced his knees, as they almost buckled from the intense pleasure raging through him.

His shout seemed to trigger Sandra and she shuddered beneath him again, tightening around his softening cock as she rode out her orgasm.

When her quaking stopped he slowly straightened and pulled out of her, cleaning himself quickly and then turning to take care of his beautiful sub.

His
sub. He loved being able to say that. He’d dreamed of her for so many years, but somewhere deep inside he had always thought it nothing but a dream whose time had passed.

He had started to tell her the truth about himself several times before they got to this point, but tonight had gotten away from him. He raked his gaze over the beautiful woman laid out before him and chided himself for his weakness.

He hoped that when he told her who he was, it didn’t ruin what they had already built. He needed to tell her soon. But right now she was in subspace and he had responsibilities.

Brent untied her and rubbed her ankles and wrists with the musky vanilla oil, smiling over the thought that with all her thrashing she would carry his rope marks for at least a few days.

When he was done taking care of Sandra, he rolled up the ropes and tucked them back inside his toy bag. She was still boneless and flying. Like he had after their last scene, he picked her up, tucked her against his chest, and carried her to aftercare.

The dungeon floor was only a little more full than when he’d come back to start the scene, but those who were out stopped what they were doing to turn and follow him with their gazes. He knew it wasn’t because they’d never seen him coming out of playing a scene before, or even having to carry a sub who was still flying in subspace—although that last part was more rare. But he would be very surprised if it wasn’t easily visible that Sandra meant much more to him than just a sub to a Dom. And that was very rare, at least for Brent.

He ignored their gazes or even muttered greetings as he made his way with Sandra into aftercare. Today they were the only two in the aftercare room, and he was content to cuddle her in his lap while she slowly floated back to Earth.

“Master Brent?” Her voice was sleepy, but he knew it was part of the normal process of coming down from subspace.

“I’m here, Sandra.” He brushed her hair away from her face and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Are you all right?”

She nodded. “Better than all right, I think.” She scrunched up her face, and it made her look so damn cute that he couldn’t resist pressing another kiss to her forehead.

“What’s wrong? Do you hurt anywhere?”

She nibbled on her bottom lip—a habit that always drove him insane by making him want to nibble on all parts of her. “I think I lost it.”

He frowned, trying to figure out what she was talking about. He was surprised she was so susceptible to subspace. It wasn’t a normal thing for everyone, and yet Sandra was flying high both times that they’d played. Granted, he had made sure to push her pleasure to the limits, but he was glad she was able to fly so high once again.

People in deep subspace often said things that made little sense until they came out of it, but he needed to make sure she wasn’t trying to tell him something that he needed to take care of right now. “What do you think you lost?”

She pursed her lips, her brow furrowing in concentration. “Plug,” she finally said with much effort.

He couldn’t help but smile. “You didn’t lose it. I took it out. It will be ready for you to take home with the others I got you, and the lube. Are you sore from our play? You need to ease into anal play. Don’t overdo.”

She shook her head sharply. “Not sore. Loved it.” She nibbled her bottom lip again. “Just didn’t want to lose it.”

He cuddled her closer. “Just relax and let me take care of you. At this moment you don’t have to worry about anything. Let your mind drift and your body level. I’ll be right here with you.”

He loved being able to say that. He thought back to all the times in high school and even since that he wished he could hold Sandra in his arms, just like this. But after she’d turned him down in high school…

He frowned as that day came back to him. He had finally gotten up the nerve to ask her to the school dance. She had been polite but had turned him down. When she’d raised that beautiful gray gaze to his, he’d seen fear, which had haunted him all these years. But now…now he knew it wasn’t him that had put that fear in her eyes, but the possibility of him finding out about her deep, dark secret at home, and her being punished for it. She’d been an abused child, scared and hurting. Since he hadn’t known and had been reading into the situation from his own past, he’d taken it as the ultimate rejection of
him
.

While he could feel sympathy for Alice Barry losing her husband and being left with a child to raise alone, he couldn’t understand her turning against that child and becoming an abuser.

Brent had sent Dexter a quick email after leaving the restaurant with Sandra and asked his friend if he would be able to find out if Sandra’s parents were still in the area.

When Brent and Sandra returned to Club Desire and Sandra was getting ready before their scene, Brent had taken a few minutes to touch base with Dex to find out what he had learned.

Never able to leave any puzzle with pieces unmatched, Dex had found more than Brent had hoped. Alice Barry still lived in the area, in the same house Sandra had lived in while in high school. Dex had also found that Mark Barry, Sandra’s father, now lived in Houston with his third wife and her two children from a previous marriage. He had abandoned the woman he’d left Alice and Sandra for, along with his newborn son, a few years after leaving Phoenix and his family here.

Rage had burned deep in Brent’s gut at the thought of any man treating his families so callously. Mark Barry wasn’t a true man in Brent’s book. And apparently not in Dex’s, since Dex had only half-jokingly asked if Brent would like Mark Barry to suddenly be caught in the middle of an FBI sting or a very extensive tax audit or two.

Brent had told Dex quite plainly that he would much prefer just beating the man to a pulp, and hoped he never got the opportunity because he didn’t know if he would be able to stop.

Dex just shook his head and told Brent that he wasn’t worried about him killing anyone in cold blood, even for revenge. It would be a self-defense situation or Brent defending someone he cared about that Dexter predicted would tip Brent into murder.

Brent couldn’t say that Dex was wrong. He had always hoped he wouldn’t be able to kill someone in cold blood. But because of his experiences as an outcast, he was extremely protective about those he cared for, so he could definitely see himself taking a life in protection of one of them.

Sandra watched as Master Brent and Master Dex demonstrated several self-defense techniques. They both looked so graceful and yet powerful at the same time. Sandra knew she should be paying attention to the different moves they were explaining and demonstrating, but all she could concentrate on was Master Brent.

He was a study in masculine beauty, and since she’d had all of those hard muscles concentrated solely on her this afternoon she was mesmerized. She had a quick flash of how amazing he had most likely looked pumping into her and sending her soaring. She had already been too far gone in subspace to notice many details, but now that she could see each muscle ripple as he kicked, blocked, and punched in beautiful symmetry with Master Dex, she began to wonder about some of those tantalizing details. Especially her voyeuristic side.

When Master Brent fucked her this afternoon while she was draped over the tall spanking bench, did he push down his pants so his very muscular ass could be seen, each thrust inside her displaying the beautiful play of muscles she saw now? She hadn’t felt his leather pants slapping against her folds, so she didn’t think he’d fished his cock through his fly. But then again, she hadn’t been paying attention to anything but the amazing sensations she’d been drowning in.

Besides, Master Brent was so…she settled on “cultured” for lack of a better way to describe him…that she couldn’t see him doing anything so common. She tried to picture Master Brent sitting on a dirty couch on a Sunday afternoon drinking beer, farting and scratching his balls while watching TV, and she nearly giggled.

It just wouldn’t compute.

“Sandra?” She jumped, and her cheeks heated both at being caught daydreaming and at the clear amusement in Master Dex’s voice. There were only three other students in the class, although Dex had told her there were usually around ten.

Some type of national job fair was going on at Arizona State University today, so several of Master Dex’s usual students hadn’t been able to attend tonight. Which made it harder for Sandra to hide when her mind wandered.

Master Dex gave her a kind, understanding smile. “Why don’t you come up here with me and we can go over some basics? The other ladies have already had three or four sessions, so Master Brent can work with them while you and I go over some things to get you started.”

Disappointment arrowed through her that Master Brent wouldn’t be working with her, followed swiftly by a sharp twinge of jealousy toward the three women who would be receiving his attention. But she firmly reminded herself that she would probably learn much more from Master Dex. She followed him to the other side of the room and returned Master Brent’s encouraging smile as they passed each other.

When Master Dex turned toward her she smiled up at him, marveling again at how tall he was. He truly was a gorgeous man, but he wasn’t Master Brent. Although he had amazing arms and shoulders—muscled and defined without going overboard—and a very nice ass that flexed wonderfully under his snug jeans with every step. She was glad no one had called her on watching Master Dex’s every step across the room. But what woman wouldn’t have watched in her situation?

“All right, Sandra. The purpose of self-defense is for you to defend yourself long enough to get the hell out of there.” He smiled, making his dark brown eyes twinkle. “And the first rule of self-defense is that there aren’t any rules. If you are being threatened in any way, you do what you have to do to break away and run. Understand?”

She thought back to the times with both her mother and Diego when she wished she would have adopted that mentality. But she had always been too afraid of what the eventual punishment would be to try anything.

Master Dex must have read her expression because he added, “If there are deeper or more long-term issues at work, then you find someone like myself or Master Brent to help you break away from that situation. But for a short-term, ‘right-now’ solution, use whatever means and methods are at your disposal to get away and run to somewhere safe.” He laid a large, solid hand on her shoulder and met her gaze as if he knew what kinds of thoughts and emotions all of this might bring flooding back.

“Once there, contact someone you trust who can help you. I’ll give you my card at the end of our session that has my cell number and email on it. You can contact me day or night. I’m sure Master Brent told you the same thing. We take care of our own.”

She nodded lamely, wishing she’d had people like Dex and Brent as a child, and even in New York, that she could have called.

She shook herself.
Get a grip, Sandra
!
That’s not your life anymore. This is
.

“Yes, sir,” she answered, not sure if she’d missed a response somewhere along the way and wanting to err on the side of caution.

He laughed softly. “While I appreciate the enthusiasm, we aren’t in a scene, and you’re not one of my subs.” He patted her gently on the shoulder. “You are welcome, of course, to call me ‘sir.’ I definitely won’t be offended.” One side of his mouth quirked into a charming smile. “Since I am a Dom at Club Desire, my correct address is Master Dex, but only those who are my subs or those playing a scene with me are expected to answer me with the honorific of ‘sir.’ It’s not that way in every dungeon, but that’s how it is here at Club Desire.”

She swallowed hard before she tipped back her chin to look up at him. “Thank you, Master Dex. At the dungeon in New York I would be punished for not answering with ‘sir’ or ‘ma’am’ to any Dom or Domme there. Even if they weren’t members or if I didn’t know they were a Dom.”

The muscles in Dex’s jaw flexed and released as if he was grinding his teeth. “I’ve heard a lot about Master Mason’s dungeon. I might have to go and visit him when I’m out there on business next month.”

Sandra bit her bottom lip to keep from smiling. Nothing in Master Dex’s tone was disrespectful or even questioning of Master Mason and his dungeon, but she had the distinct impression he had larger issues with how that place was run.

She knew Master Brent and Master Mason were friends, but Master Dex would only be a visiting Dom. She was sure any criticisms he offered wouldn’t be taken well. She almost wished she could be there to watch. But she never wanted to step foot in that place again if she could help it. Too many bad memories now overshadowed the good ones.

Over the next hour Master Dex taught her the most vulnerable spots on both women and men, and how to best use them to break away and gain her freedom. She had also asked very specific questions about how to break out of holds and situations she remembered finding herself in during past experiences. She hadn’t told Master Dex that’s what they were, but she suspected he knew. Like Brent, Dex was extremely intuitive, and she doubted he missed much that went on around him.

He had her visualize situations where she might feel powerless, such as being caught in a dark alley with a stranger. Then he taught her in those situations how to gouge eyes, scratch faces, kick, and hit. He also showed her how to knee someone in the groin for maximum pain, and kick the side of someone’s kneecap to pop it out of joint and disable the person long enough to get away. When she practiced those motions while visualizing Diego or even her mother, she felt a tiny slice of the pain that encased her heart crumble and fall away. A surge of confidence rose through her, making her feel powerful. It was very freeing.

She knew some quick visualizations and one self-defense lesson wouldn’t be enough to fully protect her anytime soon, but it was a start.

By the time she gave Master Dex a quick hug, accepted his business card, and walked toward the elevator with Master Brent, she was feeling empowered and much more prepared to meet life, no matter what it held.

“Master Brent.”

Sandra stopped next to Brent as a pretty blond woman approached who had been in the group that he’d taught in the self-defense class. She looked to be in her early forties and was petite and confident, but her body language didn’t hold anything that made Sandra jealous.

“Valerie,” Brent said warmly as he took her hand. “How are you today? I don’t usually see you here on Mondays.”

Gary’s old girlfriend, Valerie? Sandra’s curiosity burned as the name registered in her memory.

Valerie blushed at Brent’s attentions, and the added color and animation in her features took her from pretty to beautiful. Only up close did Sandra notice the tiny telltale signs that Valerie might be older than Sandra had originally thought. But even the faint lines next to her eyes and mouth only enhanced her beauty. Sandra hoped she aged as well as this woman.

Valerie shrugged in response to Brent’s comment, which showed off her very muscular arms and shoulders through her sheer top. Sandra remembered how graceful and confident she had been practicing her self-defense moves.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” Valerie glanced at Sandra and then back to Brent. “I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

“No problem, Val.” Brent cleared his throat and looked at each of them in turn. “Valerie, this is Sandra. Sandra is new to Club Desire, and this was her first night at Master Dex’s self-defense class.”

Valerie held out her hand and Sandra took it. “It’s nice to meet you, Valerie. I hope eventually I look as graceful doing all those moves as you did.”

Valerie laughed. “I’ve been taking that class for nearly a year now. You should have seen me when I started. I felt so sorry for poor Master Dex. I’m sure I drove him to distraction.”

Sandra wasn’t sure what to say, but she returned Valerie’s smile, and fortunately, Brent broke the awkward silence.

“It’s great to see you, Val.”

Valerie laid her hand on Brent’s arm and looked up at him. “I heard from Gary today. You didn’t have anything to do with that, did you?” Her voice held a firm resolve, but no anger that Sandra could detect. “Did you talk him into coming to Club Desire this weekend?”

Brent shook his head. “I did see him, but coming to the Club was his idea. However, once he mentioned it I did offer him a tour and answered a few questions. But I didn’t coerce him, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

Valerie studied Brent’s face for a long time, as if trying to find any hint that he wasn’t telling her the truth. But then she nodded and dropped her gaze. “I have to admit, I was happy to hear from him.” She pursed her lips. “In fact I was surprised at how excited I was to see his name flash across my cell phone screen.” She glanced at Sandra and then back at Brent. “It was only a text, but it reminded me how much I still love him.”

Brent took both of Valerie’s hands in his and gently squeezed them. “You two were great together, Val. He misses you.”

A slow smile blossomed across her face. “If I’m honest, I miss him too, but I’m just not sure if we can make it work if we give it another try.” She slid one of her hands out of Brent’s and patted his arm. “I know you need to get going. I just wanted to know if you had talked him into coming to the Club or not.”

Brent brushed a kiss over Valerie’s cheek.

“It was great to meet you, Sandra. Master Brent, I’m sure I’ll see you on Friday night. I invited Gary to meet me to watch the big event down on Basement 4.”

She gave a wide grin, and Sandra wondered what big event was going on down in the über-kinky dungeon.

Valerie walked away, leaving Sandra and Brent to continue toward the elevator.

Once they were inside and headed toward level 4, Brent turned his head to look at her. “You looked good doing those self-defense moves.”

The knowledge that he’d watched her even while he was working with other women warmed her. “It felt good.” She gave him what felt like a wide, goofy smile. “It made me feel like I could actually defend myself if needed. At least enough to get away or to make that person back off.”

Brent smiled and squeezed her hand. “I’m sure Master Dex told you to concentrate on getting away and going somewhere safe where you can contact one of us, or someone else, to help you with the situation long term.”

She nodded. “Yes. He stressed that and gave me his card. Don’t worry, I’ve had my fill of being a punching bag and taking it lying down, so to speak.”

He reached over and gently stroked her cheek. “Good. There’s no need for you to ever do that again.” He took her hand in his, threading their fingers together. “Let’s get you home so you can rest up for work tomorrow.”

She pursed her lips, wishing they could play tonight and she could rest up here. But she knew it was probably better to go home, relax, and have some alone time. “What’s the big event down on Basement 4 on Friday?”

Brent chuckled. “Just this afternoon we had a large party book Basement 4 for a Roman-themed orgy.” He gestured with his hands as he spoke. “Jake and his team are redecorating and moving scenes as we speak.”

“Wow. I remember you mentioning large events down there, but it will be interesting to see.” She ran her fingers through her hair as she tried to picture what it would be like to watch an event like that. “What time does it start? I don’t think I can pass up a chance to watch an orgy in action.” She laughed and shook her head, amused that she was excited to see it.

“Would you join me in my private alcove on Basement 3, so we can watch together?” The raw desire in Master Brent’s voice was unmistakable.

Excitement curled through Sandra and she had a sudden mental image of pushing him against the elevator wall, dropping to her knees, and taking his beautiful cock in her mouth. She exhaled in a rush as her body responded to her thoughts, and she raked her gaze over Master Brent, centering on his cock through his black dress slacks where the cloth covered it.

Brent brushed his lips across her forehead with a soft “mmm” sound. “Is that a yes, or a no?”

She threw her arms around his neck, pulling him close and kissing him hard. “Yes,” she managed through the heated kiss as he took control, pulling her against him while he kissed her until she was breathless and shaking.

When the elevator dinged and the doors slid open, Master Brent pulled back slowly, breaking the endorphin-laden spell she had been caught in.

She glanced out through the open doors, disappointed that there wasn’t anyone there to catch them in their heated kiss.