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“But
she’s not cooperating? Typical female.” Her bright gaze turned to me, an open
look of curiosity on her face.

Chase’s
arm was around my waist, and now he pulled me closer, jostling me with his hip.

“Abby,
I’d like you to meet Stacy, my right hand everything. She’s the glue that holds
me together on the weekends. Stacy, this is Abby. She’s my guest for the
evening.”

Stacy
extended a delicate hand and I took it, expecting an equally delicate grip. I
was surprised when my hand was engulfed in a grip that would have made a rig
worker flinch. When she let go I resisted the urge to check for broken bones.

“Nice
to meet you. If you need anything and Chase is busy, just find me. Or ask at
the bar if I’m not riding herd out here.” She glanced around the room.

“I’d
better make a tour through the back. We have several of the private rooms
booked tonight. The schedule is on your desk. None of those clients are here; I
think the first is due in about an hour.”

“Thanks,
Stacy.” Chase kissed her cheek again. She moved off through the crowd, her
gazed focused on a couple on the other side of the room, waving a greeting.
Chase watched her as she made her way out of the lounge. I wondered what the
history was between them, surprised by a sudden pang of jealousy.

“She’s
amazing. I’d be lost without her.”

“How
did you meet her?” I seemed to have no control over my mouth tonight.

“Stacy?
She was a dancer at a different club. I liked her spunk. She takes no guff from
anyone.” Chase laughed.

“I
saw her drop a six foot six, two hundred fifty pound guy to the floor once at
the dance club. She told me later he’d been ‘inappropriate’ with her during a
lap dance. I decided then, if I had a club, I’d want her as the muscle. It’s
been a match made in heaven.”

Chase
turned to me, cocking an eyebrow. “I think I see a bit of the green-eyed
monster in your very green eyes, Abby.” He leaned down, kissing me quickly.

“Don’t
worry. It’s only the horses you have to be jealous of right now.”

***

I
hadn’t really known what to expect from this evening, but it turned out to be
very interesting. Chase knew everyone of course, introducing me to people,
chatting with many of the members. We stayed mostly in the lounge until almost
midnight. The noises from the hall with the public rooms had grown louder. I
could hear a crescendo of screams and moans, the smack of something hitting
flesh and the definite sound of a whip cracking.

Chase
had left me to go greet one of his private clients. He planted a kiss on my
forehead.

“I’ll
be right back. These are very private people. I’d like to get them settled, see
what they need. Stacy’s around if you need something. Just ask Jack to find
her.” He nodded at the man behind the bar.

“I’ll
be fine. I’m going to wander down there.” I pointed down the hall where I’d
gone with Jake the last time I’d been here, following Chase to my first bondage
session with him. It seemed like an eternity ago. The noises I was hearing were
making me intensely curious; I hoped some of the rooms were public.

“Okay.
I’ll find you when I’m done. Just don’t get invited in to a session. You’re
mine now, not to be shared with the rest of the clients.” He ran a possessive
hand over my back.

“In
that dress, you are totally fuckable. And that’s my job now, no one else’s.”
And then he was gone.

The
first few rooms I went past had the curtains pulled. I could hear noises, had a
vague idea of what was happening. In some cases, I longed to twitch the curtain
aside just enough to see, but I knew that was bad manners.

There
was a small group outside a room ahead and I stood at the back so if I ended up
staring open-mouthed, no one would notice.

And I
was staring open-mouthed as soon as I figured out what was happening.

A
pretty black-haired woman was strapped to a huge X-shaped cross, naked except
for nipple clamps and a thick spiked dog collar and a coat of red lipstick that
made her lips stand out against her pale skin. She was covered in a film of
sweat, red marks on her thighs and stomach.

As I
watched, a naked man came into view, a black leather whip in his hand, trailing
behind him like a lightly coiled snake. He asked her a question; she responded.
My mouth dropped open further as he turned and I got a look at his erect cock,
standing away from his body, hard and long. He held her chin in his hand,
kissing her roughly. I could see her leaning after him as he pulled away,
obviously hungry for more.

It
made me think of Jake, my dominant, so obviously aroused during our sessions.
And I thought of myself during our sessions, how I hungered for his touch, even
the sting of pain, aching for more.

The
man stepped back and paused. Then the whip flashed out, the tip striking the
woman with a loud crack. She jerked, and I yelped. The man standing in front of
me turned, his finger to his lips. I nodded, chastised.

I
looked at the woman closely; her head was back, mouth open, a look of pure
ecstasy on her face. The whip cracked again, hitting her in a glancing stroke
at the top of one pale thigh. She cried out, her hips thrusting forward,
pulling against her wrist and ankle restraints.

Again
and again, the whip cracked, lashing against the woman’s body, inching higher
and higher on her legs. My own body jerked with each crack of the whip,
imagining what it must be like for the woman: wondering how high the whip would
strike, the pleasure experienced from each bite of the whip against her tender
flesh.

“Martin
is an expert a whip.” The soft voice in my ear made me jump. I felt Chase’s
body behind me, his hands on my ass. I pushed back against him and he slid his
hands around to the front of my body, caressing the tops of my thighs, the very
same places where the woman on the cross was being hit with the whip.

I
could feel his erection pressed against my ass and I shamelessly arched my back,
my hips undulating against Chase’s body, rubbing my body hard against him.

“Gets
you hot, doesn’t it?” He nuzzled my ear, his tongue flicking along my neck. His
lips pressed against my skin; I was certain he could feel my pulse pounding
against his mouth.

I
nodded. More than anything, right then, I wanted Chase, hard. I turned my head,
looking up at him.

“Is
there some place we can go?”

“Follow
me.”

***

The
room was small and dark, up a narrow set of stairs at the back of the club. I
had my arms around Chase’s neck before he’d thumbed the lock, hands tugging at
his hair, my tongue against his lips, body pressed hard against his. As I
pulled him closer I felt the rip of fabric as the tear in my dress grew bigger.
But I didn’t care.

Chase
had his hands beneath my dress, pulling the material aside, fingers working
beneath the edges of my thong. There was another rending of fabric and my pussy
was exposed, the thong disappearing into the gloom and from my mind. He pushed
me hard up against the wall with a resounding thud. I slid one leg up his body,
wrapping it around his waist.

In
the tight space between our bodies, he made quick work of the zipper and button
on his jeans, grunting as he freed his cock from the confines of his pants.

There
was no ceremony; he was in me quickly, holding me against his body, thrusting
hard and fast. Our mouths were locked together in a vicious kiss, breath
rasping between our lips as he drove himself into me over and over.

I
came so quickly, pulling Chase against me as hard as I could, clinging to him
as my hips thrust forward violently, my head hitting the wall as I broke away
from his mouth, a harsh scream coming from somewhere far inside me.

Chase
dug his fingers into the soft flesh of my ass, pulling me even closer, thrusting
deeply into me as he came with me, the urgency of his thrusts spurring on my
own climax.

Our
eyes were locked and even in the dim light I could see the raw animal passion
in his eyes. It brought on a fresh wave of something inexplicably primal from
deep inside.

We
stayed locked together after we were finished. I didn’t want to let go of Chase
and when he tried to pull out of me, I clutched at him. We finally slid to the
floor, where he cradled me on his lap, stroking my hair.

“Oh, Abby.
What am I going to do with you?” I heard the rumble of his soft laugh against
my ear.

“You
drive me wild, like no one ever has.” He tipped my face up to his, his kiss
tender on my bruised lips.

“Let’s
go home, Abby.”

***

Chase
took me back to his condo. In his bedroom, he undressed me slowly; taking care
with what little was left to remove, in the dim light filtering through the
curtains. He laid me gently on his bed, planting soft kisses on my body,
lighting a fire with each brush of his lips against my skin.

The
rest of the night with Chase was heaven. It was a long slow dance, led by
Chase, me following willingly, everything slow and easy, every movement giving
immense pleasure. Never had anything felt so good, so right.

“Chase…”
We were lying in shared bliss, tangled in the sheets and each other’s arms and
legs. My head was resting in the now-familiar spot on his chest, his arm around
my shoulder, his body warm beneath my hands. Our mingled scents rose from the
sheets, warm and sensual.

“What,
darling?” His fingers lazily stroked my hair, brushing damp tangles away from
my forehead.

“What
is this we have? Where do you see this going?” I knew I was playing with a
different kind of fire. But I knew it was Saturday; images of Jake had risen
unbidden in my mind.

Lying
in Chase’s arms, I felt torn and I didn’t like the feeling. My mind was looking
for the logical, the facts of the matter. How did Chase feel? Was I deluding
myself, again, that he might love me?
God knows you’re capable of making
things up, Abby.

His
fingers hesitated, briefly tensing against my hair. Then they resumed their
lazy movement.

“You’re
looking for something I don’t think I can give you, Abby. I told you, the only
filly who has my heart right now is Celeste. You’re a close second.”

He
shifted, rolling me on my back, propping himself on one elbow. The look in his
eyes was serious, but soft, distant memories clouding his gaze. If they were
storm clouds, I couldn’t tell.

“There’ve
been very few women I could say I loved. I’ve liked a hell of a lot of them,
some quite a bit. But the one who I loved the best, didn’t love me back. Or
didn’t love me enough, maybe. Hard to know. She’s not around anymore to ask.”

Chase
rolled on his back, one arm flung across his eyes. I leaned over, watching his
face as best I could in the shadows.

“There
are memories from my past that I’m not ready to face, even with you. You asked
me once if I hid behind whips and chains and you were more right than I wanted
to admit. I hide at the ranch. I can be busy there, wear myself out riding
horses, breaking them, taking care of them. It keeps me from spending too much
time in the past.”

Chase
turned to me. In the dim light I thought I saw the glimmer of tears in his
eyes. But I didn’t touch him, didn’t think that’s what he wanted.

“When
I asked you to come to the ranch, to stay there, I mean, it was that for the
first time, I was able to relax, not constantly try to work myself to
exhaustion so I would be so tired I couldn’t think.”

I did
reach out a finger, tracing the contours of his cheek. I felt the dampness of a
spilled tear. And in that moment, my heart went out to him.

“I
love you, Chase, even if you’re not ready to say the words to me.”  The
words escaped from my lips without thought and I couldn’t take them back though
to my surprise I really didn’t want to. The usual panic that followed closely
behind those passionate words was missing and instead I felt relaxed,
confident, certain.

When
he pulled me close, I felt a ragged sigh escape his lips.

“Abby…
You’re as close to hearing those words from me as anyone, in a long time. But
not just yet. I can’t.”

“That’s
okay,” I replied with a smile and I meant it. The warmth in his eyes, the heat
in his gentle touch – it was enough for me. At least for now.

We
lay in each other’s arms, the fading night replaced by the brightening dawn.
But it was a long time before either of us fell asleep.

***

I
desperately needed a shower and really wanted a nap, but had time for only one
and a shower was a requirement before a session. Jake was expecting me late
Saturday afternoon and as tired as I was, I didn’t want to cancel.

My
night with Chase had confused me deeply. In the cold light of day, I wasn’t
sure what my declaration of love to Chase really meant. Was it the intensity of
his emotions that triggered a spontaneous outpouring from me? Did I just feel
sorry for him and had that confused with love? Or did I really love him?