“Sure, but he likes it too. Just like you enjoy when I slap your pussy or your ass,” I shrugged, thinking it was the best comparison I could give. She sat forward when the Domme unrolled a whip and stepped far back from her sub. I wanted to laugh at how excited she was to watch, and not in the normal way. I didn’t think she was turned on, but more interested to learn about the whip.

The entire time the Domme whipped her sub and he cried out, Alix didn’t move. She was entranced. When the Domme put on a strap-on, the spell was broken and she leaned back on my chest.

“I don’t think I’d like the whip, sir,” she said softly.

“You have nothing to worry about there. It’s not something I enjoy myself. There are many other methods to bring pain and pleasure that are much more efficient to me.” I rubbed up and down her arms, reassuring her. Really, my biggest issue was that a whip required so much space between the Dom and sub when I’d rather be close while administering pain. It allowed me to make sure my sub was on the same wavelength I was. Less chance of going too far. Plus, it took a lot longer to heal from the open wounds that whips tended to leave behind. I didn’t want to not be able to play how I pleased when I pleased.

As the Domme took her sub with the dildo she’d strapped on, Alix moaned with the sub as he arched his back, begging for more from his mistress. Again it was the sounds of others’ pleasure that did it for her, but she was watching closely so maybe it was starting to also be the sight of watching others as well.

Adjusting her on my lap, I made her spread her legs over both my thighs and my cock slipped between her legs to glide along her slippery folds. My hands held onto her hips and hers came down to grip my wrists as I rotated her over my cock, letting it bump against her swollen clit in the process.

She seemed to have completely forgotten we were both nude and that pleased me. I wanted her uninhibited side, all rational thought gone as she simply gave herself to me because I wanted her to.

Soon she was rotating her hips with mine and arching against me, begging me for more. It wasn’t enough friction to get her off, but it was turning her on to feel me slide against her. One moment I was pushing against her and the next I was in her. I hadn’t meant for it to happen, but the angle had been perfect. My heart raced having her clamp down on me, but I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t pull out of her, not since I was in her and she was still rotating her hips with wild abandon.

Yanking her back, I pushed a hand against her shoulder blades, making her lean forward. Her hands braced against my knees as I thrust up into her at the same time my hands forced her to rock against me.

“Yes, just like that, Precious,” I groaned. I reached around and tugged on the chain between her breasts and she pushed harder back against me. My other hand slid up her back to sink into her hair and yank her head back.

“Oh, Master,” she cried out, but continued to move as much as she could against me.

With a glance, I saw the couple on the stage was really going at it and I was determined to have my sub making just as much, if not more noise than hers.

“Yeah, tell me how good it feels,” I instructed Alix.

“I love having your cock fill me, sir. It’s so hard and feels so good stretching me. You make me so wet with the way you control me,” she cried out loudly. Knowing she had dropped all her walls and was giving me all of herself had my balls drawing up and my cock throbbing even more. Nothing turned me on like having Alix submit to me and hand me all that she was.

A few thrusts later and I couldn’t hold back much longer. I reached up and unclipped one of Alix’s nipples and she cried out while clenching down on me. When I did the other side she screamed and I lost it. Wrapping my arm around her waist, I held her down as I thrust erratically against her until I spilled inside of her.

I sucked Alix-scented air into my lungs as I tried to center myself again. She leaned back with me, breathing hard herself.

“I didn’t come, Master,” she said proudly as I gently rubbed my fingers over her stomach.

“You are such a good girl. I’ll have to reward you later for it,” I sighed contentedly until I felt my softening cock sliding out of her. Both of us groaned deeply when the last of it slipped free. It took me a few minutes to finally have the strength to move again, but when I did, I helped Alix to her feet. “Come, my love, we are done here for tonight.”

I scooped the nipple clamps off the floor before clasping Alix’s hand with my opposite one. After a brief stop in my room to redress, I threaded our fingers together and we returned to my car. The ride to her house was more relaxed than the one to the restaurant had been, at least for me.

Once we were inside her place, she locked the door and leaned back on it.

“Would you like a drink? A glass of wine perhaps?” she asked, wringing her hands together. How she reverted back to the shy woman amazed me.

“A glass of water or juice would be great. You can have wine if that is what you prefer,” I said. As tempting as it would be to have a glass of wine for what I had in mind, one drink was one too many in my world. When she left the room, presumably to go to the kitchen, I walked through her house. I knew exactly where her bedroom was so I headed there.

By the time she found me, I had run a hot bath and lit the few candles I could find.

“What’s this?” She looked around as she held out a glass of what appeared to be grape juice for me. In her other hand was a glass of wine for herself.

I set my glass on the counter before wrapping my arms around her.

“This is the next part of our date,” I murmured before taking her lips.

Chapter 7

Alix

I squeezed my glass of wine as John kissed me deeply. While the kiss was passionate, it was slow and tender. I swooned into it. He’d never kissed me quite like that before.

He pulled back, took my glass from me and set it on the counter next to his before reaching up to pull my dress off. It pooled around my feet and he took a step back to look at me, really look at me. He took his time running his eyes over my body. Finally he held out a hand and helped me step out of my dress.

Taking his time, he helped me out of each of my undergarments, which I had hastily put back on before we left the club. When I was naked, he motioned for me to get in the tub. He guided me into the scalding water, and I gasped at its heat. I loved that even though he could be so demanding and unrelenting, he also had a sweet, tender side. He always made sure I was getting everything I needed before I could even ask for it.

“It’ll feel good once you’re all the way in. Trust me,” he said, smiling.

“I do,” I answered automatically, because I did. There might be certain things I wasn’t willing to share yet, but I did trust him more than I ever had before. Sinking down into the tub, I held my breath, but once it was up to my shoulders I relaxed and blew out a long, calming breath. “You were right.”

“I know.” He stripped himself before climbing in behind me. The water nearly overflowed, but I didn’t care. Let it ruin the whole room, it’d be worth feeling John pressed against me, massaging my shoulders and arms while he kissed the sensitive skin of my neck.

Slowly I felt every single muscle in my body relax from the heat and his ministrations. His hands slowly cupped my breasts before teasing my nipples. Moaning, I arched against him and felt his arousal against my back. One hand slid down my stomach until he reached my clit. Moving in a lazy circle, he teased the nerve-filled bud until I was moving against him, trying to get him to go faster.