Finally, the doors were opened and guests were allowed inside. We were all given particular seats, so I found mine, then headed to the bar. I needed a glass of whiskey after that heated stolen moment. My cock was still hard, pressing against the zipper of my slacks, but thankfully my jacket kept it covered because I didn't think it'd be going down any time soon. Precious was going to be getting a good punishment for that little comment. Gay. Right. I wanted to fuck her more than I wanted to breathe, she just wasn't used to men that had control over their libido. When I fucked her, she'd remember it for the rest of her life.

I'd switch every now and then when I had my own issues arise that I needed an escape from, but it didn't happen often. I was much more dom than sub and my own submissive wouldn't see me submit to anyone. On the rare occasion I need to find subspace for a while, I went to Gabe and he helped me escape the memories of my alcoholic father who used me as his fuck toy then turned around and blamed me for enticing him when I’d been a mere child.

After sipping my first glass, I requested another one as the room-ful of guests was kept waiting for the newly weds to appear. I didn't have anywhere else to go, but my mind was filled with all the different things I had planned for Alix when we got to the club later. There was no mistake that I'd get her to the club after the wedding was over. She wouldn't get away without getting her punishment that night.

A bit of chatting with the other people at the bar and I got a few new contacts that might be in need of my services, as well as handing out a couple of my cards. Weddings always brought out the sappy feelings in everyone, but they also made everyone reassess their relationships, so they worked perfectly for me.

Finally the newly weds showed up and I was graced with a glimpse of Alix along with the other party planner. They stood toward the back of the room, directing the staff walking around offering bite-size appetizers between handling a feuding couple, who were quietly ushered out of the ballroom without drawing much notice. I didn't waste time; as soon as I could give my personal congratulations to the couple, I did so and left.

Returning to my suite, I tore off the suffocating tux and changed into a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, then immediately headed to the club. Alix would be tied up for a bit, but so would I getting things ready for her. I sent her a text telling her to  let me know when she was done with work because I had plans for her. I didn't get a reply, but I knew she wouldn't disappoint me.

It was two hours later when I finally got a reply from her saying she was on the way to the club.

Good little submissive. I didn't even have to tell her what to do, but she'd known what I wanted. Settling in the room off my play room, I waited for her to arrive and sent her a message saying I was waiting. It didn't take long before I saw on the computer screen in front of me that she'd entered the changing room. Watching her undress was always a treat because she didn't know I was watching. It gave me a special little thrill knowing I got to see her at her most unprotected.

She'd worn a pair of black thigh-high panty hose along with black lacy panties and bra. That wasn't what she had on earlier so she must've had a change of panties in her car, or perhaps she'd gone home. Either way, she'd changed specially for me. Put on sexy lingerie just for me.

Licking my lips, I watched as she stepped into the main room and knelt down on her spot. I stood and entered the room and walked right to her before wrapping the blindfold around her head.

"How'd you know I was waiting for you here?" I asked out of curiosity as I tightened the knot on the blindfold.

"I knew you'd want to punish me for what I said earlier. Plus, I hoped you would bring me here to let me get release after teasing me at work." She lifted her chin as if she could see me through the blindfold, but I knew she couldn't. "I've ached for you since then. My panties were so soaked I had to change them."

"Or you could've gone without any." I smirked, dragging a finger over her cheek.

"I'd have been leaking down my thighs. I don't think I could handle that kind of embarrassment." Her face turned pink as she shook her head slightly.

"You just changed your panties? Here I was hoping you'd worn the whole set for me." I hooked a finger through a bra strap and pulled it off her shoulder before doing the same to the other.

"I hadn't planned on seeing you today, sir. Otherwise, I would've worn my garters. I know that you like those." A small smile curled her lips.

"I do, Precious. Very much so. I like this set too. You wear it very well." I rubbed my thumb over her juicy bottom lip that was begging to be kissed. Instead I stepped back. "Take off the bra."

She reached behind and unhooked the bra before slipping it off her arms and letting it fall in front of her knees. Her breasts were bare and beautiful as they jiggled slightly from being released from their prison.

I adjusted my cock and smiled. It was time to play.

Chapter 15

Alix

By the time the wedding was over, I had melted into my chair behind my desk. I knew Master was going to want me to meet him for my comment in the closet. I couldn’t help it. That thought had entered my mind many times since I’d met him. He seemed attracted to me, but unwilling to do anything about it. Boy, his reaction hadn’t been what I’d expected. I would’ve at least let him give me a nice orgasm before saying it if I’d thought he’d stop right away. Since my big mouth had shot off, I had to deal with wet panties and a needy pussy the rest of the wedding. It was miserable.

I was tempted to take a little break in my office or the bathroom and help myself out, but I knew Master would know. There was no way I was going to risk any more punishment on top of the one I was getting for calling him gay when clearly he wasn’t. Thankfully I kept an extra pair of panties in my purse for just such occasions.

After changing them in the parking lot of the club, I went in to receive my punishment. He’d been waiting just as I suspected. As soon as my knees hit the cushion, he’d entered and the vibes coming off him nearly sucked the air from the room. Or maybe it was that I was so attuned to him and ready for my punishment.

Stripping off my bra, I waited for him to give me more instructions. I was left waiting for long, silent moments before finally he told me to stand. Once on my feet, his hand trailed over the pearl necklace I was still wearing. A hum of appreciation vibrated out of his chest.

“Do you know what these symbolize?” He asked. The heat from his body radiated to the front of my barely-clothed one.

“No, sir.” I shook my head.

“Then why do you wear them?” His finger hooked in them and tugged like he was going to yank on the strand —to break it.

“Because you gave them to me, sir. They remind me of you when I have them on,” I quickly answered. My hand itched to grab the necklace away from him so he couldn’t take them from me.

“Good answer. It is also a sign of ownership. Consider it your training collar. Do you understand?” He dropped the pearls, but let his fingers trail up the opposite side.

“I wear this when you are training me?” I replied and shrugged. I didn’t understand.

“No. When you wear this it is because you are mine. No one else is to touch you unless I give them permission. It is a training collar because I am training you in the ways of BDSM. I have a more formal collar that I want you to wear for tonight since I have something special planned, but when outside of the club this is your collar. Do you understand?” His foot steps retreated then returned. Something cold and slick touched my neck before he tugged all of my hair over one shoulder.