Jackson very much liked seeing Alexandra on her knees, but not in front of another man. Particularly not in front of Mike Smallman.  

Smallman ran a midsize web and data analysis company. He did some work for Calder Enterprises, but mostly Jackson had been phasing him out. And if he had to be honest it had started with that botched flogging scene with Alexandra six months ago. It had only taken a moment of studying Alexandra to see that the scene hadn't been working for her. The opposite. She's been in pain and nowhere near aroused.

A lot of people in BDSM clubs got off on pain. The pain in itself was enough of a pleasure. But Alexandra wasn't one of those. Jackson didn't know if Mike didn't have the perception to notice Alexandra's tense state, or if he just didn't care.

Since it had only cost him the entrance into a poker game – although Jackson would have given a lot more – Jackson had taken over the scene from Mike.

It looked like he was going to need to do that again right now. Nothing about Alexandra's posture or body language in the last few minutes that he'd been watching her and Mike from across the room had indicated desire or a natural inclination to submit to this man. She wanted to get away from him but hadn't known how without causing a scene.

Jackson was about to cause a very literal scene.

Mike's face was hard just for a moment at the interruption before he smoothed his features. “Jackson! How the hell are you? Quite a ship you have here. I wasn't aware you were on board.”

Jackson shook the other man's hand. “I'm not here very often. Definitely not as often as I would like to be. But I thought I would spend a few days on board.” 

Jackson was still standing behind Alexandra. Couldn't help but admire the view of her trim back, and naked except for the leather wrapped around her neck, waist, and thighs. Her naked ass was creamy and pale. No residual marks from spankings today or recently.

He smiled. A blank canvas.

He walked around so that he was standing next to Magic Mike‬ — Jackson barely resisted rolling his eyes at the other man’s self-proclaimed title — and could see Alexandra's naked form from the front. ‬‬

Jackson instantly became rock hard.

Her breasts jutted out from where they were encased by the leather crossing her chest. Her pussy was completely exposed in the harness she chosen to wear.

“Quite a specimen, eh?” Jackson asked. Alexandra was looking at the floor, but her nipples hardened at his words. Jackson chuckled. At least this overwhelming desire he had for her wasn't just one sided.

“Seemed to me like she had on too many clothes. Thought I would help her with that,” Mike said.

Jackson reached down and stroked her nipple gently, barely a caress. She still jerked as if he had shocked her.

Easy there, sweetheart.

“Donovan and I are going to scene with her in just a few minutes, did she mention that?”

Of course she hadn't mentioned it, because Jackson hadn't talked to her about it. And of course if she didn't want to, they would never attempt to force her.

But the way wetness glistened her pussy at his words, he didn't think consent was going to be a problem.

“No, she didn't mention that.” Mike sounded annoyed. Good.

“Naughty sub. You've been a bad girl.” Her nipples got even tighter at his mention of the latest story she’d just sent him. God, he'd read that thing again just an hour ago and had almost jacked off. “I guess I’ll have to punish you before Donovan and I both take you at the same time on the main stage. But since you look so pretty in your harness, maybe I'll let you choose your punishment. Nipple clamps during the scene or a spanking with my hand over my lap before we get started.”

Although Alexandra's eyes remained on the ground, her breath hissed out and body jerked at his words. She wanted it. All of it.

Jackson clapped Mike on the shoulder. “Thanks for getting her started, Magic. I hope you catch the show later.”

Jackson thought for a second that Mike might argue with him, not that it was going to make any difference in the outcome of this evening, but the other man wisely held his tongue.

“Yeah, sure. I'll look forward to it.” He walked away.

Jackson reached out and grabbed Alexandra's coat then offered her a hand to help her stand.

And damn near swallowed his tongue at the picture of her standing in just her thigh high boots and harness.

“You're the fucking sexiest thing I've ever seen.”

“Thank you, sir.” Her voice was a husky whisper.

He dipped a finger under her chin so he could look into what he could see of her eyes under the concealing mask. “I hope you'll make an honest man out of me, by agreeing to the scene. But certainly there is no pressure.”

“Yes, sir. I would like that.”

What was it about this woman that drew him so deeply? It was time, past time, for getting the mask off and seeing what was really between them. He would play with her tonight publicly, but she would also be showing herself to him – all of herself, without the mask – tonight also.

Her only choice was whether she wanted the mask to come off publicly or privately. He understood her need to keep it on while in a club. The vulnerability of a sub in a scene was astounding, particularly one who did not have a regular Dom.

But Alexandra was about to have a regular Dom. If she still chose to wear the mask when they were out in public, he would allow it, at least for a while. But definitely not in private.

“So what do you choose for your punishment? Nipple clamps or a private spanking from my hand?” 

Her eyes widened. “But—”

He raised an eyebrow, fully aware of the unfairness of punishing her for something she'd had no idea about and therefore couldn't tell Mike. But he didn't care. “Choose, Little Sub.”

Her choice would tell him a lot. 

Nipple clamps were sexy as hell and would definitely add a dimension to their scene, not only for her but for the people watching. Jackson would be more than happy to clamp those pretty, rosy nipples. Looked forward to it a great deal.

But, her allowing him to spank her with his bare hand, in relative privacy, would be a different type of submission all together. A much more personal one. She may not be ready for something like that.

“I–I...”

She couldn't seem to get the words out. He trailed a finger across her lips and the lower part of her cheeks not covered by the mask.

“Hard choice?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Because you don't know which one you want?” He steeled himself not to be disappointed in her answer, no matter what it was.

She shook her head. “No. Because I really want both.”

This was possibly the best answer even available.

“Oh, I think both can very definitely be arranged. But right now I want your bare ass over my lap.” He couldn't go another minute without touching her. Would prefer to take her back to his cabin, rip off that mask and fuck her senseless. But he would take great enjoyment in the scene with Donovan first.

“I want to find a couch in a dark corner. I'm going to fire every fucking designer involved with the ship if there's not a couch in a dark corner where I can spank your ass.” He didn't want an audience for this, but neither did he want to go get a private room. He didn't trust himself.

Alexandra gave a soft giggle, a lovely sound. “I know there are some on the other side of the main stage.”

The main stage allowed for theater-in-the-round style viewing from all sides. right now it was being set up for Jackson and Donovan's scene with Alexandra. A large table that could be angled and raised or lowered at either end, for the Doms' pleasure. At the center of the table was a wide padded bench. Jackson pointed to it as they walked by. “You're going to be over that bench, strapped to it, unable to move, while I fuck you in the ass and Donovan comes in your mouth.”

He smiled as he saw her breathing hitch and those little nipples get pointy again. She wanted it just as much as he did.

As she said, there were groups of chairs and couches on this side of the stage. It was relatively empty, most people were playing or watching something else. Good. A little privacy — but not too much — was exactly what he wanted.

He sat in the middle of the couch, placing her coat over the arm. She stood in front of him, waiting, as a good submissive should, for him to direct her.

“Spread your legs,” he said softly. She didn't hesitate. He ran a finger through those swollen lower lips. “So wet. You don't let Doms fuck or touch you here, and I'll respect that, while we're here at the club. But eventually when we’re in private,” – and he had no doubt they would be together alone in private soon – “I'm going to want some answers about that.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“I would like to play with your clit as I ask you a few questions, is that okay with you?”

Her hips were already gently thrusting themselves towards his fingers, so obviously whatever reason she had for not allowing any sort of vaginal play was not because of trauma. Thank God. He still thought it probably had to do with her dead husband.

“Yes, Master.”

He rubbed the little nub gently, with just the slightest bit of pressure. “The stories you write for me. Do you touch yourself while you write them? Because I sure as hell touch myself while I read them.”

He added a little more pressure to her clit. 

“Yes, Sir.” She blew out a shaky breath, her hips still gently moving towards his hand.

“You'll keep writing me the stories. And you keep touching yourself, and thinking of me, as you write them.”

He pressed his thumb harder against her and felt her shudder and gasp. Caught up in what she was feeling, she didn't answer, so he moved his hand away. She moaned in disappointment.

“Do you understand?”

“Yes Sir. I will keep writing them and I will touch myself when I do it.”

“And afterwards you will take your juices from your finger and wipe them along the edges of the paper so I can smell it. Smell your arousal when I read it.”

Her hips sought out his fingers again and he put his thumb back on her clit.

“Yes, Sir” she moaned louder. “Please, may I come, Sir?” Her hips were now moving at a more jerky motion.

“Yes, come.” He shifted his thumb around her clit one more time before pressing on it and giving her the pressure she needed. He watched her masked face, that sexy mouth, as she came, grinding herself against his hand, breathing in short, frantic pants.

He didn’t give her a chance to recuperate. She was barely coming down from the high before he pulled her over his lap, feeling her wetness against his leg. He brought his hand down against the naked flesh of her ass.

This was purely for pleasure — his and hers — not to test her limits in any way. That could come much later. This was just for the opportunity of seeing her fair skin turn pink under his blows, to watch as the flesh under his hand flattened with each spank.

It wasn’t difficult to tell the spanking was turning her on. Revving her up again towards orgasm.

“No coming this time.” He chuckled when he heard her disappointed moan through the soft grunts each time his hand slapped her skin. “I want you primed and ready to go when Donovan and I take you together in a few minutes.”

He stopped to spread her legs further so he could slap the high, inside parts of her thighs, getting them nice and pink too. Her sighs were getting more high-pitched.

He stopped and ran his fingers along the cracks of her ass right up to her pussy lips.

“Your ass will be mine tonight, but soon I’ll be taking this pussy too.” He swirled the wetness along the outside of her pussy lips, respecting her no-penetration rule. For now. “Do you understand?”

Her response surprised him. “Yes, Sir. I want you to.”