“Evening, Boss.”

“Hey, Trent.”  Mark walked into the room they had nicknamed the ‘control room’.  It was dominated by a large table with multiple laptops.  Several chairs were tucked under the table and he sat down in the one next to Trent.  There were twelve screens embedded into the wall above the table and he studied them idly.  “How’s it going?”

“Good,” Trent said.  He was tall and lanky with a pierced nose and he tugged absently at the chain that connected his nose ring to the hoop in his ear as he studied the laptop in front of him.  “Full house tonight and nearly all of the private rooms are booked as well.”

“Already?  It’s only ten,” Mark said.

“What can I say – we’re popular,” Trent said.  “The show starts in half an hour and the chairs are already full.”

Mark studied the screen that showed the stage.  Trent was right, all of the chairs were filled, and a crowd had gathered behind them as well.

“Who’s on tonight?”

“Richard.”

“That explains it,” he said.

“Explains what?”  Another man, he was short with dark hair and a barrel-like chest entered the room and sat next to him.  “Hey, Mark.”

“Hi, Dave.  Why there’s such a big crowd tonight.  Richard’s working.”

“They do love him,” Dave said.  “He has a waiting list of submissives.  Did you know that?”

Mark nodded as he pulled up a spreadsheet on the laptop in front of him.  He studied the numbers from the previous night as Dave said, “Of course, it doesn’t help that you don’t do shows anymore.”

“It’s not just shows,” Trent said.  “He’s not doing anything.  Hasn’t for months now and the subs are starting to complain.”

“It hasn’t been that long,” Mark said.

“Yeah, it has,” Trent said.  “Kori had seven different subbies asking if you would be playing tonight.”

Mark didn’t reply, and Trent glanced at Dave who shrugged.

“Are you?”  Trent asked.

“Am I what?”  Mark asked.

“Playing tonight.”

“No,” Mark said as he scrolled through the spreadsheet.  “Not tonight.”

“What’s going on with you, man?”  Dave asked.  “You used to play every weekend and now it’s nothing for the last three months.”

“There isn’t anything wrong with me.  I just decided to take a break for a while.”

“Right,” Dave said.

Mark gave him a look of exasperation.  “Where’s Selene?”

“She’s getting a newbie ready.”

“We have a newbie tonight?”  Mark asked.

Trent nodded and pointed to the second screen from the left.  “Yes, first time at the club.  She’s in the Blue Room.”

Mark only half-glanced at the screen.  Selene was standing in front of a tall, curvy blonde who had a truly spectacular body.  He looked back at the spreadsheet in front of him.  The blonde’s body reminded him a little of Amy’s, actually.  If Amy ditched the flowing skirts and peasant blouses she normally wore and poured herself into a little black dress. 

His stomach tightened, and his cock twitched a little against the confines of his jeans.  Jesus, just thinking about his best friend’s little sister was a mistake.  For years, he’d kept his lust for her a secret, kept it firmly hidden under a tight fist of control, but it was becoming more and more difficult to be around her.  If he didn’t figure out what the hell to do about his inappropriate desire to fuck her, he would have to quit his job at Dawson’s Clothing.  He made more than enough money from the club, he didn’t technically even have to continue with his job as CFO of Amy’s clothing company.

If you quit, you won’t get to see her anymore.

He scowled at the spreadsheet.  That was the fucking idea.  He couldn’t keep seeing her.  It was too difficult and too damn dangerous.  Three months ago, he had stopped playing completely with the subs at the club.  Stopped when he realized he was deliberately choosing women who looked like Amy.  Stopped when he realized that playing with them left him cold and empty.

He glanced at the Blue Room screen again.  Of course, this woman’s body was making him reconsider –

His eyes widened as he finally took a look at the woman’s face.  “Fuck me!” 

Trent jerked wildly, nearly spilling the cup of his coffee by his right hand as he twisted to stare at Mark. “Boss, what’s wrong?”

“It can’t be,” Mark said as he stood and squinted at the screen.  “It can’t be her.”

“Can’t be who?”  Dave asked.

Mark clenched his fists and muttered, “Move, Selene.  Goddammit.”

Selene was partially blocking the blonde’s face and all the breath rushed out of him when she stepped away and walked to the wardrobe. 

“Holy fuck.”

Amy - his sweet Amy - was standing in the Blue Room.

“Boss, what’s going on?”  Trent asked.

“The newbie, what is she asking for?”

“Uh, I don’t know,” Trent said.

“Look it up!”

Trent grabbed a tablet and quickly scrolled through it.  “Um, she’s wanting some sensory deprivation, restraints and vaginal intercourse only.”

Mark watched as Selene led Amy to the chair and buckled the cuffs around her wrists.  “Who’s assigned to her?”

“Brandon’s with her tonight.”

“No, he isn’t,” Mark said.

“He isn’t?”  Trent replied.

“No, goddammit,” Mark said.

“We always use him for the newbies,” Dave said.

“Not tonight.  Let him know he can walk the floor instead.”

“Uh, okay, but what do we do with the newbie?”

“She’s playing with me,” Mark said grimly before stalking from the room.

Trent stared at Dave who grinned widely.  “Guess his break is over.”

 

* * *

 

Mark stood outside the Blue Room.  His goddamn hands were shaking, and he ran one through his dark hair.  He had deliberately avoided Selene, ducking into an empty room until she passed by.  Trent would tell her about the change in plans for Amy.  She would probably find it a little odd but one look at his face and she’d know something was wrong.  The woman was too smart for her own good and if she knew that this was his Amy, she’d stop him from playing with her.

Not that he was going to play with her, he reminded himself immediately.  No, he was going to do the right thing.  He would walk into that room, take off Amy’s blindfold, give her a quick explanation and walk her out of the damn club and back to her room upstairs.

A quick explanation?  That’s not gonna work, buddy.

No, not long term but it would work long enough to get her out of the club.  He would explain more in the hard light of day.  When she was dressed like she normally was, and he had better control.  He could just explain that he was one of the owners of the club.  She didn’t need to know that he was dominant.  Didn’t need to know that he’d had more than one dark fantasy of her chained to his bed, legs spread wide and helpless, as he pumped himself into her over and over until his never-ending need for her was finally satisfied.

His cock was hardening, and he adjusted it roughly.  If Amy knew exactly what he wanted to do to her, she’d run screaming.  Or worse yet, she’d tell Luke that his best friend was a fucking pervert who wanted to defile her.  Luke would kick him out of his life forever and he’d lose not just his best friend but the family that was so important to him.  He could – had to – convince Amy that his involvement in the Club was strictly business.

Uh, Mark, buddy?  She’s here looking to be dominated, remember?  She’d probably like it if she knew the real you.

He grimaced and rubbed his head again.  No, she wouldn’t.  He had looked at the paperwork she’d filled out as he was waiting for Selene to leave.  Amy wanted light restraints on her arms only and she was seeking what they called the ‘stranger experience’.  She wanted to be fucked by someone she didn’t know while being lightly restrained.  It was a common kink for women and one he had fulfilled many times in the past.  Being blindfolded for the entire time was a little strange but it was one of her requests.

You know, if she’s blindfolded she won’t know it’s you.  You could give her what she wants without her knowing.

He pushed that thought out of his head and opened the door to the Blue Room.  The lights in the room were soft and dim.  But as he closed the door and stared at Amy, he had no trouble seeing the flush in her cheeks or the way her chest rose and fell rapidly.  At the sight of her, every good intention he had of telling her the truth flew out the door.  His cock grew painfully erect and he wanted to unbutton his jeans and free it.  He wanted to wrap Amy’s soft hand around it and force her to rub him until the deep-seated ache in his balls was gone.

He wanted her.  Had wanted her for years and this was his only chance to finally take what was his.  She would never know it was him, and while the thought made his chest tighten painfully, it was for the best.  In the last two years, she had grown more distant with him.  The affectionate touches and hugs she had once bestowed so freely had dried up.  Now she did everything she could to avoid touching him.  A stupid man might have thought her affection had turned to dislike, but he wasn’t stupid. 

She wanted him as much as he wanted her.  He could see it in the subtle way her body stiffened on the rare occasions that he stood too close to her.  He could see it in the odd shine in her eyes and the way she crossed her arms over her torso whenever he walked into the room.  She utterly refused to be alone with him anymore and while he understood why, he missed her so much it was a constant ache in his chest.

He took a deep breath and walked silently across the room.  There was a camera tucked discreetly in the upper corner of the room.  For a moment, he considered turning it off but dismissed it almost immediately.  No doubt, Trent and Dave had already told Selene about his odd reaction to Amy, but if he shut off the camera, it was over.  Every room was monitored, and it was against the club’s rules to shut off the camera.  Even for him.  It had never bothered him before that Trent or any of the Dom’s who worked at the club could watch him during a play session with a sub, but this was his Amy.  He didn’t want anyone seeing her naked but him.

He hesitated for a moment before striding forward.  Amy knew there was a camera in the room and obviously she was fine with it.  He would do his damn job and fulfill his biggest personal fantasy at the same time.

His cock throbbed and he took another deep breath as he stopped in front of Amy.  She tilted her head back.  She obviously knew he was there even though she couldn’t see him.  He studied her mouth before running his thumb across her soft cheek.

She jumped and made a frightened squeak before whispering, “Sorry.”

He didn’t reply.  He moved around behind her and she twisted her head, following his movements.  He cupped her head and gently pushed until she was facing forward again.  He brushed her hair back and leaned down, pressing his nose into the side of her throat and inhaling deeply.  She smelled so good, that subtle scent of flowers that he always associated with her.

She made another nervous squeak before clearing her throat.  “Uh, my name is Amy.”

He ran the tips of his fingers over her exposed collarbone.  She twitched again.  “What’s your name?”

He leaned down and licked the curve of her ear before whispering, “Sir.”

He heard the audible click of her throat when she swallowed.  “You want me to call you sir?”

Just hearing her say the word ‘sir’, made him want to come and his hand tightened on her shoulder.  She shivered violently.  He made himself release her before whispering.  “Yes.”

He moved to her front and took her hands.  He pulled her to her feet and she stumbled a little when he turned her around so that she was facing the chair.  He pressed his hands on her shoulders and she resisted for a moment before kneeling gracefully.  He petted her long hair as he stared at her.  How many times had he imagined Amy on her knees in front of him?  More than he could count.  He resisted his urge to free his cock and guide it past her lips.  Instead, he sat down in the chair and made her shuffle forward until she was wedged between his legs with her stomach pressed against the edge of the chair.

She was wearing a skin-tight, short black dress that showed off an intoxicating amount of her magnificent breasts.  He traced the top of her breasts and her little gasp made him smile.  He cupped the back of her head in a tight grip and leaned forward until his lips were almost touching hers.

“Open,” he whispered.

Her mouth parted immediately, and another hot wave of desire washed over him.  Fuck, she was so beautiful.  He sucked on her bottom lip and she moaned when he flicked his tongue against her upper lip.  He curved his arm around her ample waist and drew her up against his chest before kissing her deeply.  She responded with hot eagerness but when she tried to put her arms around him, he stopped her.  He took both of her wrists just above the leather cuffs and moved them behind her back before holding them firmly with one hand.  He didn’t think she would recognize him just by touching him, but he sure as hell wasn’t taking any chances.

She pulled at his hand and he gripped her even harder.  She gasped and wetted her upper lip with the tip of her tongue before relaxing in his grip.

“Good girl,” he whispered and smiled when she flushed.

He kissed her again, reminding himself to go slowly as he explored her mouth.  She tasted as sweet as he had imagined.  He sucked slowly on her tongue as she made soft little sounds in the back of her throat.

When he finally released her mouth, her head swayed on her neck before she blindly leaned forward to search for his mouth.  He stopped her with a tight squeeze to the back of her neck and she pouted adorably.

“Please kiss me.”

He waited patiently.  She was a smart girl – she would figure it out.

She licked her lips and he grinned when she said, “Please kiss me, Sir.”

He rewarded her, and she moaned happily and returned his kiss.  He loved the way she kissed, loved how soft her lips were and the taste of her mouth.  He released the back of her neck and cupped her right breast, squeezing it firmly as she moaned again.  Her back arched and he rubbed at her nipple with his thumb.  The material of her dress and bra impeded his touch and he released her wrists and stood up.  He cupped her elbows and helped her to her feet before taking her hand and leading her toward the bed.  She walked hesitantly, and he squeezed her hand as he stopped next to the bed.

He leaned down and tasted the soft skin of her throat.  She let her head drop back and he pressed a trail of warm, wet kisses down the column of her throat before licking her collarbone.  He reached behind her, and she stiffened when he unzipped her dress.  Moving quickly, he pulled her dress down over her arms and pushed it past her full hips and down her legs before making her step out of it.  He inhaled sharply.  She was wearing a dark red lace bra with matching panties.  The bra pushed her full breasts up and he stared hungrily at them.

Nearly desperate to see her breasts, he reached around her again and unclasped her bra, pulling it off her body before she could protest.  She crossed her arms protectively over her naked breasts as he dropped her bra to the floor.  He made a low noise of disapproval and took her by the wrists, forcing her arms down.

“Beautiful,” he whispered.

She flushed with pleasure and he released her wrists before cupping both her breasts.  Her nipples were light pink in colour and already hard.  He flicked them with his thumbs, liking the way she jerked in response.  He bent his head and sucked one nipple into his mouth.  She cried out as her back arched and her hands threaded through his dark hair.  She pulled restlessly at his hair as he teased her nipple into a hard point.  When the pale pink had turned a dark rose, he moved to her left nipple and nipped and licked it until it matched her right in colour.  She was pressing her lower body against his rhythmically and he cupped her ass and rubbed his erection against her stomach. 

She reached between them and he nearly blew his load right there when she touched his cock through his jeans.  He pushed her hand away.  She froze and said, “I’m sorry, Sir.”

He kissed her briefly before urging her onto her back in the middle of the bed.  She went willingly enough and didn’t object when he lifted her arms above her head.  Small chains were embedded in the headboard and he quickly clipped them to the metal rings on both cuffs.  He sat on the side of the bed and admired the way she looked.  With her arms stretched above her head, her full breasts were lifted, and he stroked the curve of one as she tested the strength of the chains that held her captive.

He smiled a little when she realized that she wasn’t going to get free.  He wished he could see her eyes.  For a moment he was tempted to remove her blindfold before he got a hold of himself.  She had specifically requested to keep the blindfold on the entire time and she wasn’t supposed to know it was him.

He continued to stare at her utterly amazing body, picturing the way she would look with her legs spread and tied down as well.  There was a spreader bar in the wardrobe and he was again tempted to go and get it.  The thought of Amy locked into a spreader bar, her legs spread wide and unable to stop him from fucking her, made a surge of precum leak from the head of his cock.

“Sir?”

He realized Amy had stopped wiggling and she was turning her head back and forth a bit anxiously.  “Sir, are you still there?”

He rested his hand on her stomach, rubbing it lightly before leaning toward the nightstand next to the bed.  The top drawer held lube and condoms and he removed a condom package before opening the lower door.  A bar fridge was hidden inside the lower half of it and he opened it and removed the shallow bowl from the freezer compartment.  It was full of ice cubes and he sat it on the nightstand.

A lot of the Doms at Secrets had their own special methods of driving their subs mad, but he suspected he was the only one who used ice cubes.  He knew the others considered it a bit cliché and he supposed it was, but he loved a sub’s reaction to them.

He picked up an ice cube and without warning, ran it over Amy’s erect right nipple.  She squealed and tried to twist away, her arms yanking uselessly at her bonds.

“Cold!”  She cried when he ran the ice cube over her side.  She tried to wiggle away, and he slapped her lightly on the thigh.  She jerked again before falling still.  He set the ice cube on her belly button and she gasped but didn’t move.

“Good girl,” he whispered.  He stood and shed his clothes before grabbing a second ice cube and stretching out on the bed beside her.  The ice cube on her navel was slowly melting, sending little rivers of water down her skin.  He leaned over and licked them away.  She moaned at the touch of his warm wet tongue and he traced her navel with the tip of his tongue before straightening.

The ice cube in his hand was starting to melt and he ran it over her nipple again as she squealed and pounded the bed with her feet.

“It’s too cold, Sir!”  She said desperately as he ran it between her breasts and in a circle around her left nipple.

He ignored her and returned the ice cube to her right nipple.  Her nipple was rock hard, and he brushed the cube over it repeatedly as she gasped and cried out.

“Please, Sir!  Please!”  She said.  “Too cold!”

He ran the small chip of ice that was left along the underside of her breast before sucking on her nipple.  It was cold, and he warmed it with his tongue as she moaned and pleaded breathlessly.

He grabbed a third ice cube and ran it up and down her stomach, tracing the waistband of her panties as her pelvis rose and fell.  He left the cube on her belly button again before rubbing her thighs with the palm of his hand.  Despite her obvious desire, her thighs were closed tightly.

He pressed his mouth against her ear.  “Spread your thighs for me.”

She didn’t do what he asked, and he pinched her right nipple in punishment.  She cried out and spread her legs wide.  He bent his head and soothed the sting of her pinched nipple with his tongue as he traced her inner thighs with the tips of his fingers before running them over her abdomen. 

He could see a wet spot on the crotch of her silk panties and it sent a throb of lust through him.  He cupped her left breast and kneaded it as he whispered into her ear, “Are you wet for me, little slave?”

She shuddered violently when he called her slave and her hips bucked.  Her reaction sent his lust into overdrive and he couldn’t resist rubbing his aching cock against her smooth thigh as he whispered, “Answer me.”

“Yes, Sir,” she moaned.

“Should I check for myself, little slave?”

Again, that full body shiver that made his cock leak precum all over her thigh.

“Y-yes, Sir,” she stuttered.

He pinched her left nipple hard and she gasped with pain.

“Try again,” he whispered.

He gave her a few seconds to think before he pinched her nipple again.  She twitched and moaned, and he reminded himself to reign it in.  Amy hadn’t asked for pain or punishment.  His gaze drifted to her pussy.  Of course, the wet spot on her panties had grown significantly in the last few minutes.

“Try again, slave,” he repeated in a whisper.

She bit her bottom lip before saying, “Please check to see if I’m wet for you, Sir.”

“Such a good girl,” he crooned into her ear before nipping her earlobe.

“Thank you, Sir,” she panted.

He smiled.  She was a fast learner and more submissive than he could ever have hoped for.

He slid his hand into her panties, briefly touching the soft curls at the top of her pussy before touching her swollen lips.  She was soaking wet and at the touch of his fingers, her legs widened even more.  He rubbed her clit as a reward and she moaned and pumped her hips against his fingers. 

Fuck, she was so responsive to his touch.  It was driving him mad.  He slid one thick finger into her core.  She tightened around him and muttered “cold”.  He rubbed her clit with his thumb as he fucked her with his finger.  Her pussy was unbelievably tight, and he muttered a curse of surprise when she suddenly arched upward and climaxed violently.  Her pussy squeezed rhythmically around his finger and she didn’t make a sound as she shuddered wildly against his hand.

He’d wanted to tease her for a while longer, wanted to draw this moment out for as long as he could but she had surprised him with her sudden climax.  His need for her was suddenly overwhelming in its intensity.  He withdrew his hand and quickly yanked her panties down her legs and off her feet.  She was splayed wide open for him, her chest heaving as she fought to catch her breath.  He grabbed the condom and leaned down to press a kiss against her mouth.

“Thank you, Sir,” she whispered when he released her mouth.  “That was so good.”

Good?  Jesus, he needed to do a better job next time if all he got was a ‘so good’.

There won’t be a next time.

He ignored his inner voice as he pressed the condom package against her bound right hand.  He could see her forehead wrinkling above the silk blindfold as she felt the package.  Her face relaxed in understanding.  “Condom.  Thank you.”

He reached for her nipple but stopped when she said, “I mean, thank you, Sir.”

He grinned and studied her naked body for a moment.  He wished he could taste her, wished he could bury his face in that soaking wet pussy and lick every inch of her clean but she had clearly stated no oral sex.  He wasn’t surprised by it.  Most newbies to the club took a while to warm up to oral sex.  Sexual intercourse was intimate but oral sex was even more so.  He stared at her pussy with regret before kneeling between her thighs.  He smoothed the condom over his cock, hissing a little when even the pressure of his own hand made his balls tighten, before gripping her thighs with both hands.

“Sir?”  She suddenly said.  “Are you – are you big, Sir?”

He rubbed the head of his cock against her clit and she moaned before biting at her lip.  “It’s been a while and I’m not used to, uh, big men.  If you’re big, will you go slowly?”

He rubbed her thighs until she relaxed.  God, he wanted to taste her pussy.  He cursed inwardly, then guided his cock to her entrance and pushed.  He groaned when the head slipped into her wet and extremely tight pussy.  He leaned over her, propping himself up on his hands above her as he pushed another few inches into her pussy.  He was on the larger side and she made a low groan and tensed before muttering, “big,” under her breath.

He kissed her mouth before whispering into her ear, “Too big for you, little slave?”

She shook her head and he heard that familiar stubbornness in her voice when she said, “No, Sir.”

“Wider, slave,” he whispered.

She spread her legs wide and they both groaned when he pushed firmly and sunk his entire length into her warm pussy.  For the first time in his life, he was grateful to be wearing a condom.  It dulled the sensation just enough that he didn’t embarrass himself by coming immediately.

He gritted his teeth and counted backward from twenty as her pussy stretched to accommodate him.  When she wiggled under him, he muttered a curse and slapped her breast.  She stopped moving immediately and he released his breath in a harsh groan.

He started a slow and steady rhythm, sweat breaking out on his forehead as her pussy gripped him.  Her hips were rising to meet his and he marvelled at how quickly they fell into a rhythm together.  She was starting to pant again, her head tossing back and forth on the pillow as her bound hands clenched and unclenched.

He thrust harder, his hands digging into the sheets as he stared at her sweet face.  Her curvy body provided a soft cushion for his hard one and he drove in and out of her with quick hard thrusts. 

He was fucking Amy. 

He was inside of her and she was just as warm and tight as he’d dreamed she would be.  His balls tightened, and the base of his spine tingled as his orgasm started.  He was moving so quickly now that she was bouncing on the mattress, but she didn’t complain.  She moaned and gasped, and when her body arched and her pussy squeezed him as she climaxed in that oddly silent way of hers, his entire body shuddered and he came with a hoarse howl of pleasure.

He pumped steadily as he came, pressing kisses against her damp chest and shoulders before he shuddered to a stop inside of her.  He wanted to stay exactly where he was for the rest of his goddamn life, but he made himself pull out of her.  He removed the condom and threw it into the waste basket next to the bed before curling up beside her.  He released her cuffs from the chains and turned her limp body onto her side before spooning her tightly.  He cupped her breast and kissed the back of her shoulder as she made a soft noise of contentment.

He was oddly nervous that it wasn’t good for her but before he could embarrass himself as a Dom by asking, she said, “Thank you, Sir.  I enjoyed that very much.”

He kissed her shoulder again.  She was starting to tense, and she said timidly, “Do I, um, leave now?”

He held her in a firm grip and nuzzled her throat affectionately before whispering, “Quiet, little slave.”

She relaxed in his grip.  “Yes, Sir.”

He held her until her breathing evened out and deepened.  He wanted to spend the night with her.  Wanted to hold her until she woke, and he could bring her even more pleasure.  He sighed inwardly.  There was no way in hell he could do that.  He had one chance to be with Amy and this was it.  He’d never be with her again.  The memory of this night would be all he’d have.

A wave of bitterness went through him and he eased away from Amy’s warm curves and slid out of the bed.  He dressed quickly before tucking the covers around her and kissing her forehead.

“Bye, Ames,” he murmured before kissing her forehead again.  He left the room without looking back and walked quickly down the hallway.  Normally he would stay with a sub, let her sleep for half an hour or so before waking her up and providing aftercare.  He felt a moment of guilt that he shook off.  He hadn’t done anything to Amy that required actual aftercare.  If she didn’t wake after half an hour or so, one of the other employees would wake her and escort her back to her room upstairs.  She’d be fine.  In the meantime, he needed to leave before Selene started asking questions.

As if his thoughts had summoned her, she appeared in the hallway.  “We need to talk Mark.”

“Not now, Selene,” he said before skirting around her.  “Go home.  It’s your night off, remember?”

“Mark - ”

He waved his hand in the air before yanking open the door at the end of the hallway and disappearing.