Mark checked his watch before moving the flyer on his desk.  He set it near the edge of his desk and then covered half of it with a file.  He studied it before moving the file so more of the flyer showed.  He sat down and checked his watch again.  God, he was acting as jittery as a teenage girl on prom night.

He pulled absently on his left earlobe before staring at his computer screen.  It was Saturday afternoon.  He hadn’t needed to come into the office today, but after leaving the club at two, he’d spent a sleepless night staring at the ceiling of his bedroom.  The idea had come to him when he was stepping into the shower just before noon.  He knew Luke would be at the office today, had spoken with him about it on Thursday.  Excitement brewing in his belly, he had showered before grabbing the flyer from his study and heading into the office.

Now, he glanced at the flyer and then his watch again.  If Luke didn’t show up in his office soon, he’d make up some excuse to get him in here.  Another trickle of excitement went through him.  If this went well, then maybe he and Amy could finally be together.

You’re getting ahead of yourself.  Say Luke doesn’t think you’re a freak.  Doesn’t mean Amy won’t.  She’s sweet and innocent, remember?

She came to the club last night!  He argued inwardly.  She liked what I did to her.

She had no idea it was you, buddy.  Besides, so you pinched her nipples, gave her a few gentle slaps and made her call you Sir.  That’s only a fraction of what you really want to do to her.  Just because she liked a little dominance, doesn’t mean she’ll be eager for whatever else you want.  Her fantasy was only slightly above vanilla, and you know that.  Are you sure you want your Amy knowing what you’re really like?

He tried to push the doubt down.  He didn’t have to go full Dom with Amy right away.  He could ease her into the lifestyle.  A good Dom helped a new submissive learn her likes and dislikes anyway, right?  He was positive that Amy had never done anything like this before, and he was just the man to help her navigate these new waters.

What if she doesn’t want more than what you gave her last night?  What if you two can have a relationship but she isn’t willing to give you what you truly want?  Then what?

He stared out the window of his office.  Then he would take what she gave him and be happy with that.

You won’t be happy with that.

He ignored his inner voice.  Yes, he would.  If it meant having Amy in his arms and in his bed every night, he would change.  He wanted Amy and for the first time in a decade, he could see a glimmer of hope that she could be his.  He wouldn’t do anything to destroy that chance.

You won’t be happy.  Eventually your true self will come out and what do you think Amy will say or do then?  You need to be honest with her, and if that isn’t what she wants then –

“Hey, Mark.  What are you doing here?”

Luke was strolling into his office and he pushed away his doubts and smiled at his best friend.  “Hey.  Just had a couple of finance reports I wanted to finish before Monday.”

Luke dropped into the chair and scratched at the stubble on his chin.  “I think Elaine’s gonna quit.”

“What?  Why?”  Mark tried to keep his gaze on Luke’s face and not on the flyer on his desk.

Luke shrugged.  “Just a feeling.  Her mom isn’t doing so hot.”

“I thought she said she was doing better,” Mark replied.

“A little.  But she lives in Florida and Elaine’s said a couple of things about retiring to Florida.”

“Uh oh.”

“Yeah,” Luke said.  “Elaine’s husband works overseas.  He just left for a month-long job so I’m pretty sure I’ll have her for at least this month but after that, who the hell knows.”

He scratched at his chin again.  “Elaine’s the best PA I’ve ever had.  I’m up shit creek if she leaves.  I wonder if I could convince her to…”

Mark dropped his hands below his desk and clenched them into fists as Luke leaned forward and plucked the flyer out from under the file.  “What is this?”

He scanned the flyer before staring at Mark.  “Why the hell do you have a flyer for a BDSM club on your desk?”

Mark shrugged.  “Todd left it on my desk.  He’s thinking about checking it out.”

“Holy shit.  Todd’s a freak in the bedroom, who knew,” Luke said.

Saying a silent apology to Todd, Mark said, “Going to a BDSM club doesn’t make Todd a freak.”

“Doesn’t it?”  Luke arched an eyebrow at him.  “Do you know what they do there?”

“Do you?”  Mark asked.

Luke shrugged.  “I know it’s full of men who get their rocks off by hurting women.  I like control, but I’m not interested in slapping a woman around to get it.”

“Pretty sure it’s not like that,” Mark said as dismay flooded his belly.  “Everything that happens there is consensual.”

“So, you think it’s okay to hurt a woman because she has psychological problems and asks to be hurt?”  Luke said.

“I didn’t say that,” Mark said.  “I’m just saying that I think you have a skewed view of what BDSM is.”

Luke set the flyer down on the desk.  He raised his gaze and Mark almost flinched at the disgust in his eyes.  “Mark, you’re not thinking of going to this place, are you?”

His stomach in knots, Mark plucked the flyer off the desk and crumpled it up. “No.”  He threw the flyer in the garbage can as Luke gave him a look of relief.

“Thank God.  You had me worried for a minute there, buddy.  Hey, you want to have dinner tonight?”

“I can’t,” Mark said.  “I’ve got plans.”

“All right.”  Luke stood and stretched before ambling toward the door.  “See you at Mom’s on Sunday.”

“You bet,” Mark said.

He waited until he was sure Luke was back in his office before slamming his fist on the desk.  It hurt like hell and he muttered a curse before leaning back in his chair.  Well, that couldn’t have gone any fucking worse if he tried.

He turned and stared out the window of his office.  He hadn’t realized until this moment just how much he wanted Luke to know about Secrets.  He’d kept his life as a Dom hidden from his best friend for almost eight years now and it was wearing on him.  Buying the club two years ago had made things worse. 

At the time, he didn’t think it would make it any more difficult to conceal it from Luke and his family.  But it was increasingly difficult to come up with realistic excuses for why he was never available on a Friday or Saturday night.

He wondered bleakly how much longer he would be able to keep this part of his life hidden from his loved ones.  The thought that ten years from now, he’d still be hiding his life at the club and still yearning for the one woman he couldn’t have, made him shudder.

But the look of disgust on Luke’s face, the way he considered BDSM to be hurting women and nothing more, meant he had no choice. 

Fine, so you keep your BDSM lifestyle hidden from Luke.  Doesn’t mean you can’t date Amy.  You think she’s going to tell her brother that you like to restrain her and spank her during sex?

He cursed again before closing his laptop with a snap.  It didn’t matter anyway.  He was a fool to think that Amy would ever accept him for who he was.  She might be a little more open-minded than her brother, but she wouldn’t want to give him what he craved most from her.  He’d had his night with Amy and that was it.  He needed to stop dreaming about a life he would never have.

 

* * *

 

“Amy, are you sure you’re okay?”  Valerie asked.

“Yes, why?”  Amy said as she checked her reflection in the full-length mirror in her room.

“You’ve been acting weird all day.”

“No, I haven’t,” she said.

“You kind of have.  You did enjoy yourself last night, right?”

She nodded and smoothed her hand over the bustier she was wearing.  “I told you I did.”

“I know but you’re so quiet.”

Amy turned and moved to the bed.  She sat next to Valerie and smiled at her.  “It was amazing.  Really.  If it hadn’t been, do you think I would still be here?”

“Well, we did pay for two nights,” Valerie said.

Amy laughed.  “Yes, but if I hadn’t enjoyed myself and wanted to leave, I would.”

“Okay.  And you’re sure you want to walk the floor tonight?”  Valerie said.

“Positive.”

“Maybe you’ll find the same Dom from last night,” Valerie said.

Amy shrugged.  “Even if he did approach me, I wouldn’t know it was him.  I was blindfolded the whole time.”

“He didn’t talk to you?”

“Well, he whispered,” she said.  “I already told you that.”

“Right.  Sorry, my brains are still a bit scrambled from my own sex-athon last night,” she said.  “I’ve got to run back to my room for a minute and then we’ll head downstairs, okay?”

“Sure,” Amy said.  Her cheerful smile faded away the minute Valerie left her room.  She hadn’t lied to Valerie, she had enjoyed herself last night. 

A little too much. 

The mystery man who had made her come harder than she’d ever come in her entire life, had occupied her thoughts way too much today.  From the in-room breakfast to the full body massage Valerie had talked her into having at the spa located on the main level of the club, she couldn’t get him out of her damn head.  She had expected to have a bout of anonymous sex that she could just pretend was Mark.  Instead she had some unknown Dom who had refused to let her sink completely into her personal fantasy.

The hell of it was – she hadn’t cared in the moment.  It was pretty much impossible to pretend it was Mark.  Not with the way the Dom was whispering in her ear, not when he made her call him “Sir” and not when he called her his little slave and doled out punishments that oddly excited her.  Mark would never act that way and she couldn’t even pretend he would.  She shifted on the bed and winced slightly when her breasts brushed against the material of her bustier.  Her nipples were still a little tender from being pinched and it sent this weird sort of pride tingling through her. 

She sighed and rubbed at her forehead.  What was really humiliating was her reaction to being called his little slave.  Even with the blindfold obscuring most of her face, she was almost certain he knew exactly what it did to her.  Jesus, what was wrong with her?

She pasted the smile on her face when Valerie popped back into her room.  “Ready to go?”

“You bet,” Valerie said.  “Honey, I have the feeling you’re going to be approached by a lot of the Doms tonight.  Take your time in picking one, okay?  They’ll know you’re a newbie because of your bracelet but you want to make sure you’re very clear with them on what your limits are.  Don’t lie or play coy.  Be straight with them about exactly what you will and won’t do.  Okay?”

“I will be,” Amy said.  “Don’t worry.”

 

* * *

 

“What are you doing, Mark?”

“Good evening to you too, Selene.  If you’re going to keep showing up on your nights off, why am I even working the weekends?”  Mark scanned the floor on the multiple screens.

Selene sank into the chair next to him, but he refused to look at her.  Amy was walking the floor and Peter had just approached her.  His hands clenched into fists when Peter picked up a lock of her blonde hair before smiling at her.

Not that he could blame the Dom.  Amy looked extremely fuckable in her white bustier and her short black skirt.  She was wearing high heels and nylons and he wondered not for the first time if they were stockings.  He took a deep breath as Amy smiled hesitantly at Peter.  He was the third Dom to approach her in less than an hour.  He couldn’t hear what Brandon or Joseph had said to her, but she had obviously turned down both.  Sooner or later she would find a Dom that she did want to sleep with and it made his stomach churn with nausea.  He studied her bare neck, pictured another Dom buckling his collar around it, and pounded the desk in sudden frustration.

“Mark, enough,” Selene said.

He pulled at his earlobe.  “What do you want, Selene?”

“I know what you’ve done.”

“What have I done?”  He said.  “I had a play session last night.  I would think that would make you happy.  You and Richard have been complaining for the last month that I haven’t been playing with the subs.”

“I know she’s your Amy,” Selene said.

His anger deflated like a balloon and he glanced again at the screen before swivelling in his chair to face Selene.  “I didn’t plan it,” he said hoarsely.  “I had no idea she was going to show up.  She – she has no idea I’m an owner here.”

“I know,” Selene said.  She reached out and squeezed his hand.  “But you shouldn’t have played with her last night.”

“I had to,” he said.

“What if she finds out it was you?”

“She won’t,” he said.  “I couldn’t let her play with another Dom, Selene.  You know I couldn’t.”

“Honey, you can’t keep torturing yourself like this,” Selene said.

“I talked to Luke earlier this afternoon.”

Selene gave him a look of surprise.  “You told him about the club?”

“No.  I wanted to, but I accidentally left a flyer on my desk and as soon as he saw it, he was pretty clear about what he thought of the lifestyle.  He was disgusted by it.”

“I’m sorry,” Selene said.  She squeezed his hand again.  He stared at their linked fingers.  After Luke, Selene was his closest friend.

“I’m not that surprised,” Mark replied.  “It just means that I was right to stay away from Amy all these years.”

“But you haven’t stayed away from her.”  Selene pointed out.

“It was just one night,” he said.

“What about tonight?”

“What about it?”  He couldn’t resist studying Amy on the screen again.  He had come in tonight with every intention of allowing Amy to find another Dom to play with.  But now, watching her walk the floor, knowing that another man would soon be touching her was driving him insane with jealousy.

“She’s walking the floor,” Selene said.  “Are you going to do the right thing and let her play with another Dom tonight?”

He stood abruptly.  “No, I’m not.”

“Mark - ”

“Enough, Selene.  I’m an adult and I don’t need you lecturing me.”

He stormed toward the door, nearly knocking over Trent when he stepped into the room.  He was carrying a sandwich and a cup of coffee and he held it protectively.  “Hey, watch out, Boss.”

“Sorry,” Mark muttered.

He left and Trent gave Selene a questioning look.  “What’s up with him?”

“It’s a long story.”

 

* * *

 

Amy smiled hesitantly at the man standing in front of her.  He was tall and handsome enough but there was a coldness about him that made her a little nervous.

He gave her breasts an appreciative look before picking up a lock of her hair and rubbing it between his fingers.  “Why don’t you tell me what your hard limits are, my pet.”

She cleared her throat.  “Oh, um, thank you but I’m not interested in a play session.”

He gave her a look of surprise.  “Why are you here then?”

“I’m here with a friend. ”  She edged away.  “Excuse me, please.  I need to find her.”

She walked away quickly, wobbling a little on her unfamiliar heels.  Valerie had already left for a private session.  A short redheaded man had approached her not half an hour after they entered the club.  He had whispered into her ear for a few moments and Valerie had nodded happily.  The man placed a dark red collar around her slender throat while Valerie spoke quietly to him.  He headed toward one of the hallways, stopping and waiting at the entrance as Valerie turned to Amy.

“My favourite Dom asked me to do a play session,” she said.  “Are you okay if I go with him?”

“Of course,” Amy said.

“Are you sure?  I can stay on the floor if you’re a little nervous.”

“I’m not,” Amy lied.  “I think I’ll probably go back to my room soon, anyway.”

“No sign of the mystery Dom huh?”  Valerie said.

“I don’t think so,” Amy said.  She had been approached by two different men and despite being blindfolded last night, she didn’t think either of them were her mystery Dom.  She had no basis for that other than a feeling in the pit of her stomach.

“Okay, well if you’re sure?”  Valerie was bouncing on her feet, her gaze sliding repeatedly to the Dom waiting for her.

“I’m sure,” Amy said.  “Go and have fun, honey.”

“Thanks, babe.  See you later!”  Valerie kissed her cheek and hurried away.

Now, Amy sighed and began to weave her way through the people toward the entrance.  She supposed she could stay and maybe watch the show, but she didn’t feel like it.  She was one of the few women who wasn’t wearing a collar and she was feeling oddly self-conscious about it.  She snorted inwardly.  Did she really want to wear a collar anyway?  It wasn’t something that most women –

“Excuse me, Amy?”

She turned around and stared at the woman standing behind her.  She was dressed in a short skirt and her upper body was completely bare except for two daisy pasties on her nipples.  Amy’s face reddened and the woman grinned at her. 

“Hi, I’m Daisy.”

“Uh, hello, Daisy.”

“I work here,” Daisy said.  “I have a message for you.”

“You do?”

“Yes.”  Daisy was holding a thin black collar.  The initials ‘MM’ were stitched in silver thread on the front of it.  “Your Sir wondered if you would wear his collar this evening?”

Amy’s mouth dropped open.  “I – what?”

“Your Sir,” Daisy said.  “You had a play session with him last night.  He would like it if you wore his collar this evening.”

“Oh, I, uh…yes, I guess,” Amy said as her heart pounded.

“Good,” Daisy said.  “Come with me.”  She led her to the bar and sat Amy down on the bar stool. “Lift your hair, please.”

Amy lifted her hair and watched with numb disbelief as Daisy buckled the collar around her throat.  She checked the fit before smiling at her.  “It looks lovely on you.”

“Thank you,” Amy said.  She glanced around the crowded room.  “Um, is Sir here?”

“Not in the room,” Daisy said.  “He had another matter to take care of first.  He would like to request your presence in the Blue Room in about half an hour.  If you’re agreeable to it?”

“Yes,” Amy said.

“Excellent.  He’ll be very pleased.  Why don’t you have a drink and relax for a bit.  I’ll come back and get you, all right?”

“All right,” Amy said.

Daisy walked away, moving quickly despite the six-inch heels she was sporting, and Amy touched the collar around her throat.  It felt both odd and comforting at the same time.  A man sat down next to her, took one look at her collar and immediately left.  She blinked in surprise and touched the collar again.  Her body was shaking with excitement and she ordered a drink before drumming her fingers on the smooth bar top.  Half an hour couldn’t come quickly enough.

 

* * *

 

Amy watched as Daisy crossed to the wardrobe and removed a blindfold and leather cuffs.  This time the blindfold was a soft blue and Daisy smiled at her.  “It matches your eyes.”

Amy smiled weakly and allowed Daisy to buckle the cuffs around her wrists. 

“Your Sir would like you to be in the slave position for him.  Do you know what that is?”  Daisy asked.

“Uh, no,” Amy said.  “I’m new here,”

Daisy giggled.  “Yes, I know.  Don’t worry, we were all newbies once.  Let me show you what it is.”

She reached for the hooks on Amy’s bustier and Amy batted her hands away.  “What are you doing?”

“Your Sir had very specific instructions. You’re to be naked in the slave position unless you’re wearing stockings.  If you are, then they and your heels stay on.  Are you wearing stockings?”

“Well, yes, but I’m not sure about this,” Amy said.

Daisy gave her a serious look.  “Would you like me to tell him you’ve changed your mind?”

Amy shook her head. “No.  I just – I feel a little self conscious.”

“Don’t be.  Your body is amazing,” Daisy said. 

Feeling a little numb and disconnected from her body, Amy allowed Daisy to remove her bustier.  She covered her breasts with her arms as Daisy unzipped her skirt and tugged it down her legs.  She stepped out of it and Daisy folded it neatly before putting it and Amy’s bustier on the armchair. 

“Panties next,” she said.  Before Amy could react, she had tugged them down to her ankles.  She ignored her urge to cover her crotch with one hand and stepped out of her panties.  They joined the rest of her clothes and she stood awkwardly as Daisy returned to her.

“Okay, let’s get you into position.”

She pulled a thick mat from under the bed and set it a few feet away from the bed before urging Amy to her knees on top of the mat.  Amy sat back with her bottom resting against her calves and blushed when Daisy made her widen her legs as far as she could.  She covered her exposed pussy with her hand as Daisy moved around behind her.  She pushed on Amy’s lower back.

“Nice straight back, please, Amy.  Keep your head up.  That’s a good girl.”

Amy did what she asked.  The position felt a little unnatural and when Daisy pushed again on her lower back, forcing her to thrust her breasts out even more, she could feel her cheeks burning with embarrassment.

“Good,” Daisy said.  “You assume the slave position very well for a newbie.”

“Thank you,” Amy said as Daisy returned to her front.

She stared at Amy’s hands covering her crotch.  “Hands resting on your thighs, palms up.”

She hesitated, and Daisy smiled at her.  “I’ve seen lots of pussy, Amy.  No need to be shy.”

Blushing furiously, Amy rested her hands on her thighs with the palms up.

“God, your tits are amazing,” Daisy said. 

“Um, thank you,” Amy said again.

“Widen your legs a little more.  You want your Master to see all of your sweet little pussy when he comes into the room.”

Her cheeks hot enough to catch fire, Amy widened her legs even more.  Daisy stared at her pussy and nodded.  “Good.  Chest out, hon.  Be proud of those tits.”

She thrust her chest out a little more as Daisy picked up the blindfold and moved behind her.  “You really do look very lovely.  I’m not surprised he ended his dry streak to play with you.”

“What do you mean?”  Amy asked as Daisy placed the blindfold across her eyes.

“Your Master hasn’t played with a sub in months,” Daisy said.  “But like I said, you are lovely, so I’m not surprised he chose you.  Now, if you weren’t blindfolded, I would remind you to keep your head up, but your gaze lowered when your Master comes in.  But since you are blindfolded…”

She kissed Amy’s cheek.  “Have a good time, hon.” She walked across the room and Amy heard the soft click of the door.

She wasn’t sure how long she could hold the slave position, but she didn’t have to wait long.  Less than two minutes later, the door opened.  She caught her breath.  Her body was vibrating with nerves and anticipation.  The door closed, and she heard him approach.  He stopped in front of her and she kept her chest thrust out and her legs wide.  She felt the brush of his pant leg against her inner thigh when he stepped closer.  His hand petted her hair and she shivered all over at just that brief touch.

She felt more than heard him crouch in front of her.  She licked her lips as his warm breath washed over her face.  He leaned forward and whispered into her ear.  “Very nice, little slave.”

“Thank you, Sir,” she said.

“My collar fits you well,” he whispered.  “Do you like wearing it?”

She cocked her head.  There was suddenly something very familiar about the low sound of his whisper.  Like she recognized it or –

She squealed.  He had pinched her left nipple which was already hard and aching and she jerked against the sharp bite of pain.

“I asked you a question, little slave.”

“Yes, Sir.  I like wearing it, Sir,” she replied.  She wasn’t lying.  She did like having his collar around her neck.

“Good.”

She moaned with unexpected pleasure when his tongue laved across her aching nipple.  He soothed the sting with his tongue.  She was itching to touch his hair, but she knew better and kept her hands on her thighs as he lifted his head.

“Are you wet for me, little slave?”

“Yes, Sir.”  She was.  Shamefully, her pussy had become wet the moment he stepped into the room.

His warm hand was suddenly between her spread legs and she moaned again when he cupped her pussy.

“Very wet,” he whispered.

The embarrassment she was feeling disappeared when he rubbed her clit. 

“Please, Sir,” she said when he removed his hand.

He cupped her breast and kissed her hard.  She returned his kiss, sucking at his offered tongue and trying to rub her breasts against his chest.

He pulled back and cupped her face before tracing two fingers across her bottom lip.  When he pushed them against the seam of her lips, she parted her mouth and sucked at both fingers, rubbing her tongue against the pads of them.  She was thrilled when he made a low groan.

“Do you know what I want, little slave?”

She shook her head, unable to answer with his fingers in her mouth.

“I want my cock in your mouth.”

She shivered all over and sucked heavily on his fingers.  She had specifically said no to oral sex, but now the thought of having his cock in her mouth was making her nearly dizzy with excitement.

He pulled his fingers from her mouth and whispered, “Would you like that?”

“Yes, Sir,” she said.  “I want your cock in my mouth, Sir.  Please, Sir.”

“That’s my good girl,” he whispered.  She smiled happily at the approval in his voice.

He stood and petted her hair again before she heard the low rasp of his zipper.  She lifted her head as he whispered, “Keep your hands on your thighs, little slave.”

When she felt the velvet skin of his cock brush against her lips, she parted them immediately.  He slid his cock into her mouth and she sucked as he groaned harshly.  She kept her hands on her thighs and swirled her tongue across the tip.  His slightly salty taste heightened her excitement and she licked at him enthusiastically.  His hands curled in her hair and held her in a tight grip as he slid more of his cock into her mouth.  The head of him touched the back of her throat but he retreated before her gag reflex kicked in.  He pushed in and out of her mouth in a slow rhythm.  With her hands on her thighs, she couldn’t control how much of his cock she took, but he never gave her more than she could handle.

She sucked and licked at his dick.  His low groans were setting her nerves on fire and she wished suddenly that she could see him.  She wanted to watch his face as she pleasured him.  His cock was swelling in her mouth and she sucked more heavily.  He groaned again and pulled his cock out of her mouth.  She whined in disappointment.

“Please, Sir. I want more,” she said.

He muttered a low curse before lifting her to her feet.  He kissed her again and whispered, “You almost made me come in your mouth, little slave.”

She licked her bottom lip and he made another harsh groan before pushing her back toward the bed.  She stumbled in her heels and he caught her and lowered her to the middle of the bed.

He took her wrists and raised them above her head before chaining her to the headboard.  She rubbed her bare ass against the silk sheets.  Her pussy was throbbing heavily and when he touched her thigh, she let them drop open immediately.  She needed his cock.  Needed it badly.  She whined again when he didn’t touch her but instead moved away from the bed.

“Please, Sir,” she begged.  “Please fuck me, Sir.”

There was no reply and she could barely control her urge to beg again.  She heard the rustle of his clothing as he removed it.  The end of the bed dipped down and she moaned when she felt his lips brush against her nylon clad knee. 

“Oh God,” she said when he pressed his mouth against her inner thigh and then traced his tongue along the edge of her stocking.

“Oh God, yes, please,” she said.

He slapped her thigh hard enough to make it sting and she immediately said, “Please, Sir.”

He grunted his approval and she felt his shoulders pushing against both her thighs before his tongue was slicking across the lips of her pussy.

She could barely hold back her scream of pleasure when he licked from her wet entrance to the top of her swollen, throbbing clit.  He lingered at her clit, pressing the tip of his tongue delicately against it and she writhed against his mouth.  She lifted her hips and dug her feet into the bed as she made an inarticulate sound of need.

“More, please,” she begged.  “I need more.”

He parted her pussy lips and licked her clit with wide, flat strokes.  She cried out and bucked wildly as he slid his finger deep into her narrow entrance.  He thrust rapidly, and she couldn’t hold back her scream when he sucked on her clit.  Her orgasm shot through her and she screamed again, her entire body heaving against his as he sucked and licked at her clit.

His warm mouth left her pussy and she could feel him kneeling between her legs before she heard the condom being opened.  When the blunt head of his cock pushed at her pussy, she arched immediately.  The head sank in and she cried out happily.  He was so big and thick, she widened her thighs to accommodate him as he pushed in until his balls pressed against her.

“Legs around my waist,” he demanded in a hoarse whisper.

She hooked her legs around his waist, digging the heels of her shoes into his back.  He groaned softly but did two hard thrusts that made her quiver with pleasure.  His hand touched her wrists and there was a soft clink as he unclipped the chains and her hands were free.

She frowned in disappointment.  She didn’t want to be free.  She wanted to be bound and held captive while he fucked her.  Her disappointment disappeared when his hard hands wrapped around her arms and he jerked them over her head again, pinning her to the bed.  He fucked her roughly as he held her down.

The sensation of his hands holding her down sent her fantasy of being fucked by Mark flooding through her.  She bit her bottom lip and let it take hold.  The man above her was Mark.  The man pinning her to the bed and fucking her like she wanted to be fucked wasn’t some unknown Dom but Mark – the man she’d loved since she was nineteen years old.

She moaned in pleasure as Mark’s face flickered through her head.  The low rhythmic groans of pleasure were coming from Mark’s mouth, the hard chest hovering just inches from her aching breasts was Mark’s.  Mark was fucking her with a hard and rough pace that was pushing her to another climax with an almost embarrassing quickness.

She was fully absorbed in her fantasy now and as small flickers of pleasure grew in her pelvis, she moaned, “Oh God, please, Mark.  Please.”

The man above her ground to a halt and the blindfold was ripped off so quickly that it pulled her hair.  She gasped in pain before blinking rapidly.  The face above her swam into focus and every muscle in her body froze in shock.  Mark was staring down at her and his hands tightened painfully around her arms.

“How did you know?”  He rasped.

“M-mark?”

“How did you know it was me?”  He said before squeezing her arms again.

She winced before licking her lips.  “I – I didn’t.  I was pretending, fantasizing that…”

He stared almost wildly at her.  “You were fantasizing it was me?”

She nodded.  What the fuck was happening?

He shifted against her.  His thick cock rubbed against the inner walls of her pussy and a moan slipped out before she could stop it.  Her mind may have been in total disbelief, but her body didn’t give seem to care who was fucking her.  It was on the knife-edge of an orgasm and it wanted release.

“Do you want me to stop, Ames?”  He asked hoarsely.

“No!”  The needy little cry didn’t sound like her at all, but she didn’t care.  “Please don’t stop, Sir!”

His eyes darkened with desire when she called him sir and he thrust hard into her.  She cried out with pleasure and met each of his strokes with erratic jabs of her hips.

He leaned down, his hands digging painfully into the soft flesh of her forearms and kissed her hard on the mouth.  She returned his kiss, licking and nipping at his lips as his pace turned brutal in its intensity.  She moaned and cried out, panting with exertion as he drove in and out of her.

“Amy,” he muttered as his head fell back.  “God, Amy, you’re so tight, so wet.”

She made another sharp cry before her entire body shuddered with the force of her climax.  She writhed beneath him and screamed as waves of pleasure rippled through her.  He shouted her name before he climaxed deep inside of her. 

He collapsed against her soft body and she winced before pushing on his shoulders.  He rolled off of her and sat up on the side of the bed.  He removed the condom and tossed it in the waste basket before standing and walking to the bathroom.

She needed to get up.  She needed to get dressed and figure out what the fuck was going on.  But her entire body was still trembling, and she felt weak and disoriented from her orgasms.  Her pelvis kept twitching uncontrollably and her pulse was pounding so rapidly she felt a little lightheaded.

She watched silently as Mark returned from the bathroom.  He reached into the nightstand and weirdly brought out a bottle of water.  He sat down next to her before pulling her into a sitting position.  She was still twitching and shaking, and he leaned her against his hard chest before opening the bottle of water.  He held it to her mouth.

“Drink, Ames.”

She drank.  The water was cold and soothed her dry throat and parched mouth.  He pulled it away and took a large swallow of water before giving her more.  He set the bottle on the nightstand and made her lie on her side before curling up behind her.  He rubbed her side as she shook, before lifting her arm and examining it closely.  There were very clear imprints of his fingers in her pale flesh and he rubbed the red marks gently before placing her arm back on the bed.  He rubbed her hip and side until her shivering stopped.

“What just happened?”  She whispered.

He sighed and sat up on the side of the bed again, scrubbing his hand through his hair.  His jeans were on the floor by the bed and he grabbed them and yanked them over his legs.

“We need to talk,” she said.  She sat up and clutched the sheets to her body, hiding her nakedness as he sighed again.

“I know.  But not here.  Go up to your room and get dressed in,” he paused, “your normal clothes and then meet me in the lobby.”

He buttoned his jeans and put on his t-shirt before walking to the door.  He left without looking at her and Amy fell back on the bed.  She stared in bewilderment at the ceiling for a few minutes before climbing out of bed and dressing.

 

* * *

 

“Evening, folks.  What can I get ya?”  The waitress was short and chubby with long grey hair and an alarmingly thick moustache.  She rubbed absently at it as she pulled the order pad from the pocket of her apron.

“Just a coffee, thank you,” Amy said.

“You should eat something,” Mark said.

“I’m not hungry.”

“Ames - ”

“I’m not hungry.”

He sighed and ordered a coffee as well.

Mark was waiting for her in the foyer of the club and they had driven to the small all-night diner in complete silence.  She and Mark, as well as her brother Luke, had been coming here for years.  The three of them spent hours in this very booth when they first started Dawson’s Clothing.  She sketched design after design while Luke and Mark poured over the business plan, adjusting and tweaking the budget.

She took a deep breath as Mark stared solemnly at her.  It helped that he brought her here.  It was familiar and welcoming and, away from the club, she could almost believe that he was the same sweet and gentle Mark she had always known. 

Is he, though?  He put a collar around your neck, he called you his little slave and he fucked you so hard that you screamed when you orgasmed.  You never scream, Amy.

She shuddered all over at the memory of Mark’s hard cock fucking her into the best orgasm of her life and he gave her a look of concern.  “Are you okay, Amy?”

She couldn’t stop the small bitter laugh from spilling out of her mouth.  “Am I okay?  Am I okay?  Well, let’s see – for the last two nights I’ve been fucking my brother’s best friend and had no goddamn idea.”

He winced but she continued before he could speak.  “You can imagine how fucking weird that is, right?  I mean, I don’t even know who you are.”

“You do,” he said.  “I’m still the same guy.  I’m still Mark.”

“No,” she said, “you aren’t.  The Mark I know is sweet and gentle and easy going.  The Mark I know wouldn’t chain me to a bed, put a collar around my neck and make me call him “Sir”.  He most certainly wouldn’t be moonlighting at a goddamn BDSM club as a – a Dom!”

Her voice was rising.  She made herself take a deep breath as the waitress returned with their coffees.  She stared at the steam rising from the dark liquid as Mark cleared his throat.  “I can explain, Amy.”

“Then start explaining.”

“I co-own Secrets with a woman named Selene.”

“Mistress Selene?”  She said.

“Yes.  We bought the club two years ago when the previous owner decided to sell.”

“How did you even find out about the place?”  She asked.

“I’d been going there for years.”

“Because you’re a Dom.”

He hesitated before nodding.

“I don’t believe it,” she said.  “I’m more of a control freak than you are, Mark.  You – you don’t care if you’re in control or….”

Her face flushed.  Jesus, she sounded like an idiot.  The things Mark had said and done to her over the past two nights was more than enough proof that he did indeed crave control.

“I like control in the bedroom,” Mark said.  “Always have and always will.  Being a dominant is as much a part of me, as being a designer is a part of you.”

“Does Luke know?”  She asked.  “Does he know you own a BDSM club?  Does he know you like to tie up women and – and hurt them?”

He flinched again, and shame crept in at the look of hurt on his face.  She muttered a curse and said, “I’m sorry.  I know that isn’t true.  I shouldn’t have said that, and I didn’t mean it.  I’m just – Jesus, Mark, I don’t know what to say or think right now.”

“I know it’s a lot to take in.  To answer your question – no, Luke doesn’t know about any of this.”

“Why not?”  She was surprised by his admission.  He and her brother were as thick as thieves and she hadn’t thought there were any secrets between them.

“Because he’s disgusted by it,” he said before running his hands restlessly through his hair. 

“How do you know that?”

“It doesn’t matter,” he said.  “I was also worried that he would let it slip to you or your parents.”

“I wouldn’t have thought differently of you.”

“You already do.”

Now it was her turn to wince.  She wanted to argue but she couldn’t.  She had already proven to him that she did.

“Mark, I – I was just surprised, that’s all.”

“I know.”  Hurt still lingered on his face.

“How often are you at the club?”

“Every Friday and Saturday night.  Sometimes during the week nights if Selene can’t be there.  Selene is in charge of the day-to-day running of the Club and I do a lot of the admin and accounting work.”

“Daisy said that my – my Master hadn’t played with a sub in months,” she said.  “Is that true?”

He nodded.

“Why?”

“I needed a break.  Can I ask you a question?” 

“Yes.”

“How did you find out about Secrets?”

“My friend Valerie goes there,” she said.  “One night I drank too much wine and told her some stuff that made her think I should go with her.”

“What did you tell her?”  He said.

She hesitated, and he said, “Tell me.”

A little shiver went down her back.  His voice had deepened and there was a note of command to it that made her want to obey him.  God, how could she not have seen this side of him before?  Was she that stupid?

“Tell me, Amy.”

“I told her about Tom,” she said.

A look of distaste crossed his face.  “Didn’t you break up with him?”

“He broke up with me,” she said.  “I – I asked him to try some, uh, new stuff in the bedroom and he wasn’t receptive to it.”

“You wanted him to dominate you.”

“Well, not exactly.  I mean, I asked him to do what you did to me.  To blindfold me, restrain me and pretend he was a stranger while we had sex.”

She didn’t want to say anything else.  She was oddly ashamed to tell Mark what Tom had said to her.

“What did he say?”  Mark said.

“Does it matter?”  She replied.  “He didn’t want to do it and broke up with me, end of story.”

“No, it isn’t,” Mark said.  “You know you can’t lie to me so tell me the truth.”

She stared at the marks on her arms.  She would have bruises from Mark’s grip she thought idly.  The idea that she would be marked by him sent an unexpected wave of pleasure through her belly.

“Amy,” Mark’s voice held a warning note and for one crazy minute she thought he was going to go all Dom on her right there in the diner.

Would that be so bad?  You like it when he’s dominant.

Refusing to look at him, she said, “Tom told me that I was sick.  He said he couldn’t be with a girl who had – had rape fantasies.  So, he dumped me.”

Mark cursed.  She kept her gaze on the coffee cup in front of her.  She jumped when Mark took her hand but didn’t resist when he linked her fingers with his.

“Amy, look at me.”

She lifted her gaze and stared at him. 

“You’re not sick and what you were asking him for is not a rape fantasy.  Do you understand that?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Do you?”

“Yes.”

“Good.  Having sex with a stranger is a common fantasy for women.”

“So I’ve heard,” she said.

“I’m sorry that stupid asshole broke up with you over it.”

“It was for the best anyway,” she said.

“What do you mean?”

She hesitated and then decided to forge ahead.  In for a penny, in for a pound, right?  “The reason I wanted to be blindfolded and make Tom pretend to be a stranger was because I wanted to pretend he was someone else.  It was much easier to do that if I couldn’t see him and he didn’t say anything to me.”

Mark didn’t reply, and she gave him a searching look.  “You know who I wanted him to be, don’t you?”

“Yes,” he said.

He didn’t say anything else and she sighed.  “That’s all you’re going to say?”

“Amy, I - ”

“Why was it you in the room with me?  Valerie booked my private session.  Were you just randomly chosen?”

He shook his head.  “No.  You were supposed to be with a Dom named Brandon.  I was in the control room and saw you in the Blue Room.  I took Brandon’s place.”

“Why?”  She asked.

“Because,” he hesitated, “Brandon wasn’t the right Dom for you.”

“Why not?”

“He just wasn’t.”

“But why wasn’t he?”  She persisted.

He scowled at her.  “Just trust me on this.”

She shook her head.  “No.  I want to know why you took his place.  Why you asked me to play with you again tonight.  I deserve to know.”

“Because I couldn’t sit there and watch another man touch you, all right?”  Mark said in a low and furious voice.  “I couldn’t sit in that fucking control room and watch another man undress you, touch you and make you come.  Not when I’ve spent the last ten fucking years wondering what you looked like naked, what you tasted like and how you would sound when you were coming all over my cock.”

Another pulse of desire went through her.  This one was so strong it made her breathless.  She squeezed his hand before smiling at him.  Mark wanted her just as much as she wanted him.

Duh, obviously.

She ignored her inner voice.  “So, what do we do now?”

“What do you mean?”  He asked cautiously.

“Well, obviously we both want the same thing from each other.  Do we tell Luke and my parents right away or do we try dating for a few months before we say anything?”

He pulled his hand away from hers with a sharp tug.  “Amy, what happened between us is done.  We can’t do this again.”

“What?  Why not?”  She asked.

“You’re Luke’s little sister.”

“What does that have to do with anything?”

“We can’t date.  What do you think Luke will say when he finds out that I had sex with you?”

“It’s none of his business who I sleep with,” she said.

“Ames, we can’t,” he said softly.  “I – I enjoyed what happened between us, really I did, but it can’t go any further.”

“Are you serious?”  She said.

“Yes.  Look, I know we’ve been, uh, attracted to each other for a long time but if you hadn’t come into the club I would never have…”

She glared at him.  “You would never have had sex with me.”

“No,” he said.  “I wouldn’t have.”

“But you want me, and I want you.”

“Yes, and we got to find out what it would be like between us.  That has to be enough, Amy.”

“Well it fucking isn’t,” she retorted.

“I’m sorry,” he said.  “But Luke and your parents are important to me.  I don’t want to lose them, okay?  You can try and deny it all you want but you know that if Luke found out we were sleeping together, he would fucking lose it.  You’re his baby sister and he’s stupidly protective of you.”

“He’s my brother and your best friend but that doesn’t give him the right to tell us how to live our lives,” she said.  “Besides, you don’t know he won’t be okay with it.”

He laughed bitterly.  “Are you kidding me?  Don’t you remember that day in your bedroom when he saw you sitting on my lap?  He lost his shit, Amy, and all I was doing was comforting you.”

“That was ten years ago.  We’re adults and I’m more than capable of taking care of myself.  I don’t need Luke to protect me,” Amy said.

“He won’t ever believe that.  If I date you, things won’t be the same with Luke and me.  He’s been my best friend for over twenty years.  My parents are dead, and my brother is an addict who only calls me when he needs money for drugs.  You and Luke and your parents are all I have.  If we start dating and it doesn’t work out, it won’t just be you that I lose.  I’ll lose Luke and your parents as well.  I can’t lose them just because we happen to be compatible in bed.”

“Compatible in bed?  Is that all this was to you?”

He cleared his throat.  “We had two play sessions, Amy.  You wanted to be dominated and I gave you that.  It’s part of my job at the club.”

“You asshole,” she said.  She blinked rapidly to hold back the hot tears.  She wouldn’t cry in front of Mark.  She wouldn’t let him see how badly he had hurt her.  Not when he considered her to be nothing more than a goddamn work assignment.

She stood up and yanked on her jacket.  “Take me back to the club.”

“You’re not walking the floor,” he said as he tossed some bills on the table before shrugging into his own jacket.

“Your job is done, Mark.  You don’t get to tell me what to do anymore,” she said.

“I know you’re angry and upset with me but you’re not going downstairs,” he said.  “I will carry you out kicking and screaming if I have to.”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” she snapped.  “I don’t want to go back to your stupid dungeon fucking playground anyway.  But my goddamn stuff is still in my room and it’s not like I’m going to just leave it there.  Take me back so I can get my stuff and leave.  I don’t ever want to see or think about your fucking club again.”

She turned and marched toward the door of the diner.  Her face was hot, and her stomach was rolling with nausea.  She swallowed down the bile that was rising in her throat.  Why she ever thought she was in love with Mark Stanford, she’d never know.  She hated him, and he could burn in hell for all she cared.