Hannah and I talked through breakfast and for the remainder of the day. I told her as much as I could about my work with the FBI without actually mentioning which agency I contracted for.

Even with all the talking, I still felt like I didn’t know much about her. Of course, that was likely because the majority of the conversation was spent with her asking me questions about the trafficking and the girls.

I didn’t like to speak about myself too much, but I really needed to get her to trust me and if talking about myself accomplished that, then it was all worth it.

Of course, there was still another side of me that she didn’t know a thing about. A side that I’d kept in the very back of my thoughts for years. A side of me that I almost allowed to destroy me.

That night, when I was sleeping, that side of me came back to visit me in my dreams. The dream was so vivid and seemed so real, it almost felt like I was living it all over again.

There’s a BDSM club that I hadn’t been to for quite some time. I used to frequent the club, but the fun had grown stale because it was filled with the same people every weekend.

Hoping that things have changed since the owner had been getting the word out about the club, I decide to stop in and see what the Saturday crowd looked like.

I’m not in the club more than five minutes when I look up and spot her looking at me from across the room. She’s beautiful with long, dark hair and striking blue eyes. It’s obvious she’s interested in the lifestyle, but not at all experienced, so she definitely seems a little out of place when compared to the other patrons.

Not wanting to seem eager, I order a drink from the bar and speak with a couple that I frequently see at the club. Once I feel like she’s waited long enough, I make my way over to her.

“Hello, I don’t believe I’ve seen you in here before,” I say, extending my hand to her.

“No, it’s my first time. I just kind of want to see what this place is all about,” she replies, reaching out and shaking my hand. “My name’s Nikki.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Nikki. I’m Reed.”

“Hi Reed, it’s nice to meet you too. Are you a dom?”

“I’m a dom, I’m a sadist. I’m a lot of things. Are you looking for a dom or do you have one already?”

“Well, I don’t have one, but I’m not really sure if I’m looking for one either. I’ve always been intrigued by this lifestyle and since I’ve always been a bit of a pain slut, I thought it wouldn’t hurt to check this place out and maybe experiment a little.”

“Would you like to experiment with me?”

“Maybe. Can we talk for a bit first?”

“Of course, there’s no rush at all. I just know when I see something I want and I’m definitely looking at something I want right now.”

She blushes and we make small talk for close to an hour. Not only is she beautiful, but she’s extremely intelligent, which is a huge turn on for me. She’s an attorney who is breaking off from the firm she works with to start her own. She’s ambitious and sexy as hell. I take a liking to her quickly.

“So, I wanted to talk to you to make sure you weren’t some skeezeball and I’m impressed. Is your offer for experimentation still good?”

“Absolutely. Let’s go over some ground rules and I’ll take it from there. First off, any hard limits?”

“Not really. Like I said, I’m a bit of a pain slut.”

“I like the sound of that. What about your safe word?”

“I don’t have one. This will literally be my first time doing anything like this.”

“If you’re going to be with me, you have to have a safe word because I can get pretty intense. How about we go with red light since that means stop?”

“That sounds good to me.”

“Follow me.”

I take one last swig of my beer and lead her across the public area and into the back of the club. She’s looking around as she hears the sounds of belts slapping across skin and combinations of pleasure and pain echoing off the walls behind the closed doors.

We get to the last door on the right and I lead her into the room.

“Take off your clothes and leave them in the corner,” I demand.

Without saying a word, she slips off her dress, exposing her perfectly round, perky breasts. She slides her panties off, allowing me to see her smooth, shaved pussy, which is already glistening with excitement.

“So, you want to experiment?” I ask. She replies with a nod of her head. “I’m going to throw you right into the fire. What you see in front of you is known as the St. Andrews Cross. Go ahead and step up to it now.”

I have her face the cross and use the attached restraints to secure her wrists and ankles before walking over to the punishment devices that are hanging on the wall.

Since she’s inexperienced, I decide to start with the flogger, rubbing it up and down her back and ass before pulling my wrist back and allowing it to slap against her skin. She lets out a small yelp as her skin begins to turn pink.

Now that she’s nice and warmed up, I put the flogger back and grab the cane. I start light to make sure she can take it before I really begin working her over with it. As I hit her harder, she seems to be enjoying it more and more, so I decide to let my sadistic side out to play.

Harder and harder, I swing the cane. Her skin is becoming covered with red and pink slashes. The welts are forming instantly and I can already picture how bruised she’s going to be by the time the night is over.

With each hit, her moaning gets louder and louder. I’ve been with pain sluts before, but never one like this. I can tell the pain was pleasurable for her and that she is getting close to the point of no return. I’m about to let that happen.

“All of your pleasure is to come from me,” I whisper into her ear. “Don’t you dare think about getting off until I’m inside of you.”

I grab a condom, unzip my pants, and pull my cock out.

“I want you to count down these last five strikes with me,” I demand as I unroll the condom over my cock.

She does as I saY, starting with five and counting backwards each time I bring the cane in contact with her skin, each whack harder than the last. After the final strike, I throw the cane down, grab her by her hips, and slam into her.

I fuck her hard and rough, her moans and screams sounding like music to my ears. Her pussy grips onto my dick as I move myself in and out of her.

“I want you to come for me. Come for me right now,” I growl into her ear, pushing her right over the edge.

Her entire body convulses as she orgasms for what seems like minutes. The feeling of her clamping down on me is more than I can take, causing me to unload as well. If I wasn’t wearing a condom, I was certain I’d be leaking out of her for weeks.

She orgasms so hard that she passes out, her body sagging into her bonds. If not for being cuffed to the cross, she would fall to the floor.

Now that I have given my sick, twisted, sadistic side a chance to come out and play, it’s time to bring out the nurturing side. I always provide plenty of aftercare to subs I play with, but I want to take extra good care of Nikki.

I grab a blanket, release her from her restraints, and carry her to a couch up against the wall. I lay her head in my lap and stroke her hair while she sleeps.

Several hours later, she’s still in my lap when she begins to wake up. At first, she seems alarmed, but quickly figures out where she is.

“Hi,” she says with a smile. “That was amazing.”

“Amazing isn’t the right word for it,” I reply, noticing that she is beaming. She is radiating beauty.

I offer her some water, which she graciously accepts before sitting up and moving in for a kiss.

I sat up in my bed, my body broken out in a cold sweat. It had been a long time since I’d dreamt about Nikki. I wiped my forehead before realizing that my cock was rock hard under the blankets.

Looking forward to seeing Hannah, I knew I couldn’t let her see me like that. I got in the shower and decided to take care of business first, alternating between thoughts of Hannah and Nikki.