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“No, Angel. No dying. We are keeping the fire stoked. We want a constant simmer.” He had to admit he rather enjoyed seeing her hot and needy. A very primitive part of him was breaking free from the political correctness bounds he’d lived by for so long. “You come when I allow you to, Laura. You’re going to sit next to me at dinner and know you belong to me. That pussy is mine.” He fondled her breasts, pinching her nipples into tighter peaks. “These belong to me too. They crave my touch.”

  “It’s true.” She sounded petulant, like she wasn’t happy her body responded to him. “All you have to do is look at my breasts and they get hard and achy.”

  Nick raised his eyebrow in rebuke. “Whose breasts?”

  Laura’s innocent confusion eased some of the tension in his belly from their earlier fight. He knew she understood what he expected when her gaze drifted to the floor. “Your breasts, Sir.”

  “Yes, they’re mine.” He pinched them harder, making his point. “I’m so pleased they like it rough.”

  A pretty pink blush colored her face. “They have come alive this weekend.” She arched her back, pushing them farther into his palms. “Nick, I can’t go to dinner like this. I need some relief here, please.”

  Nick stilled his hands. “Who is in charge, Angel?” He reached into his gym bag and pulled out a short-handled crop. He gave her breast a satisfying smack.

  Her eyes opened wide seeing the crop in his hand. “Sounds worse than it feels, huh?”

  “It sounded horrible, but it just tingles.” Her smile was breathtaking.

  “If you Top from the bottom again, I won’t be so nice. That was an attention getter. While I love your ideas and your smart mouth, you need a firm hand to rein you in and keep you focused. Now is not the time for you to have a quick and easy orgasm. We will build your arousal and train your body to accept pleasure on a deeper level. Think about your releases this weekend—weren’t they worth the wait?”

  Her head fell back onto the pillow in surrender. “If I admit you’re right I’ll be going through dinner in a highly aroused state and staying that way for hours. That’s torturous!”

  “Sweetheart, whether you admit it or not, you’ll be wearing the clamp throughout dinner. Now, were your orgasms worth the wait?”

  When she didn’t respond immediately, he took turns peaking her nipples and smacking her breasts with the crop. He wanted her to share her thoughts, not think about her response. Over time, he would train her to open up to him both physically and mentally. Her mouth was open. Moans of pleasure sang right to his heart then spread to his groin, threatening to unman him. “When your Master asks you a question, you answer immediately. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Sir. Yes, they were worth it.”

  “Good girl.” He threw the crop back into his gym bag so he could take her in his arms and lift her off the bed. Once she was on the floor, she took a few steps.

  “Like that, don’t you, Laura?” He’d been watching her closely. She wore a sexy, secret smile on her face. He was supposed to be keeping her on edge, showing her who was in charge and here he was sporting an embarrassingly large hard-on.

  “The pearls swing. Oh, Nick. That feels crazy.”

  “I want you to address me as Sir or Master when we’re playing. It’s considered a matter of respect and will help you stay in a submissive mindset. If we’re in public we’ll relax that rule.”

  Laura seemed to give his new demand a moment’s consideration. “Yes, I can see how keeping the roles clearly defined would be helpful.”

  “Tonight in particular, but whenever we play, it’s important to stay in constant communication with me. I need to know what you’re feeling. If you start getting sore, or think you’re going to come, I expect you to tell me.” Nick knew her attention was on the sensations each swing of her hips caused her clitoris, but she nodded in understanding.

  Tipping her chin upward so he could look her in the eye and know she was listening he made it clear, “You will be severely punished if you come. Do you understand?”

  Her eyes glazed over before she answered demurely. “Yes, Sir.”

  * * * *

  André had beaten them to the restaurant. As they walked to the table, she caught herself rocking her hips so she could feel the pendulum effect. Each time the balls swung to the limit of their movement they gave the clamp a tug. It felt decadent. Going to dinner panty-less was another new experience for her. It felt naughty. Like everyone in the restaurant knew and was watching her.

  Once they were seated, she noticed he’d ordered one of Nick’s favorite wines. Coincidence or did they meet often? She remembered the tone Nick had used on the phone with him. It had surprised her. She’d expected his professional, detached demeanor. Instead he’d spoke to André like he was a true friend. What the hell was that all about?

  “Laura, I’m so sorry about this afternoon. Nick tells me you were cleaning his clock.” André was an interesting man. He was about their age, carried himself well and he looked her in the eyes. That earned him points. Then again, considering his occupation, he probably looked at enough boobs that he didn’t feel the need to ogle just for ogling’s sake.

  She took Nick’s hand under the table. “He was exaggerating, it was a very close game. Better we quit when we did, than battle it out for the rest of the course.” She looked into Nick’s eyes and saw genuine happiness. It warmed her like nothing else could.

  After the waiter had taken their orders, they discussed sports. André was a huge baseball fan. While they discussed stats and possible World Series contenders, Nick brushed his knuckles over the clamp sending tingles dancing along her pussy. She had to work hard to keep her breathing normal. Her breasts were tight and pushing against the cups of her bra. It was a good thing she didn’t have a strong opinion about baseball, as she was losing track of the conversation.

  Once the food was served, Nick needed his hand, granting her a brief reprieve. Thank goodness Nick was right-handed or she never would have been able to eat.

  “The reason I’ve been pestering you, Nick, is we’re doing a new membership push and we have a special event planned for Mardi Gras. I need you to look over the events and see if we need anything special added to the standard waiver.”

  “You’re going to open it to the public? All the sites or just the one here?” Nick was all business now.

  “All of them. Hiring Monica was a great move. Thanks for steering me toward her. She’s transformed our Internet presence. Social media has made DiscipliNation practically a household name. Between the blogs, ‘how to’ videos and the usual search engines, our hits have increased exponentially. I want to pull all the individual interest groups together on Mardi Gras. Our community is too divided. The ‘my kink is great, but yours is weird’ mentality isn’t helping anyone. A lot of the clubs are offering separate days for each subgroup to keep the bickering at bay. I disagree with that practice. Exclusion only perpetuates the narrow thinking. On the other hand, I want my ass covered legally in case my theory blows up in my face. That’s where you come in.”

  Both men laughed. Nick was comfortable with André. He had hundreds of associates, but not many close friends. Obviously, André was one of the small number of people Nick held dear. How had she missed that? And what had cemented that friendship?

  “Sorry, I’ve been up to my ass in work the last few weeks. I’ll look over the documents you sent me and send you any changes we need to make Tuesday or Wednesday of next week.”

  Laura knew now Nick hadn’t been working on business, he’d been busy reading the BDSM cache he’d found on her tablet and planning this weekend for them. Secretly she was pleased she came before his work. “What sort of events do you have planned, André?” Laura asked.

  From what Laura could tell, André was truly committed to his beliefs. He seemed to have more on his mind than making a quick buck, but he was pretty business savvy too. She could see why Nick liked him. “I want the evening to center on education. I ran across a saying a whil
e back that’s been tumbling around in this empty head of mine ever since. ‘When was the last time you did something for the first time?’ I love it. It sparks so many different connections in my brain.”

  “I like that one too.” She looked at her husband. Sitting at dinner with a clamp on her clitoris would certainly qualify. Sharing a secret smile, they both started laughing.

  “Obviously, you two know what I’m talking about. Constantly learning and exploring keeps life fun. You two have been married for a long while yet you look at each other like you’re newlyweds. Clearly, you’ve found something that works. I’m selfish and I wish it was club life because I think you’d be great mentors, but I know Nick doesn’t want to hear my sales pitch again.” He raised his hand. “And I respect that.” Still he mumbled, “But you would and you know it.”

  Nick raised his eyebrow and gave André a stern look, then shook his head. Laura laughed at the two men. They must have butted heads over this more than once. “Nick is honoring my wishes to keep that side of our lives private.”

  “I have the same desire, Laura. Don’t let André’s wheedling bother you. For someone who preaches acceptance, he can be a bit closed-minded.”

  André tipped his head back and laughed. Yes, Laura could see why Nick liked him. He seemed like a good guy.

  “To answer your question, Laura, we are setting up multiple exhibition rooms where we will rotate presentations. We have some big names coming in to give demonstrations. You might enjoy the ‘learning the ropes’ session, Nick. We have everything from beginning to advanced technique classes.”

  “I’m comfortable with rope, André.” Laura knew that tone. In Nick’s mind the subject was closed.

  “We’re having a whipping practice contest. I know you don’t want to miss that.” André’s amusement was evident. Nick started laughing. Obviously, there was a story Laura had not been privy too.

  “I was a little…competitive, when it came to the practice stand.”

  Nick looked sheepish. This was an expression she rarely saw. She couldn’t help smiling.

  “A little?” André nearly choked on his wine. “Shit, man, you humbled Ted. I swear he spent the next month living and breathing the four-footer until he matched your score.”

  Her husband won a whipping contest? What the fuck? She promised herself she wouldn’t ask any questions that would embarrass Nick, but she didn’t like where this conversation was headed.

  Laura pictured him whipping some twenty-something twig of a girl with perky boobs. Her heart stuttered at the idea of him sharing something like that with another woman. Why was she jealous? She didn’t want to be whipped. Did she? Maybe. Maybe not. One thing was for sure, she didn’t want him whipping anyone else.

  “The practice stand is shaped like a torso and there are rows after rows of stations. The level of expertise the person practicing has decides what the stations are filled with. We were using raw eggs. You got points for jiggling them, but points were deducted if they came off the stations or cracked. While many subs need a stronger delivery, this teaches the Dom to control both the location and the strength of each blow.”

  Laura nodded like she understood. All she could focus on was the fact that he hadn’t practiced with a woman. She smiled up at him like a lovestruck teenager and frankly didn’t care.

  “And your husband dominated.” All three of them laughed at his choice of words.

  She nodded again. “I can believe that.”

  Nick took her hand to his lips and kissed her in the center of her palm. God she loved him. They had to make this work. She’d never wanted anything as much as she wanted this.

  “We have a strong sub group. It has a mix of men and women submissives that meet and plot against”—he smiled—“sorry, they prefer the word discuss their Doms and how to best meet their needs. Which is code for how to make their Doms crazy. I know my life gets turned topsy-turvy after every meeting. So, I’ve instituted a Doms’ retreat where we share techniques we’ve found particularly useful. We also have a session for switches and for multiple partner groups. Some of the locations have requested a Domme session be added to the agenda.”

  “It sounds like you have something for everyone.” Laura’s head was spinning. She had no idea what she’d expected, but this wasn’t it. Maybe her brain was having trouble keeping up because her clit was throbbing and needed immediate attention.

  “How are you going to monitor the privacy rooms when you have tourists roaming the club?” Nick had drifted into work mode. She knew he was thinking in terms of liability issues, but he was already acquainted with what the club offered. This wasn’t all new to him.

  “They’ll be locked and off limits for the evening. The members have been made aware. Since it isn’t a normal play night, it shouldn’t cause a problem. We’re planning a masked ball to round off the evening. We’re encouraging costumes or fetwear, but not requiring it. Monica is pushing the masks in hopes it will bring in people who are curious, but embarrassed. Once they see what we have to offer, they can overcome their fears and embrace the lifestyle.”

  “Which increases participation and membership in the clubs, and sales for your toy division. Very savvy.”

  “Absolutely! I like her, Nick, you are one lucky son of a bitch.” He turned to Laura. “If you ever get tired of running a trillion dollar corporation, you have a standing offer at DiscipliNation”

  “Back off, André. She’s isn’t in the market for a job, a Dom or anything else you may be implying.”

  Laura turned to look at Nick. His serious tone shocked her. He didn’t have a jealous bone in his body. Did he?

  “Just keeping you on your toes, Branson. A woman likes to know she has options.” Laura was a pretty good judge of people. André wasn’t interested in her in the least. He was just having fun pushing Nick’s buttons.

  She took Nick’s hand and put it back in her lap to remind him just how committed she was to him. “Now, André, Nick knows he owns me lock, stock and barrel.”

  André shook his head in disgust. “Damn, Nick, I need you at our Dom retreats. Why are you such a stubborn asshole?”

  Laura caught Nick flipping André the bird. “I don’t need to rub elbows with Fritch or Ambrose to get my kink on. We’ve had this discussion. It’s old news.”

  “All right, all right. You win again, as usual.” André grabbed the check. “Laura, it has been a pleasure dining with you. I hope we can do it again soon.”

  “It was nice speaking with you, André. Good luck with your event. I’m sure it will be a success.”

  As soon as she stood up and the pearls swung forward she giggled. After meeting with André she felt so much better. If Nick had behaved inappropriately at the club, he wouldn’t have been comfortable bantering back and forth with André. She also understood a little better why he didn’t want to take her to the club. Fritch and Ambrose were on the board of her corporation. It would be extremely awkward to see or be seen by those two.

  Once in the car, she opened the conversation. “I didn’t realize you were real friends with André.” She hoped he’d fill in some of the blanks.

  “He’s a good guy. He works his ass off to promote the lifestyle and safety within the community.” He nodded as if coming to a conclusion. “I like him.”

  “You obviously like him, Nick. You were more comfortable around him than you are your own brother.”

  “My brother is a pretentious asshole. André and I are kindred spirits.” He laughed. “And his subs run him around the block much like you do me.”

  “Subs? Plural?” she asked, a little surprised.

  “Crazy bastard has three full-time subs. I don’t understand it, but I don’t have to.” Nick met her gaze. “No, Laura.” He answered her unasked question. “I have no desire for a third party. You are all I want”—he chuckled—“or can handle!”

  Was he reading her mind now? God help her, she chuckled to herself. “I’m glad. I wouldn’t put up with that crap. I don
’t share.”

  “Really? I never would have guessed!” The sarcasm dripped from each word until they were both laughing.

  “Can we get back to the room quickly, Sir?”

  His eyes darkened and his breath hitched when she used a soft, demure tone. “Are you tired, Angel?”

  He was teasing her, the bastard. “No, I’m not tired. I have a certain”—she searched for the right word—“need. I’ve been very patient, I think.”

  “Yes, Angel, you have.”

  He pulled into a parking space and turned to face her. “What should we do about this need of yours?”

  “I’d like you to relieve it, Sir,” she said pointedly.

  “With pleasure. There are many ways to ease your ache. Which one would you prefer?” He seemed to like watching her squirm.

  “You started this with your mouth. Maybe you should conclude it the same way.” Two can play at this game.

  “I think that can be arranged, Angel.” Like the gentleman he was, he got out, walked around and helped her up. She had to be careful how she moved along the seat so she didn’t get pinched by the clamp. It felt odd to accept help. Such a small thing really, but it seemed to please him, so why had she forced her independence for so long?

  “So how badly do you want to come, Angel?” Nick’s soothing voice focused her wandering thoughts.

  Her stomach clenched. He obviously had something in mind. “Very badly, Sir.”

  “I will give you a choice. We can take a stroll through the pool area, then take the steps up to our room or we can cut through the lobby and take the elevator.” His smirk told her there was a catch.

  “If I choose the most expedient route, what will it cost me, Sir?”

  “We will use the next larger plug in your ass to heighten your need and further your training.”

  Oh fuck. If she tried to climb three flights of stairs, she might not make it to the room. Every step she took had those balls sliding and vibrating her clit into a fireball. “Through the lobby, Sir.”

  He smiled broadly. “As you wish, my Angel.”

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