Opening her eyes, Ellie looked surprised as he helped her sit up, holding her corset in his hand.
“What about you?” she asked, looking a little dazed. “What about sex?”
“My decision as the Dom, remember? I’d like to do another scene with you though.Next week, same time?” he responded as she slid to a standing position. He pulled the corset around her. With the loose laces, the front clasps easily slid into the place.
She stayed silent as he turned her away from him so he could tighten the laces just enough for the corset to stay in place, although not nearly as tight as they’d been when she’d arrived at the club. When she faced him again, her expression was wary but thoughtful.
“Okay,” she said quietly.
Triumph surged through him, far more satisfying than a mere orgasm would have been.
“Good girl,” he said, cuddling her under his arm. “Now let’s go to the aftercare couch.”
“I don’t need aftercare,” she said. It sounded like an automatic response, and Michael was fairly sure that it was.
“But I need to give it, and I’d appreciate it if you let me,” he said evenly as they exited the room. He gave a nod to one of the subbies on duty, hanging on the side of the Dungeon, letting him know the room was ready to be cleaned. As he’d suspected, Ellie’s need to please him in some way after the scene meant she allowed him to lead her to the aftercare corner, wrap her in a blanket, and snuggle her on the couch.
It caused a few stares since Ellie only ever accepted aftercare from Andrew or Jared… but she snuggled right into him and allowed him to hold her on his lap, her head resting on his shoulder. Most people wouldn’t call it a ‘happy ending,’ but for Michael, it was exactly the ending he’d been aiming for.
No matter how much his cock ached.
Chapter 4
After walking Ellie out to her car, Michael wasn’t really into hanging out around the club and dealing with the inevitable gossip, so he went home too. His apartment seemed emptier than ever, although the solitude was usually a relief. The sparsely furnished one bedroom was basically just a place for him to hang his hat; he hadn’t really done anything to make it into a home yet.
He’d gotten too used to being on the move, needing the ability to pack up and go easily; settling in one place had felt foreign. Even though he wanted to make it look more like a home, whenever he went into a store with decorations and knick knacks, he had trouble convincing himself to buy anything. His brain kept asking what he would do with it if he got into a show and went on tour again. It didn’t matter that he didn’t plan to go on tour again, it was still the mindset he was most comfortable with.
Now, he looked around and wondered what Ellie would think if he ever managed to convince her to come to his place.
Just thinking about her possible reaction reminded him of how gorgeous she’d been tonight… how surprisingly sassy and fun before submitting beautifully. His cock, which had never fully gone down, rose up again as he ran his tongue around the back of his teeth, the taste of her still lingering. With a groan, he headed for the shower.
Not a cold one either.
With the hot water pounding down on his back, conditioner coating his hand, he closed his eyes, fisting his hand around his dick as he started to pump, his mind already reaching for the memory of Ellie’s voice as she whimpered and moaned… the tiny noises she made in the back of her throat when the leather tip of the crop had landed on her breasts, inflicting little sparks of pain, but not the welts the full length of it had created.
Her creamy skin had marked up beautifully - the two large prints he’d left on her ass, the welts and peppering of small marks on her breasts, even her pussy lips had plumped and pinked under the small whip. Tomorrow, she’d feel his marks and remember every time she touched her breasts, every time her clothing moved over her skin… the two long welts would last till then and the abrasion from the burlap would make her more sensitive. She’d think about him every time she sat down, feeling the two spots where he’d focused her spanking.
And she’d agreed to scene with him again.
His balls tightened as he started thinking about all the perverse, sadistic things he could do to her.
Clamps and weights on those sensitive nipples. She’d make those little moaning noises in the back of her throat every time the weights swung, and he’d make sure they swung a lot.
Clamps on her pink labia. Maybe he’d connect them to the ones on her nipples, forcing her to hold a position or pull on the clamps… clover clamps, which would tighten with each tug.
Turn her ass pink with his hand and then setting lines across her blushing cheeks with a cane.
Flogging her from head to toe until she was begging to cum.
And once she was reduced to a mass of sensation, a seething mix of passion, pleasure, and agony, he’d sink his cock into her and finally sate the need which had been building since she’d come back into his life. He squeezed his cock, gasping as his orgasm hit him hard and fast, Ellie’s face standing out in his mind, her cries filling his ears.
“Fuck…” he muttered, leaning his shoulder against the tile of the shower wall. It felt cool against his skin as he straightened his knees, his cock throbbing and slowly softening in his hand.
It wasn’t the first time he’d jerked off while thinking about Ellie - and it probably wouldn’t be the last - but it was definitely one of the more potent. Sharing her scene with Andrew, when she had been blindfolded and hadn’t actually been submitting to him, hadn’t been nearly as emotionally satisfying, and, while it had fueled his fantasies, hadn’t had quite the same impact.
Waiting for next Saturday was going to be an exercise in patience.
Well, at least he’d have the planning of the new club to keep him occupied. There was a lot to do; sign contracts with Patrick, search for a space, start looking for employees, and he should probably put in his two weeks to his current job.
