“So how was your day?” she asked as he started to lead her towards the stairs.
They headed into the Dungeon while he gave her a quick synopsis of what he and Patrick had been working on for Marquis, including Luke’s surprising offer. He’d mentioned the man in passing before, but Ellie didn’t know much about him, so she was a little taken aback that Patrick and Michael were considering his offer. Actually, she was more surprised about Patrick than Michael since Patrick was an even bigger control freak than Michael; but when Michael mentioned how, with a third partner, they could do some of the things they’d had to scale back on, she got it. The two of them could have kind of expensive tastes, although with the vibe they were going for in Marquis, it made sense. Especially considering the membership prices.
“We’re still looking into him, and we’ll probably want a couple more meetings with him, but we’re seriously considering it,” Michael said. His eyes were alight in almost the same way they had been when she’d walked into the club - with happiness, excitement, and anticipation. Sitting down on the couch, he patted his lap for her to go over it.
“I hope it works out,” she said, bending over his lap.
She still felt strange about having totally normal conversations leading up to being plugged… but then, she’d never been regularly plugged before and any anal play had occurred during a scene (if at all). There was something a little jarring about having a normal conversation while indulging in kink.
“It will,” Michael said, with all the inborn confidence of a Dom. Ellie stifled a giggle, and then bit back a moan as Michael palmed her ass.
Her skin felt like it was tingling where he touched her as he squeezed her soft flesh. Like last Saturday, he took his time touching her as he pulled up her skirt. Unlike last Saturday, she’d hadn’t gotten off the day before. Or the day before that. Or the day before that and so on. So she was kind of a horny mess right now.
The corset felt tighter than ever as her breasts swelled, and she whimpered a little as his fingers brushed over her pussy lips… such a light touch it almost just felt like a puff of air. Her clit throbbed.
“Have you been a good girl this week, Ellie?” he asked. “Or did you have any orgasms?”
“I was good,” she said, wishing he would just hurry up and insert the plug. Being over his lap like this and knowing she wasn’t going to get a spanking, or anything else, until tomorrow night was sheer torture. And not the fun kind of torture which she actually liked.
SMACK! SMACK!
Two hard, swift blows to the backs of her thighs, and Ellie cried out as a deep shudder went through her body… the hot, sharp sting felt so good!
“Good girl,” Michael said, rubbing his hand briskly over the sensitive skin he’d just slapped. Ellie whimpered. If he just touched her clit, she was sure she could cum…
Instead, his hand moved away and a couple moments later she felt the cool, slick tip of the plug pressing against her rosebud. Apparently the two small spanks had been both her reward for being good, and also additional torture. Her pussy felt like it was pulsing as Michael pressed the plug slowly but firmly into her slightly protesting anus.
As usual, just the sensation of her tightest hole being spread made her feel even more submissive than usual. Michael made the process pleasurable and almost far too intimate. She whimpered as he twisted the plug back and forth as it sank in, stimulating the sensitive nerves in the area. Her inner muscles burned as her ring was forced to stretch ever wider, until the toy suddenly popped inside of her, making her gasp and quiver at the sensation of being filled.
“Good girl,” Michael said again, pumping the plug slightly; not enough to actually pull it out of her, but just enough to making her nerve-endings tingle pleasurably.
Then he released it, flipped her skirt back down, took her by the waist to help her stand, and stood up next to her. All the while, her pussy clenched, her leg muscles quivered, and she wanted nothing more than to fall back onto the couch with her legs spread and pull him down between her thighs.
Michael held out his hand. “Let’s go join our friends.”
She almost whimpered out loud. Looked at his hand. Looked over at the Dungeon. At all the men and women bound or holding themselves in place, gasping, whimpering,screaming, in pain and pleasure. Looked back at him. Saw the sadistic, almost cruel smile spread across his lips.
“Take my hand, Ellie.”
Sadistic asshole.
But she did as he said and took his hand.
******
Tormenting Ellie was also torturing himself,but Michael still enjoyed it.
He’d been thrilled she’d actually shown up tonight. Since he hadn’t had anything else to do, and he and Patrick were still thinking and talking over Luke’s offer, he’d wanted to come to the club. Both as distraction, and so he and Patrick could continue to share thoughts and ideas about Marquis.
When he and Ellie returned upstairs, Olivia had also joined the group, having finished sceningwith the sub she’d chosen for the night. Charlie was back in the Lounge area, chatting with some of the other subs. While he and Olivia occasionally played together, so far they’d shown no interest in doing anything butsceningwith each other. He was a bigger guy, fairly muscular, and preferredscening with male dominants, but sometimes scened with Olivia as well, although she wasn’tthe only Domme in the club Michael had ever seen him with.
Keeping hold of Ellie’s hand,Michael led her over to the table where everyone was talking. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see her shooting him little glances and biting her lip. She was highly aroused and not too happy about having to wait… and yet even more turned on because he was denying her the orgasm she so desperately wanted. Ah, the dichotomy of being a submissive masochist.
Tonight he didn’t give her a choice about sitting away from him. He kept his hold on her hand as he pulled up another bar stool with his free hand, placing it between the only open stool still at the table and Olivia’s seat. Ellie sat down without protest, gingerly sliding onto the stool so as not to jostle the plug too much. She gently tugged at his hand, as if testing to see whether or not he would let go.
He didn’t.
Olivia smiled at them, the happy, easy smile of a well-satisfied Domme. Her red hair was pulled back in a bun, but it was slightly tousled, and the laces on her leather bustier weren’t done up quite as tightly as they had been when Michael had seen her earlier in the evening.
