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Delray was positive he wouldn’t forget the safe word, but if he did, he was screwed.

  Upon viewing the backside of her while she bent over to retrieve something from her bag, he didn’t realize how anxious he really was.

  “What are you getting?” Delray asked.

  “Tsk tsk. No questions,” Jolene scolded, “Unless you want to stop already.”

  “Not yet,” he confirmed.

  To be honest, he was curious how it felt to let her take the reins.

  She slid a black suede blindfold over his eyes and fastened it behind his head.

  “I want you to let go and feel the sensation of every touch I give you,” Jolene demanded.

  “What will it do?” he asked.

  “You’ll feel free to explore and not have to worry about anyone demanding your time and attention. Let me do all the work for you,” she cooed.

  He had no idea what she was talking about but the blindfold was definitely discouraging. His safe word sat at the forefront of his tongue. Only a second to utter it and it would all be over, but did he really want to? He was intrigued. If he didn’t agree, then she’d take pleasure in someone willing to do her bidding.

  The blindfold stopped all sight, so he strained to hear any minuscule noise escaping from her. It heightened all sensations, not just hearing. He could smell her scent, vanilla mixed with blossom.

  Before he could make out anything else, a low whistle sounded before he felt the searing pain above his right nipple. He screeched but couldn’t get a word out. The scorching of his skin dulled before another set of licks graced his chest, alternating between the left and right side.

  He felt the tiny beads slapping at his skin rhythmically. He wasn’t sure what toy was beating his skin but could only assume it to be some sort of whip with many small ropes at the end.

  The feeling was beyond any pain he’s ever felt yet he secretly wanted her to continue. What did that make him? He needed off the cross now, but couldn’t get words to escape his lips.

  Sudden silence. Where was she?

  Just when he thought it was over, more hits landed upon his chest.

  “So beautiful,” she murmured.

  That one compliment was what made him suck it up. He felt the lashes as each one landed. His breath hitched upon impact. Although the pain seared him, his body defied him as he felt the longing. His shaft was hard as a rock, probably the hardest it had ever been.

  If his arms were free, he’d beat it to completion. One stroke and he’d nut all over himself. Fuck, he needed her warm body encased around his cock.

  Delray wondered how Jolene looked delivering blows to his body. He’d almost exploded in his jeans upon watching her with Trey. His cock twitched with yearning.

  Without warning, his dick spewed cum all over as the lash of the whip landed at the tip of his member.

  “Cherries!” Delray shouted.

  The shock of what happened caused his knees to buckle. He was thankful the straps detained him.

  “Are you okay?” Jolene questioned as she undid the blindfold.

  “Get me out of these straps,” Delray stuttered.

  He watched her move with lightning speed before grabbing his clothes and bolting out the door. He dressed the quickest he’d ever done while walking down the hall and up the stairs. Loud footsteps pounded behind him but he knew nothing could change his mind. He had to leave. If he glanced back, he would be lost.

  “Delray! Wait!” Jolene shouted.

  He ignored her as he left Serenity Cavern without a backward glance.

  He walked the short distance home as his body stung with the marks from Jolene’s whip. It was agonizing considering what he experienced back there.

  Who the fuck gets off from being lashed and why the hell did he enjoy it? He couldn’t understand what happened but knew it couldn’t occur again. As much as he couldn’t stand the thought of some other shit brick touching Jolene, he couldn’t lose control. Not for her or anyone else.

  He walked in shame as the cool night air wrapped around him. As much as he felt violated, he couldn’t stop the feeling of freedom with any worries in that one moment. The entire time he’d known Jolene, there wasn’t a hint of her background. Her domination scared the shit out of him, but his prying had gotten him in a bind.

  Upon reaching his home, he walked in the door and checked his missed calls.

  “Hey man. I saw you leaving the club in a rush. Hope everything’s okay. Let me know if you need anything,” Elijah stated.

  Shit. With all the confusion of what happened, he totally forgot to tell his friend he was leaving. He’d call Elijah tomorrow after getting to work. Talking to him wouldn’t be the best decision in the state of mind he was in.

  “I’m sorry. Please call me back,” Jolene’s soft voice warmed his skin.

  Fuck. That tiny reaction to her voice caused his brain to become alert. He refused to lose control. He had done what he must by satisfying his curiosity and her way of life wasn’t for him. Why couldn’t he get that through his head?

  His fingers itched to return her call but he fought against it. Instead, he walked the short distance to his bathroom to run water for a warm shower. His bones ached from the torture. He longed to run the warm liquid over his sensitive skin.

  As he removed his shirt, he stood in awe at the sight before him. An elaborate design decorated his chest. He had raised crimson slashes neatly placed above his nipples and across his abdomen. It took everything in his power to check the mark on his cock that sent him running home.

  There it was, a tiny cut on the head of his member. A remembrance of what transpired. His thoughts remained on Jolene. He couldn’t believe his mind lingered on her after what she did. He couldn’t deny that she had skill.

  Even after everything his body went through, it still craved her. His cock jutted out as thoughts of her crossed his mind. She was no good for him but you couldn’t tell his body that. Instead, he grasped his shaft with a tightened fist as he leaned over the tub. Hot water cascaded on his back.

  There wasn’t enough time to climb in, as he needed the release. He fisted his cock and maneuvered his palm up and down the shaft with precision as he moaned for the feel of Jolene. His thoughts were of the dominating woman who would forever haunt his dreams.

  “Ah, fuck yes,” he belted as he rammed his cock into his fist.

  No lotion as the roughness of his palm reminded him of the pain Jolene delivered. His cut on the head was in perfect view each time he stuck his cock between his thumb and fingers. He pounded with wild abandon as the water from the shower dripped from the tips of his hair.

  He let out a guttural sound, and his eyes closed tight as his cock pumped his seed down the drain of the tub.

  There would be no more Jolene but it wouldn’t stop Delray from taking pleasure in losing control just once. Bittersweet.

  For once Delray slept like a baby. No dreams or thoughts, pure peacefulness. It wasn’t normal for him. He’d had one of the laziest weekends since as far back as he could remember. Not once did he feel like the world’s problems were his burden. Delray felt free.

  Chapter 5

  “Holy fuck!” Jolene announced.

  She couldn’t believe what happened at Serenity Cavern. The vision of Delray spewing himself turned her on more than anything ever in her life. Each time she thought about that night, her hands would strum a needy melody on her clit while she yearned to feel what his beautiful cock would deliver. If only he wouldn’t have left in a dash.

  She witnessed it, the sheer terror of Delray losing himself to her. It scared him, and she couldn’t blame him for feeling that way. He stepped into her world and he wasn’t ready for the consequences. She watched in amazement as the impact of each lash of her whip stung his body and finally landed on his cock. His eyes widened with shock but she knew her skill caused just enough touch to erupt in orgasm without a vast amount of pain.

  She’s done it several times before and she knew the look on Delray’
s face, the look that screamed more. She was more than willing to abide but couldn’t seem to get in touch with him.

  Her entire weekend was spent at Serenity Cavern hoping he would return. He never showed. The sad thing was she understood his want but didn’t understand fully why he couldn’t just succumb to her wiles.

  She played with her regulars but it wasn’t the same. She wanted to witness the loss of control while pleasure took over. She couldn’t see that in the others. They were more than willing to do her bidding. During each scene, Delray would cross her mind and she’d visualize him in the same spot as her subs.

  She wanted to feel again and couldn’t seem to take pleasure in the others at the club.

  “Mistress?” her sub inaudibly questioned.

  “Yes, Neal?” Jolene inquired.

  “You’re staring into space. I was making sure you’re still present,” Neal stated.

  “Don’t worry. I’ll make you feel great and beg for more when we’re done,” Jolene promised.

  The last thing she needed was her subs noticing how distant she’d become. If only she could forget about Delray. He wasn’t built to last in her world.

  Neal was one of her favorites. Every time she ached to dominate someone, he was the person she picked. He had no hard limits, willing to please her at any known time. She wondered why but never questioned him. If wasn’t in her nature to ask.

  He had the perfect build, exquisitely muscled. He towered at six foot, over her medium height. His golden braided tresses always flowed past his hips. He knew how much she loved taking hold of his hair especially when she wanted his attention.

  It gave her power to know she could tame him because she knew if Neal ever thought to be a Dom, he would alarm others with his frame. She wouldn’t be the person to mess with him but she’d be more than willing to teach him. Thankfully for her, it wasn’t what he desired.

  Secretly she knew he craved more from her. There were small hints as to his infatuation every time they played. She had her fair share of flirting with him while he begged for more and she relinquished to his moans. As many times as she wanted to fuck Neal, she never did and always stayed on guard.

  Jolene didn’t know how to separate herself if she gave full reins to another person. It wasn’t her way.

  Jolting from her trance, she demanded he strip and lay on his bare back atop the surgical table. It was steel with stirrups on each side for his feet. She ached to give pain and knew it was exactly what he came for.

  Neal quickly did as she commanded but Jolene knew his excitement all too well as his cock sprang forward after he removed his jeans. The tip glistened but she wasn’t at all anxious to start. It was the only idea she had to remove Delray from her mind.

  She needed to put all she had into this session and that’s precisely what she aimed to accomplish.

  She crossed over and tightened two straps around his wrists before positioning his ankles in the stirrups and strapping them down. She made sure his hair lay gracefully at his side because she wanted the option to pull it if she needed.

  He lay on the table stark naked, with his feet in the air as she walked toward her precious bag of goodies. The same bag she brought every outing, which contained diverse toys. Never did she share the same toy with her subs. It got expensive but she was willing to overcome the one obstacle.

  She reached for the sheer black blindfold and another item she knew Neal loved, the leather cock and ball harness. It was black with studded metal points decorating each band.

  He gazed up and winked at Jolene before she secured the blindfold over his eyes then walked toward his stiff cock. She admired it while attaching all three straps onto one another. She tugged to make sure it fit snugged against his skin while his breath hitched with each movement. The view was striking as one strap met between his balls and the other two wrapped around his genitals.

  She caressed his long, abundant cock with added measure while it twitched in her palm, the feeling smooth against her fingers. The engorged head ached to be relieved and Jolene knew exactly how to accomplish it though she wanted begging first.

  She quickly grabbed the next toy while remembering not to forget lubricant, she positioned herself at the foot of the table. His legs bent at the knees while his feet were rested atop the stirrups. He was spread-eagled before her and the sight wetted her core. She loved viewing a man exposed before her.

  As she dabbed a hefty drop of lube on her fingertip before inserting it in his anus, he sighed. His want clearly visible as his erection seemed to stretch further the more she lost sight of her fingers.

  His opening wrapped tight around her fingers as she inserted another, coating it before replacing her fingers with a medium round prostate vibrator. It slid past his opening with ease before she grabbed ahold of the remote.

  She couldn’t wait to hear his plea for an orgasm.

  “Remember your word?” Jolene questioned before continuing.

  “Orange,” Neal stated.

  “Never forget,” she cautioned.

  It was but a game. Although she wasn’t intrigued, she cared for his well-being. Not once did she falter with their play but repeatedly thought of Delray. What was he doing? Why didn’t he come back? Deep down she knew, though. He showed strong signs of wanting her especially when he barked at Trey to leave.

  She used to enjoy her moments with Neal. Now she ached for the one man she couldn’t have. Struggling to put thoughts of Delray aside, she reached for the bullwhip. It was long, brown and measured six feet. The end of the whip was red and braided for that extra stinging sensation.

  She cracked hard on the whip without aiming for Neal but he tensed anyway. The sound echoed in the room before she flicked her wrist the second time. The red tip of the bullwhip tapped swiftly against Neal’s right nipple and he flinched but made no sound.

  That wasn’t good enough. She wanted him to beg for his release. She powered on the anal vibrator before dishing out more hits against his skin and knew he wouldn’t last long if she kept it on. Instead, she alternated the pulsing of the vibrator as the same rhythm to the blows of the whip, stopping every couple of minutes.

  She rode his body for a while before he finally gave up and begged for the orgasm.

  “Mistress. Please let me cum,” Neal pleaded.

  She regarded how purple and engorged his cock looked as fluids oozed from the slit. Normally, the sight would rock her world. She gloried in stopping her sub’s orgasms but she didn’t feel thrilled and refused to go any longer.

  If it were any other time, she’d take pleasure in releasing the strain from his cock. Instead, she turned the vibrator on high so it would massage his prostate while she branded his chest with red streaks. There was no safe word said. She knew his yearning and he knew what she was capable of.

  A few short minutes after realizing she was done with the scene and ready to move on, Neal’s cock blasted his seed all over his abdomen.

  “Thank you, Mistress. Thank you,” Neal muttered repeatedly.

  He clearly couldn’t tell how uninterested she was.

  “Would you like me to assist you?” he questioned.

  “No. That was good enough. Go and enjoy your night,” Jolene replied after she untied him from the table.

  She cleaned her toys and Neal dressed in awkward silence. Never before had she felt so impassive. Scenes like what she and Neal did were what she looked forward to especially after a long day at work. Now her life was uncertain.

  She felt arms wrap around her in a tight hug and stiffened. It was something that didn’t usually occur with the others but Neal always got his hugs before leaving. If she gave him the choice to snuggle with her afterwards, he’d take it in a flash.

  “Are you sure you’re fine?” Neal whispered against her ear.

  Nothing. No tingling or any ounce of excitement between them. The urge to push his towering body down and have her way with him was strong. She wanted nothing more than to prove that Delray didn’t ha
ve any type of hold on her and that’s precisely what she did.

  She spun around and voiced, “Kiss me.”

  Putting all her weight into maneuvering her body atop his, they crushed lips.

  Chapter 6

  Traffic was horrendous as Delray honked his horn at the terrible drivers along Canal Street. All he wanted was to get to his destination without worry and it was bad enough he didn’t have his morning coffee. He had a meeting to attend with Sally and Pierre Robichaux.

  Their family owned a large venue on the corner of Bienville and Bourbon St and needed trivial repairs to the building before their annual Mardi Gras bash. He was more than willing to help since they let him promote his business at their gala.

  Besides, he couldn’t wait for the parades especially since his costume received the final touches and was ready to be picked up. A night as a Spartan was sure to get him laid. He could forget all about Jolene for once. Though his body refused to listen yet again.

  Just a sliver of Jolene entering his mind caused his cock to lengthen. He wanted to beat at it every chance he had. He definitely had it bad.

  “I’m sorry I’m late. The traffic was awful,” he explained, “Did my secretary offer some coffee while you waited?”

  “She was more than accommodating, Mr. Delray. Stayed and chatted with us most of the morning,” Pierre provided.

  “Sure did. She’s such a lovely young lady,” Sally informed.

  Delray’s jealousy hit him hard when Pierre stated Jolene was more than accommodating. His thoughts went straight to sex. Sure. she was probably not interested in Pierre but it didn’t stop him from seething, wanting to make sure everyone knew she was his.

  The last thing he needed was to screw up the meeting. Jobs weren’t scarce but he preferred to be reserved rather than too available. His company could definitely use the extra income and the Robichauxs were a wealthy bunch.

  “I’m glad she provided the necessary accommodations before I arrived,” he gruffly stated, “Would you mind following me to my office?”

  They grabbed their suitcases and belongings before following Delray to his office. On the way there, Jolene blocked his step. His mind wasn’t sure how to react but his body yearned for her touch.