Page 12 of Dark Bonds

“Not a chance. This is your first night on a normal club night. I’m not going to just abandon you. Let’s see what’s happening in the public scenes.”

“Okay,” I agreed, having already been on the receiving end of her Domme look.

We threw back our drinks and wandered from window to window before I came to stop at a rope play scene. I already knew from past experience that bondage was a huge turn on for me, but this type of scene was really high up on my wish list. I’d heard that not every Dom was well versed in specialised scenes like these.

I wonder if this is one of Jason’s areas of expertise.

Fuck me. I needed to stop thinking of Jason as the one I’d end up playing with. I doubt he’d have any interest in someone as inexperienced as me. After all, the sum total of mine was bondage and spankings. In the scheme of things, these were probably the most common of things for people not strictly vanilla.

“I take it ropes are something on your list?”

“Fuck, yes. I was actually going between this and the fire play demos for tonight.”

“Hank, the Dom who runs the fire play demo, is absolutely the expert in the club. He’s the one who has taught other Doms, including Jason. Seb, one of the owners, was doing the rope play demo tonight. He, obviously, is amazing, but I think you’d rather wait for a night Jason is running it. Maybe, though, you’d rather a personal experience with him,” she said, waggling her eyebrows.

“Shut up,” I sassed. “I don’t know why you think I’d be so interested in that. Hell, I don’t know why you’d think he’d even want to do any sort of play with me.”

“Yeah, you keep telling yourself that. Let me tell you this. If anyone else had wandered into his room uninvited, he’d have taken them to task, not to the dancefloor for hours.”

I turned my attention back to the scene, opting not to answer her, not wanting to confirm my interest in him. The Dom had finished tying the sub and had suspended her to a series of hooks hanging from the ceiling. She was positioned with her legs apart and he was using a crop on her thighs, pussy, and tits. She was positively drenched. He dragged a finger through the wetness and she jolted as he rimmed her asshole. She moaned when he focused on her clit, circling until it was clear she was about to cum. Then. He. Stopped. She let out a whimper that I couldn’t help but mimic. I couldn’t have predicted what came next, though. He landed a shot with the with the cane, directly to her clit, and she came and she came hard. She absolutely shattered.

“Holy fuck,” I whispered, rubbing my thighs together.

“Bet you didn’t see that coming,” laughed Sasha.

“No, I fucking didn’t. I was pissed at him for stopping but damn, that was hot as fuck.”

“I, personally, would have edged her more.”

I looked at her with my jaw dropped and could only shake my head at her smirk. I walked to the next window as she was being let down from her suspension and ropes.

Fuck me.

The Domme in the next room was clad in a wet-look leather bodysuit from her neck right down to her sky-high spike heels. Her tits, ass, and crotch were all left bare by it. I was confused for just a moment as to why the Domme would have those cut outs. It turns out, I didn’t need to be confused for long. She walked towards the entirely naked sub and used the crop to raise his chin until he was meeting her unwavering expression.

“Kneel,” she commanded.

He dropped to his knees in front of her, head lowered in respect.

“Well?” she questioned. “Get to work, I don’t like to be kept waiting.”

His hands moved to cup her bare ass and then he buried his face in her slit. Her hand moved to the back of his head, holding him fast, her head thrown back in pleasure. Her breath quickened, her breasts rising quickly. The man dropped one of his hands from her ass and reached between his legs. He froze when one hand brought the crop down hard on his ass and the other pulled his head back by the air until he was meeting her eyes.

“Did I say you could take your hand off my ass?”

“No Mistress,” he winced as she tightened her grip on his hair.

“Did I say you could touch yourself?”

“No Mistress.”

Tears filled his eyes as she gripped his hair even harder, the crop landing on his thigh, even harder than the first.

“Stand up,” she ordered, half pulling him up, before bending him over the table.

She kicked his legs apart and I watched, my mouth open and equal parts horrified and turned on.

“Is she going to…” I started, leaning towards Sasha.

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