Page 34 of Second Chances

“You ready?” I hold my hand out for her, and she takes it. I lead us back through the club and to the stage. The sub I was supposed to be with jumps up and bows her head when I appear.

“Thank you for offering to scene with me, but as you can see, I already have a partner with me tonight.” I let her down gently, and she leaves the stage.

“Do you want me to take my clothes off?” Elena steps closer to me, breaking protocol of asking a question without being given the rules first.

I press my finger to my lips to tell her to be quiet.

She gasps and mouths ‘sorry’.

I reward her with a kiss to the lips.

“Repeat your safewords to me, please.” I request and investigate the selection of whips and floggers already laid out for us to use.

“Green for I’m okay, orange for I’m nervous, so we stop and discuss my worries, and red for stop altogether.”

“Good.” I zone out the assembling crowd and concentrate on Elena. I can tell she’s nervous—her eyes keep darting to the people arriving. Reaching into my bag, I pull out a blindfold. “Elena, I want you to remove your top and skirt but leave your underwear on. When you’ve done that come here.”

I stand and watch her. Her body is really stunning, toned in all the right places from her dancing even though her hips still curve to form a perfect ass. I can’t wait to sink deep within her later, but for now, I’m going to make this all about her. I noticed on the first night I met Elena here that she was a bit of a pain junkie, and I’m going to push her tonight.

Elena finishes undressing. Her eyes dart to the people watching again. I imagine her nerves are threatening to overwhelm her. I hold the blindfold up, and her eyes goes wide.

“Color?”

“Green,” she replies. I observe her reactions for any signs she’s not telling the truth and find none. She’s scared but is happy to continue. “Do you consent to the blindfold?”

She nods.

“Words,” I remind her with a deep tone.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Thank you.”

Placing the blindfold over her eyes, I whisper into her ear.

“It makes all the people disappear. It’s just you and me in the room now.”

I lightly blow warm air over her chest, and she lets out a little lustful moan.

Leading her over to where a spanking bench is set up, I fold her over it and check she’s comfortable.

“Stay there,” I order. Many Doms would address the audience, but I want Elena to feel it’s just the two of us here. I show my thoughts to those assembled by pressing a finger to my lips to urge their silence. All fall quiet, and I turn my head back toward Elena and see her visibly relax onto the bench. My girl is being good, so I offer her a quick slap to her pert bottom.

She wriggles and moans.

Finding a soft flogger, I lay gentle strokes over her body, watching her constantly for signs of distress. All I see is a woman melting into a ball of pleasure. Switching up to a strong flogger, I bring harder strikes down. She squirms as the strikes heat her skin, but the reddening there disappears instantly. Her seductive whimpers mixed with the sound of leather meeting succulent flesh fill the room. Even the music from the club has melted away to me or been turned down. I’m so focused on Elena that nothing else matters. I place the flogger down and smooth my hands over her skin and down under the waistband of her panties. She’s heated at her core. A few flicks of my finger over her clit would be all that’s needed to make her come, but not yet. Elena can take more.

“Color.” I demand.

“Green.” Elena replies instantly, her voice already dreamy.

“I’m going to use a whip now.” I reach for a leather whip—it’s an entry level one, but it’s all I’m prepared to use with her tonight. We’ll work up to the more intense equipment. I’ve no doubt she’ll be begging for it soon. There is a darkness in both of us, crying out for this. I’ve finally met my match in this woman.

I swing hard. The leather whips across her back. leaving a deep red mark. It’s beautiful. I cross another mark over it, and Elena goes quiet. Her whimpers stop as she disappears into her own head. It’s the single most stunning thing I’ve ever seen. Subspace. The crowd gasps, and I place the whip down. I run my hands over Elena’s pussy again, and she comes, her entire body shaking and spasming.

When she returns to earth from her high, I take off her blindfold, sweep her up into my arms, and carry her off the stage. We go to a quiet area in the club, and I settle her on my lap. One of the waiters brings a blanket and a glass of water, and I thank him with a smile. Elena looks up at me—her eyes big and pupils still dilated.

“You went into subspace.”

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