He continues his ministrations, pushing me to the edge of orgasm over and over again as I cry out for more.

“What a perfect little slut. Do you love that my driver can hear you begging for release?”

“Yes, Master Navarro.” I’m shameless in pursuit of his touch. I’ve been starved of a Dom’s attention for too long.

“What are you, pet?”

“Your slut, Master.” Slap.

“That’s right.” His fingers pump inside me, and I start to scream. “Do you hear that, Russell? She fucking loves it.”

“Yes, Mr. Navarro.” The sound of his driver’s voice doesn’t faze me at this point. I’m too close to orgasm to care.

Flex smooths his hand over my ass before delivering a hard, sharp slap. I teeter on the brink, so desperate I can almost taste it. He withdraws his fingers and connects his palm with my pussy, sending me crashing over the edge, headlong into an intense orgasm.

“Such a good little pet. Say my fucking name.”

“Master… Navarro. Oh God, yes…yes!”

Thrusting his fingers back inside my pussy, he lets me ride out my release, creaming for him as he holds me down, knowing exactly what he’s doing to me.

When the aftershocks subside, he puts my panties and dress back in place. I move to sit up, but he scoops me into his arms and cradles me on his lap. “Good girl. Now, lick them clean,” he says, holding his fingers to my lips. I suck the evidence of my arousal from his fingers as if it were his cock. God, I want to feel his cock everywhere. He could fuck my mouth, my pussy, and my ass, and I’d beg him for the privilege.

I’m rewarded with his sharp intake of breath as I finish. “Thank you, Master Navarro.”

“Fuck me, pet. Do you have any idea how hot you are?”

I squirm on his lap, struggling to get comfortable when my ass has taken two punishments tonight. “I have my moments.”

“You need aftercare. I’m coming inside to tend to you when we get to your place.”

Panic sets in. I can’t have him in my house. For a start, he’s used to the finer things in life. Then there’s the small issue of my mom living with me and my daughter asleep in the next room.

“No. I’m fine. You can’t come in.”

His grip on me tightens. “Why?”

“Because…” I steel myself. As a Dom, he is formidable, and I don’t want to refuse him. I could think of nothing more satisfying than having Flex give me proper aftercare. “Because you can’t.”

“Celest.”

“Emerald.” It’s the quickest way to shut him down, and I hate myself for using my safeword like this, but I’m not explaining my life story to him. We’re friends with benefits, and we haven’t even fucked yet. He doesn’t need to know about my real life.

“My apologies.” His grip on me loosens, and I crawl to the other side of the car. We ride the rest of the way in silence, and I struggle to hold back my tears.

As we near my street, my sadness turns to embarrassment. Flex is so out of place here. He’s used to opulence and every hour of the day being sultry, sexy, and without the drudgery that I inhabit. The club is his work, rest, and play. For me, it’s a tiny moment of freedom sprinkled in my week.

Don’t get me wrong, I love my life. I love being a mother. I fight every day for Gracie to live a good life, and I try to be a good role model for her. I just need one thing that makes me feel alive and good about myself. I have that at the club. I can forget my inner demons for a few hours, and it gives me the strength to keep going.

I’ve missed being punished. I’ve missed having a Dominant’s hands work my body into a frenzy.

The car stops outside my meager home, and I can’t hold back the tears that spill from my eyes as Flex jumps out of the car and runs round to open the door for me. He reaches out his hand to steady me on my heels, and I know the moment he spies the tears. His grip on me tightens, and as I straighten, he lets go of my hand and cups my face, wiping my tears with the pad of his thumbs.

“Why are you crying?”

“I need to go inside.”

“We’re friends, Celest. You can talk to me,” he entreats. As tears continue to fall, he leans in, kissing each cheek to chase my demons away, if only for a few seconds.