Page 6 of Emergence and Ascendance

My hand came down hard on her right cheek. "Shit, I mean… yes, Sir. I will tell you immediately."

I left her to gather a few things. I had played a scene with her once before and had already familiarized myself with her preferences and hard limits. I placed what I needed on the small table next to us.

"We're going to use the basics today. Tell me what they are."

"Red is my safe word, Sir."

"And when you want more?"

"Green, Sir."

"And when it's too much and you need me to slow it down?"

"Yellow, Sir."

"Good." I gave an approving nod even though her head was down and she wasn't looking at me.

The beautiful brown skin on display and the luscious curves of her thick body had my fingers aching to touch her so I got straight to it. I brushed my hand over her ass once more, then down her thighs, and let the tips of my fingers brush over her exposed pussy before I pinched her clit. She moaned in approval and I rewarded her by thrusting two fingers in, which had her entire body tensing. I pulled them back and pushed back in at the same time my other hand came down hard on her ass. She groaned her approval and tried to rub her body over the cushioned padding but the restraints didn't let her get far.

"You need more?"

"Yes, Sir, please."

I started a nice steady rhythm of fucking her with my fingers, only pausing occasionally to pinch her clit and press firmlyagainst her spot. She tensed around me, which had my dick growing thick with anticipation. This was exactly what I needed.

I stopped at Giselle's office and knocked on the door before I stepped in even though she'd sent one of the staff to ask if I would stop by to see her before I left for the evening.

It was Tuesday, one of the less busy days at Erogenous, which worked in my favor. I liked to keep my time here as exclusive as possible. There was so much paperwork signed upon gaining membership that what I enjoyed here would never be spoken of outside the club but I still didn't like the questionable looks attached to me frequenting the place.

I honestly didn't give a damn what people thought of me but sitting across a table attempting to broker a business deal with a woman whose pussy you played in the night before or sharing a drink with a man who caught you exiting a private room where you spent the evening spanking and fucking another woman complicated things.

The majority of my time at Erogenous was during weeknights when most people I did business with were home in bed preparing for their days or at soccer games and school functions for their children. So that rarely ever was an issue, but occasionally, it happened.

"Christian." Giselle greeted me with a friendly smile before motioning to the chair next to hers in the small lounge area of her office. The space was cozy with soft lighting and a thick furry rug cut in an abstract shape that held two black, bulky leather armchairs. They looked stiff and uncomfortable but I'd sat in them enough to know the appearance didn't match their buttery soft feel.

I sank into the one next to hers and relaxed against the back.

"What's up, G?"

Her smile expanded a little but it was still elusive, which meant she was about to ask for something. Giselle and I had an interesting history which began as competitors but we were not friends. After my implication in trafficking women, which was bogus and initiated by my bitch of an ex-wife, I offered Giselle complete ownership of my escort services for little to nothing, demolishing the association to anything closely related to the accusations that could be interpreted as a bad look for my personal and professional standings.

Giselle, on the other hand, had a lucrative escort service. So taking on my girls was viewed as a business expansion. The women who worked for me were respected, treated well, highly compensated, and never pussy for hire. Just because I was ending my association in that lane didn't mean I didn't want those who chose to continue in that space to not be provided the same opportunities they had with me. Working for Giselle would grant them that. After our business deal was complete, we became associates and eventually forged a friendship out of a mutual respect for one another.

"I need a favor."

"I'm sure you do based on that smug ass smile you're rocking right now."

Her eyes lowered some and her smile softened. Giselle's bone straight, jet black hair framed a beautiful chocolate face camouflaging her age. She was forty but could easily get away with late twenties, early thirties, which was why most of the men around here were lusting after locking down the Mistress Giselle.

I, on the other hand, knew better than to ruin our relationship. So as sexy as she was, the most she and I had ever done was scene together during the first few months whenI requested membership here at Erogenous. She personally offered to ensure I understood my role as a Dom to help keep my interactions with others limited while I was in training. We had only ever played a scene together deciding that keeping a sexual relationship off the table was the best.

"Are you going to hear me out or just say no?"

I chuckled and brushed a hand over my head. "I'm listening."

"You've been doing introductions for months now."

"Because you asked me to."

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