Page 27 of João
“During this meeting, we’ll discuss club rules as well as record your hard limits, boundaries, and any health concerns that might come into play during scenes, kink, and sex parties. We also ask that all members do routine STI checks and provide copies monthly. We have a member in the medical field that provides complimentary testing. Their clinic information is in your welcome packet.” Needing to be close to her, I parked on the desk, leaning back to look down at her. From this vantage point, I caught her balled-up hands over her knees, her chest rising and falling in time with her rapid breathing.
“I got the packet, thanks, Master Q, and I look forward to hearing the rules.”
We discussed club etiquette and privacy, the cornerstone of our community, and the days for private members only versus public days. I honed in on her privileges and responsibilities as a club member and how they were for our collective safety, as well as our anonymous mechanism to report members who were not following the club’s by-laws. All through our conversation, she asked pertinent questions. The warm pressure spread, bringingthe calmness I coveted. The calmness I only achieved when around her.
“Do you have any questions, Gissy?” I savored her submissive name, letting the flavor of her settle on my tongue and leave me as thick smoke rumbling out of my chest. My gaze trailed over her, my voice clearly having an effect. She’d settled after her initial nervousness, our connection taking over and putting her at ease until now. Now she shifted in the armchair side to side, her thick thighs the kindling ready to ignite a fire.
“How do I go about finding a Dom?” Her calm voice could deceive, but her body would fail her in a poker game.
“There are club events for members of BDSM; that would be the place to start.”
“Isn’t everyone in the club into BDSM?” Her brown eyes connected with my gaze, holding me still for her perusal.
“No, some members are into other kinks. Exhibitionists, voyeurs, people with lactation kinks, riggers, and many more.”
“Oh, that makes sense, of course; they also need their own spaces and events.” She nodded pensively, rearranging her expectations of my club. No shyness. No shock, only a quiet consideration. My chest expanded again, air rushing through me.
“I recommend you take some of our 101 submissive classes. They’re great, and you’ll get to meet other fellow subs. Then you can attend the BDSM events and take it from there.” Those last words tasted like ash. Gissy attending an event but not by my side…
“So you— Is there no chance it will be us?” Her gaze ensnared me, the absurdity of our situation sitting between us, filling the space with longing.
“Gisele.” I pushed away from the desk, looming over her. “Never forget that you made the decision to walk away from me. From what could have been. I explained my boundaries and youmade your choice. Now we both live with it, but never ever forget that I imagined the rest of my life with you, even on our first date. Shit, at the grocery store, I already knew.” I crouched in front of her as her eyes glistened with some strong emotion.
“But you and I…we want different things. How am I the one at fault for calling it out?”
“So if I said yes, then what, Gisele? You and I are in a power dynamic, and then after you’ve gotten your fill, you walk away to your good church boy? How is that different from what is happening now?”
“That’s not fair. That would be you trying to meet me halfway, and maybe that first compromise would spark more between us…” Gisele’s breath quickened at my closeness, her sunshine scent enveloping me. She chewed the corner of her mouth and I wanted to chastise her for smudging the perfect lipstick application. I wanted to sit her on my lap and show her what happened when she was bad, when she made me ache behind my sternum.
“So I am the first one to bend…is that what you want, Gisele? For me to show I’m worthy of your submission? Of your love?”
“No, I…I just want to know,” she whispered.
“Close your eyes,” I ordered her, my throat achingly thick, desperate to prove to her how right and wrong she was. Gisele immediately obliged me, her legs shimmying together at the tone of my voice. She was so receptive to me. She picked up every flicker of emotion that others usually missed.
“You want to know how it would feel to be under my command? How I would make you submit? I like my sub to be always well put together, so first, we would work on getting you up to task for me. Looking pretty in your church dress, all buttoned up just like today, but underneath? Underneath, I’d want you wearing silk and lace; I’d want your brassieres caressing your nipples through the day, your breasts tinglingand heavy as each drag of fabric reminded you of how I touch you when you’re a good girl.” My voice dropped, coming all from my diaphragm now. One of the most powerful instruments I had in my kink was my voice. Gisele wasn’t immune to it; with eyes closed, she sighed, shifting back and forth on the armchair, chasing the physical contact my words provoked.
Bending right next to her ear, I whispered softly. “Sometimes, I’d have you wear clamps. Can you imagine? The whole day at the hospital, while you’re volunteering, at your new church, your nipples tortured under the pressure of steel and my domination. What would you do, boa menina? Would you keep them in place like I ordered you? Or would you go to the bathroom and take them off, leaving the blood to rush straight to them? Are they big? Thick and chocolate brown? Or are they small, hiding in the merest breeze? I think they’re pretty little nubs that excitedly harden at the sound of my voice.”
Gisele’s guttural moan rent the silence in my office, startling us both with its force. I retreated, my pulse skyrocketing at her responsiveness. Damn, I could smell her arousal, smokey and rich. If I could render a candle out of her scent, I would. Shit, I still could if I just accepted her terms, no matter how that filled me with trepidation.
Going back behind my desk, I kept applying pressure, wanting her to feel as much as I felt.
“And every time I saw you at the end of the day, you’d be waiting for me in the position we agreed upon, right by the door, ready for my arrival. At that point, you’d be so overstimulated between your clothes and my commands during the day that you’re ready to burst. But you didn’t follow all my instructions, right? Right?”
Gisele searched around for my voice, her face pointed slightly to the right of my position.
“Yes? Yes, Master?” she panted. Quietly, I went to the opposite corner of my office, where my three dramatic-ass calatheas were thriving as they absorbed the pent-up energy in the room.
“That’s right.” I put bass in my voice, making Gisele shiver and swivel again, searching for me.
“You didn’t because your stomach is loud and grumbling as you wait for me. So I grab you by the hand and guide you to your bedroom, where you strip for me until you’re down to that bra that was tormenting you all day and your soaked panties, pungent in your smokey arousal.”
“Oh, mmm.” Gisele pressed her hand to her stomach, which was, in fact, also growling, telling me she hadn’t taken good care of herself today.
“If you were mine, you’d never go a day without caring for yourself.” My voice barely carried as I closed the distance, each step slow and deliberate. Heat pulsed through my veins, flooding my limbs with purpose. When I stopped in front of her, I caught the rise of goosebumps along her arms and the subtle strain of fabric over her titties, nipples peaked beneath the silk.
“If you were mine, I’d strap your feet to a spreader bar and tie you to the posts of the bed, then I’d paddle you until your ass was purple and your pussy was dripping so that you wouldn’t do it again.”
