Page 14 of Shattered Dreams
He looked up at the sound of his name from the sign-in ledger on the desk at Redemption. Elliot smiled in greeting as the dominant that ran the singles class approached him. He couldn’t believe he’d returned once more to the club that Max Rodkin owned, but he hadn’t been able to stay away after the first class. Partially because of the man walking toward him. Master Lucas looked like your every day average joe. He wasn’t huge or anything. He was…well average…until he turned on the dominance.
He’d been totally floored the first time he’d witnessed the change. Lucas had been going over some basics – BDSM 101 – when a dungeon monitor had stepped into the room with a young woman, who Elliot had found out later was Lucas’s own submissive. It seemed the young lady in question had decided mouthing off to the DM had been a good thing to do. It hadn’t been. As Lucas was quick to remind her with the broad side of his hand against her rounded ass.
“Hey, Master Lucas.” He shoved his hands into his pockets.
“It’s Lucas.” The man grinned at him. “I don’t expect other dominants to call me Master.”
Elliot shrugged. “Don’t know if I’m a master or not, but I figured it was best to be respectful.”
Lucas laughed. “If you’re not a top, I’ll eat my new crop.” He placed a hand on Elliot’s shoulder. “But I understand your reasoning. You ready for class?”
Elliot nodded. “As ready as I’m ever gonna be. The homework you gave us…was interesting.”
“I imagine so.” He nodded to the folder in Elliot’s hand. “But having everyone fill out a sample contract with limits is a great way to figure out what interests the individual, and also gives the newbie a chance to ask questions about kinks, limits, or protocol they don’t understand.”
“I get why. It was just interesting. Some of the stuff I had to google to even know what it was.” Elliot followed him down the hall toward what used to be a parlor or something. As he entered, he saw a few familiar faces from the last class but a few new ones as well. Evidently the singles class was more popular than he realized.
“Don’t always trust Google. We’ll go over in class any areas you had questions on. But until then why don’t you take a seat, and we’ll get started in a few minutes.” Lucas nodded toward the various chairs, and loveseats. In the center of the room was a tall ladder back chair. If the last class was any indication, Lucas would straddle it as he addressed the class. Despite the fact BDSM was very structured for some, Lucas kept the class casual. Relaxing, if Elliot had to describe it.
“Sure thing.” He wandered over to an overstuffed settee and sank into its comforting depths. There was plenty of room for another on its comfortable surface.Or perhaps two?
He sighed. He really needed to get over his obsession with Max and Lizzie Rodkin. From all accounts, Max was a dominant and Lizzie was his sub. And as attractive as he found both of them – his constant state of arousal at the thought of them – he wasn’t sure if he could submit to Max. Which meant that these classes were pointless unless he wanted to find another submissive to explore with.Dammit.He took a deep breath.Maybe this isn’t such a good idea.
“Thank you all for coming tonight. I’m really excited to see some new faces along with those who’ve been here before. My name is Lucas and I’m a dominant here at Redemption. If you’re here in this class, it’s because you’re curious not only about the lifestyle but perhaps your spot within it.”
“What if we find that we don’t have a spot?” This came from a young woman to Elliot’s left.
“Then you’ve been educated a little bit on an alternative lifestyle, and while it’s not for you that’s okay. We’re not a cult here, Ms.…”
“Angelica.” The pretty blonde blushed. “Angelica Houston…and not the actress obviously.”
There was a smattering of laughter at her joke, even from Lucas.
“Now I don’t know all about that.” Lucas retorted. “You’re pretty enough to be a younger version of her. And I’ll let you in on a secret. I admire her. She played the sweetest domme on the silver screen: Morticia Addams.”
The girl flushed. “Really?”
He nodded. “Yep, it’s cannon. The reason Gomez is always smiling is that his wife takes care of him in ways that only she can.” He crossed his arms over the back of the chair as he straddled it and sat down. “Which is why we’re all here. To see if either side of that coin appeals to us. Now obviously, I, like Morticia, love to take care of those who entrust me with their care…”
Elliot remained seated as Lucas finished up a similar introduction to the class that he’d heard last week, then launched into tonight’s topic about the homework he’d assigned last week for those who’d decided to continue the course. As he settled deeper into the settee, he decided it couldn’t hurt to have his questions answered. Particularly if a sub could have two tops, or if it was even possible for two dominants to share one.
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Biting her lip to keep from crying out, Lizzie waited impatiently for the next fall of the hairbrush. Already her ass was smarting from the previous strokes Master had doled out. While not full strength, the wooden back of the old-fashioned brush made an impression.And the blessed pain…god, it felt so good.Logically she knew that she shouldn’t be bent over the edge of his bed, with her bare ass facing him, while he spanked her with the brush that he’d requested she bring with her after the last time she’d been up to the hospital.
Perhaps she’d been a little too assertive when the doctor had come in to discuss Master’s progress. Progress he hadn’t wanted to share with her, until she’d demanded it as her right as his wife to know. Which had led to the position she was in, bare-assed getting a spanking with her favorite hairbrush. She hissed as another stroke landed. Much like subspace, his discipline centered her like nothing else could.
“Four, Master.” The words came out as a soft plea for more. She knew that they were treading on dangerous ground. A doctor or a nurse could come into the room at any moment. Which is why even as much as she enjoyed times like this, they needed to move it along. “One more, right?”
“Are you questioning me?” Max’s voice was firm, as it always was when he was dealing out a punishment.
“No, Master.” She gritted her teeth as the last blow landed harder than expected. The pain brought tears to her eyes but she managed to keep them at bay. “Five, Master.”
“Good girl.” Max dropped the brush on the bed before his palm rubbed over the sore skin of her ass.
She caught her lip between her teeth as he soothed the swollen curves with gentle touches.
“I understand your needs, sweetheart, even though I don’t appreciate the disrespectful way you went about it. You’ve accepted your punishment, and now all is forgiven.”
