Page 5 of Spare the Rod

“I don’t. But I’m sure you will know who she is by what room she’s in. Further, the reason I’m down here is the Dom she scened with tonight in that room left her after by herself, doing little else for her other than untying her. Bragging on his way out that she was ‘a wild one’. Please let your owners know that the Knight of Clubs visited, and as a new member here, I sure hope this is not the type of establishment you run here.”

His eyes went wide, recognizing my old moniker immediately. One I thought I would never hear, let alone use again, but I had no issue in using it to get the woman help. “I assure you,monsieur,it is not, and it will be looked into accordingly. The voyeur room, you say?

“Yes,” I nodded, waiting while he looked it up.

“Locker three-forty-two. Do you need me to escort you?”

“Yes, please. I am not familiar with the club at this time.” I dangled the carrot of my pending membership in front of him, knowing he would get it to the owners. It had been nearly eight years since anyone had heard anything of me on the scene, and it would spread quickly that Club Wonderland was where I had made my first appearance back.

After I had gathered the contents of her locker I thanked the butler and he reassured me again that the Dom who had partnered with the woman would be dealt with before parting ways and leaving me to return to her.

When I entered the room, I was satisfied to see she had eaten nearly half the grapes and drank most of the water. Color had returned to her cheeks and she sat in the chair, the robe wrapped around her, looking much better than she had when she left.

“You really-”

“Don’t, please.” I stopped her before she told me I didn’t have to again. “Whoever you have been with up until this point has been a sad excuse for a Dom. They have used you as an excuse for a hole to fill and little else. The man that walked out of here tonight used you to get his rocks off, and nothing more. You are worth so much more than that. No matter what you take from tonight, take that.”

I passed her the items from her locker and waited a beat for her to look back up at me. “This,” I motioned to the room around us, “All of this. It might be freeing. It might be thrilling and something you never knew you wanted before. Something that makes you feel like you are a part of something greater than yourself. But what is the point if you lose yourself in the process? All of this should be about finding yourself, not the other way around.”

The room fell silent and her gaze fell to her lap, to her fingers as they played with each other. I hated that I caused the crestfallen look on her face, but she deserved better. Before I could question it, I stepped forward and took her chin between my fingers and lifted her face to mine. Her bright blue gaze met mine through her silver mask, eyes searching mine and full of questions. Kneeling down, I stopped, her soft lips just a breath from mine as I gave her time to pull away. When she didn’t I moved forward, softly pressing my lips to hers at first until she let out a soft moan and I was lost.

Urgently I pressed harder against her, my tongue darting out to dance with hers. Her taste, sweet and forbidden, I needed more as she sighed against my mouth. My hand slid around to cup the back of her neck, angling our kiss to take more. She was soft and yielding. Everything.

Heat spread through me as her hands gripped the front of my shirt, her gasps against my lips sending shivers through my body as the urge to take her right where she sat coursed through me. With one last small nip on her bottom lip, I pulled back. She had been through enough tonight.

Her breath came out heavy and full of need, a mirror of my own, but I knew I could not give into temptation as I straightened. “I will see you again soon, my beautiful temptation.” I gave her one last soft kiss before leaving her to get dressed on her own, with instructions to the butler to ensure she made it home safely.

As I left Club Wonderland I fought my own desires, knowing it was going to be a very long night of fighting my own temptations. Not sure what I was going to do anymore about any of it as my past came rushing back to me. The desires of it and the need for it. Now, coupled with the need to take care of this woman, and my desire for her, I had no clue what I was going to do.

I was not sure if this woman would be my damnation or my salvation. Part of me wasn’t sure if I cared.

Chapter Three

No matter what I did, I couldn’t shake the images from the club from my mind. Especially images of her. Her body on full display for me and everyone to see. The way she glistened with desire and pleasure. Thoughts of how she would taste if I spread her legs just a tiny bit further to allow myself a taste. Imagining the way it would feel with her tightening beneath my touch as I traced my fingers over her, bringing her pleasure. The way she would scream for me just before I allowed her to climax.

I had not had this much trouble since I left the scene eight years ago, and I never imagined I would again. After leaving the club, I had spent hours trying to exhaust myself through exercise to no avail. Hours of prayer, asking for strength and resolve for this feeling to pass, but it was no use. God was silent and my body ached. I was still rock hard and my thoughts were full of her. I knew I was done for when it went beyond just the flesh.

My thoughts went to her aftercare. To my need to hold her and take care of her. To show her she was worth more than a quick flash of release and then dashing to the next chasing of pleasure. The look in her eyes when I tried to get her to understand there was more than just the quick escape haunted me. She had no clue. I needed to show her what it was like to be truly owned and cared for. Everything in me demanded it.

I let out a groan as I lay down, determined to not give in. I swore that life off when I took up the cloth. Devoted my life to God and to celibacy. That was no longer my path.

I stared up at the ceiling, not seeing the tiles above me, instead seeing the shy way she looked up at me after our kiss. Picturing the way her mouth formed the perfect ‘O’ and the way it would feel wrapped around my still hard member. Ugh, this thought process was not helping.

My hands gripped the mattress at my sides, the throbbing between my legs all but unbearable as the pressure built and I squeezed my eyes closed, willing the images to go away, the images causing cum to leak from my treacherous body of its own accord.

“Ugh,” I groaned, fighting the need to touch myself.

Surely one time would not hurt, it had to beat the near pain that had begun to radiate through me as the pressure increased. I let go of the bed and wrapped a hand around myself tightly, gripping until the pain mixed with pleasure and images of the woman filled my mind. The relief was almost instant, as my pain was replaced with satisfaction, my cum sliding out to slick over my hand as I pumped up and down my length.

It was slick and I pictured her glistening center, how it would feel wrapped tight around me as I pumped into her as the man had. Hard and fast, gripping her hips and slamming into her relentlessly as she cried out for me. Holding back only to keep her from tumbling over the edge until I gave her permission to do so. The thought of teaching her, of having her as my sub was enough to have me exploding all over my hand with one last pump.

I barely restrained my own guttural moan as I finished, the sensation so great as my seed covered my palm. It had been so long since I last climaxed. That, coupled with the images of the woman in my mind, had driven me over the edge hard and fast. I lay in my bed panting, willing my breath to even out as I struggled for control, hoping that no one else in the building heard me. The walls here were not exactly sound proof.

My emotions were all over the place. I was satisfied, sort of, as pleasure filled me, but I was still hard as a rock. I was also full of guilt at my actions. I had made a promise. One I had just ignored for a moment of carnal pleasure. What did that say of me?

Quickly, I got out of bed and made my way to the bathroom to wash and return to bed before anyone else could see me, my mind at war with myself, not sure what to do about it. How quickly did one pray for forgiveness after you pleasured yourself? Was this even something you could ask for forgiveness for? Did I want to?

My mind drifted to the woman again and my words to her. You could not sin in the evening and pray for forgiveness in the day. I meant every word of it. If I prayed for forgiveness for this, that would mean my intent was to not do it again. In any form. What exactly was my intent?

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