Page 4 of Spare the Rod

“Please, Sir.”

The way the words left her lips had me twitching and aching to be the one to fill her as I watched the man sheath himself, preparing to fill her. Just as he positioned himself between her legs, I swore her gaze met mine through the glass and she locked eyes with mine. As he held her legs wide, he slowly slid inside and she held my gaze, unable to look away. She let out a low groan as he filled her, his head tossed back in ecstasy. When he filled her to the base, she finally looked away and I couldn’t help but look at him filling her again. The sight of him entering her was nearly my undoing, and precum slid from my head, soaking my jeans, making me grateful it was dark in the hall and everyone was focused on the same scene I was.

He pulled back and much faster than when he entered he slammed into her, her moan turning to more of a cry of pleasure this time. The sound of his damp thighs slapping into hers echoing through the hall through the speakers. Again and again he pounded into her, her hair brushing the ground, her hands gripping the ropes as she cried out climax after climax.

At last, the man's guttural moan filled the air as he jerked inside her and it was everything I could do to not lose it myself as I watched her head toss back as his heat filled her. Silence filled the hall as everyone watched their mutual pleasure come to an end and their awe died down before the man pulled out and the two way mirror switched off.

Those that were watching with me moved on, but I stayed, not sure what to do or where to move onto. The one I had come searching for was in that room, and I needed to talk to her. To make sure she was okay after that.

Much sooner than I thought, the man from the scene came out, a grin on his face as he shut the door behind him. “Hope you enjoyed the show, man. That one is a wild one.”

I furrowed my brow, but remained silent, wondering why he wasn’t still in there with her. He didn’t wait for my reply before he was already moving down the hall. Instead of going after him, I opened the door and went in after the woman. The heck with the rules.

At the sound of the door, she looked up in shock, covering her body as I entered.

“I’m sorry to intrude, I saw-” I stopped, not sure what to say. “I saw him come out, and figured he didn’t you know-” Ugh, Christoph, you are messing this up. This was your life before taking up the cloth, you know what to do.

“Look, you don’t have to be in here. I’ll be fine.”

“I know I don’t have to be here. I want to be here. A real Dom isn’t like that. He is supposed to take care of you after, not leave you the way he did. When I saw him leave the way he did, I had to help.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s the right thing to do.”

I moved to the small refrigerator, knowing a decent club would have water and snacks stocked for scenes and was happy to find both stocked. Quickly, I took out a bottle of water and a small bag of grapes. “Here, this will help.” I opened the water and passed it to her. “Have a small sip.”

As she drank I moved and took out the wipes. “May I?” She looked at me skeptically, but nodded so I gently started wiping down her shoulders and arms, moving to her back and thighs. When I reached her stomach and breasts, I swallowed hard but remained clinical, hoping to not make her uncomfortable. The moment I reached the apex of her thighs, I was rock hard again and struggling to not lose control, but I needed to be in control for her.

“I just need to wipe you off, if you could-”

She nodded and spread her legs and I wiped over her swollen center, her breath shuddering out, her stomach bouncing as I wiped her sensitive core. “I’m sorry, I just want to make sure you are cleaned up.”

“It’s just sensitive.” her words ended in a moan and I vowed to make it sensitive for a reason she would never forget one day.

Satisfied she was cleaned up, I helped her into a plush robe and urged her to drink more water. “Do you have clothes in one of the lockers here?”

“Yeah, but I can get them. You don’t have to.”

I looked at her pointedly, I might have my mask on, but I knew she would get the point. “You are not used to being taken care of, are you?”

“It’s not necessary.”

I wanted to scream that none of this was necessary. She was better than this. She deserved better than this. But I knew better. She had just found this lifestyle and I knew firsthand how addicting it could be. How deeply it could call to you. Unfortunately for her, it would seem she didn’t have anyone to show her what this community could truly offer her.

“You might not think so, but I promise, it is no problem. Wait here, I will be right back with your things.”

“But-”

I didn’t wait to hear her protests, I was too angry about the sad excuse for a Dom who had taken advantage of a new sub. Not that the club knew, because it would seem an establishment as well run as this one would remedy it quickly, but somehow it had been allowed.

There was no way I was leaving until they knew what had occurred, despite me wanting to leave anonymously. I reached the butler at the front, the only person I could think of that might be able to find me someone to speak with.

“Ah,monsieur,how can I help you?”

“I need someone to help me get a lady’s clothes from a locker. She is upstairs in the voyeur room.”

“Do you know the locker number,monsieur?”

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