Chapter 1

Kate

As usual, the voyeur lounge at Club Lush is a popular area tonight. Over-sized couches and plush daybeds take up floor space around a large bed sitting on a slightly raised platform in the center of the room. While the bed on display is softly lit, the rest of the room is dim, creating a sensual atmosphere.

I sashay through the space in my red, fuck-me heels, looking for a spot to make myself comfortable and watch the couple that’s just getting started on the display bed. These heels may not be the most comfortable for my toes but walking in them, I feel so feminine, my hips swaying saucily from side to side with every step.

My red heels provide the only flash of colour in my outfit tonight. My long legs and round hips are encased in black leggings with a bit of a sheen to them, while on top, I’m wearing a black, long sleeve, sheer blouse with a black bra underneath.

I find a spot, making myself comfortable on a daybed next to a couple who start playing with each other while watching the action getting going in the center of the room. They both send me a come hither look, letting me know I’m welcome to join them in their play if I’d like, but I’m not interested. With a polite smile, I let them know I just want to watch the couple under the soft spotlight.

The man and woman in the center of the room are both gorgeous, perfect for watching and getting the juices flowing. She’s got long, dirty blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail, showing off her pretty face. Her waist is tiny, her hips and ass are nice and round, and her tits are full and swinging like twin pendulums while she gets fucked doggystyle by the behemoth behind her.

Behemoth is not an exaggeration either. The man is large. He’s got dark, short cropped hair, a strong, square jaw sporting some scruff, and a body packed with muscle, from his shoulders to his calves. Right now I have a tantalizing view of his backside, and I’m mesmerized as I watch him move, my gaze creeping up and down over his back and ass, watching his muscles work as he fucks his lover.

In a word, he’s beautiful. Just beautiful. He’s definitely got my juices flowing.

Though my view is to-die-for, I want to see this guy at work from the front. Flicking my gaze to the far side of the display bed, I look for an empty spot and find one next to a woman sitting on a couch alone. She acknowledges me with a little smile when I sit on the opposite end from her, but otherwise focuses on the couple.

As I suspected, the front view of the man is even better than the back view. My eyes travel over him, taking in the intense expression on his face, the wide, powerful expanse of his shoulders, his sculpted chest and chiselled abs. I’d love to see if his cock is as magnificent as the rest of him, but he’s a little busy burying it in his lover’s pussy to show it off right now.

Oh, wait. Oh, yes. He’s pulling out. All-l-l-l the way out.

Let’s see what you’re working with, big boy.

Wrapping a hand around the base of his cock, he sits back on his heels, guiding his partner to turn over and lay on her back. He’s gotta be a good seven or eight inches, with some lovely thick, heft to him. He’s almost as impressive as the man I’m meeting here tonight. Liam’s bigger, though. He’s nine inches long and five inches around. With a monster cock like that, he could have any woman here at the club, but he’s a soft sub and after being soft domme’d by me, he’s never strayed.

I’ve had soft subs before Liam, but he’s my favourite. He’s such a good boy, so eager to please. However, now that I’ve said that, tonight it seems he’s putting himself on my naughty list. Checking my phone, I see he’s now almost fifteen minutes late. He knows I don’t like having to wait. It looks like my sweet sub might need a little punishing tonight. It depends, though. If the cause of his tardiness was out of his hands, then I won’t punish him.

I grin to myself. Or…maybe I will. As I continue watching the couple fuck in front of me, now in missionary position, I start mulling over possibilities for tonight. I kinda hope it turns out that Liam does deserve a little disciplining. I love giving him a spanking, and he loves being spanked. Not too hard, of course. I’m not leaving welts or anything.

The couple on the display bed pulls me from my fantasizing, recapturing my full attention as she gets louder and he gets rougher. Jesus. They really are gorgeous. She’s flushed, belting out high notes like Mariah Carey, and he’s dripping sweat, his skin glistening in the light. Fuck, I can’t wait to watch him come.

Oh, wait. Oh, yes. He’s about to detonate. He pushes himself up onto locked elbows, spreads his knees wider, bracing himself better as he pounds away. His head drops back on his neck, his rhythm breaks, hips punching between his lover’s legs with a rough, staccato beat. He comes with a feral roar, his eyes squeezing shut, his neck straining, popping veins.

Okay. My well is good and primed. Where the hell is Liam?

Speak of the naughty boy. I spot him entering the voyeur lounge a few seconds after the couple has had their explosive finish. I cross my legs, assuming a prim position as I watch him scan the dim room looking for me. He’s dressed in dark grey pants and a blue button-down shirt, as I requested. Points for him. His brown hair is a little mussed like he’s been anxiously shoving his fingers through it. More points for him. He so hates disappointing or displeasing me, sometimes he stresses a little too much. He’s such a good boy, such a good sub, so responsive to praise and correction.

His eyes light up when he spots me and he makes his way over. I cock one eyebrow when he stops in front of me, giving him a pointed look. Apology written all over his face, he sits next to me. Taking my hand in his, he brings it to his mouth, kissing the back of it. “Kate,” he says, “I’m so sorry I’m late and you had to wait.”

I gently tug my hand free from his grasp, resting it back on my lap. “Yes, you should be,” I reply. Tipping my head, I ask, “why are you late?”

“I left my place at nine,” he tells me. Okay, so if he left his place at nine, he should have been here thirty minutes ago, which means he would have been early. Whatever made him late must have been out of his hands. It seems punishment isn’t warranted. “There was an accident on Hyatt St.,” he continues, “and traffic got backed up.”

I nod. “I see,” I say, smiling softly. I set my hand on his thigh, my posture softening. “I thought I might have to punish you,” I murmur, leaning into him, “but it sounds like I don’t have to.”

At that, Liam clears his throat. “Well,” he says, a twinkle in his eye, “I was late. And I know how you don’t like being made to wait.”

God, he’s cute, angling for a punishment when he doesn’t really deserve one. I told you he likes getting spanked.

“Aren’t you sweet,” I smile, “thinking of me.” I skim my hand higher on his thigh, watching his throat work as he swallows. “Maybe a spanking is in order,” I say, my smile growing at the excitement that flares in his eyes.

“I think you’re right, mistress,” he agrees, all cute eager boy as he stands and helps me to my feet. “After you,” he invites, gesturing with his other hand toward one of the halls leading to the private rooms.

I thank him as I move by him, navigating my way around the beds and couches, passing by the couple I was sharing a daybed with a few minutes ago. Her top and bra is gone, revealing a beautiful set of tits. His top is undone and hanging wide open, revealing a six-pack. Her skirt’s around her waist, his pants are shoved out of the way, and she’s bouncing on him like his dick has a built-in spring. She wiggles her fingers at me as I go by, her eyes glassy, bottom lip caught between her teeth. I give her a wink and a smile, letting her know I think they’re hot. Her partner cracks a grin before pleasure and passion slant over his face again.

Leaving the ardent couple behind, I lead Liam to the far side of the voyeur lounge, heading down the hallway, passing locked private rooms, as well as rooms with viewing windows that let passersby watch the fun being had inside. Finally, I come to a private room that’s free. Liam follows me inside, shutting and locking the door behind him.

He knows what’s expected of him, and promptly starts undressing, fingers making quick work of the buttons on his shirt before undoing his belt. He lets that hang loose as he undoes his fly, popping the button, lowering the zipper. A manly shrug has his shirt falling off his broad shoulders and landing on the floor at his feet. Toeing off his shoes, he removes his socks, then pushes his pants down, his briefs going right along with them. He’s already semi-aroused as he advances on me, set on doing the next thing he’s expected to do now that he’s naked: undress me, of course.

“You look stunning, as usual, mistress,” he tells me as he starts slipping buttons through holes, working his way down my shirt, his eyes moving back and forth between my face and his hands.

I smile at the compliment as he slips my blouse off my shoulders. “Thank you.”

Liam guides me to sit on the end of the bed in the center of the room so he can slip off my heels.“You’re welcome, mistress,” he replies, gently tugging me back to my feet after he’s removed my heels. He peels off my leggings, leaving me standing in my bra and panties.

“Oh, mistress,” he sighs, eyes roving over me, jumping from the scraps of black lace cupping my tits to the scrap of black lace hugging my pussy.

Between his legs, his semi-erect cock gains inches and bulk, growing and thickening, rising a bit higher, but not reaching full potential yet. He starts to reach for me, but I hold him off with a hand to his chest, my red-tipped fingers curling and drumming lightly on his firm pecs. “About your punishment,” I murmur, watching him, catching the way his eyes flash, his nostrils flare.

“Yes, mistress?” he asks, eyes jumping between mine.

I flatten my hand, sliding it down his front over his beautiful abs, letting it get real close to his semi-erect cock, before pulling away.

I point to the wall on my left. “Over there,” I direct Liam, “hands on the wall, feet spread wide.”

My sub is quick to obey, giving me a nod and a “yes, mistress,” before assuming position. He looks over his shoulder at me, eyeing me like I’m a big, juicy steak and he’s a hungry lion as I remove my bra and panties. Once bare, I become the lion, slowly approaching my prey, stopping behind him. “Are my feet wide enough, mistress?” he asks.

I make a show of appraising his position, dragging my gaze down his body, over his smooth back, his taut, round ass, his muscular legs and down to his large feet, which are spread shoulder width apart. Leaning in, I whisper my response in his ear. “Perfect,” I tell him. “Good boy.”

His toes wiggle, his fingers fidget as he waits for his punishment.His eagerness has me grinning behind his back.I hem and haw, talking out the different punishments I’m considering doling out. Really, I’ve already decided. He’s getting a spanking. But, it’s fun to draw this out, for me and my sub.

Stepping up behind him, I press my chest to his back, letting my hands slip around to his front and run over his abs, creep down towards his cock, which leaps in the hopes of a touch.

Poor boy. I get close, teasing him, but leave him to wait some more.

Resting my chin on Liam’s shoulder, I murmur, “I’ve decided what your punishment will be.”

Toes wiggle. Fingers fidget. “Yes, mistress?” he asks. “What punishment do I deserve?”

I love the way he phrases that. “You, dear boy, deserve a spanking,” I reply, patting his bottom lightly.

Said bottom clenches, relaxes.

“Of course, mistress,” he nods.

Leaving him standing facing the wall, I go over to the supply cupboard. Club Lush provides a variety of items in every private room, including paddles, some toys, and protection, of course. The end of the paddle I select is faux-fur and will provide a muted, soft impact that will create a physical warmth rather than sharp pain.

Liam watches me out of the corner of his eye as I return to him, his gaze heating as he tracks my approach, as he watches me pet the soft faux-fur end with one hand.

Stopping behind him, I keep my voice soft and languid. “How many spanks do you think you deserve?” I ask him, tracing the soft end lightly up his side to his shoulder before moving it to his front and dragging it down over his chest and abs.

Before Liam can answer, I lightly tap the faux-fur paddle on his cock, watching it bounce and grow. He gasps, a variety of muscle groups tensing, toes wiggling. He’s rock hard now, his beautiful erection pointing straight up, veins popping, precum leaking from the tip.

Hello, big boy.

He clears his throat. “However many you think is appropriate, mistress,” he replies in answer to my question.

Humming a pleased sound at his words, I caress his sides and back with the paddle. “Good answer,” I praise. I lean in, setting my chin on his shoulder, and whisper into his ear, “you’re always such a good boy for me.”

He turns his head slightly, his heated gaze bouncing between my eyes and my mouth. “I love pleasing you, mistress,” he murmurs.

And he does. He pleases me immensely. I tell him so before stepping back and telling him how many spanks he’s going to get.

I smack the paddle into the palm of my hand. “Normally I’d give you one smack for every minute you kept me waiting,” I say, “but I know you did your best to be here on time.”

“I did, mistress, yes,” Liam murmurs.

I grin, caressing his back with the paddle again. “So, since your tardiness was due to circumstances beyond your control, I’ll half your punishment and only give you fifteen spanks,” I tell him. I tap his cock again, very lightly. He hisses.I smile. “Does that sound fair?”

He nods. “It does, mistress, yes. Thank you, mistress.”

Couldn’t you just eat him up? Thanking me before I’ve even given him his punishment?

“Are you ready?” I ask, running the paddle in a circle over one ass cheek.

“Yes, mistress,” he replies, “I’m ready whenever you are.”

I continue making circles for a minute, lulling him into relaxing a little. Then, when he’s not so tense, anticipating that first smack, I bring the paddle down on his ass with a thwack. Not too hard, but not gentle, either. Liam’s nostrils flare as he sucks in a breath, muscles tensing at the slap.

I soothe the spot I just smacked with a circle of the soft paddle. “Was that too hard?” I ask.

“No, mistress,” he replies without hesitation.

“Good,” I murmur, moving the paddle to his other cheek, circling for a bit before giving him another smack.

Liam groans quietly, his head dropping forward, his hands sliding wider apart on the wall, fingers spreading. His toes wiggle, clenching and relaxing. And his arousal? His arousal looks to be getting angry, the head of his cock turning purple.

Moving back and forth from one ass cheek to the other, I circle and I smack until I’ve given him his fifteen spanks.

“Thank you, mistress,” he rumbles when I’m done.

Tossing the paddle to the floor, I step forward, dipping my head under his arm and pressing my body into his side. I rest my cheek on his chest as I gently caress his ass. Liam sighs when I wrap a hand around him and I start stroking him at a slow, lazy pace, my grip almost loose. He moans every time I corkscrew my hand over his tip.

“That’s nice, mistress,” he sighs, head lolling to one side.

I tip my head back, watching him. “Should I let you come now, do you think?” I murmur. “Take the edge off before letting you fuck me?”

My sub swallows thickly, his eyes squeezing shut when I suddenly tighten my grip until I’m choking his cock, and pick up my pace. “Jesus,” he hisses, sucking in a sharp breath. “It’s up to you, mistress,” he grits out, earning more praise.

My good boy obviously deserves a reward.

His feet quickly shuffle wider apart when I sneak my free hand between his legs from behind. He groans up a storm when I start rubbing his perineum, playing with his balls, still pumping his cock like a mad thing.

“Come on, baby” I encourage, my arm starting to feel the burn as I work him over. “Won’t you come for me?” I breathe. “You’re not gonna make me wait again, are you?”

“No, mistress,” he rumbles, chest heaving with every breath. “Ah, fuck,” he curses when I focus my tight strokes on the head of his cock.

“That’s it,” I murmur, grinning down at his cock, “that’s a good boy. Let me hear you. Let me know how good I’m making you feel.”

Liam’s head lolls forward, his gaze locking on my hand on him. “Jesus, fuck,” he growls. He lifts his head, licks his lips. “That feels so good, mistress,” he moans, “so fucking good.” I push him even harder, pumping the head of his cock faster. “Fuuuuck mistress!” he groans. “Please don’t stop,” he pants, “please don’t stop, mistress.”

I don’t stop. I keep pumping until he goes up on his tiptoes. “Where ya going?” I ask, chuckling softly. “You trying to get away from me?”

He swallows, lowering back to his feet. “No, mistress,” he sputters out on his next exhale. I get a little rougher with my touch, which has him going right back up on his toes.

Fuck, this is fun.

He sucks in a breath, holds it for a beat before letting it go. “Mistress?” he whimpers. “Oh, shit,” he mutters, “I’m going to come,” he pants, “can I…please, can I come, mistress?”

I turn my face into his chest, pressing a kiss there. “Yes,” I murmur, “yes, you can come.” I tip my head back, meeting his gaze. “Such a good boy, asking for permission.”

“Thank you, mistress,” he pants. “Fuck,” he breathes, “thank you.” His face screws up as his orgasm closes in on him.

He goes quiet and still right before that sharp edge slices through him. Then, when his cock begins to erupt and his hips start humping nothing but air, he gasps and then groans, long and low, shot after shot of thick, white cum escaping him, splashing against the wall, hitting the floor, dribbling down the back of my hand when his eruption starts to dwindle.

“Good boy,” I praise, drawing out the words. I loosen my grip slightly, gentling my strokes, going all the way down his shaft and back up, instead of staying just at his tip. “What a nice mess you’ve made,” I purr. He chuckles softly at that, sucking at air.

I flick my hand, sending some cum to the floor, licking at what’s left on my hand.

Mmm, salty.

“Thank you, mistress,” Liam sighs, his hands leaving the wall, one arm wrapping around my waist, hugging me into his side, the other cupping my face.

He presses a lingering kiss to my lips before getting some paper towels from the supply cupboard and wiping his mess off the wall and the floor. I thank him for taking care of clean up after he’s tossed the paper towels in the garbage, watching as he gets a condom before returning to me.

“Now,” I say, sauntering over to the bed, “while we wait for your cock to be of use to me,” my gaze flicks down to his softening erection and comes back up, “you can put your tongue to work,” I continue, laying down and spreading my legs, “and lick my pussy until I come all over that handsome face of yours.”

Liam’s hot gaze travels down from my face to my cunt, the smile creeping across his face positively wolfish. “Yes, mistress,” he murmurs, joining me on the bed. “It would be my pleasure.”

Bringing a hand to my pussy, I skim my fingers through my slick folds as I watch him hunker down between my legs, laying flat on his stomach, letting his feet hang off the end of the bed.

With how often he’s made a meal out of me, you wouldn’t think I would still be amazed at how masterful he is at eating me out, but I am. The artful way he uses his tongue, seems to know when to apply firm pressure, when to ease off, when to swipe through my folds, lap at my clit, stab my vagina, going as deep as he can. The man has a good mouth, awesome technique, and stellar instincts.

“Oh my god,” I moan, “oh, yes!” He’s already got me squirming pretty good, but he gets me going even more when his tongue comes back to the top of my sex and starts flicking my bean aggressively while two long, thick fingers slide inside my vagina and start rubbing my front wall. “Oooooh, yessss,” I moan louder.

I feel Liam’s lips curve, his smile buried in my folds while his tongue works it’s magic on my clit and his fingers do their thing inside me.

“Oooooh, oooh,” I moan, fingers spearing into his hair, fisting in the strands, not so gently tugging his face into my pussy.

The tugging, obviously, isn’t necessary. He isn’t going anywhere, he isn’t letting up. If anything, he’s coming at me harder, getting more excited himself, the closer he pushes me to my limits. I gotta hang on to something, though.

“Mmmmm,” Liam hums, sucking my clit into his mouth and holding onto it as he pulls back, tugging on it until it slips from between his lips.

He does it again, smiling down at my sex after my clit escapes his suction the second time.

“God damn, mistress,” he rumbles, “this pussy.” He swoops down, gives my slit a quick lick, my clit a quick suck.

“Yeah,” I breathe, hips jumping at the sensations he’s hitting me with. “Keep going,” I demand, “don’t stop,” I beg.

He’s got me so close, I’m right there, poised on that sharp edge ready to take flight. And, when he latches onto my clit like a goddamn leech and sucks my clit against his tongue, giving it a good lashing, I’m suddenly airborne, flying through a deep, dark, endless sky dotted with countless sparkling diamonds.

“F-f-u-u-u-c-k!” I screech, abs engaging, curling me up as I come all over Liam’s gorgeous face, soaking him. My legs tremble, my hands fist tighter in his hair, my hips rock against his mouth.

Ohmygod! Fucking fucker!

Like the good boy he is, Liam stays with me, escorting me through my climax, licking and caressing, his tongue and fingers gradually, gently easing off, becoming soothing rather than arousing, as I ride my pleasure and slowly float back down to earth.

“Jesus,” I rumble, huffing a breath. My bones have turned into limp noodles.

“Was that to your liking, mistress?” Liam asks, pressing a kiss to one thigh then the other.

A laugh huffs out of me at that question. Panting and sweating, I tuck my chin in, looking down my body and meeting his gaze, a lazy smile creeping across my face when I see the proud look on his.

“Ten out of ten,” I reply, and a smile detonates on his face.

He pushes back to sit on his heels and when I see the fresh erection pointing up from his lap, waving buoyantly, my smile gets bigger. His cock is revived and ready to be of use to me.

With a wicked grin and a devilish glint in his eyes, Liam crawls up my body until his face hovers above mine. The solid planes of his chest meet my lush breasts. He plants his hands on the mattress on either side of my head. His legs spread mine even wider. He angles his hips so the blunt head of his cock finds the entrance of my vagina, and then, with one quick, hard slide forward, he stuffs my pussy with that nine inch cock of his, grinding his pelvis against my clit when he bottoms out.

Having just orgasmed, his delicious penetration sends off glorious aftershocks while also lighting the fuse to a new explosion. And with every driving thrust that follows, every plunge and every retreat, that fuse gets shorter, the sparks burn hotter, until I’m desperate as fuck to come.

“Yesssss,” I hiss, “fuck me! Fuck my pussy like this is the last time you’ll ever get to fuck it.”

Spoiler Alert: He’ll get to fuck my pussy again.

We roll back and forth across the bed, swapping positions. One minute I’m on top, bouncing my pussy on his cock and the next, Liam is on top, fucking me into the mattress. Eventually, I end up back on top and I stay there. Sitting up, I gather my hair up in a pile on my head, holding it there while I do whole body rolls, rocking my pussy on Liam’s cock faster and faster, really grinding my clit against him with every rock and roll.

Fu-u-u-c-c-k! It’s so good.

Under me, Liam bucks his hips in time to my rhythm, his fingers digging into my hips, his mouth hanging open, breath sawing out of him.

“Mistress,” he pants, “I’m close…I’m real…close,” he warns.

I am, too. And the explosion about to go off inside me is going to be a thing of beauty. Courtesy of Liam.

“Yes,” I pant, “be a good fucking boy and come for me,” I snarl. I rock and I roll, riding him for all he’s worth, literally racing him to what looks to be a mutual finish.

Liam sits up, his arms snaking around me, hands clapping down on my ass and urging me harder and faster against him. I grab onto his shoulders, holding on for dear life as I fuck my sub as hard as I can.

“Fu-u-u-c-c-k!” Liam roars, back arching, head falling back, veins popping out on his straining neck.

“Yes!” I groan, voice low and dark. “Come on,” I urge, “atta boy. That’s it.”

He’s still bucking and grunting out his pleasure when I reach the end of my fuse, blasting off into a weightless world of ecstasy. I cry out with my release, my hips slamming hard against Liam’s again and again.

“Oh, oh god!” I moan. “Oh, fuck!”

Holy shit!

Talk about fucking each other’s brains out.

Liam huffs out a breath. Then another. He flops back on the bed, taking me with him so I’m splayed over him with my cheek to his chest. I close my eyes, listening as his heart quiets from a rapid drumming to a steady beat, as his breathing evens out, his chest rising and falling smoothly, slowly.

A hand starts coasting up and down my back. “Mistress,” Liam murmurs, “was that as good for you as it was for me?”

I prop my chin on his chest, smiling up at him. “That was amazing. You were amazing. You did so good for me.”

“You were amazing, mistress,” he echoes, and the smile on my face grows.

I lay my cheek on his chest again and we fall silent, snuggling together as we recover.

And twenty minutes later, after I’ve taken care of my sub, we’re snuggled together on a plush couch watching a man go down on a woman on the display bed in the voyeur lounge, sipping cocktails and enjoying our evening at Club Lush.

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