Two thoughts dominated Cal’s life in the months proceeding the Carnival: one, confirming who paid for his ‘experience’ and two, finding Monique. Work suffered, but it forced him to delegate and rely on his competent team. They were engaged and productive despite the workload. It was a shiny spot in the blackened world in which he lived.
Word came. Incontrovertible proof identifying the man who financed the ordeal, and it was the man he suspected. Jeremy showed his cards when he leered at Cal from behind the carousel control panel. The man lived the BDSM lifestyle to the fullest, and the Carnival experience was a gift to Cal intended to pull him further into the circle of power brokers. Men who maintained trust based on shared mutual destruction.
Running a multi-billion-dollar corporation was a full-time job, and unlike many peers, had no desire to run a woman’s life outside of the bedroom. He longed for an independent vixen willing to cede control only in the bedroom. Someone to challenge his intellect, not needing orders on what to wear or how to behave.
The conviction Monique was the women he needed had no rhyme or reason. He could not trust such a brief encounter to produce reliable feelings or impressions. Yet months later, he could not stop thinking about her. Her velvety skin, the chemistry between them as he took her on the floor of the white, sterile room. She somehow gave an air of self-assuredness despite her surrounding and circumstances.
He visited every BDSM club he knew, hoping to find her. Searching faces in every crowd, he planned and waited to execute a revenge attack on the man who badly misread him. A man arrogant enough to believe Cal was waiting for a mentor to pull them deeper into the BDSM community. Assured everyone would thank him in the end. Well, Cal would “thank” him, but it was unlikely Jeremy would appreciate the gesture.
Monique sat right in front of the glass, which separated her from an attractive couple enacting a punishment scene. The flogger appeared to be brushing over the woman’s backside, but she knew from firsthand experience how the sting increased as blood rushed and the area heated. The woman’s face was ethereal, tendrils of hair floated free of her messy bun, framing a face flush with excitement. Panting from both the pain and the pleasure, mouth open with lips poised to receive a kiss, her eyebrows scrunched in time with the hits.
The dom stopped the thrashing and rubbed oil over the woman’s backside. His hands moved in circles, thumbs dragging along her crack before his large rough hands dragged over her hips, making his captive shudder. Pressing a pedal at the foot of the bench, he spun her so that ass and pussy were on full display to the audience. Sauntering to a cabinet at the edge of the space, he perused the contents before grabbing something and returning to center stage. The dom situated himself in front of the submissive, and the watchers saw her eyes widen as he brought the toy into view.
The plug resembled a long diamond shape with the edges smoothed. At its widest point, it appeared to be about 4 inches and the stem was thin enough that the sphincter would close almost completely once inserted. Given the terror on the slave’s face, it was larger than she expected. She shook her head and writhed in her bonds. Monique’s inner muscles squeezed and her wetness grew watching the scene before her.
Tears streaked down the face of the submissive and her body shook. Yet her trust in the Dom proved well founded when, out of sight from his prey, the Dom slipped the large plug into his pocket and pulled out a smaller one for insertion. The lube drizzled down her crack, and Monique could almost feel the cold glide down her own bottom. Using the plug to catch the drip, he rolled it around, at the same time teasing the puckering star of her anus. The woman shivered in expectation as each press of the device drove deeper into her passage and she slumped when it finally slipped all the way in and she realized the size was pleasurable rather than painful.
The Dom faced the crowd, his hands resting at the button of his fly as his gaze moved from one end of the spectators to the other. He stopped when his gaze landed on Monique. His gaze behind the mask went from hungry to downright predatory. He turned and left the room. Murmurs rose in the crowd, signaling this as unusual behavior. Another man entered the room, shirtless and beautifully built. He prowled to the woman, sparing only a flirtatious half-smile to the crowd before releasing his impressive member. He fingered her folds to confirm readiness, while he stroked his cock to full attention.
Monique chose this club because of its security and its acceptance of voyeurs. Her attention drifted from the scene, and she cast her eyes down to her wrist. She wore a bright white bracelet denoting her desire that no one touch her, so bouncers monitoring the patrons could ensure compliance. White was her sign of surrender. She was done. Search for Cal, abandoned. Looking for satisfaction with random men. Dom/sub relationships, never again.
Revenge on her ex-dom had yet to come to fruition, but she relished the memory of his face when she laid into him about his “surprise.” He was shocked she didn’t like her experience at Carnival. Baffled that she was upset. The prick believed she would live out a domination fantasy and return to him sated, grateful.
When the screaming didn’t produce the proper reaction, she threw things at his head. Vases, heavy cocktail glasses and pictures from the wall hurtled at him. It somewhat served as an anger escape valve, but the items were costly and therefore important to him. Eventually, his begging woke her from the rage induced trance at which point she told him “she’d make his life a living hell if she ever saw him again,” and walked out the door.
Her friends and staff noticed her stumbling lately; it was only her good-standing with her company that kept her employed. She was depressed, angry about her experience at the carnival, and horny. She planned on watching the show tonight and going home alone to find release at her own hands.
A commotion broke her trance, but she was slow to recognize that a man kneeled beside her chair. He placed his large hand on her leg. He whispered her name, and she realized it was Cal’s face just as the bouncer grabbed him and dragged him away.
“What the hell are you doing? You know what the white means.” The larger security man growled.
“Stop, please!” Monique cried as she struggled to rip off the bracelet. “I know him, please! This isn’t for him!” The damn bracelet would not tear off! It gave way just as Cal wrestled free of the goons and launched at her.
“Monique. Monique. Monique.” Cal couldn’t stop saying her name as he stood in the middle of the crowd holding her off the ground with his face buried in her neck. He moved to hold her at arm’s length just to study her face.
“You were the dom in the scene!” She said with astonishment. She felt she should have recognized his jawline alone.
“I’ve been looking for you in clubs all over the state.” He pulled her in close to feel her body pressed to his. “This is my home club. Searching everywhere, I found you here.”
“I looked for you, too. Had given up hope.”
“Let’s try the bar. We can sit and talk for a few minutes.” Cal took her hand and led her in that direction.
“Can we leave instead? Drinks someplace more quiet or we can go back to my place.”
“Your place? You know what will happen if we return to your place.” It was a statement, not a question, and Monique swooned a bit at his words.
After a tight swallow, she found her voice. “I know what will happen.”
“Did you like what you saw tonight?” Cal observed her eyes for any signs of doubt.
She watched mesmerized as the smitten man morphed back into the commanding dom before her eyes. A flush suffused her neck and face, and her panties dampened. “I liked it, but not when you scared her.” Might as well be honest.
“She likes a bit of fear with someone she trusts. I was only giving her what she needed. I will give you what you need, Monique.” He devoured her, his predatory gaze moving from her hair to her toes.
Monique’s nipples pebbled under his perusal, and her entire body flushed with arousal. “Let’s go back to my place.”
“Lead the way,” he said, sweeping his arm towards the door.
A quick text to her driver and a black sedan pulled up only moments after they exited the club. Monique grabbed the door handle out of habit. Another man would have snatched it away. Cal waited and climbed in after her.
“You looked for me?” Cal asked. He sat sideways in the back seat and stared at Monique, who sat facing forward with her knees together.
Monique chuckled. “Yeah. I stalked you. Clubs, the internet. I gave up, and you appeared.”
“I couldn’t stop thinking about you afterwards. I will tell you how to show me you missed me when we get to your place.” Cal said in a low tone.
Monique shivered at the command hidden in his words. Already he was proving himself to be the man she suspected he was – not in any way needing to display his dominance in public. They were in her car, with her driver, and unlike previous lovers, he was not making an ass of himself by pawing her or degrading her in front of her employee.
“Your phone number so that I can enter it in my phone?” Cal asked, and she rattled off her number.
How long until we reach your place?
10-15 min
Take off your panties.
No. My driver will notice.
You can find a way. Before the drive ends. Do it.
Monique stared at him defiantly. He held her gaze, his mouth lifting in an adorable smirk. He shook his head and the hand that laid on her thigh waved a finger back and forth saying “naughty, naughty.” The lovely bulge between his legs, combined with his commanding text, had her wet. Shimmying the side of her skirt high on her thigh, she bent over, pretending to dig for something in her bag.
Stepping out of the lace bikinis, she lifted back up to find Cal’s hand outstretched and demanding a handover. She obliged him. He rubbed his hands on the crotch, then wiped them under his nose before putting the panties in his pocket. His smile broadened.
Tantalizing scent. Can’t wait to taste.
The car seat is cold.
You are hot enough already.
Sweet talker.
Can’t wait to fuck you. How much longer?
5 minutes. You’ll survive. 😉
Lick your lips.
Monique didn’t have to act, she just pictured Cal naked. Pictured his perfect cock with pre-cum dripping from the head and her mouth watered. She let her hunger shine out from her eyes as she bit her bottom lip and then ran her tongue across the spot.
“How much longer?” Cal growled.
“Only a block or two,” Monique whispered.
The driver pulled up to the Monarch luxury condos, and the doorman strode forward to open the curbside door.
“Ms. Peters, welcome home,” said the doorman with a slight dip of his chin.
“Thank you, Alec.”
She strode with quick strides to the bank of elevators with every expectation the Cal would keep up. Cal hardened at the power and control she exuded. She was glorious. He noticed her hair was shorter and curlier, but her body was unchanged; curves in all the right places, her ass a work of art. He followed her into the elevator and stood away from her. Eyes closed, he tried to calm his breathing. Hand in his pocket, he fiddled with her panties, studying the lace on the edges and the dampness in the crotch.
“How can he be so calm?” Monique thought, watching the elevator numbers count up to her floor. Glancing back at him, she noted the bulge in his trousers. Not unaffected then. She closed her own eyes, thinking back on how his hands felt. The heat of them in that otherwise cold room. His intense gaze as he watched her passion play out on her face, and dear god, the noises he made. The hums of satisfaction when she gasped, the short words of encouragement, urging and abandonment that kept her writhing as much as his strokes and kisses.
Her breathing was ragged, but Cal unlocked the door after taking the keys out of her shaking hands. He put her keys in the basket on the door-side table and thought he’d done it hundreds of times. Inside her home, she could almost feel the internal walls coming down as she morphed from predator to prey. His hungry gaze down her body gave her a whole-body shiver.
“Back against the door. Hands at your side,” Cal ordered in a whiskey-smooth voice. Her head tilted to give him access as his finger pressed just behind her ear and traced a path down her neck, between her breasts and then curved under her right breast, back up to her shoulder and then down to her wrist.
Lifting her hand to his mouth, he placed light kisses on the center of her palm and then pulled the hand across her body to turn her. Cheek pressed to the door. He lifted both hands above her head.
“Keep them there,” he instructed, cutting her off when she tried to speak.
A hand on each thigh, Cal shimmied her skirt up to her waist while kissing and nipping along her neck and shoulder. Her breasts felt tight and heavy in her bra, her hard, sensitive nipples firing electric bolts to her pussy when he pressed her into the door and she felt his bulge on her ass.
Nibbling and licking his way down her neck, Cal whispered her name over and over. “I am going to fuck you so hard, my lovely, so hard. I can’t be gentle this time.”
“Whatever you want, Cal. Take me.”
The words of surrender broke Cal’s control, and he began ripping the dress from her body, using one hand, but then stepping back so that he could rend the final bits of fabric from her body with both hands. He looked at her, chest heaving, then ground his erection into her backside, stroking up her arms before pulling them back to her sides. The rhythm, heat, and hardness grinding against her had Monique moaning and her pussy pulsing.
Cal flipped her around to face him and watched her chest rise and fall. The swell of her breasts in the lacy tan bra, a fabulous contract to her skin, was riveting. Her nipples jutted out, the darker color of her areola making them stand out more intensely. “Fuck.” Cal muttered as he undid his zipper, releasing his cock and taking it in hand.
Monique looked down and licked her lips at the sight of him. Pants hanging from his hips, framing his erection as a gift. She lifted her eyes to meet Cal’s, and she saw a matching hunger in him. Maintaining the slow stroking of his cock, he leaned down to suck on a nipple, biting the nub just hard enough to garner a squeak from his prey.
One hand moved high above Monique on the door and he pressed his body to her side. “We haven’t gotten past the door,” she thought. He drew a whole body shiver from her when his other hand traced from her earlobe, down her neck, around the side of her breast and straight down to her pussy. He wasted no time and drove two fingers into her, curling them and pulling upwards. The grip hit her g-spot, put pressure on her clit and slid her entire body up the door with its strength.
She screamed and spewed incoherent word and noises as he began a fast-paced and brutal fucking of her with his hand. It was less than a minute before she was coming, the wave cresting over and over her and obliterating her sight. She was nothing but the overwhelming orgasm. He lifted her into his arms when her legs gave out in the aftermath.
“God, you are fucking stunning when you come.” He moved towards what he assumed was the bedroom, but figured any surface would suffice at this point. “You wreck me.” Kiss to her neck. “Never thought I would find you.” Kiss to her temple. “Can’t believe you are hotter than my fantasies.” Kiss on her lips, sensuous and strong, causing her to moan again.
Finding a bedroom, he laid her on the bed and started digging in drawers. On the fourth attempt, he found scarves and pulled out several. Looking at the bed, he was disappointed him he couldn’t tie her hands to it. He changed plans as he strode back to her, dropping his pants to the floor on the way.
Cal crawling across the bed, scarves in hand and a predatory gleam in his eyes, triggered a new wave of juices in Monique’s pussy. He pulled her up to her knees. “Hand’s here in front.” He commanded. The scarf was soft, but he tied it hard and tight in a pattern she could not escape. “Work my cock.”
Monique had to maneuver her body to stoke his cock with her bound hands. She worked him dry at first as he worked to remove his shirt. He paused in undoing the buttons when she worked pre-cum from the head and then leaned over to add her own spit to create a nice, slippery terrain for her hands. When things dried out, she followed her desires and licked him from root to tip.
Cal closed his eyes and appreciated the feel of her hands on his erection. It pulsed and twitched in her hands, but he had to look at her when he felt her tongue slide up his length. “Monique. Fuck.”
“Had to taste you. You’re so hard. So long, so thick. My pussy has longed for you, Cal. I have longed for you.” Monique licked and sucked between each statement.
Cal picked her up with ease and moved her to her back, pushing her hands above her head and pushed her open at the knees.
“Oh, fuck yes.” His display of raw physical strength sent another rush of arousal through her.
Cal entered her in one hard thrust, making her cry out, but then he stopped, balls deep, and let her adjust to him. Her pussy rippled around his cock and while he started out slow, he lost control almost immediately as his body took over, causing him to drive into her at a frantic pace. The sound of her head banging the headboard didn’t register; he slated the hunger that had plagued him. His climax erupted from him with a roar and he felt her come seconds after he did, the pulsing of her walls almost painful in the aftermath of his climax.
He became aware enough to pull her down and away from the headboard, thinking it looked uncomfortable, but the blissful, empty look on her face suggested she wasn’t feeling much pain at this point. It thrilled his inner master to bring her pleasure as he took his own. He pulled up the blanket folded at the end of the bed, covered them both, curled around her and fell asleep.