“You’re safe now, honey, it’s all over, it’s okay,” I said softly. She took a few deep breaths and began to calm down in earnest. Her wounds were still oozing a little blood but Felice’s and my first-aid care seemed to be helping. My first instinct had been to call an ambulance, but now that she’d settled down and let us treat her I was fairly certain that wasn’t necessary and Jake didn’t need that kind of negative publicity for the club.
“Take Bert and his shirt to my office,” I heard Jake direct. “Try to be discreet, but don’t let him get away.”
“You got it, Boss,” Tommy replied. Darren picked up Bert’s shirt from where he’d dropped it and the two security men led Bert, now unresisting, out the dungeon door. Jake walked over and looked at Joyce’s ass more carefully.
“She’ll be okay,” he concluded. “It’ll be a few days, possibly even a couple of weeks, but I think she’ll heal completely without any scarring.”
Felice nodded her agreement without stopping what she was doing, and he turned to me. “Go get Sara. Bert’s wife’s name is Brittany, and Sara can help you find her. Bring her to the office and we’ll wrap this sorry episode up.”
“Yes, Sir,” I said, and he and I walked out of the dungeon. He closed the door and we went in different directions.
Sara helped me find Brittany, and when I arrived at Jake’s office with her in tow he was standing in the middle of the room, slowly shaking his head. Brittany’s hair was tousled and her lipstick was smeared; she’d dressed quickly after I’d had to interrupt her in flagrante delicto. She marched up to Bert with a look that shifted between determination and disgust, and when she got to him she landed a roundhouse slap to his face.
“What have you done, asshole?” she snarled. Bert just turned away, embarrassed by everything that had occurred, by his wife’s comment, or both. “What did he do?” she demanded of Jake.
“He was flogging Joyce and he ignored her safeword,” he told her. “He was pretty out of it when my guys got to him and stopped him.”
“Oh, shit. I was with Joyce’s husband when Hailey came to get me. Bert got those pain pills when he hurt his back, but I had no idea he was using them recreationally.”
“Well, he won’t be using them here any more, I’m revoking his membership. Ignoring a safeword is an unforgivable error.”
“I know.” Brittany put her hands over her face and started crying. “I so love coming here; I’m really going to miss this place.”
I felt sorry for her; she was clearly an innocent victim of her husband’s stupidity, and Jake apparently felt the same way. “I’m banning Bert, Brittany, but if you find a man you want to swing with I’ll vet him and interview the two of you as a potential member couple.”
“Oh, God, thank you, Jake,” she whispered, and she put her arms around him and cried into his shirt. “It’ll be a long time before Bert gets any from me, but I have needs and desires and I’m sure I’ll be able to find someone compatible.” She released him from her hug and went back to her husband, who was simply standing in place and looking dejected. “Put your shirt on, you dumb douche-bag, and let’s get out of here.”
He slowly complied, and as they left he reached for her and she angrily slapped his hand away.
“Okay, that’s that,” Jake said wearily. “Let’s all get back to normal. One of you guys find Joyce’s husband and take him to her.”
“Will do, Boss,” Darren said, and I embraced and kissed Jake as the two men left the office.
“That was very generous of you,” I said.
“She’s an attractive and uninhibited woman, and there’s no reason to lose her as a member just because her husband screwed up. I’m sure she’ll be able to find a man she wants to swing with.”
“I think you’re right. Would you like to be with her?” I asked slyly.
“I wouldn’t push her away, but from what I’ve seen she’s not really my type.”
“And what is your type?”
“You’re my type.”
“And what type is that?” I asked saucily.
He playfully swatted my ass. “Slutty and submissive.”
– – – – –
“God … just a little bit more, baby,” I moaned. My hands were on Jake’s muscled chest as I ground my vagina into his thick cock as I rode him. We were in his office, on the couch that he’d opened out into a bed. This had always been my favorite position; I controlled the angle and the pace and it was very easy for me to release. My sweat was sensually dripping onto his body and I heard his breathing change. Just as my orgasm rocked my body I felt him shoot deep into my womb. I collapsed on top of him and we wrapped our arms around each other and struggled to catch our breaths. I gently kissed his neck and licked a little of the sweat from his skin.
When I looked into his eyes, he seemed a little distant and I knew something was on his mind. “Whatcha thinking about?” I said, trying to subtly draw him out.
“I’m thinking about what happened tonight,” he said solemnly.
“It was horrible, all of it.”
“Yes, it was. It’s my job to keep everyone safe while they’re here, and tonight I didn’t.”
My eyes widened. “None of that was your fault, you know that, right?”
“I know, but that doesn’t make me feel any better.”
At times he got a little dark like this, especially when it came to his club and the members. “Maybe you just need to drug-test everyone before they get past reception,” I teased.
He laughed. “Yeah, I don’t think I can do that.” He thought for a moment. “The guys handled it great and got there very quickly. I’m just not sure what any of us could have done differently to prevent it.”
“I guess things like this happen.” When Jake and I had our dungeon scene and he collared me, at no time did I ever think that my safety was at risk. I trusted Jake and knew that he’d never harm me. However, I was beginning to realize just how dangerous this type of play could be if the top wasn’t in control of himself and the scene. “I’m glad that you’re going to let Brittany remain a member of the club and that you didn’t punish her because of something her husband did.”
“Yeah, none of that was her fault, and she’s very popular among the men and even some of the women here.”
“Yeah, she is … you know … kinda sexy.”
He grinned. “You’re thinking about her too, huh?” he gently teased.
I snuggled up closer to him and rested my head on his chest so I could hear and feel his strong heartbeat. “Well, you never know.” There were a few moments of comfortable silence and then I slid off of him. He pulled me close to his body and held me tight. “That couple … that swap … we watched afterwards … that was incredibly sexy.”
His face broke into a little smile. “Yeah, that was one of the hottest things I’ve seen in quite a while,” he admitted.
Before we made love we’d watched an African-American couple swap with a white couple. The foursome was in their early 30s and the black man was incredibly well-hung, even bigger than Jake, and his wife was very beautiful. The white woman was petite and she’d had quite a bit of difficulty taking him in her mouth and in her pussy. “The black woman was very pretty, huh?” I said.
“Shanice is very beautiful,” he admitted.
I knew that Jake knew all of his members’ names, but this felt like a little more. “You’ve thought about her, haven’t you?”
“I have.” He thought for a moment. “They’re just like Don and Mari in the sense that they’re very selective concerning who they swap with.” Then he added, “Also, because of his size, I think a lot of the women are … ummm … a little reluctant to be with him.”
That was understandable. I’d never really watched that much porn, but from the little I’d viewed he looked every bit as big as those massively-hung porn actors. “But you’d like to be with her?”
“I would … if the opportunity ever presented itself.”
“What do you like about her?”
“She has beautiful skin and a great body, almost as good as yours,” he teased.
Shanice’s breasts were quite a bit smaller than mine, but her perky little B-cups fit her smaller frame perfectly and she did have beautiful light-colored mocha skin. “Have you ever been with a black woman?”