Indulgence (140 page)

We sit around afterward with our wine, sipping and talking.
Finally, Jaz asks, “So do they let visitors into your club?”

“With me they will or I’ll knock some heads together!”
Reggie says, laughing into his wine glass. If he asked me to let someone in,
I’d say yes. I wouldn’t want to be on the other end of his wrath, no sir.

Jaz turns to me. “Would you like to go?”

“I sure would! Can we?”

Jaz looks at Reggie. “Tomorrow night?”

“Thursday nights are usually pretty quiet. I’m sure that
won’t be any problem at all. Let me call the manager and explain the situation
to him. Would you be willing to do a shibari demonstration?”

“Kinbaku and, yes, I’d be glad to.” Jaz turns to me. “Do you
think you can do that?”

“I’ll most certainly try but I don’t want to embarrass you.”
I’d die if he were embarrassed by me freaking out.

“You’ll do fine. I won’t do anything too terribly
restrictive, and I’ll take my time and let you take yours to settle into it.”
He looks at me and says, “I know you’re thinking about Amelie. It’s okay. I
don’t expect you to be her, Kimmie. You’re a different person, and you’ll react
differently. And we’ll adjust.” I just nod. “Good. Make the commitment, Reggie.
We’ll do it if they want.”

“Good deal. I know they’ll let you in that way. And you’ll
be able to do whatever you please after the demonstration. Do you need a third
or fourth? Because we’ve got some guys at the club who’re really good at . . .”

Jaz’s eyes flash. “No. I don’t make it a habit to share.
Ever.”

Reggie nods. “That’s cool. Just thought I’d offer.”

“Thanks, but no.” Jaz turns to me. “More wine?”

“Nah. But thanks, Sir.” I try to stifle a yawn but I can’t.

“Looks like you need to take someone back to the hotel and
put her to bed!” Reggie chuckles.

“Looks like I do! Hey, listen, thanks for dinner. And Misty,
thanks for showing Kimmie a good time. You guys got something fun to do
tomorrow?” Jaz asks her, and her face lights up.

“I think so. But she’ll have to call you several times
during the day.” She turns to Reggie. “Is that okay, Sir?”

“Perfectly okay. So you two can find your way back to the
hotel?”

“I have nav,” I say and hold up my phone.

“Then see you in the morning, Jaz.” The guys exchange
handshakes and then Reggie hugs me and Jaz hugs Misty. I like these people.
They’re comfortable to be around, friendly, warm, everything I’d want in
friends.

Friends. I have new friends. I’ve spent years with just
Michael and Robyn, too afraid and damaged to go out and meet anyone new. But
today I’ve had fun. On the way back to the hotel I tell Jaz, “They’re so nice.
I wish we lived closer.”

“Me too. But you have Michael and Robyn.”

“Oh, yes. I’d never trade them in for anything.”

He pats my thigh as he drives and I watch various landmarks
go by. St. Louis is a pretty place. I’m so happy to be here with him.

Once we’re back in the hotel, the very first thing he does
is gather me into his arms and kiss me – hard. When he pulls back and looks at
me, he grins. “God, I missed you. All I could think about today was last night.
You’re a magnificent fuck, missy.”

“You’re a magnificent fuck too, Master.” The minute the word
is out of my mouth I can feel him hardening against me. “I hope I get to
experience some of that magnificence tonight.”

“Absolutely. Got anything new for me? Did you buy me a
present?”

“Well, sort of. Wanna see?”

He laughs out loud. “Sure! Hope it’s good!”

“Oh, I think you’ll like it. I’ll just be going into the
bathroom now,” I say as I pick up my bag of new stuff. “Nothing going on in
there. Absolutely nothing.”

“Of course not.” As I walk away, he starts stripping off
clothes, and I know he’ll be naked when I come back out. And that’s fine with
me.

I get all dressed and stick my head out the bedroom door.
“Ready?”

“Um, yeah, I suppose. What am I supposed to be ready for?”

I step out of the bathroom and I get a “Sweet mother of god,
look how fuckable you are!” I just grin. I’m barefoot, and I’m wearing the
tiniest pair of little Daisy Duke shorts ever made and a red and white checked
shirt that’s tied at my midriff. My hair’s up in pigtails, and I’ve got a rope
belt around my waist. Did I mention my push-up bra? Yeah, the girls are high
and huge, and Jaz’s eyes almost pop out.

“Hey, Sir! How y’all doin’? Y’all wouldn’t know somewhere
that a little ol’ country girl could find a man, now wouldja?” I’m trying hard
not to start giggling. He’s not. He’s staring at my tits.

“I think I might know one who’d love to meet you. How ‘bout
you come on over here and let me see how purdy you are, little girl.” His
outstretched hand is met with mine, and I’m more than ready for him to take me
and tear me down with that yummy cock of his. I swear, I think he’s sexier
right now than he was the night before, if that’s possible. “Um-um-ummmm, look
at you, darlin’. You got yourself quite a rack there, don’tcha?”

I thrust my chest out. “Yes, Sir, I do. And I’m lookin’ for
a man who can handle ‘em. Know any around these parts?”

“Actually, I do. Let’s see what we got here, girly.” He
unbuttons my blouse but leaves it tied, and then pulls it open to expose my red
check bra. “Nice bra. Very nice.” He slips a hand into each cup and just hefts
my breasts out of them, leaving them supported by the cups but completely
exposed. There’s a rattle in his pocket and before I can respond, he snaps a
clover clamp on one of my nipples and I shriek. “You wanted a man, you’ve got
one. Take it like a big girl.”

“Oh, Sir, please . . .” I moan out as he clamps the second
one on. “Oh, shit! Oh, god, please . . .”

“Please what?”

“Please, Sir, jerk that chain,” I pant out.

He gives the chain a sharp tug and the clamps tighten. In
that moment, I go wet. “Yesssss,” I squeeze out.

“Down on your knees, country girl. I’m gonna fuck your face
something fierce.” I think about the exploding blow job candy I bought, but I
don’t want to stop in this moment. It’s too good. “Take off that belt,” he
barks, so I untie it and hand it to him. He moves in behind me and ties my
wrists together with the rope run through the back belt loop. “There. At my
mercy, and I have very little,” he lets out in a menacing whisper. “Open wide
and take this cock, girl.”

Straight down my throat. I cough the first time, but after
that, I’m fine. I add in a little hum and he really gets into it, his hands
tangled in my hair and his face a study in ecstasy. This is what I live for.
This is what I want. Being used is my calling
if
I’m being used by a man
I know cares for me. I’m lost in thought, my nipples tingling and my pussy
dripping. Pulled out of my reverie by his voice, he growls out, “Take my
offering, submissive. Swallow it down.” In a split second, my throat is flooded
and he lodges his cock in it, grinding in and then holding still.

I don’t fight him. I can’t breathe, and it’s okay. Things
start to get very, very dark, and then suddenly I’m gasping as he pulls out. As
soon as I’ve caught my breath, he slaps me – not hard, just a wake-up call kind
of slap. A groan escapes my lips. “Had enough yet?” he asks, and he’s answered
with the shaking of my head. “Is that right?” Leaning down, he grabs the chain
on the clover clamps and gives it a sharp jerk, enough to make me squeal. “I
think we need to play rough tonight, don’t you?”

“Yes, Sir. Please.”

“Good deal. Tonight I own your body. It’s mine to play with
however I want, and I want to give you a reminder of who you belong to.” This
isn’t the Jaz who usually plays so sweetly with me, and I like it. “Get up off
your knees,” he orders, and helps me by pulling upward hard on the chain. That
makes me almost leap to my feet, which is difficult, seeing as how my hands are
tied. “To the bed. Lean over it.” He doesn’t join me, and I hear him rustling
around – the gig bag. When he comes back, he reaches around me, unbuttons and
unzips the shorts, and pulls them down and off. Something is rubbed all over my
ass, and I recognize the scent of the lavender oil from before. As soon as he
stops rubbing, he says simply, “I can’t wait to see your ass red.” The next
sound I hear is the swish of a flogger’s falls, and then he makes contact.

There’s no way to hold it back – I yelp. The pain takes me
completely by surprise, and it warms me from head to toe. The strikes keep
coming, and I’m shocked that Jaz would do this, even though I need it. What the
hell’s gotten into him? Mind you, I’m not complaining, not one bit. It just
seems so out of character for him, and yet I’m so excited I can barely breathe.
By the time the last strike hits, I’m a panting, wriggling, writhing mess.

He follows with, “I really think it’s time we did something
different, don’t you?”

I have no idea what he means, but yeah, bring it. “Yes, Sir.
I’m here for your use.”

“Good. Stay put.” I feel him step away and then he’s back,
and there are two snaps – one of latex, and one of a bottle cap. And I know
what he’s about to do. This will be it, the final frontier of our sexual realm,
and he’s about to explore it. I can’t wait. God, I wish I’d known he wanted to
do this so I could’ve done some prep, but I have to trust that whatever
happens, it’ll be okay. “Kimmie, safeword?”

“Pickle, Sir.”

“Very good. If you need it, use it, but I hope you won’t.”
The trickle of lube is cold, and I wait expectantly while he works it into my
rosette. I wasn’t sure this was something he’d ever want – we’ve never talked
about it – but looks like it is, and that’s fine with me. And just like in the
men’s room that day, he orders, “Not one sound. You’ll be punished for non-compliance.”
It crosses my mind to defy just to be punished, but this all seems so odd for
him that, on second thought, defiance might not be the best idea.

And then he shoves in. Maybe shove isn’t the best word; he
does take his time with the first two strokes, but after that, it’s game on.
Jaz isn’t the largest guy I’ve ever been with, but he’s plenty big enough, just
a bit above average, and I’m having trouble staying quiet. Most of the guys
I’ve done anal with wanted me screaming, so this seems even more odd than
before. I really can’t figure out what’s going on with him, but I’m turned on
to a fucktastic level, so I decide to get into it and worry about the emotional
stuff later.

That’s when I realize: He hasn’t made a sound either. Not
one peep except to direct me. After about ten more strokes, he grabs my hair
and leans back into it, pulling my head up more than enough to restrict my
airway. The only way I can describe this ass fucking is aggressive. He’s not
intentionally trying to hurt me, but he’s not intentionally trying not to
either, just pounding away like there’s no tomorrow. Because of the scars and
curves, his cock is challenging for this. It’s rubbing every spot I need it to,
and I want so badly to come that I can’t stand it, but I don’t think I can.
It’s just not possible. I know my juices are running down my legs and there’s
nothing I can do about it except ride it out. I’m about to just give up when he
stops, his shaft buried in my ass, his tight, full balls against my pussy, and
leans around me. Oh, god, is he going to do what I think he’s going to do?

He absolutely is. Finding my hot spot, he strokes like a
maniac and pretty soon I’m wishing I could cry out. The orgasm isn’t pleasant;
it’s violent and over-the-top intense, and I jerk and convulse with
out-of-control spasms. He just keeps stroking wildly, and I feel another one
coming right behind the first. The second one is just downright scary and
crazy, and I’m losing my battle to stay on my feet. Just as the realization
hits that I’m going down onto my knees, he stops stroking my clit and starts
pounding my ass again.

I shudder and come, and he just keeps going. He wrings at
least three climaxes out of me just from the stroking of my G-spot through that
thin membrane that separates my pussy and my ass. For me, the question becomes
how long he can keep it up – literally. He’s got great staying power, but this
is unlike anything I’ve ever seen. He goes on and on and I find myself lifting
off into subspace, drifting along as I wait for the next orgasm to hit and for
him to finally come.

His climax brings my flight to a plummeting halt. In all the
years I’ve spent in the lifestyle and all the things I’ve done, I’ve never
known a man to have an orgasm like that. He turns loose of my hair, grips my hips,
and bows his back over me, hunching me like a maniac, like some kind of wild
animal.

Through it all, he’s never made a sound. Finally still, he
rises up behind me and I can feel him trembling, hear him panting. Then he
pulls out of me, unties my hands, and simply says, “Go shower.” That’s all.
It’s all I can do to straighten up and, when I do, it’s to watch him strip off
his condom, pull on his shorts, and walk slowly out onto the balcony.

Too weird. I really don’t understand what’s going on, so I
head on into the bathroom, take off my shirt and bra, and climb in. Other than
the butt plug that one night, it’s been a long time since anyone fucked my ass,
and that tiny little ring is now on fire and sore. Once I’ve washed it gingerly
with some antibacterial soap, I take my usual shower, dry off, comb out my
hair, and wrap a towel around it. To my amusement, there
is
one of those
fluffy, white robes on the back of the bathroom door, but I bypass it and
instead walk out into the suite naked.

Through the sheer draperies, I can see him, still sitting in
one of the chairs on the balcony, and I tiptoe out that direction. He never
told me I could talk yet, so I’m not sure what to do. I decide to do the one
thing that seems right.

Silent and waiting, I sink to my knees beside his chair in
the pose I finally developed. The concrete of the patio is rough and cold, but
I don’t care. Something’s up and I don’t know what it is, but I want to find
out. If he needs something, or someone, I want to be there. After what seems
like forever, he whispers out, “I’m sorry, Kimmie.” Apparently he realizes why
I’m not responding and he says, “It’s okay. You can talk now.”