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“Ah, ah, ah. You forgot
something.”

“What?” she snapped.

“Hands behind your back,” he demanded.

Gritting her teeth, Holly put her
hands behind her back and waited as Justin bound her wrists together. His
fingers lingered over her bare buttocks and she fought the urge to kick back at
him. Once she was restrained, he wrapped his hand around her elbow and led her
through the club.

Holly kept her gaze on the
ground, more in an effort to disguise her nervousness rather than look
submissive but she hoped it worked. She just
had
to please this man. He
would be her ticket out of this hellhole. She peeked at the woman that
currently occupied the stage as her screams of pleasure breeched the thumping
music. Holly felt her pussy moisten as she watched a fierce looking Dom pound
his cock into her.
What must it be like
, she wondered,
to
feel
that much pleasure?

Her pulse throbbed in her temple
as Justin led her over to one of the private booths. She doubted she would ever
know. She was pretty certain pain did nothing for her and her one boyfriend had
never made her scream. She suspected her body wasn’t capable of such things.

Drawing back the curtain, Justin
thrust her through it before closing it behind them. Holly blinked in the
dimness but kept her gaze on the black shiny floor. Long, suit-cladded legs sat
casually in front of her and his shoes were almost as shiny as the floor.
Several other sets of male legs sat around the booth but she could see no other
women. Her chest tightened. She was the only one.

Justin gave her a little push
forwards and she stood meekly as the thud of the music echoed in time with her
heartbeat.

“What’s your name?” said a deep
voice that reverberated through her body.

Startled by his question, Holly
brought her gaze up and gasped. The man’s short blonde hair was carefully
styled and set off the deep tan of his skin, and his blue eyes stood out even
in the dim light of the club. He had to be the sexiest man she’d ever seen.

Blinking, she realised he was
still waiting for an answer. “H-Holly, Sir,” she answered before lowering her
head once more.

“Look at me, Holly,” he demanded
lightly.

Bringing her head up cautiously,
she felt her stomach twist as his blue eyes trailed over her face and down her
body.

“You’re very beautiful,” he told
her with a smile.

Gulping, she nodded slowly, not
trusting her voice to work. He was entirely unlike she’d expected. She thought
he’d be like the other Doms, commanding and fierce but there was a gently
dominant air about him. His intense stare made her knees wobble.

“Come here, Holly.” He held out a
hand.

Edging forwards, she came to
stand in front of him, her heart racheting as a large hand came upon her hip.
He coaxed her around until her arse was directly in front of his face. She
heard some murmurs of approval but the man didn’t say anything as he followed
the strips of latex across her cheeks. He traced underneath each buttock, his
finger dancing agonisingly close to her pussy. She’d been worried about being
dry for him, but his warm hands sent a flood of arousal to her sex.

His finger finally swept softly
over her wet heat and she fought the urge to buck against him. A hand came upon
her back and urged her to bend over. Holly obliged, holding a breath. Justin
ogled her, ruining the moment and she closed her eyes and concentrated on the
man’s fingers as they spread her folds, pulling back her hood and brushing over
her clit. It pulsed and she trembled slightly.

He plunged his finger suddenly
into her cunt and she bit at her lip as her sheath clamped down on it. He
withdrew far too quickly for her liking and the hand came back onto her hip,
urging her to straighten and turn back to face him.

“Do you like being a sub, Holly?”

Glancing warily at Justin, she
nodded. “Y-yes, Sir.”

“What do you like about it?”

Holly chewed at her lip. God,
what was this? An inquisition? She racked her brain in search of the right
answer. She’d been around enough subs to know what it was they loved, surely?

“Um…I-I like pleasing my master,
Sir.”

His expression didn’t change, the
same warm smile remained and she couldn’t tell if he was pleased with her
answer or not.

“Do you like pain?”

“If my master does, Sir,” she
answered with a little more confidence this time. She’d heard one of the women
saying the same thing before.

He nodded slowly and his grin expanded.
“Get on your knees, Holly.”

Holly obliged, coming quickly to
her knees, trying not to wince as she struggled to edge down carefully with her
hands bound behind her back. Shuffling forwards, she kneeled in front of him,
waiting.

A hand came to her cheek and she
fought the urge to burrow into the odd comfort it offered. God, she’s never
been so confused. She’d expected to be scared, not comforted by the man that
wanted to dominate her.

“Are you a new sub?” he asked and
then held up his hand as she opened her mouth to answer. “And the truth please.
I expect total honesty from my subs.”

Holly paused, debating whether to
tell him the truth. She was a terrible liar. “I’m a new sub, Sir,” she
confirmed. It was partially true, at least.

The man’s lips tilted and Holly
was struck by the need to feel them upon her skin. His thumb swept over her own
parted lips and she wondered if he was thinking the same. A cough sounded from
somewhere and Holly suddenly remembered they weren’t alone.

“Thank you for your honesty.”

Her lips curved upwards
tentatively and he leant over and pressed a butterfly-like kiss to her mouth,
as if rewarding her.

He broke the gentle kiss all too
soon and leant back, his hand coming to his trousers. Unbuttoning them, the
sound of his zip rasped through the air and her eyes widened as he freed his
cock from his briefs.

“Show me what you can do, Holly.”

She gaped at the big dick in
front of her, overtaken by the need to taste it. The music and the people surrounding
her all seemed to dissolve into the background and there was only her and this
gorgeous man.

Bending forwards, she licked
gingerly at his velvety head. The tang of his cock sent a pulse of need to her
pussy and Holly marvelled at the strange sensation. As his fingers delved into
her hair and urged her down, she parted her lips and took him into her mouth,
relishing his hardness against her tongue.

He pressed her further down ,
making her gag before dragging her up and repeating the movement. He did it
again and again, each time bringing her down with more force. Holly became lost
in the rhythm, his male groans spurring her on to do better each time, to take
him further and harder with each thrust. His cock tensed in her mouth and she
squealed in surprise as he pressed her down and filled her mouth with his hot
cum. She struggled to swallow it all but she gulped down what she could, aware
that her future all depended on this one blowjob.

With a few jerky movements, he
emptied himself completely and Holly licked at his cock, grimacing as she spied
cum on his trousers. She knew enough about Doms to realise that that was
definitely a punishable offence.

She drew her head up and bit at
her lip as she awaited his verdict. He tucked himself back in and eyed her with
a veiled expression, the gentle smile still playing on his lips.

“You need work,” he told her and
Holly’s heart sank, “but you’re keen to please and I love that you blush when I
praise you. It’s very charming.”

Holly tried to prevent the smile
that expanded across her face, aware she was probably beaming like a fool but
she couldn’t help it. And a pang of realisation struck her - this was no longer
just about her chance at freedom, it was about spending more time with this
man. She was willing to bet she’d put up with an awful lot to just have a
couple more hours with him.

“Thank you, Sir,” she breathed.

“My name is Daniel.”

“Oh.”

“You may call me by my name,
Holly,” he said with a chuckle.

“Oh.” She blinked. “I mean, thank
you, Daniel.” He sure was the most unusual Dom she’d ever met.

He nodded to someone behind her
and Justin hauled her to her feet.

“Take Holly to my room,” Daniel
said to Justin.

She stole a quick glance at
Daniel as Justin led her away and a bright bubble of hope arose in her chest as
his bright eyes followed her progress. Maybe, just maybe, her first session as
a sub wouldn’t be as bad as she’d thought.

***

Justin unlocked the
door to the Penthouse Playroom. Holly had been in the room before while working
for her uncle, but tonight it was different. Tonight, the hook hanging from the
ceiling and the x-frame and the sex swing and the wall restraints all bore down
upon her with an ominous quality.

The room screamed sex
with its low lightning and expensive décor. Pricey erotic prints and luxurious
designer bedding completed the effect. Her uncle had a rich clientele and only
the best would do for them.

Her stomach knotted
as Justin shoved her towards the centre of the room, positioning her under the
large metal hook.  “That was quite a show you put on there,” Justin sneered.

“Whatever, Justin,”
she said dismissively. “Where do you want me?”

He laughed. “I
want
you on my cock. But yer uncle will have my head if I fuck you before Mr
Armstrong has had his turn.” He came around behind her and took the restraints
off her wrist. “Maybe later, eh, darling?”

“No way. As soon as
this is over, I’m out of here. I wouldn’t sleep with you for anything.”

“But you’ll sleep
with this guy for twenty K?” Justin strolled casually away as she rubbed at her
wrists and watched as he yanked some restraints out of the chest at the end of
the bed.

Holly drew her chin
up. “If it gets me out of here, yes.”

“Face it, Hol, yer
whoring yourself out. Don’t put on the high and mighty act, ‘cause it don’t
work.”

“Shut up,” she
muttered as he grasped her wrists and put them above her head. But he was
right, wasn’t he? So why did the thought of being Daniel’s whore excite her so
much? She could already feel the dampness gathering between her thighs, mingling
with the confusing concoction of fear and excitement.

He wrapped the
restraints around her wrists and slid them over the hook, giving it a tug
before stepping back and admiring his work. He rubbed at his chin and then
stepped forwards, yanking down the zip at the front of her dress as she gasped.

Tilting his head, he
studied her again, his gaze lingering on her partially revealed breasts. He
skimmed a finger quickly over her cleavage and she jumped back, her wrists
jerking against the restraints.

“Ah, Hol, what I
wouldn’t give to be in the room when he breaks you.”

The knot in her
stomach tightened as she considered his words before glancing up at the hook
that she hung from. What had she let herself in for?

“Well, have fun!”
Justin flashed her a grin, flicking a finger under her chin before leaving the
room and shutting the door.

Sweat prickled over
Holly’s neck as she attempted to control her breathing. Had Justin been right
when he said Daniel would break her? Was that calm, friendly attitude just a
façade to knock down her resistance? The image of his bright blue eyes lingered
in her memory and her breathing eased. He’d wanted her to be upfront with him
and he’d been pleased with her honesty. Well, almost honesty. He didn’t need to
know all the sordid details of her depressing life. But she was sure she could
trust him.

Her heart skipped as
she heard footsteps outside. She strained to listen but when no one came
through the door, she relaxed against her restraints. Abruptly, the door
slammed open and Daniel stepped swiftly into the room.

Shutting the door
gently behind him, he turned to face her, his gaze tracing every inch of her
with leisure. Holly felt her pussy twitch and swell in response and she
struggled to breathe as he shrugged off his suit jacket and laid it over a
chair. He rolled his neck and she watched the muscles undulate beneath his
shirt.

Yanking off his tie,
he laid it over his jacket and popped open a few buttons, revealing a hint of
tanned skin. Holly’s body tightened with longing.

“I’m glad I came
here,” he told her as he moved over to her. “I’m glad I found you.”

A glow alighted in
her heart and as much as she tried to quash it, it spread throughout her. His
expression became serious suddenly as he stopped in front of her. Holly
wrestled the impulse to chuck herself against the restraints and into his arms.

“I expect full obedience,
and total honesty. If you have any doubts, then you need to tell me now and
I’ll release you.”

Doubts? Did she have
any doubts? Hell, of course she did. She doubted she could live up to his expectations.
She doubted she could tolerate any pain. She doubted she could offer him
complete honesty. He would probably turn her away if he knew the full truth and
then she would never be free of her uncle’s grasp.

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