𝘉𝘪 𝘤𝘰𝘸<3👆
𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘹𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘍𝘙𝘐𝘊𝘒𝘌𝘕 𝘈𝘋𝘖𝘙𝘈𝘉𝘓𝘌.
𝘊𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘉𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘹𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘊𝘢𝘭𝘧
𝘕𝘰𝘸 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 ;)
𝘉𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥: 𝘚𝘢𝘮 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺 20'𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘎𝘢𝘣𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘥-30'𝘴. 𝘚𝘢𝘮 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘉𝘋𝘚𝘔 𝘣𝘢𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘶𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵.
𝘒𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵
◇𝖬𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝖪𝗂𝗇𝗄
◇𝖡𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗀𝖾
◇𝖮𝗋𝗀𝖺𝗌𝖺𝗆 𝖣𝖾𝗇𝗂𝖺𝗅
𝘚𝘢𝘮'𝘴 𝘗𝘖𝘝
I down my second drink of the night squeezing my eyes shut at the burning sensation in the back of my throat that I've come to love.
"Another, please." I push my now empty glass to the waitress, she glances me up and down before grabbing the cup and turning her back.
I glance around the odd bar, people were dressed in leather and lace, some of them nothing. I've never been to a bar like this but it intrigued me, why? I don't know.
My eyes catch a brunette from a few feet away her top half was completely bare and she wore a pair of red lace underwear that barely covered her area.
A man sat next to her one of his arms around her waist as she sat on his lap. The brunette catches my stare and squirms slightly.
"I wouldn't stare too long," a soft, low voice says from beside me.
I turned and saw a woman with curly blonde hair and crystal blue eyes that looked like they knew every bad thing I'd ever done in my life.
She was dressed in a black leather skirt and a black lace bralette with a black leather jacket to top it off.
Normally I would say nobody could pull off leather, or all-black, but this woman might change my mind.
"Why's that?" I ask cockily.
The woman just grins as the bartender brings over my drink, I reach for it only to have the woman take it, her painted red lips touch the glass delicately as she takes a sip maintaining eye contact with me as she does so.
She puts the glass on the table and nods her head forward "You're about to find out," she mumbles quietly.
I open my mouth to speak when a hand on my shoulder stops me. I turn to see the guy who the brunette is sitting on.
He looked like someone just pissed in his cereal, in other words, pissed the fuck off.
"Do you have a problem?" He hisses.
I scrunch my eyebrows in confusion.
"No, I-"
"If you don't stop staring at my sub like she's a piece of meat, I'll knock your teeth out." He threatens.
I glance back at the woman for a split second, for help, but she only looks at my glass she has a small and almost unnoticeable smirk making its way onto her face.
"Hey, do we understand each other?" The guy asks.
"Yep, sorry," I answer.
He lets go of my shoulder and starts walking away glancing at the woman for a split second who only shrugs before he walks off.
I turn to the woman "What the hell was his problem?"
She takes another sip of my drink and shrugs. "You made his sub uncomfortable," she answers like it was the easiest answer in the world.
"Sub? What's a sub? And that's my drink." I snatch the glass cup from the woman who only smirks a soft chuckle leaving her lips.
"I'm going to make a wild guess and say it's your first time in a place like this?" She gestures to the room.
I look around and nod my head "Yeah. How'd you know?"
"The fact you don't know what a sub is," She shrugs. "And the way you've spoken."
"Way I've spoken?" I repeat.
She nods her pricing blue eyes meeting my green ones, I squirm slightly in my seat, how could I not? I felt like I was being interrogated by just looking at this woman. This causes her to smirk.
"Nobody in their right mind talks back or speaks disrespectfully to a Dom, not in here." She explains.
I was still confused as hell.
"What's a Dom? And a sub? And what is this place?" I start firing off questions. She thinks for a minute before answering.
"A Dom is like a protector or leader. A sub is someone who follows the Dom and submits to them hence why it's called being a sub. And this place is a BDSM club." She explains.
I raise my eyebrow this lady sounds batshit crazy.
"BDSM stands for Bondage, Dominate, Submissive, and Masochism." She answers the unasked question.
"So it's like a sex club?" I ask.
"Something like that," she mumbles.
I roll my eyes, great just great. First the bullshit with my dad now I've stumbled my dumbass into a weird ass sex club, good going Sam.
"So what are you a dom?" I grin jokingly.
"Actually yes, I am, a very respected one around here. One that nobody would dream of disrespecting." She answers her eyes narrowing.
"Oh-,"
"Do you want to know why that is?" She hums.
I nod my eyes staring into hers.
"Because I don't care who you are or what your status is if someone disrespects me, I'll have them begging for mercy." She murmurs.
I gulp.
"You better count yourself lucky, boy." She hums.
"Lucky? How the hell am I lucky?" I ask.
"Because if you were my sub, you wouldn't be running that bratty mouth of yours." She answers.
What the hell does that mean?
Why did that make my stomach flip?
"What are you doing here anyways, this doesn't seem like your type of scene." The blonde speaks up.
"My 46-year-old dad got with my 22-year-old ex-girlfriend," I answer.
"Ouch," she sucks in a breath.
"Yeah tell me about it," I scoff.
"So how old are you?" She asks.
"Twenty-four, you?" I ask.
"Thirty-three," she answers, it goes silent again.
"I'm Gaby," she speaks breaking the silence.
"Sam," I answer.
"So are you hear to find a dom now that you know or just hanging around?" Gaby asks.
"How do you know I'm not a Dom looking for a sub?" I retort.
She snickers "I think I know a bratty sub when I see one." She assures me.
"I'm not a sub. Or a brat." I argue.
She hums taking her phone out, she types on it for a few seconds before giving it to me.
"BDSM test?" I read.
She nods "Let's see what you are, or if you're just vanilla." She grins cockily.
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"It's wrong," I state.
Brat and Sub
Gaby laughs taking her phone with a satisfied smirk.
"Sure it's wrong," she chuckles.
"It is, I'm the opposite of submissive and I'm not bratty I just have an opinion," I retort, and she snickers in response.
"Listen, just because nobody's tied you down doesn't mean you're not a sub." Her eyes gaze over my body hungrily before her crystal blue orbs meet my green ones.
I open my mouth to speak but words don't come out, I close my mouth again and she grins standing up.
"I wonder..." She starts her hand at the bottom of my shirt slowly going up, everywhere her finger caressed my covered skin, fire followed.
She stops at my neck wrapping her hand around it squeezing once bringing me closer to her face quickly, causing me to gasp.
"Wonder what?" I ask, though the way my voice wobbled it came out more as a whisper.
"What would happen if I were to take you to a private room in the back? Have you strip and tie you to the bed, then have my way with you." She mumbles closely to my ear before pulling away.
I squirmed slightly in my seat to hopefully hide the fact that I was aroused, she barely even touched me, it was embarrassing. I clear my throat.
"Have your way with me how?" I couldn't stop the question from slipping from my mouth.
She hums as if she were thinking about it.
"I haven't decided yet, what I'm into is far too advanced for someone like you." She replies in a taunting manner.
My eyes narrow
"Someone like me?" I repeat.
"Yes, someone like you." She sighs turning away, without thinking I grab the sleeve of her jacket.
"Wait,"
She turns back to me an innocent smile plastered on her lips, they didn't match her lustful gaze.
"Teach me,"
"Teach you?" She asks.
"Y-you said you're a good Dom,"
"I said I was respected, not good," she corrects.
"Well if you're a respected Dom that means you're good at being a Dom."
She looks at me curiously, "What exactly do you want me to teach you?"
"How to be a good sub," I respond.
"Do you know why I'm a respected Dom around here?" She questions.
I shake my head.
"Because I'm known for not being gentle, for pushing limits, and not holding back."
"Then why are you holding back right now?" I retort.
She thinks for a second before pulling out a keycard and holding it out to me.
"Last room on the left, when I get in there you better be kneeling by the bed, no clothes, you have 5 minutes." She commands.
I grab the keycard from her hands moving quickly, I could feel my dick twitch at the thought of what was going to happen.
𝘎𝘢𝘣𝘺'𝘴 𝘗𝘖𝘝
I put my blue silk robe on over the black lacey thong and bra I changed into for mine and Sam's session, if you could even call it that.
The brat has a mouth on him that was for sure, I doubt I would get far, I'm not good with beginners, especially people who just learned what BDSM was not even an hour ago.
I put my black heels back on and tie the robe looking into the full-body mirror I had in my office. I ruffle my hair a little before leaving my office and locking the door.
I walked down the hallway my heels clicking with every step, I could feel the eyes of both men and women on me but I couldn't care less, it was normal.
I make my way to the end of the hallway to the room I told Sam to wait in. I grab the spare keycard for the room seeing as how I gave Sam the other one.
I open the door and close it my eyes landing on Sam's side profile.
He was in the position I told him to be in, on his knees in front of the bed, he even had both of his hands on either of his legs, his head bowed and his eyes on the floor, it was perfect.
He glances up at me as I walk in "Did I say you could look up?" I question in a rude tone. He quickly looks back down at the ground.
"No Gaby," he answers as I take my blue robe off putting it on the floor.
"It's Mistress to you, brat."
"Yes, Mistress," he mumbles.
A grin makes its way onto my face and I hum, satisfied.
"How come you don't have to be naked, Mistress?" Sam questions.
"Eager are we?" I tease, he goes silent again
The click of my heels echoes around the quiet room, I see Sam's muscles tense. From nervousness or anticipation, I didn't know, maybe it was both.
I sit on the bed, my legs dangling off the edge in front of Sam so he sits between them. Again he tried to look up at me, this time I roughly grabbed his brown locks and shoved his head back down forcefully causing a hiss to come from his mouth.
"Before we start you need to make a safe word," I explain.
"Safe word?" Sam questions.
"It's a word that we have in case I go too far," I start, not that we probably would. "For example, if the safe word was cherry, if you wanted me to stop you just say cherry and we'll immediately stop."
He nods "I want my safe word to be mercy,"
I grin and nod "Mercy it is then," I hum.
Sam glances up at me before returning his gaze to the floor "You look stunning, Mistress." He compliments.
"Thank you, brat. Is that your way of saying you want something?" I ask.
He nods and I hum "What do you want?" I question.
His eyes lift up from the ground his tongue swiping over his bottom lip, wetting it as he gazes at the space between my legs.
"I want to taste you, Mistress." He rasps.
"You have my permission, brat," I say.
He looks up at me his green eyes meeting mine as he hooks my thighs over his shoulders with his arms.
He starts by trailing soft kisses up to my inner thigh, he moves the lace underwear to the side and licks a line between my lips swirling his skillful tongue around my clit.
I moan leaning my top half weight on my right hand while my left tangles in Sam's chocolate hair.
He hums against my clit, sucking harshly, if it was one thing this brat was good at it was using his tongue.
My mouth falls open as I clench my thighs around his head pushing his face closer to my heat, if that was even possible.
I feel the knot in my stomach unfold, Sam licks up my juices before pulling away wiping his mouth on my left inner thigh as I pant for air.
Never have I ever come from just someone's tongue, hell I barely come even when I'm being fucked.
"On the bed," I command once I regain my breath.
"Yes, Mistress," Sam obeys he stands up to his full height and I let my eyes scan over his body, my eyes glide over his toned chest, down to his abs, over his arms then to his v-line and lower.
He is perfect.
As he moves to lay on the bed I stand up taking off my bra and throwing the clothing item over to where my discarded silk robe was. I remove my heels placing them by the bed.
Sam watched me the whole time, even through the darkened room I could still see how hard he was.
I climb onto the bed settling on Sam's stomach "Hands above your head." I command.
He obeys and I scoot up a little leaning towards the bed frame to handcuff his hands.
My boobs hung in his face and I feel him squirm underneath me, good.
Once the cuffs were secure I looked down at Sam admiring him before leaning down to attach my lips to his neck.
I kiss and suck down his neck when I get to where his collarbone and neck meet he groans softly.
Found his sweet spot.
I start sucking on the area harshly nibbling on it to leave a defiant mark. My kisses travel lower as I move my body lower to grind on Sam.
I hear him let out a soft and quiet moan and his hips jerk up. I smirk and stop grinding as I move lower, my tongue glides down his navel and I suck hard enough to leave hickeys on his lower abdomen.
I lick down his length causing another hip jerk, and to this, I press my hands down on his hips to keep him still.
I take his tip into my mouth sucking painfully slow causing him to let out a whine.
"Please stop," he begs, pulling at his restraints.
I pull away causing him to jerk his hips forward, I push them down again. "You said stop, so I did." I shrug.
"You know that's not what I meant, I meant stop teasing!" He cries.
"Please Mistress, make me come," he pleads. I give into his pleas and take as much of him as I can into my mouth. I bob my head, Sam's sweet moans and groans fill the room.
I feel him twitch in my mouth and that's when I pull away.
"N-no why'd you stop," Sam pants squirming beneath me.
"Bratty boys don't get to come," I say in a taunting voice as I unlock the cuffs.
His hands immediately go down to try to finish what I started when I grab them pinning them back up.
"No," I state.
"But-"
"No buts, I don't reward brats." I retort.
His face turns to anger "What the fuck I thought you were going to help me be a good sub?" He hisses.
"I am," I retort climbing off of him. "It isn't just about pleasure, it's also about discipline, punishment. Like if you're sub is being disrespectful or talking back, you punish them."
I pick up my high heels and walk over to where my robe and bra are, he stays quiet for a minute.
"But this was my first time, it's not fair." He argues.
I tie my robe and adjust my heels shrugging. "If you think this was bad, then I was right about you not being ready." I look back at him, he now had his boxers on and had his jaw clenched.
"I am ready," he retorts, I hum and walk to the door Sam's voice stops me.
"I never got to taste your lips," he speaks.
I pause for a minute before answering "Maybe next time,"
"There'll be a next time?"
"Maybe if you learn to control that mouth of yours."
𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘐 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘯𝘨𝘭. 𝘈𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘚𝘦𝘹 𝘊𝘭𝘶𝘣 𝘴𝘰 𝘐 𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨. 𝘎𝘦𝘯𝘶𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘶𝘺𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘮 𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘮 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦?